Destruction Island.
The Black Boat Ancestor was also observing the most intense civilization war currently unfolding within the Three Thousand Realms through his own network.
"Thankfully, I’ve always been cautious and never provoke the Divine Race. These guys have deep foundations. Yan Ming’s power is generally average, a notch below mine, but he can harness the True God Power of the fallen Bi Fang above the Dao. The Dragon and Phoenix Clans are sowhat lacking in depth. As for Lu Chenzhou, I’m afraid his chances are grim."
Despite saying this, the Black Boat Ancestor had no plans to take action.
The war’s entanglent ran too deep; it was not sothing to be drawn into lightly.
...
"Blessings and misfortunes coexist, and the foundations of the Divine Alliance surprisingly beco Lu’s opportunity. Let’s see if he can seize it."
Kunxu Ancestor sighed.
To seize it would an the vast horizon ahead, effectively completing a crucial step towards ascending to greatness ahead of ti.
Fail to seize it, and death follows, erasing the Dao.
"When one’s wisdom reaches a certain level, every sip and bite becos a chance. Truly enviable."
...
"Underestimating that bunch from the Divine Alliance, they can still draw upon the Bi Fang Power."
"This ti, Lu Chenzhou should surely die, right? A glimpse of True God Power could annihilate the Ten Directions Realm."
"Let them fight, let them fight; it’s to our advantage, isn’t it beautiful?"
The Evil Gods of the Eye of Truth seldom smiled.
Only those who were also True Gods knew the weight these two Bi Fang Feathers carried.
The Witch looked grim, seemingly deep in thought, but suddenly, her expression changed.
"Damn, it’s the Ancient Heart Refining Tribulation!"
She had a foreboding feeling.
...
Once the large-scale war between the top two forces of the Three Thousand Realms moved into a relatively balanced deadlock, it appeared prolonged.
The Golden Crow flies, the Jade Rabbit walks, and three years have passed.
Tianxia Calendar, year 2310.
The battlefield outside the Fla Bright Great World fell into endless dark chaos.
Apart from the battlefield where Yan Ming Realm Venerable and Lu Chenzhou—the two strongest forces—were engaged, other battlefields experienced both wins and losses on both sides.
Even though the Divine Alliance possessed divine artifacts, they couldn’t withstand the attrition.
The Mystic Sky Alliance had shallower foundations but could withstand growing numbers.
Over the past three years, aside from the Beidou God Monarch, more people joined the fight against the Divine Alliance.
Observant individuals could discern that the Divine Alliance’s luck was running out.
Because the state of the Yan Ming Realm Venerable was deteriorating.
Utilizing such major trump cards, even if he won the war, the old chap wouldn’t live long.
Without Yan Ming Realm Venerable, the other Three World Venerables were far from the Third Step, and thus, not intimidating.
Therefore, once the situation began to clear up, many civilizations that had been waiting joined the war.
Especially those previously invaded by the Divine Alliance—taking this opportunity to hit a drowning dog.
The Sword Elder of the Southern Heaven World also recently advanced to the Second Step and joined the war.
In the late stage of the stalemate, the three World Venerables gradually fell into a disadvantage.
Divine Alliance Realm King experts fell like rain, dwindling to almost none under the siege.
Ti passed; another year went by like this.
Four years of war, over a hundred Divine Alliance Realm Kings fell, and now only a dozen or so remained clustered around the three World Venerables.
"Realm Venerable, retreat... we’re going to lose."
"More people are helping the Mystic Sky Alliance, and our people are also deserting; we can’t keep fighting."
"If we continue to stay here, it’s a path to death. Holding fast to our Great World gives us at least a glimr of hope."
The Divine Alliance’s forces were down to less than one-fifth by now.
In contrast, the Mystic Sky Alliance only suffered a loss of a third.
The three World Venerables looked at Yan Ming, who was sitting desolately between heaven and earth, and rejected the proposal from the Realm Kings.
"If we retreat, then Yan Ming’s efforts would be in vain."
"Yan Ming was right; clinging to the Great World is rely a slow death. Only killing Lu Chenzhou can resolve everything once and for all!"
"We haven’t lost yet; as long as Yan Ming kills Lu Chenzhou, we have hope to reverse the defeat!"
At this ti, the very center of the battlefield.
Yan Ming Realm Venerable seed dried up, a re shell possibly blown away by the wind at any mont.
Above the high heavens were three Bi Fang Divine Feathers.
Upon realizing that the divine power from two feathers was insufficient to kill Lu Chenzhou, he offered another; he was burning his very essence.
"Four years... how is he not dead yet," Yan Ming Realm Venerable muttered numbly.
Were it an ordinary Third Step, they would have been pulverized on the first day; the undying body wouldn’t be of use.
Yet, in the void before him, a slowly circulating invisible blood mist faintly revealed Lu Chenzhou’s visage.
A dim blue light surrounded the blood mist, reflecting the vast world.
He could feel Lu Chenzhou’s will, small and helpless like a candle in the wind, yet stubbornly refusing to extinguish, enduring through ti.
Suddenly, a Realm King of the Red Feather Divine Race materialized beside Yan Ming Realm Venerable, seemingly golden and aged.
The Realm King conjured a white-robed figure holding a staff, with compassionate eyes.
"Yan Ming, would you like to make a deal?"
"Witch..."
"Indeed, we have t."
"What deal do you wish to make?"
"Do you not wish to kill Lu Chenzhou? I can help you."
"How to help?"
"Give three Bi Fang Divine Feathers, and I have a way to kill Lu Chenzhou."
"Get lost!"
"You have to know, you can’t kill him like this; instead, you’re giving Lu Chenzhou an opportunity! Haven’t you noticed? Although Lu Chenzhou’s physical body is repeatedly destroyed by Divine Power, his spiritual will, on the contrary, keeps growing stronger. His perception is too high, his talent too great, and he is a man protected by the grand fate of multiple worlds. You can’t kill him; instead, you might help him pass the Ancient Heart Refining Tribulation, raising his will to the level of Great Power. He will kill you effortlessly, and the Divine Alliance will be destroyed."
Having observed secretly for four years, the Witch couldn’t hold it in any longer.
He didn’t want to see the Divine Alliance sent down.
This would only increase the difficulty of dealing with Lu Chenzhou in the future!
Yan Ming Realm Venerable was silent for a mont, then coldly said:
"Get lost!"
"What I’m saying is the truth; you’re a smart person, you should be able to see it."
"So what, I can’t stop now. Indeed, the Divine Alliance is defeated, its fate is over, Heaven wants to destroy ." Yan Ming Realm Venerable’s tone was indescribably desolate, "The Great Cosmic Will has abandoned the divine, has also abandoned the Divine Race. No matter how hard I try, it would not favor . I want to defy fate, want to harness the Great Cosmic Will, but I am within the ga, how can I contend with it outside the ga? Before I even make a move, I’ve already utterly lost."
"Make a deal with , when the stars revive, I will command the Great Cosmic Will and resurrect you and the Divine Alliance." The Witch’s tone was confident.
"I said get lost! Even though I lost, I still don’t want to make deals with those who murdered my ancestors." Yan Ming Realm Venerable roared.
He pointed a finger, sweeping the Bi Fang Divine Power, wiping out the Witch’s projection.
He looked towards Lu Chenzhou and continued to use Bi Fang Divine Power to try to kill him.
Although he knew, the outco was likely to be failure.
"The Divine Race has no path, whichever way they go is a dead end." He attacked chanically and numbly.
...
Divine Power Fierce Fla Hell.
Lu Chenzhou’s will was being burned here for four years.
This ti’s pain far exceeded the previous ti when cursed by Wang Yue.
His face twisted, yet his eyes remained as calm as a spring lake, still as eternal ice.
"Ice Purity Divine Eyes, truly worthy of Cold Ice Ancestor’s unparalleled art."
Lu Chenzhou muttered to himself, his aura rising ever higher.
His gaze penetrated the Divine Power Hell, seeing the infinite heights atop the Dao.
The Bi Fang Divine Corpse lay quietly before the Fire Path Palace, its afterglow still lingering after death.
"My heart soars, my intention reaches the heavens... with my Heart Realm at this level, it has already exceeded mortal limits, gradually transcending to saintliness, nearly divine."
Through four years of Bi Fang Divine Power’s tempering, Lu Chenzhou’s Heart Realm had once again sublimated.
"It’s ti to end."
With a single thought, a hazy green light surged around him.
"A Heart Realm immaculate, a Spiritual Circular Light as golden, unchanging amidst countless trials."
"A high Heart Realm, a Spiritual Circular Light as the blue sky, wanting to match the firmant!"
The green light of this circle rippled outwards, clearing the surrounding Divine Power Fire, sweeping it away.
"If it were the true Bi Fang True God here, naturally I wouldn’t be a match, but these are just three feathers, and their master is already dead. To try to use their will to kill , it’s an extravagant hope! Old Yan Ming, thank you for giving this fortune; this Ancient Heart Refining Tribulation, is all there is to it!" Lu Chenzhou laughed up to the sky.
He originally thought it would take him a long ti to pass this tribulation.
Unexpectedly, the opportunity ca just like that.
He suddenly threw a punch skywards, his invisible aura materializing the form of a Green Light Giant Tiger.
At that mont, it was as if he returned to his youthful days of boxing practice, the Dao is simple, Tiger-shaped Killing Fist!
Rumble! The Green Light Giant Tiger collided with the gigantic Bi Fang phantom in the deep space.
The two enormous beings were fighting, shaking the mountains, splitting the earth, shattering planets.
Lu Chenzhou manifested a Spirit Long Spear, in a flash arriving in front of Bi Fang, and then sent out a spear.
A Nine Tribulation Lotus, condensed by Spiritual Power, exploded with a roar, causing feathers to fly from the Bi Fang phantom.
"Spiritual Circular Light, not only can it defend, but also launch will attacks."
"It is said, an Ancient Great Power’s thought can roll like a Great River, crushing even the Heavenly Realm; it relies on the power of will."
"Now, one thought of mine can kill ordinary Eight Realms, only Second Step or Third Step can resist."
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Twenty-four Spiritual Divine Lotuses continually stacked within the Divine Power Hell, exploding with thunderous force.
A vast surge of will impact swept across all directions like the shockwave of a cot.
The fierce flas extinguished, replaced by layers of solid ice.
In the Ruins Sea, the blood mist body that was constantly gathering and dispersing reappeared in the form of a deity and Buddha enveloped in Green Light, whose face was unclear.
"Not only the spirit, it seems the Undying Body has also been further refined under the Divine Power’s tempering."
In fact, without the Undying Body, no matter how strong the will, if the physical vessel cannot withstand, it still leads to death.
In any case, spiritual will and the physical body complent each other, which is the key for Lu Chenzhou to challenge the majesty of the True God with an Eight Realm body.
If any link is missing, it leads to the death of body and Dao.
Yan Ming Realm Venerable sighed inwardly, indeed failed.
"Heaven wants to destroy , perhaps I shouldn’t have plotted for the Great Cosmic Will."
He recalled his mother’s words, the tone was sorrowful.
Rumble—Lu Chenzhou, with a gesture, invoked the violent power of spiritual will, manifesting it into world-ending green lightning.
His eyes flashed with the cold light of eternal ice, staring directly at the three Bi Fang Divine Feathers suppressing him.
The Bi Fang remnants in the Divine Feather seed to sense the threat, manifesting a fiery fla divine bird as big as the small half of Yan Ming Realm.
Lu Chenzhou shook his head and said, "What a pathetic race, forever unable to escape the shackles of their ancestors’ bloodline."
It wasn’t Yan Ming manipulating the Divine Feathers, but the Divine Feathers using him.
Boom! Lu Chenzhou threw out a punch, and his spiritual will materialized into a fierce Black Tiger no less than Bi Fang.
As vast as the heart is, so vast is this punch.
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