Chapter 972: Chapter 692: Heavenly Fist
The Void Dao, belonging to a spatial variant, is similar to shadows, but more advanced.
Those who master the void are all born assassins.
As a result, Lu Chenzhou has mastered the seventh Eighth Rank Dao.
With chaos as the main trunk, and severe poison, void, void-breaking, Five Elements, and Great Dream as branches.
After the Third Step, each time an Eighth Rank Dao is mastered, one’s strength increases significantly.
The Great Protector only has two Eighth Rank Daos, yet their strength surpasses the Four Great Guardians, which speaks volumes.
The [Void Saint Body] is one of the Great Divine Powers that Vilote is famous for.
The body transforms into the void, omnipresent, walking freely in infinite dimensions, and able to evade most attacks.
This is why Vilote is so hard to kill, owing to this divine skill.
Lu Chenzhou’s attacks are fierce, but the hit rate is too low.
Once Vilote is fully digested, the Martial Arts Tree had already grown to 1.6 billion zhang.
Lu Chenzhou then comprehended several practical void techniques, subsequently advancing towards Mo Luo Hall Master.
"You all retreat and support our senior brother, leave this to me," Lu Chenzhou descended before Wan Yan Old Ghost and others.
The old ghost and others breathed a sigh of relief, smiling, "Yet another god severed, congratulations fellow Daoist on another progression."
They truly couldn’t hold on any longer; if the battle continued, the Twelve Yuan Chen would be diminished.
Once the array is broken, they would be insta-killed by the Mo Luo Hall Master.
The Twelve Yuan Chen joined another battlefield, swiftly breaking the stalemate, sweeping across the Four Great Guardians like the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves.
This time, the Mo Luo Hall Master did not choose to revive them, as it also consumes energy.
After slaying Vilote, Lu Chenzhou’s strength was enough to pose a threat to Him, and He had to go all out.
"Honestly, you’re terrifying, and I must nip you in the bud here no matter what," said Mo Luo Hall Master.
He had never encountered such a difficult junior to kill, even more troublesome than Great Power and Demigods.
"You’ve said this too many times, yet I’m still standing here just fine?" Lu Chenzhou’s tone was arrogant.
Boom! Boom! The two figures clashed like meteors, erupting forth dazzling cosmic sparks.
The collision between two top-tier existences of this era was no longer something ordinary Third Step cultivators could engage in.
Wan Yan Old Ghost and the others did not leave; instead, they stayed at a distance to provide cover and rest.
If Lu Chenzhou was unable to defeat Mo Luo, the Twelve Yuan Chen Formation could still hold for a while.
In this war, they had all bet everything.
Everyone here did not care if there was a tomorrow.
Only those who had witnessed the horror of Demigods understood that if Lu Chenzhou lost, the entire Great Universe would also lose.
If Demigods are already like this, then how powerful could a True God be?
...
Three years passed in the blink of an eye.
Tianxia Calendar Year 2340.
In the past three years, the gods of the Forbidden Zone have been paying attention to two matters.
One is the battle between Lu Chenzhou and Mo Luo, and the other is the tribulation of the Cangtian Dragon King.
Lu Chenzhou was fine; they were already used to it.
But the Cangtian Dragon King had been silent for too long, gradually fading from Their sight.
Now returning, He was about to become a Great Power, able to influence the situation in the Three Thousand Realms and provide significant resistance to the Forbidden Zone.
This war had too many variables.
Initially, the task given to Mo Luo Hall Master by the Witch was to kill Lu Chenzhou.
But now, Their demand became to hold Lu Chenzhou off until more Demigods emerged.
The variable of Twelve Yuan Chen was unexpected for Them.
For a long time, Their great enemy had been only Lu Chenzhou in Their eyes.
Others to Them were like ants.
Yet, these ants, when gathered together, gave Him a ferocious bite.
The Chronicles of Time continued to turn pages.
In the blink of an eye, another two years had passed.
On the battlefield, the battle between Lu Chenzhou and Mo Luo Hall Master still had no victor.
When he was tired, he let the Twelve Yuan Chen go up, engaging in endless rotation battles.
"Mo Luo, if you still have reservations, I can’t save you!" The Witch’s voice grew anxious.
"I have no reservations, I have given my all, I’ve used all the Divine Skills I have, and I can’t kill him," Mo Luo Hall Master said in despair.
Although His strength still firmly suppressed Lu Chenzhou by a margin, He could no longer even deplete Lu Chenzhou by a single resurrection.
No matter how He attacked, Lu Chenzhou was able to evade fatal blows using Void Saint Body + Undying Body.
In endless dimensions, everywhere was the figure of Lu Chenzhou.
With the illusion control of the Great Dream Dao, Mo Luo Hall Master could almost no longer distinguish between reality and falsehood.
He felt like the world was full of Lu Chenzhou, impossible to kill them all.
Lu Chenzhou occasionally used Camilla’s poisonous Great Divine Power to summon a poison snake to bite Him.
"Alas, still one step short... Looking at Mo Luo’s trend, losing is only a matter of time," The Witch no longer forced it, coldly observing the situation’s development. "Anyway, the worst outcome is that someday, I will personally face Lu Chenzhou," The Witch’s inner peace was restored, thinking of this, They felt relieved.
On the other hand, after consuming the Dao Essence of the two great Demigods, the Martial Arts Tree had reached 2.2 billion zhang.
The more it grows, the harder it gets to advance.
But in lateral development, new Daos were continuously approaching the Eighth Rank.
In the prolonged battle, Lu Chenzhou never stopped learning and comprehending.
On this day, the Causality Dao advanced to the Eighth Rank.
Threads of the power of the Causality Dao emanated from around him, merging into the spear in his hand.
The Divine Lotus charged towards Mo Luo Hall Master, no matter how He dodged, He couldn’t escape.
Boom! Unable to avoid it, Mo Luo could only withstand the Divine Lotus head-on, emitting a painful howl.
"Lu Chenzhou has grown stronger. He has forcibly locked me and himself with the essence of causality, so once his spear skill incorporates causality, it cannot be evaded. This is a combat style similar to a curse, attacking through causal connections across distances, not relying on spatial movement to achieve it."
Mo Luo, with his high realm, saw through Lu Chenzhou’s intent at a glance.
But it was of no use. He didn’t understand causality, and even knowing it, he couldn’t break it.
He could only use the Ninth Rank Dao of Destruction, breaking all methods with sheer force, to forcefully suppress Lu Chenzhou’s Eighth Rank Dao.
But just from what he saw, Lu Chenzhou had already comprehended eight kinds of Eighth Rank Daos.
Quantitative change led to qualitative change, making suppression increasingly difficult.
"Mo Luo is about to reach his limit." Mr. Turtle suddenly said.
"Indeed, Friend Lu grows with every moment of battle. Though Mo Luo progresses, he crawls like a turtle compared to Friend Lu."
"This prolonged battle is most advantageous to Friend Lu; combat is the best teacher for a prodigious talent." said the Sword River Great Saint.
"Hahaha, once the Dragon King breaks through Nine, our Mystic Sky Alliance will have two Ocean Stabilizing Needles." Yaochi Immortal laughed.
"Tianxia is truly blessed by fortune, it is not without reason that it became the first Fire Seed World. The Dragon King and Lu Chenzhou, if born in any major civilization, would exhaust millions of years of fortune, and yet, they all appear in Tianxia..." Beidou God Monarch lamented. Being fellow Fire Seed Worlds, the Beidou Region and the Southern Heaven Realm have become mere foils; they have given their all, but when encountering such gifted individuals, they simply cannot compete.
News of victory continued to reach the rear.
"Vilote is also dead, the Hierarch is mighty!"
"Now it’s just Mo Luo Hall Master left. Once he’s killed, even if other demigods revive, they won’t be of any threat."
"Our endeavor has never been so close to success, and the long night is about to see the dawn of light."
Countless people sighed with emotion.
Especially some of the elders of the Mystic Sky Alliance who have fought alongside Lu Chenzhou from humble beginnings to now.
At the start, under the threat of the Divine Alliance, they could only conduct guerilla warfare, running everywhere.
Times have changed, and now even demigods have been slain for them to see.
...
Amidst the starry sky.
The Dragon King’s great tribulation has reached its most perilous moment.
The tribulation for a cultivator of great power is also called the Eight-Nine Great Tribulation.
It signifies that from the mortal beginning to this step, one must endure seventy-two challenges.
Over the past few years, both body and spirit have constantly transformed within the tribulation.
In the final tribulation, numerous Daos from high in the heavens descended simultaneously, and one Dao Palace after another appeared before him.
An unparalleled, supreme intention made the Dragon King understand the meaning of this layer.
"To overcome this tribulation, one must choose a Dao and incorporate it into the soul."
The Dragon King searched continuously until he found an inconspicuous Dao.
In the eyes of the Dragon King, it looked like a hand reaching for the heavens, covered with green veins, strong and powerful.
"Hand of Transcendence."
...
Meanwhile.
Somewhere in the starry sky.
The young Lu Chenzhou opened his eyes, filled with murderous intent.
"It’s here, as expected, the Forbidden Zone couldn’t resist making a move."
He stepped forward, and his figure vanished.
...
As the Dragon King undergoes the tribulation.
In the nearby starry sky, a slightly plump figure takes a step, spanning endless distances with each step.
"After an immense effort akin to Nine Oxen and Two Tigers, a clone has finally been dispatched. Currently, the top-level experts of the Three Thousand Realms are all distracted by Mo Luo Hall Master, and those remaining in the Xia Realm are just Lu Chenzhou’s clones. My clone, though not a demigod, is enough to disrupt the Dragon King’s tribulation."
He is the God of Gluttony, Longgor.
He is prepared to abandon this clone.
Doing nothing is not the style of the Forbidden Zone.
Compared to Lu Chenzhou, the Dragon King should be easier to handle.
He thought so.
"Halt." A massive vortex formed within the universe, and a figure stepped out from it, the young Lu Chenzhou stood with a spear, speaking calmly.
"Lu Alliance Leader, you cannot stop this god, don’t waste your efforts, this time it has nothing to do with you." Longgor said with a smile.
"How would I know without trying?" Lu Chenzhou said nothing more, thrusting out his spear, and thirty-six Divine Lotuses bloomed.
Longgor’s slightly plump body moved among the Divine Lotuses briefly, and soon the lotuses extinguished, absorbed by him.
"I am the Glutton, capable of swallowing anything... step aside, I’m no Vilote or Camilla of that caliber."
Longgor waved his hand, and a terrifying storm swept forth, reversing to engulf Lu Chenzhou’s clone with thirty-six black Divine Lotuses.
Boom, boom! The Supreme Martial Realm descended, and four Town Vein Treasures manifested simultaneously to withstand the strike.
With the Heavenly Person Martial Arts ongoing, the four treasures now held quasi-Supreme Treasure levels, collectively more formidable than typical Supreme Treasures.
"A bit of skill, then let me entertain you." Longgor smiled lightly.
But he didn’t expect that playing would last a year.
Though Lu Chenzhou’s clone was not his match, under the will of the Xia Realm, akin to Mo Luo Hall Master with the Divine Prison Realm as his body.
His clone, of a half-god stature, was not weaker than Camilla’s.
Yet it was tightly restrained by Lu Chenzhou’s clone.
Until this day, the entire starry sky trembled, with an overwhelming aura soaring from the sea of stars that surpassed everything.
The Cangtian Dragon King, who was transcending the tribulation not far away, opened his eyes, the Grey Dragon coiled around his right arm, and unleashed a punch.
This punch was immeasurably grand, unstoppable, like a torrent of stars.
"It’s useless, my body can absorb your attacks..."
Longgor had not finished speaking when he discovered his form shattering like a rag.
The Dragon King withdrew his fist, grinning, "Didn’t you see whose fist this was?"