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With an endless determination, he struck his chest with a powerful fist, the force so great that it left an imprint on his back.
A heart shattered.
The complete destruction of his heart caused the blood supply of the Divine Body to be interrupted instantly, halting the nearly completed Demonization. Demonization primarily worked on the transformation of flesh and blood within the body. The decline of vital energy led to the failure of this transformation. At this moment, the Celestial Chain swiftly replaced the body's meridian system, while the Divine Lock simultaneously relaxed its suppression on the Celestial Soul. With a combined effort, they forcefully expelled the Demonic Energy from his body.
"I want thunder."
In the void, Thunder Sea surged.
"I want lightning."
The Thunder Dragon soared through the skies.
"Damn it, I knew you wouldn't give up! I guessed right. If you had killed me, I would still be called Zuo Dao. Come on, I'm at least a newcomer with potential."
At this moment, Zuo Dao laughed maniacally, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.
"Divine Wrath, what the hell? Do you really want to kill me?"
Zuo Dao was furious; the consequences were severe. If he hadn't been cautious, he might have truly perished this time. His vibrant youth could not be lost like this; it was not what Zuo Dao wanted.
The ultimate challenge of Divine Wrath finally appeared—Demon Wound.
Great Heart Demon was not Inner Demons; Divine Wrath was born for demons and monsters, yet it had now descended upon Zuo Dao. Who was Zuo Dao? He was a true human, a practitioner of Celestial Cultivation. This calamity was fundamentally erroneous; it was something that the Rules of the Path could not change. Right is right, wrong is wrong; if the Rules of the Path wished to correct its mistakes, it could only do so from other aspects.
Demon Wound was designed to unleash great power against demons, but Zuo Dao was not part of the Demon Clan. The Rules of the Path could only find ways to force Zuo Dao into Demonization in order to fully assume its responsibility.
Zuo Dao took advantage of this moment. At first, he had no idea what calamity awaited him, but the instant he underwent Demonization, he felt the familiar presence of Thunder Sea and Thunder Dragon. In that moment, everything became clear to him; if his Demonization succeeded, the Thunder Sea Electric Dragon would show him no mercy. Lightning was the nemesis of demons, and at that point, he would be like a beautiful maiden stripped bare and thrown among a group of ruthless bandits—an outcome that was all too obvious.
Looking at his restored body, Zuo Dao let out an evil smile.
"Since you want to play, I'll make sure to end you."
He charged into the Thunder Sea, engaging in a fierce battle with the Thunder Dragon. This time, he had lost his knife and sword, relying solely on his bare fists to fight against the Thunder Dragon. His movements appeared juvenile, lacking any grace in each strike and stance, yet Zuo Dao expressed his understanding through his actions.
With one punch, he unleashed a torrent of worldly chaos; with another, he struck with unwavering resolve.
Ah, the World of Mortals, nothing more than this.
He did not know who had whispered in his ear during the Transcend Tribulation: "World of Mortals." However, those words etched themselves deeply into his mind, making him feel the presence of a profound truth.
After practicing the Great Dream Hammer Technique, this feeling intensified. The significance contained within those words was too profound and powerful. It wasn't until this calamity struck that he gained a new understanding. At that time, with blades in hand, he failed to comprehend; now, without any weapons, clarity emerged.
Great Dream Awakens, I know myself in this life. The worldly chaos rushes by, weighing heavily on my heart.
Martial Art – World of Mortals.
First Move: Human-Faced Peach Blossom;
Second Move: The Uncertainty of Life;
Third Move: In the Blink of an Eye.
At this moment, the Thunder Sea Electric Dragon posed no threat to Zuo Dao. The calamity it once sought to escape was now firmly held back by him. The Demonic Aura had not completely faded; some had been captured by Zuo Dao and confined within the Wangfeng Platform. Whenever it attempted to retreat, he absorbed some of it into his body.
He practiced his punches in the Thunder Sea, testing his skills against the Thunder Dragon. The Thunder Sea churned, and the Thunder Dragon roared, yet it could do nothing to him.
At that moment, Jiang Chuan and his group watched the commotion at the peak with tense expressions, issuing commands one after another. The emergence of the Celestial Artifact could not be hidden for long, but they hoped to delay it as much as possible. Based on his understanding of the Drunken Old Man, he knew that he would never act without certainty.
However, this time he was mistaken. Zuo Dao's sudden descent into madness left the Drunken Old Man with no time to prepare a backup plan. Summoning the celestial sword was a last resort; if the powerful Demonic Energy were to leak out, not only would Zuo Dao be killed by those from the Orthodox Path if he emerged alive from Zuo Wang Peak, but it would also spell disaster for them all. Only the Celestial Artifact could firmly suppress the Demonic Energy and seal it within the Cave.
At this moment, Zuo Dao was not transcending tribulation; he was celebrating a festival. The formidable Thunder Dragon was used for practice—something no one would dare to imagine. With every punch thrown, there was no wind; every strike was intentional, transforming the mundane world in his hands into a series of scenes and frames.
If someone were to witness this, they would find themselves in a completely different world. Amidst towering skyscrapers and torrents of steel, a young couple played with a child. Upon closer inspection, one would notice that the child bore a striking resemblance to Zuo Dao.
Zuo Dao expressed his feelings through his fists, reminiscing about his parents from his past life. Unintentionally, history began to repeat itself. As he gazed at familiar scenes and faces, tears streamed down his cheeks—how he longed for those days!
Born into this world, raised in it, enlightened by it, yet transcending it; still, he could never let go of that thread of attachment. This is my World of Mortals!
With a powerful punch, countless peach blossoms erupted into bloom, each petal bearing the likeness of his father and mother. This was uniquely his Human World Fist Technique—a manifestation of his deepest memories—the Human-Faced Peach Blossom.
Having survived the tribulation, Zuo Dao stood alone in the Cave. The Demonic Aura had vanished; as the celestial sword retracted, six streams of light shot forth in an instant. Looking into the concerned eyes of those around him, he took a deep breath.
"I have returned!" he declared.
The crowd fell silent, simply staring at him.
Zuo Dao looked up; even during his Transcend Tribulation phase, he had noticed Jiang Chuan and others. Fixing his gaze on one figure among them, Zuo Dao moved his lips but did not speak.
The sealing formation within the peak had completely dissipated; Jiang Chuan and his companions immediately descended.
Looking at Zuo Dao, Jiang Chuan felt nothing significant; regarding this disciple of the Immortal Sect, he truly had no words. However, that did not mean others felt the same way.
Cui Yongshang casually interjected, "I don't know what you all are doing, making the Sect Leader come all the way here, yet Zuo Wang Peak has nothing to say? If I didn't know better, I'd think you were the Sect Leader of the Immortal Sect."
His envy for the Celestial Artifact and his hatred for Zuo Wang Peak were evident; if he said nothing at all, even the people from Zuo Wang Peak would find it strange.
Yan Hong was displeased. "You weren't invited; you could have just stayed away!"
"If the Sect Leader hasn't said anything, why does someone else feel the need to speak up?" Cui Yongshang shot back.
When it came to banter, Yan Hong was definitely not someone to mess with, and everyone from Zuo Wang Peak understood this well.
Jiang Chuan waved his hand. "If there's nothing else, let's disperse." With that, he turned and left.
Although others had things they wanted to say, once the Sect Leader had spoken, they gradually began to leave as well.
Cui Yongshang cast a meaningful glance at the Drunken Old Man before also taking his leave.
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