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Chapter 185 The Soul Achieves Greatness!
"The God of War is dead!"

The gods fell, and blood rained down from the sky. It seemed that the entire world was grieving for them. The earth trembled for hundreds of thousands of miles around, and the Martial God Palace beneath their feet emitted cries of agony. Sorrow and fear swept over their hearts.

"Impossible! Father!" The little martial god struggled to escape from the palace, and was completely shocked by what he saw. He knelt on the ground, his expression one of disbelief.

That was the God of War, whose light shone upon the earth. He was an unparalleled hero who became a god over a hundred years ago, and there was no dispute about his self-proclaimed title of God of Martial Arts. One can imagine how glorious and powerful he was. Some gods believed that he might be able to challenge for the rank of God General.

But now he's dead, killed so easily.

He was killed by a mortal from another world!
The little martial god was filled with despair, and so was the entire Martial God Palace, exuding an aura of despair.

In this world, without gods, there is no need for any power to exist. The gods vie for supremacy, and these powers rise and fall very quickly. They can rise to power in the shortest time, but they can also disappear like a shooting star.

"Hiss... This is too exaggerated, that was a god! Thank goodness!" The leaders of the Asura Clan and others felt a pang of anxiety upon seeing the God of War fall, but then felt relieved.

Fortunately, they had not offended the Lord of Heaven, otherwise this would have been their fate.

Even the gods cannot escape it, let alone them.

For the little underworld, this is a complete dimensional reduction attack!

They only wanted to know Yang An's origins, where this being came from, and how he could be so heaven-defying. Their minds were shaken, and they couldn't help but imagine.

"Nothing is eternal, not even gods, but I am not. I am the gods, I am the ruler, I will be above all, eternal and immortal!"

The defeat and death of the God of War, the disappearance of a deity, did not shake Yang An's heart in the slightest. Killing someone means accepting the possibility of being killed in return. The moment the God of War made his move, his death was sealed.

"Hell Furnace!" Yang An grabbed out with his big hand, and a raging celestial fire appeared in the void, refining all the divine essence, fragments of the divine core, and strange substances that the Martial God had scattered.

Only someone at his level could see the strange gray and black particles in the void, emanating ominous fluctuations, indistinguishable from the God of War. Some of these strange particles even had the God of War's ferocious face appearing on them, as if his soul was imprisoned within them.

He was filled with fear, resentment, and despair, struggling desperately. He saw Yang An seemingly opening his mouth, wondering why this was happening.

Death is not the end, but the beginning of despair.

This is the truth about the gods from other realms. They become gods in a little over a hundred years, ascending to the heavens in one step, and standing high above. Not to mention the millions of years of lifespan reflected in the underworld, even compared to the mortal realm, it is considered fast.

But everything comes at a price, and this is the price they have to pay. Once they start cultivating strange arts and begin devouring the souls and flesh of others to cultivate, this is their inevitable fate.

People from other realms are immersed in strange particles. If they don't cultivate, it's fine, but once they start, they can no longer control themselves. Even a trace of these strange substances will take root deep in their souls and will take their interest in the future.

Like a demonic pact in hell!
But coincidentally, Yang An is specifically designed to subdue demons. Hell Furnace can even refine fallen gods. These are not gods from other realms, but gods who transcend shattering and mythology, gods who are supreme and perfect in the divine realm!

Compared to this, what are strange substances, and what is the plateau?

"Crash!!"

The first time he refined a deity and a strange substance, the celestial fire burned fiercely, and the surging life essence filled every part of Yang An's body, tempering his true qi in every aspect, as if he were soaking in a hot spring.

It was so comfortable that Yang An couldn't help but let out a soft groan.

"This is the origin of the otherworldly gods? No, there are also strange substances!"

This time, he had truly struck gold. Yang An felt an unprecedented sense of comfort. This trip to the alien realm was the right one. Through generations of transformation by these aliens, the divine essence and strange substances had become mixed together.

For others, it is a great terror; once absorbed, one's later years are filled with misfortune, and one will live in fear for eternity.

But for him, it was just right, within the optimal range for his body to absorb and refine it.

“There are quite a few alien deities.” Yang An’s eyes flashed with a strange light, and at the same time, the roar of an ancient giant elephant emanated from within his body, and thousands of giant elephant particles were revived.

Logically speaking, if he were only comparable to a strong Dao-Slaying King, the divine origin could not possibly bring him such a huge improvement. However, the presence of strange substances makes all the difference. He is the one who truly squeezes the oil out of these gods.

Strange magic?

Compared to Hellfire, it's not even worthy of carrying my shoes!

The strange substance was completely refined, and the soul belonging to the God of War on it was also liberated. The hideous face gradually dissipated and finally disappeared into the void.

This time he's completely gone.

"Shh!"

Yang An's figure flashed, and he appeared in the Martial God Palace with many powerful figures from the Lesser Underworld. The elders of the Martial God Palace, the Little Martial God, and others were stopped on the spot, their knees buckled, and they knelt down instantly, their bodies trembling.

"Please spare our lives, Your Excellency! We are willing to surrender!" They kowtowed repeatedly, filled with fear.

Even the Little Martial God showed utmost respect to Yang An, his father's killer.

The gods from another realm practice strange arts and are influenced by bizarre substances. They can be described as somewhat brutal, which has nothing to do with their own personality but is driven by instinct.

"These are all reflections..." The powerful figure from the underworld was dumbfounded. Looking around, there were saints and reflections almost everywhere, and there was even a hundred-man knight order in black armor, each of them a reflection expert.

There are also so-called demigods, of whom there are only a handful in the entire Martial God Palace, but their strength is quite formidable. They have begun to condense divine runes and possess divinity. The fiery blood of those demigods almost melts the saints who follow them.

Their eyes were filled with horror, and their hearts were pounding with fear.

"If this group of people were to descend upon the underworld..."

They dared not imagine that they could easily pierce through the starry sky, and that the top 100 stars and the top ten stars of the heavens would be pitifully weak in front of them.

But now, the people of the Martial God Palace are all kneeling before them.

The giants of the Sub-Immortal Clan and the Buddha of Sumeru naturally understood that this was not because of them, but because of Yang An. Their gazes turned towards him. "Bang!" Yang An flicked his finger, and instantly the crowd exploded into a cloud of blood mist. Dozens of figures died on the spot, along with demigods and saints—all harboring resentment and bitterness.

Nothing can be hidden from Yang An before the eyes of the Lord.

"You take these guys under your wing," he ordered calmly. The people from the underworld understood his meaning and stepped forward to take control of the situation.

Before his death, the God of War did not ask Yang An to forgive the God of War Palace, but Yang An admired the God of War's willingness to die, so he gave them a chance. Except for some who were still dreaming, Yang An did not kill many.

"As for them..."

Yang An looked over and let out a cold laugh, which immediately caused the surrounding void to tremble.

Some deities groaned as a divine war erupted. It was an existence from another world, and many deities were watching and eager to make a move. However, the fact that the God of War had died so easily left them somewhat incredulous, and they did not act rashly.

But that is an offense, an offense against the Lord's majesty.

"You're courting death!" A cold glint flashed in Yang An's eyes, but he did not get angry. Instead, he led everyone into the Martial God Palace and secured the passage opened by the Haotian Mirror.

Yao Yao and Chu Feng also arrived in this world, sensing their surroundings with somewhat solemn expressions.

"Hiss... the energy here." Chu Feng gasped, sensing a scorching heat. He was certain that ordinary cultivators from the Lesser Underworld would have a hard time enduring this intense heat, as it was filled with yang energy that was difficult for non-native beings to absorb and refine.

“This is not true yang energy.” Yao Yao’s grandfather sighed slightly beside him. “True yang energy, even a wisp of it, is like the sun, filled with unimaginable power. It’s not wrong to think of it as immortal energy, because in ancient records, the immortal realm was indeed the predecessor of the mortal realm.”

Yao Yao's grandfather is getting better and better, and seems to have remembered many things.

"A time flow rate of one to a hundred, and relatively abundant yang energy—this is truly a sacred place for cultivation." Yao Yao sighed slightly, then curiously tried to refine it. The invisible flames burned the energy particles permeating the air, producing a sizzling sound.

She wasn't practicing any strange arts, but rather another secret technique taught to her by Yang An.

"Don't bother practicing those exotic arts from other realms. If you're going to practice, practice this instead," Yang An cautioned. Exotic arts are just a bunch of tricks; Chu Feng had already suffered a major setback because of them in the original story.

He combined the transformations of true energy forged in hell, some references to the laws of this world, the Great Yin-Yang Technique of the Three Thousand Great Daos, and other strange arts to create a new secret technique, which he taught to Yao Yao and the others.

By reciting the name of the Lord of Heaven, one can gain His favor and ignite the celestial fire, which is enough to minimize the influence of supernatural arts and forge an impeccable body.

Because it contains some of the mysteries of the Great Yin-Yang Technique, it can even gradually cultivate the physical body, giving it a Yang-like quality.

This technique can be said to be groundbreaking; if it were to spread, it would shake the entire underworld and drive people utterly mad.

Yao Yao's grandfather and the others were well aware of the value of this technique. They only passed on incomplete parts to the others in the Little Underworld, which were then under their control. Anyone who had any evil intentions would suffer a terrible fate.

"I'm afraid even this won't stop some people from going crazy. This secret technique is easy to learn but difficult to master. Why not cultivate other arts, become a god in one day, and then find a way to get rid of the lifespan limit?" Yao Yao and the others discussed.

But Yang An didn't care at all, and waved his hand, "I'll leave these matters to you. If any foreign deities try to test me, just remember it."

His figure flashed, as if he had transcended the Three Realms and the Five Elements, and he appeared in the Martial God Palace's treasure vault in an instant.

The collection of alien deities was quite substantial; the Martial God Palace alone possessed seven or eight collected divine cores, which greatly impressed Yang Anxing.

“That’s true. They also experience fear when cultivating strange arts. The more they cultivate, the faster they die. As long as they don’t go completely mad, they will definitely recuperate after becoming gods. It’s normal for them to have extra divine cores!” He nodded slightly.

The God of War is quite powerful. He became a god more than a hundred years ago and attacked many divine forces, even killing elderly gods. Now, all of this has become a stepping stone for Yang An.

"It's time to break through, Legendary Second Transformation, Soul Transformation!"

With a thought, Yang An immediately sat down cross-legged and began refining. The void collapsed instantly, and a dark golden hell furnace appeared.

The flames roared fiercely, and his true energy swirled around him. Inside the furnace, one could see many palaces, gods, patterns of war and slaughter, and scenes of hell.

The Hell Furnace boiled completely, refining everything in its path.

In an instant, the seven or eight divine cores melted, leaving behind the purest life essence, which merged into Yang An's body.

With seven or eight divine cores, the power was terrifying. The life essence was as vast as a tsunami, almost bursting his body, and his bones cracked and popped.

"Okay, okay! That's it!"

Yang An roared, not alarmed but delighted, and swallowed all the life essence in one gulp. Instantly, thousands of giant elephant particles awakened, and the roars of the ancient giant elephants echoed, trampling the sky and the earth, like a scene from the primordial chaos.

The power of this breath directly ignited his mental energy. His body and soul combined and exploded completely, stirring up a terrifying mental storm. Everything around him was teetering on the brink of collapse.

This extremely powerful spiritual force burst forth, causing various cracks to appear in the surrounding void, cutting out marks on the void itself, leaving a dark, oppressive mass that took a long time to heal.

This is Yang An's spiritual power. His physical body has been refined to its peak, making him even stronger than Yang Qi, who has undergone a legendary transformation. Naturally, his spiritual power is also stronger.

Now that his cultivation has reached the second stage of the legendary realm, the level of soul transformation is even more terrifying beyond compare.

"Flesh and blood will eventually decay, but the soul will live on forever!" At this moment, Yang An felt that his soul was stronger than ever before, and a unique infant was born in the mental storm.

The baby was his own soul, flashing briefly in the depths of his pupils.

He melted down all the divine cores, turning them into energy, and thus achieved a breakthrough!

A powerful soul can see through all emptiness.

The soul transforms, achieving ultimate perfection!

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