I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1804 - 235: Naturalization

Chapter 1804: Chapter 235: Naturalization

Even the accomplished powers of the Divine Sect, free from any subjective bias, would reveal a flicker of astonishment upon witnessing the Head of the Unparalleled Institute evenly match their own Ancestor.

If mere observers were so affected, what more the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch himself, immersed within his Dao Realm?

Even the grass and trees have their appointed times—they are the spiraling grains upon branches, the concentric rings within tree hearts.

The Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch, having uncovered the origin of vegetation, could grow a sapling into a towering tree within mere hours, with textures seamless.

He could even cause the so-called indestructible Divine Wood to wither in an instant. Such mastery, when applied to a mere peony blossom—could such skill falter?

Yet ultimately, consideration for Xiehe’s youngest king was still owed, so Jiang Fushen’s intent was first to completely control the peony through his Dao Realm, then allow it to naturally wither after its bloom had passed halfway.

The script was already written, awaiting but its final stroke, yet this seemingly foolproof match faltered at the very first stage.

Above He Shou Peak, two vastly different sets of rules clashed, and what should have been an effortless victory in Jiang Fushen’s opening round met stubborn stalemate.

The domain brimming with life and vitality was blocked by a dreadful force, unable to advance an inch, no matter how Jiang Fushen mobilized his essence—it devolved into a tug-of-war.

This sensation could only arise from collisions of evenly matched Dao Realms. But Tang Luo, barely over thirty—even if he had begun cultivation within the womb, how could he possess such terrifying mental power?

This wasn’t merely a matter of extraordinary talent, because kings at their level had already grasped the critical importance of mental will, and understood that when mental will was honed to a certain strength, it could alter actual rules of reality.

Hence, the Three Realms Holy Land, Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan, Martial Saint Mountain, and Tianan Wang Family alike had prioritized the cultivation of their disciples’ mental will to prepare them for breaking through bottlenecks in their growth.

But even the martial holy lands of Xiehe adhered to one unshakable law: no matter how much potential was squeezed from young disciples, mental will could not be cultivated to match the King Realm before one ascended to it.

The reason was simple: the upper limit of mental will strength was determined by physical core strength, not cultivation methods.

Barring extreme exceptions, a martial artist’s physical core strength evolves progressively with their advancement: the first evolution comes with rising from the Mortal Realm to Mortal Transcendence, the second from Mortal Transcendence to the Fierce Realm, and the third with achieving Spirit Qualification in their flesh and body.

At each physical core stage, the methods of mental will training differ, and the resulting benefits vary drastically.

To illustrate with a simple example: a Grandmaster who has achieved Spirit Qualification of the flesh approaches the spiritual power levels of a Fierce Realm pinnacle, with merely one tier separating their physical cores.

Yet the returns on mental will training through different methods can diverge by tenfold.

If comparing the King Realm to a Grandmaster, the disparity grows even greater—this was what Jiang Fushen struggled to comprehend.

Perhaps among the Grandmasters of the Medicine God Sect, the Hundred Herbs Divine Monarch was regarded as merely secluded atop Returning Treasure Peak, seeking Saint Realm breakthrough.

Yet only Jiang Fushen himself knew that over these years, besides searching for royal soil, he had poured considerable focus into refining his mental will.

A century of silent slumber?

A powerful cultivator who has endured centuries of persistent cultivation would become lethargic and obsessed with sleep post-breakthrough? Only those believing such absurdities could truly be called foolish.

Compared to his initial entry into the King Realm, the breadth of Jiang Fushen’s Dao Realm had expanded more than tenfold, and his command had strengthened just as much.

As for combat strength?

Jiang Fushen himself did not even fully grasp how much stronger he had grown since first entering the King Realm.

Yet this formidable self, and this mighty grass and wood Dao Realm, at this very moment—unable to advance...

Tang Luo, barely a few decades old, could the Taiching Divine Pupil truly hold such extraordinary power?

Jiang Fushen’s expression remained calm, though inwardly tides of shock surged uncontrollably. Without further tentative probing, the green markings resembling flowers and leaves upon his brow flared with Divine Light, and the torrential life spiritual power within his King Body erupted without restraint!

The previously chaotic and disordered spiritual energy of heaven and earth converged upon this concretized life force, like moths drawn to flame.

To Tang Luo’s eyes, the life energy radiating from Jiang Fushen’s King Body, within mere breaths, had gathered heavenly and earthly qi, constantly amplifying its intensity.

If the secondary transformation of spiritual power allowed martial artists to wield earth-shattering might,

Then after a third transformation, spiritual power granted martial artists the possibility of world creation—within expanses from ten thousand to ninety-nine thousand units of space, accommodating boundless imagination.

This was Tang Luo’s first encounter with spiritual power models condensed in such a manner.

The life energy imbued with the essence of Jiang Fushen’s grass and wood Dao Realm began as mere seeds, then unfurled within the Dao Realm itself, using heavenly and earthly qi as soil and life energy as nourishment. These "seeds," within mere breaths, grew into mythical trees described only in legends.

Fiery clouds became leaves, thunder forged branches of apricot trees; pig-cage-shaped demon grass with sharp teeth concealed voids; sacred camphor trees with roots formed by thousands of spiritual strands, their transparent trunks resembling flowing glass with countless Dao imprints shimmering within; solidly rooted divine willows resembling islands, each branch growing into serpentine dragons...

The watching accomplished powers of the Medicine God Sect were enraptured—majestic as they were, they understood clearly the unparalleled profundity of the Dao on display within this realm.

It was no exaggeration to say that should any Grandmaster simulate any of these celestial plants, even as spiritual avatars, they could secure invincible repute within their realms.

They were certain that if this were not a Dao Realm duel, but actual deadly combat, once their Ancestor conjured these mythical grasswood creations in his Dao Realm, victory would already be assured.

Fortunately, this was no deadly conflict, so Jiang Fushen’s summoning of these sacred plants was meant purely to augment his Dao Realm.

Such was the terrifying essence of the Grasswood Dao—growth!

Grass sprouting between cliffs can split boulders, roots beneath earth can rupture unending darkness—if such mythical vegetation flourished within Jiang Fushen’s Dao Realm, not even Tang Luo’s Art of Natural Harmony could resist such overwhelming force.

Thus, the mythical plants must be prevented from further growth.

"What belongs to heaven, let it return to heaven; what belongs to all things, let it return to dust. Why cling to defiance?"

Tang Luo’s faint voice drifted forth, and Jiang Fushen’s face abruptly changed.

Amidst the rotation of the opponent’s argent pupils, the rules within his Dao Realm began to shift. The rapidly flourishing celestial plants ceased absorbing life energy and heavenly qi, and even their trunks showed faint signs of collapse.

The previously unified blend of essence spiritual energy, life force, and grasswood true intent began to fragment. This separation was resolute—no matter his efforts to regain control, the energies seemed to develop independent will, refusing to return.

Mere breaths later, under the ashen expression of Jiang Fushen, the sacred plants gathered from millions of spiritual power within the life Dao Realm shattered and imploded. The previously dominant Dao Realm was shaken to its core by the sudden rampage of energies.

The onlookers from the Medicine God Sect were utterly horrified.