Dao Equaling the Heavens
Chapter 267 - 181: Golden Core Transformation, Death of the Caged Sparrow

Chapter 267: Chapter 181: Golden Core Transformation, Death of the Caged Sparrow

Boom!

Beneath the Heavenly Altar, with no more heart for strife, the shockwaves from each punch thrown on the stage were strong enough to make their blood run in reverse.

For Gu Wen and others, this was a rare battle of magic skills, one that they were afraid they wouldn’t see again if they missed this opportunity.

Ninth Revolution Golden Pill, Golden Light Spell, the strongest battle Divine Skills between heaven and earth relied on the exhaustive strength of the body.

In this world, all laws have solutions, except for strength.

The vast majority of Daoist Skills and Divine Skills are based on the Five Elements, which counter and generate each other, hence every Daoist Skill has its solution. And so, naturally, some people wanted to create Magic Skills that couldn’t be restrained, which led to Body Cultivation.

Body Cultivators, exhausting the essence of life, the limits of blood and flesh, all for a Sacred Body to battle against heaven and earth.

But in today’s Cultivation World, Body Refinement has only been a side path for laying a foundation for cultivators. Among the many Immortal Sects, not one is primarily a Body Cultivation sect, not even the Sword Control Sect founded by Chi Ling.

Some demons with strong bodies also do not ponder how to continue refining their bodies; most focus primarily on polishing their Innate Divine Abilities.

Because becoming a Saint through the body is exceedingly difficult, one might put in a great deal of effort in Body Refinement, but potentially only achieve a tenth of the effect in Daoist Skills.

Gu Wen had refined the Nine Revolutions Golden Pill, but he wouldn’t deliberately use it to practice Body Refinement.

The incredibly high cost and extremely low yield meant continuing until one’s body achieved sainthood, reaching Demi Immortal status, was when its terrifying nature would gradually emerge.

Boom!

Chi Yu Zi’s third punch landed on Chi Ling’s face, shattering the Glazed Golden Man, revealing Chi Ling’s face, as delicate as that of a young girl.

And Chi Yu Zi was sent flying by a punch, his right arm broken, vomiting chunks of flesh, collapsing to the ground, struggling but still unable to rise.

Gu Wen’s suspended heart might as well have died; he realized something—Chi Ling, even though she had only used half her strength, Chi Yu Zi, even though he had erupted with Demi Immortal level power, still couldn’t win.

Because Chi Ling was no ordinary Demi Immortal; the gap between barely passing at sixty percent and scoring ninety-nine percent was too vast to be bridged by mere effort.

Now, he could only pin his hopes on Chi Ling; perhaps she would show mercy, or Yu Hua could make it back in time.

Still too weak...

Gu Wen clenched his fist slightly, then slowly released it.

If the final outcome was Chi Yu Zi’s death, he could only accept that, for it was the path she had chosen, and she should bear the consequences.

Also because he lacked the power to do as he wished, to determine the life and death of a Demi Immortal.

"You lost, my sister, but I’m allowing you to win."

A hint of approval flashed in Chi Ling’s eyes; managing to come this far was already commendable.

It hadn’t exceeded her expectations, nor had it disappointed her.

"My breath hasn’t stopped yet, so what are you babbling about?"

As the words fell, Chi Yu Zi, who had been sprawled on the ground, suddenly leapt up, his speed now several times faster than before, too fast for the naked eye to catch.

A punch seemed to tear through the void.

Bang!

Chi Ling crossed her arms to block a punch, her flesh surpassing all other protective Daoist Skills, and this was her first block so far. Immediately, it seemed as if millions of punches were flying towards her within a single breath.

The roles of attacker and defender were now reversed.

Chi Yu Zi’s black hair turned white, her orange-red pupils turned blood red, and after mana and physical strength were exhausted, it was life span that was used.

Completely squeezing out her inherently unattainable life span, her eyes seemed to spew fire. Her Divine Soul was burning, her life passing away, all for the sake of breaking the image in front of her, resembling a Heart Demon.

A body in the Peak Creation Realm didn’t allow for an incomplete Divine Soul to exist, but she insisted on using this Residual Soul to reach the sacredness of the Golden Pill before her.

Faster, stronger, fiercer!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Cracks appeared on Chi Ling’s arms, which began to expand continuously as the Glazed Golden Light Spell cracked like glass.

Then, her aura surged to a higher level, no longer holding back and using only half her strength. One punch shattered Chi Yu Zi’s myriad shadowy fists, compressing the air to ignite into fiery explosions, sweeping around like a tornado.

She had to stop Chi Yu Zi; if this continued and her life span was completely burned, even repairing the Divine Soul would be in vain.

Chi Ling threw her second punch with ten percent of her strength, lightly, as if everything had already been decided.

The nearly gone Chi Yu Zi also threw her last punch, her divine light hidden within her eyes, but in a moment, she stepped into the realm of a Demi Immortal.

Perhaps it was just for an instant, but in that instant, there wasn’t the slightest falsehood.

Boom!

Chi Yu Zi’s punch solidly landed on Chi Ling’s face; a drop of blood fell from her nose, her eyes full of shock—she had used ten percent of her strength, and in the end, she had failed to overcome Chi Yu Zi.

"Heh, so you can bleed too."

Chi Yu Zi staggered back two steps, seemingly about to fall at any moment.

Now, with arms useless and drooping, one thick drop of blood after another fell, the Golden Man crumbling inch by inch.

Chi Ling, coming out of her stunned state, looked at Chi Yu Zi, sitting on the ground with white hair, with complex eyes.

"You... at this rate, you might not even have eight hundred years left."

"I won."

"Even if you repair your Divine Soul, if you cannot become a Demi Immortal within eight hundred years..."

"I won."

"I already allowed you to win."

"I won!"

Chi Yu Zi repeated for the third time, her voice deformed from being raised, hoarse with correction, not allowing any deviation.

She no longer looked up at Chi Ling but turned toward the opposite direction of Gu Wen, toward where the group of demons was, and despite her eyes being a hazy grey, they still shone with light.

She shouted toward the base of the Heavenly Altar:

"Red Dust! Your lady has won!!!"

The crowd was silent, some astonished, some puzzled; they couldn’t understand the final punch of Chi Yu Zi, burning her life span.