Stealthily cultivating in the chaotic world of demons and martial artists
Chapter 974 - 830 Going into Battle

Chapter 974: Chapter 830 Going into Battle

"Has the godly power of a God Path Lord’s rank finally filled up thirty percent?"

Within Fang Xi’s opened eyes, a flash of seven-colored radiance swept by.

As he surveyed his Divine Consciousness, he saw that nearly one third of the Divine Text on the ’East Imperial Profound Real Infinite Evergreen Emperor’s’ talisman was already filled with a layer of pure white aura.

This layer of pure white aura was supremely grand and noble, emitting a seven-colored halo, seemingly formed by the fusion of seven colors.

"God Path Lord’s power..."

He sensed it for a moment and thought, "If I were in the Divine Domain, I would already be comparable to a Mahayana Cultivator... If outside the Divine Domain, relying on the Faith Tower... perhaps I could be called a ’pseudo-Mahayana’?"

After all, Fang Xi was not too clear about the specific power of the Daoism Hierarchy.

However, fortunately, there were already aliens of the Integration stage who had come forth for him to experiment on with his own hands.

Fang Xi stood tall, his body garbed in ceremonial attire, his head crowned with the Pingtian Crown. Twelve strings of bright pearls dangled down, lending his already young and handsome face a sense of mystery and authority.

With a mere thought, he arrived at a pond.

In the center of the pond, a azure Flood Dragon hundreds of feet long was leisurely frolicking.

Upon seeing Fang Xi’s arrival, it promptly bulged its fish-eye-like eyes roundly in shock; it was Daqing!

"Fourth stage pinnacle..."

"If it were in the outside world, it could undergo tribulation and achieve the fifth stage Transcendent God."

"Placing it within the Earth Immortal Spiritual Realm is simply a disgrace to me!"

Fang Xi snorted coldly, frightening Daqing so much that it dropped the fish from its mouth and prostrated on the ground, "Master, spare my life..."

"Relax, I won’t take your life. I just need a mount for an excursion outside," Fang Xi said with a faint smile, appeasing him.

Upon hearing this, Daqing let out a sigh of relief.

After all, it had almost been eaten by Fang Xi.

"However, a mere fourth stage isn’t good enough; riding it out would be a disgrace to me."

Fang Xi casually pointed, and a divine talisman split from the godly rank of the ’East Imperial Profound Real Infinite Evergreen Emperor’ .

The talisman, flickering with black, white, red, yellow, azure, and purple, transformed into a halo.

Purple Divine Text emerged upon it, with the words inscribed - ’Life-Determiner of Wind, Rain, Thunder, and Prestige, Lord of Qiantang’!

This divine talisman entered Daqing’s body.

Daqing rolled on the spot, suddenly emitting a Nine Heavens Dragon Chant that pierced the sky!

Its body then swelled rapidly, in a blink exceeding a thousand feet in length, its dragon form exuding majesty!

Not only that, but around it, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning accompanied its movements with sudden changes, capable of becoming immense or miniscule; at its largest, it could exceed ten thousand feet, and at its smallest, no bigger than an earthworm...

"Thank you for the God Path Lord’s grand favor..."

A moment later, a figure in an azure robe, the Dragon Lord, emerged and gave thanks with a bow towards Fang Xi.

"Enough..."

Fang Xi waved his hand. As long as one’s rank in the Daoism Hierarchy was high enough and they were willing to pay the price, such promotion beyond one’s level was common.

’However, with the power of devotion I have accumulated... I will need to wait for at least several more decades, or even a century before I can confer another Heavenly Lord.’

"Dagiing, let’s go!"

He laughed heartily, prompting Daqing to reveal its true form. He stood on the back of the thousand-foot-long azure divine dragon.

Daqing roared continuously, its head and tail swinging as it plunged into a silver vortex.

Above the Black Forest Sea, a majestic azure divine dragon abruptly appeared, filled with authority.

"Is this a seventh-stage Flood Dragon?!"

"No... It seems there’s the power of the God Path."

Upon seeing this, an old Flood Dragon from the Monster Clan couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

Especially upon noticing the majestic figure standing on the dragon’s head, with hands clasped behind him, he felt an indescribable surge of powerful God’s Prestige ripple, his expression rapidly changing: "A Mahayana Period Ancestor?!"

"Found it."

The incarnation of the God Path opened his eyes that had been closed, locking onto a certain place and stepped down with his right foot.

The Nine Heavens Dragon Chant resounded dramatically!

Amidst the roaring, Daqing, like a green hurricane, swept toward that location.

"Come, let us toast to victory!"

Seeing this scene, Fang Xi’s true self raised his cup again, looking at the variously expressioned envoys of the alien races, a trace of a smile on his face.

...

At the edge of the Black Forest Sea.

A terrifying pitch-black Spirit Boat was suspended in midair.

This Spirit Boat’s deck radiated an inexplicable metallic luster, its surface etched with numerous runes.

Rows of frightening cannons were controlled by dark armored Puppets, making it look like an armed hedgehog.

"The Tiangong Tribe’s ’Mengze Battleship’ is indeed extraordinary; just this one ship alone has consumed a great deal of their resources and is comparable to a mid-tier existence of the seventh stage, isn’t it?"

An old man wearing a tea-colored robe with an exotic face tapped the deck with his foot, a hint of satisfaction on his face: "This primary material, made from a hundred-thousand-year-old Black Profound Ironwood, is indeed rare, indeed rare..."

"None can compare to Sir Cha," said a middle-aged fat man in a marigold robe with a chuckle. "Sir Cha is of the Green Wood Tribe. Moreover, his original body is that famed ’immortal tea tree’. His longevity, even the Stone Clan Elders likely cannot compare, right?" This person was also at the Integration stage of Cultivation, and had reached the Middle Stage of Integration. He was none other than ’Xin Yuanzi’.

At that moment, several Cultivators from the Alien races were either sitting or standing on the deck of the Spirit Boat.

Among them were members of the Sky Savage Tribe, who stood over ten feet tall and donned deep blue peculiar armor, the Water Tribe with bodies like a flow of water, and the Fire Clan, whose bodies continuously shifted with True Fire.

The only similarity between them is that the fluctuations of their magic power were roughly at the level of Integration.

"Xin Yuanzi, what about the Blood Demon Elder Ancestor of the Demon Clan?"

A member of the ’Earth Centipede Tribe’ asked with his upper body in human form and his lower half resembling a ferocious centipede.

The yellow-robed middle-aged man’s expression changed, then he said, "The Blood Demon of the Demon Clan has already sent me a message... He will lurk on the side and take action at the right time. With his Perfect Integration cultivation, any cultivator in Integration will inevitably be unable to withstand."

"Hehe... Although the Blood Demon Elder Ancestor has profound cultivation, he is extremely afraid of death... It makes sense, after all, the Divine Skill that reduces lifespan is almost his nemesis; his age is indeed not young."

The cultivator of the Fire Clan sneered, revealing the true nature of the Blood Demon Elder Ancestor.

"Cough cough... It’s not exactly right to say that."

Xin Yuanzi coughed lightly and continued, "Together, we have combined forces and, along with the foundation of each clan laid bare, we can even fight a Mahayana Monk... The Blood Demon Elder Ancestor is just another contingency."

"Hehe, this old body is quite interested in the God Path hierarchy of the human race," an alien race said through a beak which opened and closed amidst a shroud of black fog.

With these words, the atmosphere around the gathered Integration cultivators darkened and became uncertain.

Although they had allocated the benefits before the battle, if someone were to fall during the fight, previously made divisions could naturally be rendered void.

However, they were very confident of achieving ultimate victory.

After all, they were the final Integrations of each race, revealing all their trump cards.

Even a Mahayana Monk...

At that moment, a Divine Thought came from nowhere, locking onto all these Integration cultivators.

Then, a sound of Dragon Chanting came from the sky!

Winds and rain converged, and thunder roared fiercely!

An Azure Dragon tens of thousands of feet long appeared, already exuding a fraction of the majesty of a True Dragon!

What was even more terrifying was that on top of the Azure Dragon’s head stood a figure of a young deity with his hands behind his back.

"Mahayana Period?!"

Xin Yuanzi screamed, feeling as if he had made a grave mistake.

"Correct, but alas, no reward... No cultivator present today will think of escaping," Fang Xi said with a faint smile, extending his right hand.

Within the void, halos of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet appeared, and God’s Prestige descended all around, resonating mightily in a divine flare.

Spurt!

A huge golden palm appeared out of nowhere, gripping the Spirit Boat of the Tiangong Tribe, and the fingers tightened relentlessly.

Crack!

With this grip, the Tiangong Tribe’s Spirit Boat, said to be comparable to a Middle Stage of Integration cultivator, instantly shattered.

The ten-thousand-year Black Profound Ironwood cried out as its Prohibitions and patterns were fragmented, utterly unable to resist the mighty hand.

Boom!

Fang Xi smiled indifferently as the golden palm exploded instantly, turning into endless divine flames that swept across the entire sky!

Within the flames, several piercing screams could be heard.

Then, several alien race Integrations directly fell into the fire, their Divine Souls and Nascent Souls unable to escape; notably, one of the half-human, half-centipede Integrations turned into a fiery torch...

This was the might of a God Path Lord, a Mahayana on the Immortal Path!

"It’s really a Mahayana Monk!"

The cultivator from the Water Tribe was extremely unsettled, as countless currents surged within her body.

She let out a piercing cry, and immediately, five Array Flags of different colors appeared in her hand, which upon the utterance of spells, transformed into a vast expanse of five-colored mist... This was the strategy they had previously agreed upon.

But at that time, no one knew that their enemy was truly not in Integration but a Mahayana Monk!

"Go!"

The Water Tribe cultivator formed a technique with both hands, as talismans flew out and adhered themselves to the five-colored flags.

The five-colored clouds churned, unexpectedly unleashing the Spiritual Pressure of a complete Semi-immortal artifact, enveloping Fang Xi within.

But in the blink of an eye, the clouds started to split, as though a sun was about to dawn and break through!

"Quick! Even with the use of Secret Skill talismans, forcing this treasure to the eighth tier, it can’t hold back a Mahayana Monk for long," the Water Tribe cultivator exclaimed fiercely. "If we cannot subdue this person today, we will all die without a place to be buried!"

Xin Yuanzi knew the words of the Water Tribe cultivator to be utterly true.

Even if they escaped with their lives today, where could they flee tomorrow?

It was still hundreds of years before Falling Sky Island would descend to the Higher Realm!

His Divine Consciousness swept the area, seeing several Integration cultivators had already perished; aside from the Water Tribe cultivator, there was the Fire Clan cultivator, Sir Cha, as well as the Sky Savage Tribe Elder Ancestor and Granny Crow shrouded in black fog.

At this moment, the Integration cultivator of the Sky Savage Tribe, his armor completely shattered, revealed a wild and magnificent chest, looking at where Fang Xi stood with eyes filled with apprehension.

"Today, either you die or I perish!"

Xin Yuanzi roared, revealing a short earthen-yellow spear in his hand.

His mouth recited a continuous spell, and a surge of yellow dim light was released from the earthen-yellow spear.

"All in!"

The Fire Clan cultivator bellowed and turned into a scorching Fire Dragon, its intense heat seemingly able to melt the void itself.

Sir Cha didn’t utter a word, but a strange pattern of trees appeared on his skin.

As he turned into withered wood, his frame grew even taller and thinner, and his fingers, brought together, carried a Giant Strength that seemed able to make even the void wail.

This Sir Cha turned out to be a body cultivator of an Alien race!