At this moment, Tian Fan stood up from the ground, feeling as if he had been reborn. His entire body was filled with a strange power, and his comprehension of the Dao had advanced yet again. The path to the peak of Cloud Heaven now seemed even smoother.
“Little Tian Tian, you… why do I feel like you’ve become a different person?”
Zi Ying hopped over from a distance, circling Tian Fan and examining him with a curious gaze, her beautiful eyes blinking lightly.
Xiao Hua, imitating her, nodded its furry little tiger head in agreement.
“Heh, have I become even more handsome?” Tian Fan shamelessly remarked.
“Ugh, shameless!” Zi Ying’s face flushed slightly as she scolded him.
The battle in the sky continued.
The black-robed elder had now undergone a drastic transformation—his entire body had turned into a golden curve, coiling around a massive golden deity. Waves of golden killing intent filled the heavens, and the divine weapon, the Vast Heaven Halberd, now resembled a peerless slaughtering blade. Its tip pointed directly at Shangguan Yuntian, shattering the void before it.
Streaks of golden divine light erupted from the halberd, enveloping Shangguan Yuntian. These were no ordinary divine rays—each one was powerful enough to annihilate a peak Hunyuan-stage cultivator. Only those who had stepped into the Immortal Ascension Secret Realm could wield such power. Compared to Hunyuan-stage experts, they were like gods.
Shangguan Yuntian remained calm. The seventeenth sword form moved with his will. Qian represented Heaven, Kun represented Earth, Kan represented Water, Li represented Fire, Zhen represented Thunder, Gen represented Mountain, Xun represented Wind, and Dui represented Marsh. The eight trigrams rotated, unleashing a mysterious power that permeated the battlefield. Despite the black-robed elder’s overwhelming attacks, they still could not overcome him.
Meanwhile, the former sect master of the Yin-Yang Sect had also gone all out. His body was now filled with a crimson radiance, as if he had merged with the Yin-Yang Sword. He transformed into a Yin-Yang Seal and shot forward, leaving trails of eerie black and white demonic flowers in his wake. Two spectral shadows, one black and one white, floated beside the diagram.
“Yin without Yang, Yang without Yin—your cultivation is inferior!”
Shangguan Yuntian spoke coldly, though his expression remained solemn. If he were at his peak, such an attack would not have fazed him. But now, he was merely an incarnation, unable to unleash his full strength—at most, he could wield 30% of his power.
“Hmph!”
A cold snort echoed from the black-and-white Yin-Yang Seal. The two spectral shadows suddenly merged into it at blinding speed—the white shadow entered the black crescent, and the black shadow entered the white crescent. They transformed into two opposing dots, perfectly embedded into the diagram.
Boom—!
An overwhelming aura erupted. The Taiji Yin-Yang Seal manifested, exuding the aura of the Great Dao. The heavens responded, raining down a shower of seven-colored divine light—a true embodiment of the Dao. Yin and Yang energy permeated the world, as if the universe itself was being reborn. Even the black-robed elder and the Ghost Immortal were stunned, staring at the two dots with deep contemplation.
“Not bad.”
Shangguan Yuntian’s expression turned grave. Slowly, he formed hand seals—so slowly it was almost tortoise-like—yet the heavens and earth trembled in response. The eight trigrams rotated, shifting between Qian and Kun, as countless phenomena manifested: demonic mountains, the Yellow Springs, violet lightning, and thunderous roars. The eight omens appeared simultaneously, enveloping the battlefield. The shattered earth mended itself, and annihilated spiritual energy reformed.
This was the power of the eight trigrams—the power of Heaven and Earth itself!
Boom—!
Yin-Yang clashed against the eight trigrams like a needle against a blade. The void shattered repeatedly, only to heal again. The two forces alternated endlessly until, finally, both combatants roared—a deafening explosion erupted, devoid of destructive energy, yet it sent chills down everyone’s spines. That patch of void didn’t just shatter—it vanished, as if reverting to primordial chaos.
“Incredible… they actually forced the heavens and earth back into chaos!”
“Is this still human power?!”
Every spectator was horrified. Their understanding of Immortal Ascension experts deepened—they were far more terrifying than imagined, almost transcending the limits of humanity.
Bang—!
Both combatants were sent flying, blood spilling from their lips. The former Yin-Yang sect master wiped the blood from his mouth, his heart surging with shock. He never imagined that even the forbidden technique of the Yin-Yang Art would fail against Shangguan Yuntian—and this was just an incarnation!
“Hmph…”
Shangguan Yuntian snorted. The eight trigram divine swords around him had dimmed considerably. With a light stomp, the eight swords merged into a single divine light, rushing forward. The region on the verge of chaos gradually stabilized, reverting to its original state.
“Terrifying… he actually halted the regression into chaos and restored the heavens and earth!”
Someone gasped in awe. Shangguan Yuntian’s methods were truly heaven-defying—he had forcibly reversed the collapse into chaos. Even the three opposing experts paled at the sight.
“Hey… is your old man really still in the Immortal Ascension realm? I feel like he’s already surpassed it!”
Tian Fan asked Zi Ying. He couldn’t help but wonder—just now, he had sensed a familiar aura from Shangguan Yuntian, reminiscent of the Divine Dragon he once encountered.
“Mmm, I don’t know. Don’t ask me.” The young lady snorted.
Boom—!
The battle in the sky resumed with unrelenting ferocity. For the first time, the Ghost Immortal unleashed a mysterious spell. He formed hand seals, palms facing downward, as a strange spatial rune materialized.
Roar—!
An earth-shaking bellow erupted as a monstrous black-furred beast emerged from a cloud of white smoke—a colossal demonic ape, its body radiating a bloody, murderous aura.
The moment this fiend appeared, the spectators recoiled in terror. This was a frenzied and horrifying demon. It surged forward, dragging a tide of black demonic clouds toward Shangguan Yuntian, its momentum unstoppable. The surrounding void shattered endlessly, and even the chaotic winds were devoured as if they were mere snacks. The sheer destructive force was apocalyptic. Worse yet, after consuming the winds, countless black wind blades erupted from its body, causing the void to tremble violently before exploding apart.
“This… this seems like the long-lost Summoning Art—the legendary Sorcery!”
“Exactly! I’ve read about it in ancient texts!”
Many spectators gasped in shock. Tian Fan’s eyes also gleamed with divine light—he had seen records of this before. In an ancient, glorious era of the mortal world, there existed a divine art known as Sorcery, named for its demonic power to harness the forces of heaven and earth. Its might was truly unfathomable.
“Summoning Art!”
Even Shangguan Yuntian exclaimed in surprise. This proved just how profound this art was. Yet, as the undefeated myth of the Divine Martial Continent, he showed no fear. His expression returned to calm, his eyes sharp and focused. For the first time, both of his hands moved simultaneously…