Chapter 732: A Sea of Change In The Supremes’ Residence!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

"Bai Yi, are these all your friends?" asked the mysterious man.

"Yes, master."

The mysterious man was but Bai Yixue's master, Xiao Shaoqing. Bai Yixue had previously applied leave from Yun Yang to rush back and ask his master over. Swiftly making his way over, it was a coincidence to meet the ten Yama Kings here. In a way, it could be said that he had managed to catch up to the end of this martial world ruckus, the closing of the battle.

"Mm. It's a pity that the treasure map is in the hands of the Concourse of the Underworld's now." Xiao Shaoqing shook his head.

Evidently, Bai Yixue's master regarded the Concourse of the Underworld highly and was also self-aware. He did not act rashly despite being the first one to be of threat to Mu s.h.i.+xiong and the one to exert the most effort in this battle.

"Master, the treasure map and everything else aren't important at all. What's important is that grandmaster is still waiting for you." Bai Yixue commented and thought aloud, 'It's practically the same thing, whether it was the concourse's ten kings or me who took the treasure map.'

In spite of this, he could not speak of it openly before gaining his young master's permission – even when the other party was his master…

"Never mind. Let's go. When your grandmaster forgives me… it will be another rock off my heart. It's indeed more important than the treasure map."

"Master is wise."

"Mm. I've heard you say that, who was it… Young Master Yun has G.o.d of Wine Feng Xiange's wine?"

"Master, you haven't touched even a drop of wine in so many years. Why…"

"Sigh, what do you children know? Your master hasn't drunk a drop of wine all these years mainly because your grandmaster hasn't forgiven your master. If your grandmaster forgives your master, I can naturally taste the exquisite brew again, stopping only when I'm drunk…"

"How can this be?"

"Why not? After receiving your grandmaster's pardon, I must drink until inebriation. With the rest of my life, I must refill the decades of drought. Only then can my life be considered fulfilled…"

"Cough, cough, cough…"

…

In Tiantang City, the bizarre but incredibly radiant situation continued to persist. As far as the eye could see, the purple tint in the sky seemed to grow richer.

The current Residence of Nine Supremes had turned into the largest gem between heaven and earth. It was glowing, illuminating the world and many lives thousands of miles away!

The tornado was like a pillar connecting heaven and earth. More precisely, it was a funnel-shaped chimney that continuously delivered endless spiritual Qi and purple Qi into the Residence of Nine Supremes where the gas then disappeared within.

Nonetheless, as time pa.s.sed, it felt harder for Yun Yang to go on. The suffering he was going through was growing increasingly difficult to manage. Prior to this, he had never thought that such a huge reaction would be triggered by activating all nine cultivation methods of the Nine Supremes.

Right now, he was completely oblivious to everything that was happening outside. He was, instead, only aware of the changes wrought upon his body.

He had watched his muscles slowly expand, and grow several times larger until they cracked, his skin and flesh breaking apart and gradually disintegrate over and over again. Then, the ponderous process of recovery came; his physical being that had repaired itself became stronger, tough as jade, endlessly enduring the intense energy that was flooding into his body…

The cycle repeated, wave after wave, time after time, cycle after cycle…

Yun Yang could feel each strand of his nerves and fibers in the clearest way possible.

At this point in time, even the pinch of plucking a strand of hair would exceed the remembered agony of severing a finger. What was more, his body was being crushed and rebuilt time and again, ceaselessly repeating the motion…

Yun Yang only had a single thought – it felt as if the entire universe was exploding and reforming in his mind.

It was too painful. Wanting to grit his teeth, he recalled with a start that his teeth had already been ground into powder. Since stronger teeth would grow, it didn't matter that they fell into dust; they would still regrow themselves. It was utterly futile and useless…

Faced with this situation, Yun Yang gradually felt himself losing the sense of his determination to persevere.

After all, the current episode could no longer merely be described as brutal.

Yet the benefit yielded from the dual pressure on his physical and mental aspects as well as the multiple rounds of torture was t.i.tanic – it was astounding, it was earth-shattering!

Yun Yang's cultivation base was escalating like an actual rocket. It began with the nine mystical arts – the seven cultivation methods that were slightly behind caught up like a rising tide; they flew smoothly to the cultivation level of wind and cloud, the sixth stage, directly.

Then, the nine mystical arts paused its progress. The advanced switched to the simplest growth of mystical Qi cultivation base. From the seventh Dao realm, Yun Yang shot up to the seventh pinnacle Dao realm. There was no bottleneck then; he had achieved a breakthrough without any hindrance. Like a powerful arrow shooting through a plain cloth, he advanced easily. The mystical Qi cultivation base kept ascending rapidly, going through the eighth Dao realm than the ninth. The journey was smooth-flowing as if the very concept of a bottleneck was made up.

The swift growth had only stopped when Yun Yang arrived at the pinnacle of the ninth Dao realm.

However, the level of ninth pinnacle Dao realm was already Tianxuan Continent's highest standard. Such growth and improvement were no longer just shocking – it was simply unheard of! To the best of everyone's knowledge, this had never happened before.

As the mystical Qi cultivation base paused its growth, the refined spiritual Qi that gushed in and the purple Qi swapped their target to the Endless Divine Art. The Endless Divine Art that Yun Yang found the hardest to improve was currently growing and wrapping around his meridians in a way that had never happened before, moving swiftly now that it was nourished by endless spiritual resources.

In concurrence with this, the endless karmic air that existed from the grudges and favors in this world seemed to pour over, as if hastily summoned. It was as if all the sinners whom the Nine Supremes brothers had killed throughout the years, including the countless souls killed in the battlefield, had all turned into the karmic air that was flooding in like a swamp here.

The numerous events caused the Endless Divine Art, that had leveled up not too long ago, to accelerate again. It rocketed to the fourth stage pinnacle and as the Endless Divine Art's realm heightened, Emmie, that was in the deific consciousness s.p.a.ce, shrieked with excitement.

Even as Yun Yang was delightedly surprised, he lost consciousness as his body entered yet another process of breaking down and rebuilding itself…

Simultaneously changing was the Lotus of Endless Fate in the s.p.a.ce – the fifth piece of lotus leaf grew, swaying and gracing the world with its presence…

The fifth stage! The fifth stage of the Endless Divine Art had been unlocked!

It was unfortunate that Yun Yang, who was caught in the endless cycle of being crushed and patched up again, was truly in too much pain; so much so that he had fainted before he could see how much he had improved or what benefit he had gained. Naturally, he had no idea that the Endless Divine Art did not stop at this growth but had continued its progress… until the pinnacle of the fifth stage.

Yun Yang who had experienced too many rounds of physical restoration gradually lost his persistence and grip on the situation. Green veins webbed themselves around his forehead while his temple throbbed visibly. If there had been a third party around, the person would have been shocked.

Should the situation continue, Yun Yang's head might explode at the very next moment, losing his life and cultivation altogether.

…

Yun Yang was semi-conscious, but his cultivation method did not rest. The external energy came flooding in without a halt and as the energy was being charged, Yun Yang's nine mystical arts that had stopped momentarily began working again. This time, they advanced in unison, soaring to the seventh stage and even breaking through it…

As if in tacit agreement or in adherence to a certain specified connection, his mystical Qi cultivation base began climbing once more after the nine mystical arts reinitiated themselves, actually going a step further than the ninth Dao realm.

The acceleration and growth of the nine mystical cultivation methods and mystical Qi was wonderful, but Yun Yang was tormented even more intensely through the process. He fluctuated between fainting and waking up, losing consciousness from the pain and revived by the agony as well.

There was a limit to man's power. No matter how resilient one's willpower was, there would always be a limit. It was clear that Yun Yang had arrived at this very limit. A vein had bulged alarmingly on his temple as if it was going to pop out of his head at any time. His eyes were tiny slits of pain, the corners of his...o...b.. torn. The incessant endurance of such extreme suffering, such endless pain, gave rise to the mad impulse of ending himself to stop everything more than once.

He really could not take it anymore…

The exquisite pain felt like he was being sliced and cut into hundreds and thousands of pieces for dozens of centuries!

He had no idea at all that during this critical juncture, during the instant when his brain was truly about to explode… a shadow had flown into Tiantang City like a meteor. It was only within the blink of an eye, but the person had come to the side of the Residence of Nine Supremes.

This silhouette had paused momentarily before his arm rose without any further hesitation…

A glint of l.u.s.trous purple shot from his hand, ringing with a gleeful cry, as it entered the thick fog of the Residence of Nine Supremes, like a sparrow returning to its nest.