Myriad Daos of the Heaven

A ferocious Body Refiner!

Guo Qilin and the others were utterly shocked as they watched, marveling to themselves.

But wasn’t the Dao of Body Refining broken in this world? How did he manage to resume it?

Never mind that Body Refining Techniques were all but lost to this world; the Spirit Medicine required to resume the Body Refining Dao was at the Immortal Spirit Level. Not even the Seven Great Families and Three Major Sects could necessarily produce it.

Besides, even with Immortal Spirit Level Spirit Medicine, not just anyone could withstand the trial of countless lightning strikes!

Therefore, even with the medicine to resume the Body Refining Dao, the success rate was a mere one percent—a truly fatal endeavor with no hope of survival.

What’s more, how many people could possibly endure the agony of Body Refining?

That was why practically no one in the world would choose to walk such a hopeless, deadly path.

Yet at this very moment, a living, breathing Innate Body Refiner had appeared before their very eyes. How could they not be stunned?

Seeing Guo Qilin’s expression, Wei Xiaohao couldn’t help but gloat, "Did you see that, Guo Qilin? My boss practices Spirit-Body Dual Cultivation! He’s invincible, a Supreme Transcender! Just wait until he achieves Great Success in Body Refining. When his flower blooms, all others will wither! As for those so-called geniuses from your Guo Family and the ten great young masters of the Southern Continent... heh, they’re completely worthless!"

Guo Qilin’s face turned livid. He sneered, "Spirit-Body Dual Cultivation, is it? Whether on the Southern Continent or in any other land, who would ever tolerate his existence? Heh, don’t tell me your Wei Family would actually let him mature. Besides, his Body Refining Dao has only been restored up to the Innate Body Refining Realm. He’ll never be able to advance to the realms beyond. When that time comes, any Spirit Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Realm will be able to crush him with ease!"

Wei Xiaohao’s expression faltered at Guo Qilin’s words; he had no rebuttal.

What he said was the truth. Jiang Jichen was merely a Loose Cultivator, and no one would want to see a Loose Cultivator with Spirit-Body Dual Cultivation grow strong enough to threaten their Noble Families and Sects in the future.

Once these Noble Families and Sects unleashed their foundational power, they would be completely unstoppable.

Those were beings who existed above the Foundation Establishment Realm. The very thought sent a chill down one’s spine!

Meanwhile, the battle had reached a fever pitch. An Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator had fallen, but the fight that followed was even more difficult.

The Grandmaster Realm expert had now truly entered the fray. His every move could make the heavens and the earth tremble, giving rise to all sorts of startling anomalies. His might was terrifying beyond measure.

The other Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator, having witnessed how terrifying Jiang Jichen was in close combat, now unleashed a Spirit Cultivation Technique to attack from afar.

In the battle so far, although Jiang Jichen had managed to cut down three Innate Eighth Layer Spirit Cultivators and one at the Innate Ninth Realm, he had sustained considerable injuries himself, and his Spiritual Power was severely depleted.

But in a situation like this, one had to be fearless in the face of death and fight with complete abandon!

"Come! The fight isn’t over!"

Jiang Jichen mustered what little golden spiritual power he had left and charged the Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator, all while dodging the Grandmaster’s attacks.

From the moment the battle began, even though Jiang Jichen was the one who had gone on the offensive, he had never once confronted the Grandmaster head-on, remaining in a constant state of evasion.

’He knew that if he had confronted the Grandmaster from the start, he would have been gravely wounded, even if he wasn’t killed outright. He would’ve had no strength left to eliminate the others.’

Of course, not just anyone could employ such a strategy. It required a mystically powerful Divine Soul Sensing, astounding combat awareness to perceive the trajectory of an opponent’s attacks, and a Supreme Spirit Cultivation Step Technique. Only with all these could one even hope to narrowly evade each of the Grandmaster’s fatal blows.

But even that wasn’t enough. The residual power from a Grandmaster’s attacks was still terrifying. Without a powerful physical body, how could one possibly withstand the force of those aftershocks?

Jiang Jichen charged head-on toward the last remaining Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator, his sword dancing in his hand.

"Yin Yang Two Principles, Four Symbols and Eight Trigrams!"

At that moment, Jiang Jichen unleashed an even more powerful technique from his Tai Chi Swordsmanship.

Two swords, one black and one white for Yin and Yang, shot forth. In an instant, the two became four, transforming into the Swords of the Four Symbols.

An aura of alternating hot and cold emanated from them, like the cycling of the sun and moon. Then, the four swords of the Four Symbols shuddered and divided again, becoming eight.

Qian, Kun, Zhen, Xun, Kan, Li, Gen, Dui!

These were the Swords of the Eight Trigrams. They fanned out in eight directions to strike at the Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator.

In truth, the Tai Chi Swordsmanship was more like a Sword Array, embodying the profound mysteries of Heaven and Earth’s Yin-Yang and Eight Trigrams.

Furthermore, as Jiang Jichen’s Cultivation level rose and his comprehension of the Sword Dao deepened, the power of these Sword Skills would only grow stronger.

As it was, he was only scratching the surface of their true potential.

Seeing the space in all eight directions locked down by eight Sword Shadows, the Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator was overcome with despair.

PFFT!

The eight streaks of Sword Light moved, vanishing and reappearing in an instant, as though annihilating that small part of the world to reopen the Chaotic Heaven and Earth.

The Sword Lights flashed past, and the Innate Ninth Realm Spirit Cultivator was sliced into dozens of pieces, his Divine Soul utterly extinguished.

Just then, the Grandmaster attacked again.

His Spiritual Power was nearly gone, and he was caught in that vulnerable moment between moves where old strength is spent and new strength has yet to rise. It was the moment Jiang Jichen was at his absolute weakest!

The Grandmaster’s ability to seize an opportunity was immense, his timing utterly precise.

"Celestial Fire Flowing Clouds!"

At this moment, the Grandmaster finally unleashed his ultimate kill technique, intending to finish Jiang Jichen in a single strike.

’He, too, felt a deep sense of unease. The young man before him was a monster, one who seemed utterly impossible to kill.’

His hands blurred, forming a series of complex Hand Seals. The air vibrated, and a cloud of meteoric fire cascaded from the sky like a waterfall, plummeting toward Jiang Jichen.

Simultaneously, four walls of fire erupted from the earth, boxing Jiang Jichen in, sealing his surroundings, and cutting off all paths of escape.

With walls of fire blocking his way on the ground and the Celestial Fire Flowing Clouds descending from above—and this was no ordinary fire, but a flame that could incinerate even a Grandmaster.

"This time, you’re dead for sure, kid!"

The Grandmaster’s eyes were filled with mockery, but inwardly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the distance, Guo Qilin shouted with glee, "Excellent! As long as that kid dies, trash like Wei Xiaohao is nothing to worry about. He can be flattened with a single palm strike."

When Wei Xiaohao and Luoo Long saw this, their faces drained of color. It was too late to intervene and save him. Besides, they stood no chance of making a move in front of a Grandmaster.

But Yee Youmeng was already dragging her large machete, silently closing in on Guo Qilin to kill him. Not even the two Grandmasters had noticed her approach.

The Grandmaster protecting Guo Qilin quickly reacted, blasting an attack toward Yee Youmeng’s back. But Yee Youmeng completely ignored the Grandmaster’s strike, still raising her large machete to chop down at Guo Qilin.

"No!"

Only then did Guo Qilin feel true fear. The people he had encountered today were all utterly unafraid of death. If Yee Youmeng’s strike landed, he would surely be cleaved in two.

Of course, Yee Youmeng would also likely be blasted into a bloody pulp by the Grandmaster.