To say that both the physical and emotional pain Wen Ran felt right now was bearable would be an understatent. His whole body burned, searing from the inside out, as though molten iron coursed through his veins. His muscles felt shredded, his bones seed to groan with each movent, and his emotions ran wild—a storm of rage, regret, and defiance tearing through him. From the depths of his heart, a profound ache surfaced, clawing at his chest like an old wound torn open once more.
Yet still, he welcod the lightning. He welcod that destructive power that sought nothing but to annihilate the demon—the devil—who dared challenge it. The heavens were arrogant; even a child yet to step onto the cultivation path knew better than to bite the hand that fed them.
But not Wen Ran. Oh no, he didn't care about any of that.
If the heavens stood in his way, he would slice through them. If the seven immortals descended from the sky, he would send them back to where they ca from. And if the gods themselves cowered before his power, he would drag them down to the underworld. That was who Wen Ran was—a man who defied fate itself.
That had to be why the system chose him to live again... That had to be why he was blessed with the Heaven Defier Manual...
And now, as lightning crackled above him, churning with relentless fury, Wen Ran basked in its wrath. Bolts of golden power slamd down upon him, yet he didn't even flinch.
You may ask, Does he not feel pain? Oh, he does—a lot of it. Every nerve in his body scread in agony; his flesh sizzled and peeled from the scorching energy that lashed his body like a thousand whips. Right now, Wen Ran could barely walk. His steps faltered, his legs trembled beneath him, but his sheer will and determination drove him forward, breaking the limits of his mortal fra as he hunted down the remaining Violet Lotus Foundry disciples. They scattered like insects before him, yet there was no escape.
Wen Ran forced the heavens to target them as well, dragging them into his heavenly punishnt. The lightning that once sought to strike only him now lashed out at those unfortunate enough to cross his path. The storm roared louder, and the retaliation from the world intensified. The sky, once painted in muted grays, now flared with golden light, each bolt brighter and thicker than the last. But still, Wen Ran persevered.
His master's sacrifice—even if not in death—had ignited sothing deep within his heart. That fire had freed sothing primal inside him, sothing dark and twisted that now stalked the battlefield without restraint. His inner demon had awoken, and nothing could stop it now.
If soone had watched from the side, their soul would have frozen the mont their eyes landed on the monster Wen Ran had beco. Blood and bones painted the air, strewn like petals in the wind. Lightning carved deep burns into his skin, yet he moved with unrelenting purpose. His crimson eyes glowed with a cold, murderous light, and his snow-white hair—now streaked with the blood of his enemies—clung to his face like the mane of a beast. He was no longer a man, but a force of destruction—a nightmare brought to life.
People wept, trembled, scread—and most simply gave up. No matter what they tried, it was either Wen Ran or the lightning that claid them. The once-mighty sect of the Divine Five had beco nothing more than a playground for a lone, insignificant cultivator who now stood as a force beyond reckoning.
I can feel my dantian transforming... But this is nothing I've ever experienced before... Is this how Spirit Refinent should feel in this world? Wen Ran's heart pounded as he briefly glanced inward. His raging blood ocean of spiritual power churned and twisted, but now it was beginning to stabilize. The two crimson moons spun in the sky above it, casting their twisted light down upon the turbulent sea of energy. And from that ocean, sothing began to rise.
A gong.
The gong stood tall—a circular slab of polished black tal that glead like obsidian beneath the eerie crimson glow. Its surface was adorned with intricate engravings—dragons with serpentine bodies coiling through clouds, their scales etched in spiraling patterns that seed to ripple and shift as if alive. Phoenixes with blazing feathers spread their wings wide, their delicate plus curling around the gong's outer rim in a srizing dance of fire and grace.
A thin ring of glowing jade circled the edge, faintly pulsing with an inner light, as though sealing the vast power contained within. Strange runes, sharp and jagged, were carved between the beasts—symbols of forgotten cultivation techniques and ancient languages, their aning long lost to ti. Each mark seed to whisper of forgotten realms and unseen deities, filling the air with an eerie hum that throbbed deep within the bones.
The gong was silent... for now.
Then the lightning struck for the final ti—a golden spear of destruction powerful enough to annihilate anyone below the Nascent Soul stage. The force crashed down with blinding brilliance, yet the mont it struck, the gong seed to respond. As if awakened from slumber, the tal disc vibrated violently, unleashing an invisible force that struck back against the heavens. The lightning scattered into countless sparks, swallowed whole by the sky above.
The gong's toll reverberated like a shattering bell, echoing across the battlefield. The chaotic blood ocean beneath it stabilized, contracting into a single, powerful lake—a moving sea of dense spiritual energy that radiated such power it would terrify even those at Wen Ran's cultivation base. The refined energy surged through his ridians, rushing into his limbs and invigorating his every cell. His five viscera trembled under the sudden flood of power, yet they endured—and they transford.
The lightning that had threatened to break him... was now repelled, hurled back toward the heavens by the sheer force of the gong's deafening explosion, leaving Wen Ran standing unshaken, his crimson eyes gleaming with power.
That day would be etched into the history books, as the day when the heavens broke in the mystical pocket dinsion, leaving an everlasting hole in the sky. None knew who was responsible—so claid it was the ascension of an immortal being, while others whispered it was the descent of a god. But the truth was far simpler... it was the most powerful Spirit Refinent the world had ever seen that shattered the heavens themselves.
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