Chapter 148 The Collision of Extreme Yang and Extreme Yin

Da Huang – the place where thunder and fire, the most yang elements, intersect.

Wei Yuan, wrapped in the purest Taiyin energy, crashed down violently, like ice water splashed onto burning flames, instantly triggering a massive change. The roaring thunder resonated with a huge surge of spiritual energy. Buzhou Mountain God reached out and pulled Chang Xi, the Emperor's consort with a purely yin body, behind him.

Raising his hand, with his five fingers spread wide, a divine barrier directly resisted the violent spiritual energy surge in front.

Red light illuminated the old man's pupils.

Turning his white hair and beard a fiery red.

Chang Xi's heart was almost overwhelmed by this boundless, extremely yang energy. After the usual bursts of thunder, there would be a silence lasting a dozen breaths, but what she saw today was thunder that roared almost incessantly, without pause.

She looked up, stunned.

The earth veins intertwined, transforming into different forms of heavenly spiritual fire, like enraged dragons, roaring and hissing, swirling and converging on a single point. Heat surged, red, purple, gold, as if the world were about to burn.

Mountains burned, seas boiled, the earth cracked, like the end of a planet.

Above this spectacle, a cloud as vast as a mountain range hung upside down, slowly rotating at a visible pace, like an iron pestle. Bolts of lightning roared, striking into the heart of the raging flames, filling the world with an undeniable, immense sound.

And, a massive spiritual energy so intense that it was difficult for cultivators to breathe.

The myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, countless spiritual energies.

Not only water vapor, but also other energies like the earth's veins and the vitality of plants and trees, were shattered and torn apart, merging into the thunder and fire. Flames rose, rain fell, turning into billowing clouds, causing the leaden clouds to press even lower, making the scene even more magnificent and terrifying. Even Chang Xi was stunned into silence.

This was no ordinary fire and thunder.

Ordinary heavenly thunder could be controlled by true cultivators like Wei Yuan and Zhang Ruosu.

Each lightning bolt here was nurtured by the Great Wilderness. In a small world, it could almost be called a heavenly tribulation. Chang Xi was awed by this apocalyptic scene, but no fear arose in her heart.

Thunder and fire forging a golden body.

But this scene was almost comparable to the destruction of a small asteroid in the ordinary material world, or even a cataclysmic change in the world. Was this too much? Even ordinary gods couldn't withstand it for long, they would be destroyed by the collision of extremely yang thunder and fire, and washed away into dust by the spiritual energy tide.

No wonder Buzhou Mountain God said that the guy's body could be burned to ashes by this thunder and fire.

But, if he really survived…

Chang Xi stopped her thoughts, unwilling to think further. But whether she was unwilling to think or dared not think, even she herself found it difficult to distinguish the subtle difference.

Her eyes were filled with hidden shock that would not dissipate.

Buzhou Mountain God was only a fragment of consciousness at the moment, forcibly protecting Chang Xi. His own hair and beard were faintly scorched, but he didn't care, even retaining half of his power, ready to strike. His eyes were fixed on the core of the thunder and fire, the longer he stayed there, the better it would be for that kid.

He had to pull the kid out before his true spirit couldn't bear it.

In any case, this kid could be considered part of the Mountain God lineage, and a rare promising one at that. The other little brats were good, many were skilled, and could make a name for themselves in the Age of Gods.

But none were first-rate.

Not to mention top-tier.

The old man had finally found such a good seedling, how could he really let him turn to ash?

Besides, Mountain Gods, at most, are burned into blocks of colored glaze.

"How long can he last..."

Chang Xi whispered.

Buzhou Mountain God was tense, and answered without thinking,

"How would this old man know? I only know that if he can withstand the first stage, there's a chance of surviving. If he can withstand the second stage, he can be reborn. When he recovers, he can become a copper pea that even the God of Support cannot break or chew."

"Copper skin, iron bones, fireproof, lightning-proof, invulnerable, impervious to water and fire."

"These are all trivial matters."

Chang Xi's thoughts froze.

It took her several breaths to recover, and her expression changed slightly—

What is more terrifying than a god of war?

It is a god of war who cannot be injured.

Not being injured means always being at one's peak.

The combat power Wei Yuan had shown was already close to the legends of the younger generation in the previous Age of Gods, but his flesh and blood limited him. As long as he could be injured, as long as he bled, his combat ability would weaken, and there would be a possibility of killing him.

Xuan Yuan was like this, Da Yi was like this, Xing Tian was like this, Si Wenming was like this, and Wei Yuan was like this.

But now...

She asked almost unconsciously, "What if he can come out on his own?"

"Climb out on his own?"

Buzhou Mountain God scratched his head and said,

"That would definitely be better."

"His head can directly withstand the hacking of heavenly tribulations, and his body can withstand the scorching of fierce flames."

"The main thing is that his will will be greatly tempered."

"Perhaps we can use four words to describe his future limit?"

"What?"

The old man thought for a while and uttered four words: "Indestructible through myriad tribulations." (Wan Jie Bu Huai)

!!!

Chang Xi was horrified.

Buzhou Mountain God immediately became smug: "Aiya, of course, he's still far behind this old man, hahaha, a junior is just a junior after all, not enough, not enough."

Chang Xi opened her mouth, not knowing what to say to this old man.

After all, on the one hand, Buzhou Mountain God's record had been so embarrassing that it was known throughout the world.

Becoming a disgrace among the top ten.

But on the other hand...

Without opening his Mythological Concept, he directly took the full force of the furious Water God Gonggong's attack.

And he still woke up alive.

It was almost equivalent to the Water God Gonggong, who was at the second tier of the top ten in the world, secretly attacking Buzhou Mountain God with his Mythological Concept activated, and the latter was only injured and fell asleep. Thinking about it carefully, his strength and foundation were indeed outrageously strong.

But why, with such a powerful and magnificent foundation, and such a glorious record.

Why did it feel embarrassing to think about him?

With this kind of strength, saying he was indestructible through myriad tribulations was not an exaggeration.

But why didn't he open his Mythological Concept?

Chang Xi really didn't understand.

Could it be that a life of invincibility was too boring, so he had to find some fun for himself?

Since this old man didn't know that his identity had become a rare disgrace among the top ten and the subject of gossip and amusement among many gods these years while he was sleeping, Emperor Consort Chang Xi considerately stopped and didn't continue.

Buzhou Mountain God was smug for a while.

He stared at the thunder and fire that had not yet ceased, three breaths had already passed.

Wei Yuan's cultivation had already been shattered and re-refined.

At least he was still alive.

The old man breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately, a trace of worry finally appeared in his eyes. He looked at the core of the thunder and fire, was silent for a while, and sighed: "But, in such a place, every thought is a torment, making one feel that it would be better to die. This old man doesn't know if he can hold on, and how long he can hold on?"

He focused his mind, ready to rescue him at any time.

Then, he suddenly noticed a black shadow flash in the core of the thunder and fire, and was slightly stunned.

Immediately, his expression changed drastically.

"Not good!!!"

Gu - Events suddenly changed.

……………………

A silence, a deathly silence.

There was no road ahead, no road behind, only silence and coldness, as if death and the netherworld. As Zhuzhao Jiuyou had said, the path to the netherworld could only be clearly perceived by Wei Yuan's consciousness at this time. He realized that he had experienced similar things many times.

Dying alone, struggling to die.

Dying unwillingly on the unfinished road.

Ah, so… I'm not seeing Zhuzhao Jiuyou for the first time…

Wei Yuan's consciousness suddenly realized.

Perhaps he had passed through the netherworld of the Nine Netherworlds time and time again.

The Dragon God supporting the Nine Netherworlds was so curiously watching the soul of a mortal constantly coming.

Coming and going again and again in the long years.

Probably like an idiot.

Wei Yuan mocked himself, cycling through life and death like an idiot in Zhuzhao Jiuyou's eyes.

This experience was not the first time. In the past, a flower would bloom in his heart, releasing heat and allowing his true spirit to survive in the furnace of heaven and earth, and then wait for the next reincarnation. But now, without the protection of this flower, he would probably be crushed by the cruel and cold furnace of heaven and earth in an instant…

Wei Yuan's thoughts could no longer turn as they originally did.

The coldness of death devoured him.

But the raging winds of heaven and earth, the furnace of all things, were not as terrifying and oppressive as he had expected. The storm that should have torn his true spirit apart only made him feel pain. His true spirit still persisted, his soul was still tenacious.

It turned out that this heart had not retreated half a step in the face of this storm.

Wei Yuan's consciousness was stunned.

A mortal who has experienced a long journey of solitude…

Why do you think you are still just an ordinary wisp?

Pain and solitude have meaning.

Your will and ideals have long surpassed life and death.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, his nose was inexplicably sour.

"Teacher… Master… Yu…"

The corners of his mouth turned up on both sides as he murmured:

"Have I finally caught up with your footsteps…"

Have I finally earned the right to fight alongside you?

Right?

Countless failures, countless stumbles, countless pains, countless struggles, countless losses, countless partings, the once weak and ordinary person finally caught up with the footsteps of his friends.

"Hey..."/

"I've caught up."

A lamp lit up in this silent and cold gap of death.

Wei Yuan was slightly stunned. The choice Zhuzhao Jiuyou had given him had actually become the opportunity to illuminate his true spirit. This was the unique side of the Lord of the Nine Netherworlds, the Qing-robed woman's low murmur with a smile made the light illuminate the surroundings. Taiyin and Zhiyang were clashing within his body.

Can the will of a mortal create a limit?

Just when Wei Yuan gritted his teeth and resisted the torment that even gods would feel boundless pain from, a figure actually appeared from behind his true spirit. It was the Gu that Buzhou Mountain God had discovered in his divine soul, the traces of time.

"Remarkable willpower."

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank.

Immediately, his true spirit received a heavy kick.

His body swayed and sank directly to the most core of the thunder and fire.

The pressure suddenly increased a thousandfold.

And this figure instantly broke through the traces of thunder and fire and appeared in the sky. Black hair fell down, white jade hair crown, clear features, with jade-like golden features, unspeakably noble, a cinnabar dot between his eyebrows, and quiet black pupils, like reflecting all things.

Buzhou Mountain God gritted his teeth: "...Kai Ming!"

"How could you..."

The youth said with a smile: "Of course, it's the Gu in his true spirit."

Buzhou Mountain God said angrily:

"This old man is asking you, when did you make a move in his divine soul?"

The white-clothed youth smiled:

"Then Old Mountain God, do you want to think about how he became the Mountain God of Kunlun Mountain?"

Buzhou Mountain God's expression changed drastically: "You!"

Kunlun's third trial, even the Qing-robed woman in Wei Yuan's lucid dream was forcibly stripped away. Kai Ming, who sits and sees the ten directions, is above all the gods in the mystery of the soul. Even Zhuzhao Jiuyou, Buzhou Mountain who supports the sky, and even Fuxi and Nuwa, cannot surpass Him in this regard.

Kunlun Kai Ming was originally the most unpredictable opponent.

"It was originally a useless chess piece, but I didn't expect such a big gain."

Kai Ming lightly shook his folding fan, his demeanor like jade, and said: "Zhuzhao Jiuyou, Zhuge Wu Hou... Even if I can't easily see through them, they have underestimated me too much. The layout is only in the human world, their vision is too small."

Buzhou Mountain God suddenly leaped forward to save people. Kai Ming pointed his fingers, pointing directly at Chang Xi.

"Old Mountain God, don't forget, what did Wei Yuan risk his life for?"

"Do you want to save him and let the person he risked his life to protect die before him?"

Kai Ming hit the nail on the head, and then smiled: "In your heyday, I am naturally not your opponent, but now you are just a divided spirit of Buzhou Fuzi Mountain, and you have just awakened from a serious injury. Your strength is far inferior to your original body. Do you really want to fight me now? Or, after your strength recovers, you and I will fight again."

"This fox cub, this old man is protecting him."

Buzhou Mountain God raised his hand, his eyes indifferent: "And Kai Ming, you are just a divided spirit."

The momentum of the two peak powerhouses collided together, no less than thunder and fire.

Buzhou Mountain God ignored Kai Ming's threat.

He stepped forward.

A punch fell suddenly.

Like the northwest tilting of the sky.

The momentum was extremely magnificent, directly surpassing the move of the God of Support in the human world.

Kai Ming beast slashed with his fingers, neither dodging nor retreating, but forcibly caught Buzhou Mountain God's punch.

The momentum was magnificent, and the sky and the earth shook.

Many laws of space emerged, and then one side collapsed inch by inch, while the other side directly disappeared, strangely intertwined and connected with each other, but no matter what, as one of the top ten peak powerhouses in the world, with a flawless layout and unpredictable Kai Ming, this divided spirit actually took Buzhou Mountain God's move and was only slightly at a disadvantage, retreating half a step.

The eyes of the newly awakened Old Mountain God narrowed slightly.

The young man's eyes were calm and he smiled: "Wrong..."

"It's not a clone."

The folding fan in his hand turned a circle and then dissipated, and a long sword appeared, its sword energy magnificent, no less than Wei Yuan's, and it was also the pinnacle of the Three Realms and Eight Desolations.

He said: "It's Kai Ming Nine Heads."

"The rest of it..."

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