Yuan's Ascension

Chapter 809: Spirit Metamorphosis, Even The Supreme Can Be Slain (4)

Under the immense pressure, Wu Yuan's initial fear vanished, replaced by unwavering determination that burned brightly in his eyes.

“You’re just a dead man.

A failure on the path of destiny.

A being who can only cower within a Dao Instrument, scheming against one junior after another throughout the ages, vainly attempting to cling to life.

Cut the act! Even if you're supreme, so what? Get out of my way!!” Wu Yuan roared inwardly.

His twelve Yuan Souls bellowed in fury! His myriad consciousnesses cried out in rage!

Boom! At that point, his spirit blazed with newfound strength.

Wu Yuan felt the entire world shift around him, his perception changing drastically. His Dao Heart, will, and spirit were all undergoing a frenzied metamorphosis.

Suddenly, he realized that the bottleneck he had been struggling to break through had finally shattered!

This was—the Dao Heart and will of an Astral Monarch.

At this moment, Wu Yuan's spirit and will had reached the level of an Astral Monarch. Dao Heart, will, and other such terms all referred to spiritual cultivation.

One could only go as far as their heart reached, and only be as strong as their spirit.

Spiritual cultivation was ethereal and elusive, difficult to grasp, with no concrete method of practice. Yet it undeniably existed.

Why was it that Astral Lords could theoretically live eternally, yet most only survived for billions of years before imploding and perishing? It was because their spiritual cultivation was insufficient! Under the erosion and corrosion of time, the spirits of these Astral Lords warped, eventually crumbling and dying.

Normally, for the vast majority of Astral Monarchs, it was only after their Dao comprehension reached the Astral Monarch level, receiving the influence of the Dao essence, that they would undergo a breakthrough in spiritual cultivation, reaching the Astral Monarch level.

The so-called Astral Monarch level of spiritual cultivation had another name—Eternal Spirit!

It signified that one whose spiritual cultivation reached this level could defy the erosion of time, existing eternally, enduring for as long as heaven and earth itself. This was the first step towards eternity.

Wu Yuan, his two true selves each comprehending a Great Dao, had his Dao Heart and will tempered to extreme strength under their influence, and had long since reached the limit of the Astral Lord-level. ṛАΝȎ฿ĚṤ

However, if not for the extreme pressure he just faced, it would have taken at least tens of thousands of years to have hope of breaking through if he had cultivated normally, even with deeper Dao comprehension.

In an instant, his willpower manifested as a layer of indescribable radiance, enveloping Wu Yuan, and allowing him to withstand the pressure from that supreme being.

His twelve Yuan Soul had transformed into twelve dazzling divine soul swords.

With his lifebound artifacts taking on the form of swords, his Yuan Souls were influenced, also transforming into swords when they unleashed their power.

“So what if you are supreme? You’re just a negligible remnant of consciousness.

I, Wu Yuan, seek to dominate heaven and earth, pursuing the very pinnacle.

Today, I shall slay your remnant.

Never mind that you died long ago, merely a dry bone in the river of time. Even if you were to revive in the future, I could still slay you.

Kill!” Wu Yuan's twelve Yuan Souls, like twelve united divine swords, erupted with blinding radiance.

One of the three secret arts of the 'Sea Of Stars'—Emptiness!

A single word. Yet it represented an extremely powerful soul attack, capable of rendering all obstacles in its path into nothingness.

Whoosh~ The ripple struggled desperately, but was still sucked into the black pagoda. Then, the entrance of the black pagoda closed. This entire process was silent, completely unnoticed by Wu Yuan.

From beginning to end, Wu Yuan had been engrossed in absorbing and deducing the insights into the Law of Thunder that were frantically surging into his mind.

The sheer quantity of information was frightening.

Wu Yuan had initially been wary, prepared for the worst, but as nothing unusual occurred, he gradually let his guard down.

Could it be that this is some special power left behind by the so-called True Saint Lei Xing? Wu Yuan speculated silently.

Uncertain, yet detecting no problems, he decided to focus all his efforts on comprehending it.

...

This was a mysterious, distant place beyond the Spacetime Dao Realm, where lightning flashed endlessly across the sky.

Thunder serpents, each stretching tens of thousands of li long, roared through the air. A silver-armored figure trudged through this endless sea of lightning, each step a monumental struggle against the relentless assault of electric bolts.

It was none other than Zhuo Haiyue.

Hmm? A flicker of surprise suddenly crossed Zhuo Haiyue's eyes, tinged with disbelief. My life shackles... a link is missing. Ming Jian, was it you?

Ming Jian, thank you! She felt as if the oppressive weight of destiny bearing down on her had somehow lessened.

The prospects of her future seemed to shift and change.

So, even you have this day.

Destiny! In this world, no one’s destiny has ever been set in stone. Zhuo Haiyue silently affirmed, her gaze growing ever more determined.

...

The commotion Wu Yuan had caused in his own hall went unnoticed by all, save for Zhuo Haiyue who faintly sensed it in a distant realm.

Star Moon remained oblivious.

Sovereign Lan Yan, the overseer of the Spacetime Island, likewise perceived nothing.

In an even higher spatial dimension above the Spacetime Island, where spacetime intersected, a majestic hall hung suspended. Here, space itself seemed nonexistent. Countless spatial dimensions converged, and time flowed at ever-changing rates.

Within the hall, a black-robed figure with long hair obscuring his face remained motionless. He seemed eternally unchanging, his body never moving by even a hair's breadth.

"Grown stronger once again," came a murmur from beneath the black hair. "Hunt the ultimate end, slay the eternal, is this the rule you wish to establish?"

Then, no further sound came from the black-robed figure, as if his previous words had been mere illusion.

...

Centuries passed in the blink of an eye.

On the Spacetime Island, within Wu Yuan's hall.

Boom! A powerful Dao fluctuation enveloped the area, radiating countless bolts of lightning.

For the first time in centuries, Wu Yuan's qi refiner self opened his eyes.

“The Law of Myriad Rainbows, I've actually fully comprehended it?” Wu Yuan muttered to himself, his voice tinged with joy and a hint of amazement.