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Chapter Imperial Divine Body
"Who dares to harm my husband?"
A white figure flew in, ethereal and otherworldly, breathtakingly beautiful. It was the newly appointed Wind King of the Wind Nation, the Wind Spirit. At this moment, the aura of the Wind Spirit had surprisingly reached the Legendary Realm, which was simply astonishing.
"You... you are actually the Imperial Divine Body," the Great Zhou Martial Emperor realized.
Only those in high positions within the royal family knew the true origins of royalty. The royal family consisted of humans who had bathed in Dragon Blood, thus they were always closely related to the Divine Dragon.
The Imperial Divine Body was the most mysterious divine physique among royals. Its bloodline was the purest, almost equivalent to that of a True Dragon. The Imperial Divine Body was rare even in Ancient Times, being the only physique in existence with the potential to cultivate into a Divine Dragon.
The Imperial Divine Body also possessed an extremely unique ability: it commanded all Imperial Auras in the world, regardless of which nation’s royal family they belonged to.
Among the many nations of humanity, Imperial Auras were divided into four parts. The Great Zhou, the Great Tang, and the Wind Nation were known as the Three Great Empires, each holding one part. Additionally, there were many other nations that contributed to a portion of Imperial Aura. However, with the depletion of the Great Tang's Imperial Aura, the overall amount of Imperial Aura in the world had significantly diminished.
The Wind Spirit donned Holy Armor and held a Sacred Artifact as she approached.
Lin Feng stood in the cauldron and looked at the Wind Spirit with a smile. "I didn't expect you to be this powerful; you deliberately deceived me and kept your true self hidden."
The Wind Spirit smiled sweetly. "Sister Miao is already an Ethereal Body; I naturally can't fall too far behind. In such a situation, Sister Miao should make an appearance."
"So you showed up to see Miaomiao and rescue me at the same time?" Lin Feng countered.
Hearing this, the Wind Spirit couldn't help but chuckle lightly, enhancing her beauty even further.
At this moment, the Guan Family had killed the Azure Cloud Sect Grand Elder and then disengaged from battle to come beside Lin Feng.
Seeing his elder slowly pierced by the Holy Sword, a surge of anger welled up within him. He looked at Lin Feng and the others, and said in a deep voice, "Everyone, how about we join forces to eliminate these people?"
"I agree," the Martial Emperor nodded. Now that he saw the Imperial Divine Body, he was determined not to let her live. The Imperial Divine Body could freely manipulate the Imperial Aura of the Great Zhou. If that were to happen, wouldn't the foundation built over thousands of years be handed over to someone else?
Such a good fortune could never be allowed to occur.
"I'm in as well." Dan Lai returned, also wanting to seize the Shoushan Bronze Cauldron.
"I have no objections. The Divine Ruins have always been our Ghost Sect's mortal enemy," Ghost Map sneered.
"If you want me to take action, I want the Divine Monkey," the Barbarian King spoke up.
"The Divine Monkey? I want it too," Li Jing said coldly.
"There are only two items; it's impossible to divide them equally," Helan Mountain stated.
Dan Lai snorted a few times and said, "Helan Mountain, what do you mean by that? Is there really no need for us to fight? In any case, we won't be able to split the Divine Monkey and Shoushan Copper."
"That's not quite right," Helan Mountain shook his head. "There truly isn't enough to go around. But regardless, it can't be allowed for this one person to monopolize everything."
"How about this? Everyone will exert their full strength to jointly eliminate these people. Meanwhile, whoever obtains the treasure during the battle will keep it. As for who gets what after that battle, we can discuss it later."
Upon hearing this, everyone fell silent and began to weigh the pros and cons.
Helan Mountain added, "Although this may not be the best solution, it is a solution with no alternatives. If we delay any longer and Dugu Po and Master Da arrive, we will have no chance of victory."
"I agree," said the Barbarian King.
"I agree as well," Dan Lai added.
"I concur," the Martial Emperor stated.
"Count me in," Li Jing chimed in.
"Include me too," Fire Vein said.
"Very well," Helan Mountain looked at the others and did not speak further. He turned to Ink Fairy and Ghost Map, asking, "What about you two? Will you participate?"
"I will participate; I have already expressed my stance earlier," Ghost Map replied.
"And you, Ink Fairy?" Helan Mountain inquired again.
Mo Pinglan smiled and said, "I am just a mere woman, so I can only observe from afar."
Ink Fairy smiled. The Yunlu Xian Sect was the only mysterious sect that had survived the apocalypse. The foundation of the Yunlu Xian Sect was likely unmatched even by the Divine Ruins. If Ink Fairy hoped to take advantage of this situation, it might not be as easy as she thought, Fire Vein sneered.
The Barbarian King nodded. "Indeed. Why don't we drive away those unwilling to act first?"
"Agreed," Li Jing said.
"Since everyone is unwilling to let this weak woman observe, I shall take my leave."
With that, Mo Pinglan rode away on a white crane with Mo Xue. Of course, she could not truly leave. For the Sovereigns present, some distance would suffice. At least she could not approach instantly and snatch the treasures from Lin Feng's hands.
The Helan Mountain loomed in the distance. Li Jing, the Martial Emperor, along with the Fire Vein, the Barbarian King, Dan Lai, and the Ghost Map, gathered around Lin Feng and his companions, all of them figures of the Seven Masters level.
A blinding golden light radiated from Lin Feng as he glared angrily at the approaching figures. The Guan Family and Wind Spirit remained calm amidst the tension. Lin Feng sat within the Blood Devouring Cauldron, left with no choice but to stare in frustration.
The members of Helan Mountain first ensured the safety of their offspring or direct disciples before the battle commenced.
The expression on the Guan Family's face had never been so grave. She said, "Let’s stand back to back and not attack; we will only defend and wait for reinforcements."
"Is it Sister Miao?" Wind Spirit asked hopefully.
"Forget it. Miaomiao is just an Ethereal Body; she can't directly inherit the Imperial Aura like you can, which allows for rapid cultivation. We have to progress step by step, and it’s a slow process," Lin Feng replied with a bitter smile.
"Oh, then what is Sister Miao's current cultivation level?" Wind Spirit inquired.
Lin Feng pondered for a moment before answering, "Master Realm, I suppose. She’s just too lazy and never takes her training seriously. Otherwise, she could have reached the Legendary Realm by now."
In the distance, He Rongsheng, Fire Ling'er, Wutashan, and other young leaders of the human race could only listen in silence to Lin Feng and Wind Spirit's conversation.
Cultivating to Master Realm was considered too slow? Too lazy?
Fire Ling'er and others had only just entered the Initial Stage of Enlightenment; reaching Master Realm would likely take them a century unless they encountered extraordinary opportunities.
Among them, He Rongsheng possessed the strongest cultivation level—he had already reached mid-Enlightenment at such a young age, clearly a prodigy.
However, in this era where divine bodies roamed freely, he shone like a star but was overshadowed by the sun. Even without Lin Miaomiao or Wind Spirit around, He Rongsheng could not compare to Lin Feng, who had reached Late Stage of Comprehension in Master Realm.
Only Lin Feng, Lin Miaomiao, and Wind Spirit, such rebellious figures, could vanish. As night fell, He Rongsheng and the other stars could finally shine their brilliance.
Thus, He Rongsheng wished for their deaths—all of them. Except for Lin Miaomiao.
The battle had begun.
The Seven Masters, wielding Sacred Artifacts, launched a joint attack against the Guan Family and the three from Wind Spirit. These three had just stepped into the Legendary Realm, their cultivation still not solidified. They were no match for the Seven Masters.
The three exerted their utmost in cultivation defense.
The Black Jade Dream Skirt exhaled a black mist that enveloped everyone within a hundred miles. The Guan Family held the Divine Travel Sword before them to block the Sovereign's Holy Might.
Stormwind Sacred Armor stirred up an endless hurricane of Vital Energy, dispersing the incoming power of the Sacred Artifacts. Wind Spirit held the Golden Holy Sword across his chest, resisting the Sovereign's Holy Might.
His body was like Holy Armor, standing firm like a mountain. He swung his fists, capable of shattering the heavens, to disperse waves of Holy Might that rushed toward him.
"Receive my strike."
Helan Mountain raised the Sacred Artifact Azure Cloud Cauldron and brought it crashing down upon the heads of the three. The might of the Azure Cloud Cauldron surpassed that of a hundred mountains, striking down upon their defensive circle.
A thunderous roar echoed...
An indescribable sound struck as the mountain where they stood began to collapse.
"Take this punch."
Li Jing concentrated all his cultivation into the War God Armor and unleashed his strongest punch. This fist was not as large as that formed by the Azure Cloud Cauldron, but its Holy Might was formidable.
Numerous Holy Armors were said to be the supreme force of the War God Armor.
Bang...
A fist struck within the defensive circle of the three, causing the peak they stood on to sink once more, nearly level with the ground.
"Let's see how long you can hold out."
Whoosh...
Flames surged like a tide, engulfing everything. Amidst the fiery chaos, a furnace floated. Laojun Pavilion's Sovereign, Dan Lai, made his move. Endless fire poured forth from the Laojun Furnace.
"Since there's fire, why not add more?"
Whoosh...
The Raging Fire Cult's Sovereign unleashed their sect's treasured artifact, the Purple Gold Gourd, which spewed forth True Fire, terrifying in its might.
The various strange fires were numerous; Blazing Fire and True Fire were among the three most domineering types in existence. They could nurture fire spirits to become saints, but it required ten thousand years of effort.
Lin Feng watched as the two types of strange fire approached and couldn't help but think: The Fire Spirit of Departure resides within me. If it absorbs both this fire and True Fire, wouldn't it become even more formidable? Could it become a true Fire Saint?
"It seems I must make my move as well."
The Great Zhou Martial Emperor was also clad in Golden Armor, a common type among Holy Armors. He wielded the Golden Holy Sword as he struck. The Martial Emperor's entire cultivation, Golden Armor, and Golden Holy Sword merged into one, transforming into a golden dragon as he attacked.
"I truly want to see just how powerful the body of a divine beast really is."
The Barbarian King struck, transforming into a figure as tall as a Mountain, charging towards the back. Barbarians focused on physical training, their bodies surpassing those of the demon race. Unlike the demons, who also emphasized physical training but prioritized the cultivation of forbidden techniques through the Demonic Path for rapid advancement in Cultivation, the Barbarians were a people solely dedicated to honing their physical forms.
As time progressed, the strength of their bodies became increasingly evident. When cultivated to perfection, they could rival spirit beasts in physical prowess.
"I never expected the Guan Family to be of my kin. To devour our own kind's Walker is the most painful; it can all be transformed into Cultivation without waste."
A sinister smile spread across Ghost Map's face as he targeted the Guan Family. A mass of black mist surrounded him, and chilling cries echoed around them, as if countless vengeful spirits awakened, piling up like a Mountain and advancing towards Lin Feng's defensive circle.
The formidable Divine Ability of the Seven Masters surged forth. The Guan Family and Wind Spirit faced unprecedented pressure.
The black mist emitted by the Black Jade Dream Skirt was slowly consumed. The Vital Energy hurricane radiating from the Stormwind Sacred Armor gradually dissipated. Cracks began to appear on the Holy Armor worn by both women. (To be continued...)
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