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Chapter 1326 - Chapter 1326 Chapter Six Hundred and Eighteen Invincible

Chapter 1326: Chapter Six Hundred and Eighteen: Invincible Memory Chapter 1326: Chapter Six Hundred and Eighteen: Invincible Memory By the age of fifteen, he had completed all the accumulation at the Mortal Realm and burst through to the Fierce Realm. Calculating the time, he was a whole seven years faster than Xu Sheng, the youngest recorded person from Xiehe to reach the Fierce Realm.

Others might have become conceited with such an achievement, but how could a once pinnacle powerhouse of the celestial realm become complacent over surpassing an ordinary mortal?

So, after quietly ascended to the Fierce Realm, he continued to cultivate as before, and the days passed by one after another.

Just when he thought he would silently cultivate to the peak of Xiehe and recreate the legend of Jiutian Xuanzun, a catastrophe fell upon the reborn clan.

Lusting after the Yun Family’s national treasure, the Great Commander Cao Jinyu of the Dutian Heavenly King concocted a pretext to slaughter them.

Heavenly Patrol Envoys Feng and Lin led the elite King Patrols to launch a surprise attack during the Yun Clan’s annual sacrificial ceremony.

The highly paid guards were overcome with fear after one round of combat, and the Yun Clan, who had long since abandoned martial arts for commerce, was no match for the Heavenly Patrol Envoys of the Dutian Heavenly King’s two departments.

At the age of twenty-five, having already reached the pinnacle of the Fierce Realm, Jiutian Xuanzun knew that if he didn’t intervene, the Yun Clan that had raised him for twenty-five years would be utterly destroyed.

With this thought in mind, Jiutian Xuanzun finally broke through his self-prohibitions and single-handedly resisted both Feng and Lin’s departments.

He fought one against two, repelling the combined efforts of An Yuanxi, a roam about under the An Family Divine Dynasty, and Wang Chang, the former Saint Child of the southern Wang Clan, securing enough time for the entire Yun Clan to retreat smoothly through the Spirit World Passage.

“Such is the way of the roam about of the world’s sacred lands!”

After honing the frosty blade for twenty years, a trial sword shocked the world overnight.

The once obscure hidden dragon rose to royalty in a single battle, also heralding the start of a difficult war.

The repulsed Heavenly Patrol Envoy of the Dutian Heavenly King openly tore away any pretense, relentlessly pursuing and attacking the Yun Clan with vigor, while those sects and noble families who sought to curry favor with them also spared no effort in sending out their top fighters to surround and intercept.

In the vast land of Xiehe, where there was only Jiutian Xuanzun willing to offer protection to the Yun Clan, the following ten years were the most arduous battles.

The chasing troops were wherever the Yun Clan’s fleeing party was, but no matter how powerful the enemy, they were all defeated by Jiutian Xuanzun, ultimately leaving only a handful of names in the conscience of the celestial king.

From the prominent Du Family was a ruler who had awakened the Stone Heart Bloodline, possessing the divine artifact Xuan Ding, he cultivated with Visualizing to Soul Casting, fought bitterly for a day and a night until he was beheaded at the summit of Red Cloud Mountain, his body and spirit both extinguished.

The Mi Clan of Longzhou boasted a top-tier warrior named Mi Yang, who had awakened the Divine Wood Bloodline. After days of fierce combat against his invulnerable demonic wooden body, a winner was finally declared.

There was an exceedingly strange Yin-Yang Master from the southern Wang Clan, with multiple souls in one body. Even the Yun Clan’s grand spirit controlling formation, practiced to never-ending vitality, was exhausted several times before finally vanquishing these souls.

There was also the demon sovereign heralded as the protector of Buddha’s Country, the Corpse Bone Protector from the number one assassin organization of Xiehe, the Ancient Blood Tower; the Five-Clothes Holy Sect, who gathered spirits with military attire; and the Tang Clan’s Divine Martial Guard, who performed combined Spirit Arts with ferocious power. These were the powerful forces he could remember, and as for the countless nameless masses, they numbered in the tens of thousands.

Yet, no matter how dire the adversity, Jiutian Xuanzun was ultimately able to turn the tide against the wind and forge an invincible name for himself.

For a full ten years, with his own strength, he caused Xiehe to quake, sacred lands to tremble, and ultimately ushered the Yun clanspeople safely into the Minor Spiritual Realm.

As for himself, he remained in Xiehe, continuing his stand against the world.

Upon realizing that sheer numbers of ordinary strong fighters were of no use against him, the Dutian Heavenly King finally cast aside his last shred of decency, starting to call upon Grandmasters to encircle and kill him.

The Grandmaster of the Xiang Family, Xiang Yan, the Grandmaster of the Yulin Pavilion, Mo Li, and the Grandmaster of the Martial Saint Mountain, Luo QingChi, these formidable Grandmasters were all defeated and slain by him one after another after exhausting battles.

After these three battles, Jiutian Xuanzun’s reputation was known to all throughout Xiehe, with no one unaware of his name.

He was called “the number one person below the King Realm,” until he met the master of the Blood Tower, Wen Ren Yuan Wu.

Facing a genuine King Realm powerhouse, despite the endless onslaught of spirit-destroying and blood-drenched seas, he could at best fight to a draw with all his might.

Suppressed by an entire major realm, Jiutian Xuanzun fell into a difficult battle for the first time since his debut and was encircled by both the Mountain Department and Fire Department of the Dutian Heavenly King’s forces on the peak of Beimang Min Mountain, trapped in a desperate situation.

The birdmen of the An Family Divine Dynasty who had wings were all like anthropomorphic bombers, and the Fire Department’s Heavenly Patrol Envoy even wielded a top-secret art that could fuse the power of three hundred people, which drastically increased the pressure on him, as though he was facing two King Realm powerhouses simultaneously.

Knowing that in such a dire situation, the only way out was to fight as if courting death, Jiutian Xuanzun severed his own Supreme Divine Soul with a supreme secret technique, delivering an ultimate and most formidable strike that shattered the Chaos Sword Body and evaporated the endless Blood River. He then used the Charming Eyes to deter the elites of both departments, causing them to turn on each other, and in doing so, carved a path for survival from the brink of death.

Seizing the chaos of the King’s patrol, the severely injured Jiutian Xuanzun utilized a breath-concealing secret art to escape into the Min Mountain and flee Beimang. After running for tens of thousands of miles, he sneaked into Longjiang, traveling up along the river, and eventually went ashore on a large mountain in the middle of Longjiang. He then hid in a secluded practice location of a certain clan, carelessly choosing a cultivation room to hide in.

Over the years, he had caused so much chaos in the Longzhou clans that he forced the noble families to utilize all their resources, so retreat places deep in the mountains were mostly unoccupied. After confirming that this secluded room had shown no signs of habitation for several years, Jiutian Xuanzun allowed himself to fall unconscious with ease.

During Jiutian Xuanzun’s unconsciousness, the Innate Dao Body continually generated Innate Qi to repair his damaged body. After an unknown number of hours, Jiutian Xuanzun awoke once again.

His first act upon awakening was to internally inspect his own injuries. Upon doing so, his heart sank immediately.

Although the Innate Qi had mended his body, it could not make up for what was lost in that fierce battle.

The Spiritual Power that was on the verge of touching the King Realm was now reduced to just enough for Soul Casting, and the price of severing his own Divine Soul to repel two King Realm fighters was the loss of the eightfold increase that his Supreme Divine Soul provided.

Any ordinary person would have been disheartened by such a loss, but Jiutian Xuanzun, who had returned from his reincarnation, had maintained a clear Spiritual Platform for who knows how many thousands of years amidst the turbulence of space and time. How could such a loss disturb his Dao Heart?

Re-casting the Divine Soul was hardly a matter to hesitate about, so the awakened Jiutian Xuanzun planned to cast his Divine Soul anew.

“I am the unparalleled supreme sovereign of the Immortal Realm, the invincible powerhouse reborn, and the day I re-cast my Divine Soul will be the day the King returns. Then, I will make the entire sky of Xiehe tremble, and all sacred lands bow down!”

“The three souls and six spirits shall heed my saintly command and gather at God’s Residence, using my Supreme Dao Heart to cast the Divine Soul anew!”

With the execution of the Seeking Truth Method, the three souls and six spirits gathered in God’s Residence at Jiutian Xuanzun’s command. The fusion of souls and spirits induced shocking turbulence of the Heavenly and Earthly Qi, its force so grand like two pinnacle fighters of the Fierce Realm clashing with supreme Spirit Arts. Each fusion shook Aran to its core.

In this awe-inspiring atmosphere, Jiutian Xuanzun succeeded in Soul Casting. The first thing he did after success was to test the amplification multiple of his Divine Soul.

With a casual Cleaving Palm strike released, Jiutian Xuanzun frowned as the newly cast Divine Soul proved to be much weaker than the original, with only a mere 4.5 times amplification.

“Fuck, I’m really something else!”

The unconquerable Jiutian Xuanzun, upon hearing the strange male voice in the quiet chamber of the cave, did not hesitate for a moment before throwing out a Xuan Ding-level Spirit Art fused with the forces of the Returning Ruins and the Power of Truth. However, what was supposed to be a mountain-breaking, earth-shaking divine technique turned out to be a limp Cloud Hand, only to be flicked away by a single finger from that person.