Immortal Path to Heaven Novel - Chapter 1045
Chapter 1045: The Great Wide World
Ou Yangming’s eyes were muddled. It was difficult to put into words.
A powerful tearing force enveloped him. Without any movement from him, a seven-colored glass light blocked the force completely.
Although the force was powerful, Ou Yangming was like a towering mountain. No matter how the external environment changed, it could not make him waver in the slightest.
This was where his greatest strength lay.
In front of him, the world was getting bigger. The vegetation was verdant, and spiritual Qi was abundant.
After an unknown time, his head became heavy. By the time he opened his eyes, his body was immersed in a spiritual pool.
His internal organs, limbs, and bones were all in a comfortable state.
Ou Yangming raised his head to look at the sky. In front of him were stars of different colors, some big and some small, some far and some near. They were countless worlds. At first glance, there were at least tens of thousands of them.
He smacked his lips and retracted his gaze. Nonetheless, there was an unconcealable look of shock in his eyes.
Ou Yangming muttered to himself in a low voice, “So, this is the Great Wide World? It’s indeed indescribably vast.” The stars looked very small, but that was only because they were too far away. In fact, every world was not much smaller than the Spiritual Realm. Most of them were even more boundless than the Spiritual Realm.
After staring blankly at them for a moment, Ou Yangming’s thoughts moved slightly.
Multi-armed King Kong and the other Venerable Ones in the spiritual pool.
Big Yellow ground its teeth and carefully sensed for a while. Its Qi was as smooth as one. It raised its paw and fiercely slapped forward. With that, claws as sharp as a knife appeared out of thin air and hit the empty space. The spiritual Qi in the space exploded, but not even the slightest ripple was created.
The big yellow dog hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice, “Lil’ Ming, the space in this world seems to be more stable?”
Lil’ Red called out arrogantly and glanced at Big Yellow, saying, “Of course. The Great Wide World is vast and boundless, and the interspatial structure is stable. Ordinary Venerable Ones can’t stir up anything in this world.”
As soon as it finished, it flapped its wings and pointed at the stars in the sky. It introduced, “These stars are all complete worlds. The distances between them and this world are different. More than 30% of them are ruled by the Dragons and the Phoenixes, and there are all kinds of vassal races living there. Another 30% of them are being endlessly fought for by the Dragons and the Phoenixes. As for the remaining ones, they’re all dangerous places without spiritual Qi. Even powerful cultivators will find it difficult to survive there.”
Hearing this, Ou Yangming frowned.
He noted straightforwardly, “The laws of those worlds are unified, right?”
“Yes,” Lil’ Red answered.
A purple light flashed in Ou Yangming’s eyes as he thought to himself. ‘In other words, the stars were actually derived from the same world.’
It was not strange for Ou Yangming to have such a judgment. He had felt the power of the laws of the Small Dragons’ World, the Small Phoenixes’ World, and the poisonous pill’s world. Even though the great path had different paths but the same destination, the differences in their origins were still enormous.
The Small Dragons’ World was overbearing, the Small Phoenixes’ World was arrogant, and the poisonous pill’s world’s main rule was tolerance. They were all different.
After being slightly stunned for a moment, Ou Yangming stood up from the spiritual pool and circulated his spiritual power, evaporating all the water vapor on his body.
At this moment, an illusory Fire Phoenix flew over from the distance, illuminating half the sky red. Its mouth landed on Lil’ Red’s head, spinning non-stop.
Lil’ Red’s lips moved as if it was communicating with it.
After a long while, a look of surprise appeared in its eyes. It looked at Ou Yangming and said, “My brother, Feng Xiang—you’ve seen him before—is in this small world, and has called us over after sensing my aura!”
Ou Yangming recalled the Fire Phoenix that had descended from the sky when he was in the Beast King Sect.
It had destroyed everything in an overbearing and peerless manner. Ou Yangming felt a little fervent as he followed behind the illusory Fire Phoenix and flew away.
The mountain range stretched on as if many giant dragons were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
Apart from that, the river was clear, and spiritual Qi was dense.
“Rumble…” Countless ear-splitting sounds rang out from afar, rolling up huge waves of spiritual Qi.
At this moment, in the depths of the mountain range, a dozen or so phoenixes were fighting against an evil dragon.
Lights from various magic weapons scattered, and the air was filled with the aura of jewels and treasures.
There was a sword pellet that was tainted with preemptive opportunity and holiness. Each time it shook out, an indescribably sharp arc-shaped sword-light could be seen. There was also a giant hammer that flickered with lightning and every time it struck, spiritual Qi would explode, stirring up thunderbolts. Especially for a formation map formed by 108 sabers, wherever the saber-light passed, all life would be extinguished… Just by seeing this scene, one could tell that the usage of weapons in the Great Wide World was countless times greater than in the Spiritual Realm.
Behind the phoenixes, a red-clothed man stood in the air.
His hands were crossed in front of his chest, and his face was calm. Clearly, he was someone who had a heart filled with thunder, and his face was as calm as a lake.
He was Feng Xiang, who was the brother that Lil’ Red had mentioned.
The Dragons and the Phoenixes were different from ordinary spirit beasts. They had to break through from the Venerable-One-level before they could take form.
“Quickly kill it!” Feng Xiang’s expression was calm as he urged in a low voice.
“Yes!” The other phoenixes revealed a look of respect in their eyes at the same time, and their attacks became even more ruthless.
In the blink of an eye, the evil dragon was surrounded by danger. Every time it attacked, it would be exhausted and could be killed at any time.
At this moment, a mocking voice came from the horizon. “I didn’t expect that a small world like this could make a true powerhouse of the Phoenixes to come personally. How interesting.” The voice contained spiritual power and wherever it passed… The clouds exploded. Afterward, a colorful screen of light rolled over from a distance. A black-robed man slowly walked along the light screen as if he was strolling in a garden. In the blink of an eye, he forcefully squeezed into everyone’s sight.
Yes, he “squeezed” into everyone’s sight. This was an overbearing attitude, by which whether one was willing or not, he would still come in and take a look.
Feng Xiang’s pupils shrank indiscernibly, and he sneered. “You always do this when you appear. Aren’t you bored of it? Long Xiao, don’t think that I don’t dare to kill you!”
“It’s not whether you dare to or not, but whether you can or not.” The black-robed man, whose name was Long Xiao, laughed. He waved his long sleeves, took out a fan, and gently fanned it.
“You’re really confident.”A majestic killing intent spread out from Feng Xiang’s body.
He drew out 2 sabers from his sleeves and shouted, “Kill!”
The 2 sabers danced in his hands like 2 rotating discs. They exuded an indescribable sharpness, and cold rays shot out in all directions.
When Feng Xiang crossed his hands, the 2 sabers in his hands drew out white arcs like perfect arcs intersecting with each other. He cried out softly, “The first stop—Moon as Cold as Light.” It was also at this time that the evil dragon was blasted into pieces by the phoenixes.
Despite that, Long Xiao did not even lift his eyelids. He pulled back his stance and said in a deep voice, “The Phoenixes’ secret skill—the Eighteen Stops. I wonder how many stops you’ve achieved with your current cultivation.”
As he spoke, he tapped his interspatial bag. Afterward, a pitch-black long whip appeared in his hand, and he swung it in an arc in the air.
Long whips were made of strange and unpredictable materials. One’s move had to be unexpected because the more unconventional the moves, the more difficult they were to grasp.
In this aspect, Long Xiao was obviously an expert. The whips that he made were both real and fake.
He went straight for Feng Xiang but as soon as he got close, he was bounced away by the spinning dual blades.
Long Xiao hit a mountain peak that was 333 meters thick and in an instant, the peak was reduced to dust.
The ground under their feet also shattered instantly. Smoke and dust scattered in all directions and spread outward. This was only from the power that was released after the collision. Even a Venerable One would be heavily injured after getting in contact with the power. As such, the dozen or so phoenixes immediately flew out. They were only Venerable Ones, thus this kind of battle was beyond their imagination.
Feng Xiang’s expression did not change. He said softly, “The second stop—Cold Mountain and Flying Phoenix.”
The 2 blades spun faster, containing an extremely majestic power.
It was as if they had turned into 2 majestic streaks of lightning. Raging flames entered the ice and surged endlessly.
The Eighteen Stops was the Phoenixes’ secret manual. The power contained in each stop was different. Each stop meant a layer of sky. When stacked up to 18 stops, one could reach the blue sky and kill immortals.
Long Xiao’s expression turned cold as he thought to himself, ‘How long has it been since I last saw him? He became stronger again?’ It was obvious from the word “again” how complicated his feelings were at the moment.
He glanced into the distance and snorted. “Long Ting, if you don’t come out now, I won’t be able to hold on.” He was good at talking but in terms of strength, he was slightly inferior to Feng Xiang. His confidence actually came from the Long Ting, who was one of the dragon powerhouses. Long Ting had once suppressed all worlds and used his fists to make a name for himself, and he was on par with Feng Xiang.
Before Long Xiao finished, an ordinary-looking man slowly walked out.
He was holding a weed in his mouth. His eyes were small, but they were very lively. Judging from his appearance, he was definitely the kind of person that would disappear in the crowd. However, no one dared to underestimate his strength.
Feng Xiang focused and looked at Long Ting. He asked, “You put in so much effort by using this evil dragon to lure me here. Even you made a move. Are you planning to keep me here?”
“The fact that you’re alive still makes me feel uneasy. The hidden danger must be eliminated,” Long Ting said calmly.
“It’s useless to talk so much. Let’s fight!” Feng Xiang was anxious, but he was still calm in his heart.
The 2 sabers in his hands spun faster. The third stop, the fourth stop…
His attacks became more majestic. Within several kilometers, the mountains were shattered, and the river was diverted.
That said, under the siege of the 2 people, Feng Xiang gradually showed signs of weakness.
Most importantly, despite knowing the Eighteen Stops, which was the Phoenixes’ secret skill, with his strength at the moment, he could only perform 10 stops at most. It would not be easy for him to kill an equal-ranked powerhouse. As such, Feng Xiang’s thoughts changed. He switched from attacking to defending. He put on airs and looked for flaws while waiting for reinforcements.
The other members of the Phoenixes were Venerable Ones, but they did not even have the qualifications to participate in the battle against those who had taken that step. They could only be anxious.
Feng Xiang put away his sabers and stopped using the Eighteen Stops.
After all, the move consumed spiritual power too quickly, and its brilliance could only be shown after 10 stops.
Of course, what was more important was that Feng Xiang had decided to fight a defensive battle. It would be foolish to waste his spiritual power again.
“Huff! Huff!” Long Ting’s fingers were pulled together. He grabbed toward the horizon and said in a low voice, “Mountain, move.”
Consequently, a peak in the horizon shook violently. Rocks rolled down, and plants died. It flew over from a distance, turning from a tiny black dot into a black sand grain. It grew larger, emitting waves of air-breaking sounds. It was heavy and steady.
A cold light flashed in Long Ting’s eyes. He exhaled lightly and uttered, “Mountain come!”
As soon as he said that, a mist rose from the peak. It became heavier and bigger as if it could crush Heaven and Earth. It pressed down on Feng Xiang. This was the Mountain-moving Art.
