Two Realms High Martial Arts: Gathering the Heavens to Become a Great Luo Immortal

Chapter 458 The Yang Spirit Enters the Dharma Body, Severing the Cause and Effect of the World

A dark, flowing light tore through the sea of blood, opening up a void passage. The figure in black robes stood with his hands behind his back at the end of the passage, his calm gaze sweeping over the phantoms of the emperor-level beings present, finally settling on the colossal creature deep within the sea of blood.

Li Xijun's appearance is itself a silent declaration, an ultimate deterrent.

However, as his gaze swept over all those present, he did not immediately make a move. Instead, the aura of dominating all laws and transcending the mundane slowly spread out from his body like ripples—

"Buzz!!!"

A clearer, more powerful, and more undeniably terrifying aura, like a sleeping star suddenly awakening, erupted from his body!

That wasn't a deliberately released pressure, but rather the radiance of "existence" that naturally emanates after one's level of life and realm of the Great Dao have reached a new height!

The power of the Dharma body is as vast as the sea of stars and as solid as a divine mountain!

Within this oppressive aura, that terrifying pressure clearly revealed a fact that froze the souls of all the emperor-level beings present—

Mid-stage Martial Saint!

"Wh-what?!"

The golden phantom of the God-King Otto fluctuated violently, and for the first time, a near-out-of-control distortion and horror appeared on his face, which was formed from radiance.

His golden eyes were fixed on Li Xijun, the shock within them almost bursting forth as a tangible beam of light.

"Mid-stage Martial Saint—that's impossible!"

The elegant azure phantom of Poseidon seemed to be struck by an invisible force, trembling violently and emitting an incredibly sharp wave of divine consciousness.

The phantom of the trident in his hand even showed signs of briefly disintegrating.

"Seven years! Just seven years! From the initial stage of Martial Saint to the mid-stage of Martial Saint? This—what kind of monster is this?!"

The phantom of the Spirit Crystal Clan's Solaken, composed of countless dazzling facets, suddenly stopped flashing regularly. All the facets froze instantly, and the light stagnated, as if its core logic had encountered an unmanageable paradox and entered a brief "shutdown" state.

The cold, psionic energy fluctuations chaotically transmitted fragmented information: "—Data anomaly—Logical conflict—Growth model failure—Threat level reassessment—Error—Error—"

The projections of the three lords of the Crimson Abyss reacted even more violently!

The bloated, mountain-like phantom of the Gluttonous King Groom writhed wildly, emitting roars laced with fear and greed: "Mid-stage! Mid-stage! His flavor—has become even stronger, but also more dangerous. Eat—can't eat—he'll be digested!"

The shadow tentacles of Sithon, the Lord of Deceit and Pain, convulsed violently, emitting a piercing howl: "Seven years! This is utterly illogical! Even the demon lords in the deepest abyss who rapidly advance by devouring their own kind could not achieve such speed at the Martial Saint realm!"

"His promotion wasn't normal. He must have stolen the legacy of some ancient being, or—he's not even a native of this universe!"

The skeletal silhouette of the Destruction War Demon Baal, its eye sockets flaring with destructive flames, even the sulfurous flames spewing from the gaps in its armor carrying a hint of panic: "Mid-stage Martial Saint—my fighting spirit—is trembling? But—this speed—is too bizarre!"

All the shock, horror, and disbelief ultimately transformed into a chilling, bone-chilling fear, like a poisonous vine, coiling around the hearts of every emperor-level being.

They have lived for countless years, witnessed the rise of countless geniuses, and seen the rise and fall of civilizations, but they have never seen, or even imagined, that anyone could complete a leap of a small realm in the realm of Martial Saint in "seven years"!

What is a Martial Saint?

That is the beginning of a preliminary grasp and deep understanding of the fundamental or derived laws of the universe!

Every step forward requires a deeper understanding of the laws, a greater accumulation of energy, and a more complete construction of one's own path!

This often requires a painstaking process that takes hundreds or even thousands of years!

Looking across this known star field, apart from the mysterious "King of Cyclops," who is suspected or recognized as a late-stage Martial Saint, the cultivation levels of the other emperor-level powerhouses in various mythological worlds, including the vast majority of the Seven Saints of the Human Race, are mostly at the early or middle stage of Martial Saint!

Those like Wind Saint and Flame Saint, who are firmly in the mid-stage, are already the top combat forces in this star field, the pillars that enable a civilization or race to stand firm.

And what about Li Xijun?

Eight years ago, he was just a "mortal" at the Great Vajra Realm, who narrowly escaped death after being struck by the Blood Kun.

Now, he has not only stepped into the Martial Saint realm, but has also leaped to the mid-stage of the Martial Saint realm, and in terms of realm, he is already on par with veteran mid-stage powerhouses such as Wind Saint, Flame Saint, God King Otto, and Sea Emperor Bonis!

What does this mean?

This means that, in terms of cultivation level and depth of control over the laws, Li Xijun has already joined the ranks of the strongest group of beings in this star field!

What's even more terrifying is his despair-inducing speed of promotion!

Seven years, from the beginning to the middle.

So what about in seven years? Or more than ten years?

Will he directly attempt to reach the legendary late-stage Martial Saint realm? Or even higher?

The mere thought of this possibility sent a chill down the spine, even to the most resolute and arrogant.

"A monster—this is a monster that shouldn't exist!"

"This must be done before he truly grows to be unmatched —"

"Kill him! Kill him at all costs!"

Similar thoughts were growing wildly in the minds of all the emperor-level beings except for Xue Kun.

Li Xijun's growth rate has seriously threatened their own survival space and even the survival space of the entire race!

This is no longer a simple matter of hatred or conflict of interest, but a fundamental threat to future star system hegemony and even survival!

As the target directly locked onto by Li Xijun's killing intent, Xue Kun reacted the most intensely, and was also the most terrified.

"Martial Saint—Mid-stage?!"

The immense will of the Blood Kun stirred up towering waves in the sea of blood that were more violent than ever before. But this time, the waves no longer contained pure rage and arrogance; instead, they were mixed with an overwhelming sense of horror.

A sense of bewilderment, and an almost instinctive tremor!

His enormous eyes, like a blood-red lake, were fixed on Li Xijun, the figure in black robes reflected deep within his pupils, as if trying to see through him and uncover the secrets hidden behind this phenomenon that defied all common sense.

"How is this possible—how is this possible—"

His divine sense trembled, emanating chaotic fluctuations, "Seven years—only seven years! That little insect that struggled like an ant under the blow of my laws, barely surviving—"

Seven years later, he actually surpassed me in terms of skill level?!

Blood Kun's own cultivation level, relying on the accumulation of countless living beings and long years of devouring, has barely stabilized at the peak of the early stage of Martial Saint, touching the threshold of the middle stage, but has never truly stepped into it.

This is also why, despite his previous arrogance, he was still wary of the Wind Saint and Flame Saint joining forces—their opponents were genuine mid-stage powerhouses.

But now, Li Xijun, who was once regarded as an ant, has actually surpassed Him at an unbelievable speed and reached a level that even He had never set foot in!

This is not just about the gap in strength being narrowed or even reversed, but also a devastating blow to cognition and confidence!

"No—this is not right—his power—his path—" Blood Kun frantically sensed the aura emanating from Li Xijun, trying to find a flaw, to find evidence that the other party was bluffing.

But that immense, star-like pressure was so real and undeniable, and its subtle conflict with the origin of the Blood Sea World was so clear!

When the Wind Saint and the Flame Saint joined forces to attack, although he felt pressure, he was confident that he could remain invincible and even wear them down, thanks to the Blood Sea home field and the World Origin. He had no real fear in his heart.

But at this moment, facing Li Xijun, facing this "monster" whose realm had already surpassed his own, Xue Kun's unwavering belief in "invincible on home turf" cracked for the first time!

A fear called "possible death" pierced into the core of His soul, which was composed of an endless sea of blood and a greedy will, like the most insidious ice spike!

"escape?"

The thought had barely formed when it was overwhelmed by even stronger rage and humiliation.

He is the Blood Kun!

He is an emperor who devours all living beings and dominates a world!

How could one be cowardly and flee in disarray before even engaging in battle with a "junior"?

Moreover, this is His home ground, the core of the Blood Sea that has been cultivated for countless years!

But that fear, originating from the level of life itself, lingered like a maggot clinging to a bone, impossible to shake off.

"No!"

The Blood Kun let out a deafening roar, and the sea of blood boiled. Countless huge blood-red tentacles and ferocious blood beast phantoms rushed out from under the sea surface, letting out bloodthirsty howls, trying to dispel the panic in their hearts with their overwhelming momentum.

"Li Xijun! So what if you really reach the mid-stage?"

His divine will was filled with a frenzied killing intent: "This is my world, my sea of blood. I share the same origin as the sea of blood, and my power is boundless!"

"You've entered alone, walking right into my trap. Today, I'll make you, this mid-stage cultivator, my first blood sacrifice feast before I advance to the mid-stage!"

Before the words were finished, the enormous body of the Blood Kun suddenly rose from the depths of the Blood Sea, like a mountain range emerging from the water, blotting out the sky and the sun.

A terrifying suction force erupted from its gigantic maw, which seemed capable of devouring stars, and the energy of the entire Blood Sea world began to converge towards it frantically.

However, faced with Xue Kun's hysterical outburst and death-defying declaration, Li Xijun simply watched calmly, her eyes indifferent, as if watching a boring farce.

He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread.

On the palm of his hand, there was no earth-shattering energy gathering, but a gentle, restrained, pale golden halo, as if containing the purest radiance of the universe at its birth, quietly emerged.

That was the manifestation of the power of the Yang God, pure and transcendent.

He made a grasping motion with his left hand, and the Night Emperor Sword Embryo, with its ancient design, dark body, and seemingly capable of swallowing all light, appeared silently in his palm.

The moment the sword embryo appeared, the space around them, which was already stagnant due to Li Xijun's aura, seemed to be plunged into an even deeper darkness, and even the rolling blood waves seemed to dim a bit.

At the same time, the void behind him rippled slightly, revealing the phantom of the Fengdu Emperor, who wore a crown and a black imperial robe, his face hidden in the deepest part of the netherworld!

The phantom was not large, but it carried an absolute majesty that held sway over life and death and ruled over all beings in the six realms.

In the phantom's hand, a gray-white wheel of reincarnation, seemingly woven from countless threads of cause and effect and the trajectory of reincarnation, was clearly visible, slowly rotating.

At this moment, the divine soul of the Yang God Realm intertwined and merged with the Dharma body of the Fengdu Emperor, and 480 million thoughts operated simultaneously, instantly taking full control of the countless causes and effects of this entire Blood Sea World.

"Cause and effect—it was predetermined long ago."

Li Xijun murmured to himself, his voice not loud, but carrying a mysterious rhythm that seemed to pierce through the past and future.

The next moment, he gripped the Night Emperor Sword Embryo and, seemingly casually but in fact containing supreme mystery, slashed diagonally at the Blood Kun below, which was frantically gathering the energy of the sea of blood, its aura rising steadily, as if it were about to transform into a world-destroying blood demon.

This sword strike lacked the terrifying sword energy to tear apart galaxies and the dazzling light to cleave through the void.

Only a faint, grayish, hair-thin, strange sword light, seemingly existing between existence and non-existence, flowed from the tip of the sword.

The moment the sword light appeared, it ignored the spatial distance, the thick blood energy barrier surrounding the Blood Kun, and the vast torrent of energy representing the source of the Blood Sea world that was surging wildly toward the Blood Kun.

It seemed to follow an invisible path that existed in the darkness, yet no one could see or touch it, and with unparalleled precision, it struck the most fundamental and core "connection" between the Blood Kun's enormous body and the endless sea of blood below!

That is not a connection of matter or energy, but a deeper thread of cause and effect!

It is the bond of fate and rules that the Blood Kun has established with this Blood Sea world through its special life form and long years of devouring and merging, which is almost symbiotic. It is the greatest reliance of its "invincible home field" and "limitless power"!

"laugh-

A sound so faint it was almost imperceptible, yet seemingly echoing deep within the souls of all who perceived it, a cracking sound quietly arose.

Immediately afterward, under the horrified gazes of all the emperor-level beings, the invisible fundamental causal thread that bound the Blood Kun and the Blood Sea World was cleanly and decisively severed by that hazy sword light, as if a hot knife had sliced through the finest spider silk!

"boom-!!!"

An indescribable upheaval occurred the instant cause and effect were severed!

The Blood Kun was growing wildly, almost breaking through the terrifying aura of the early stage of Martial Saint, but it suddenly plummeted like a punctured balloon!

His massive body, rising like a mountain, suddenly stiffened. The terrifying suction force forming in his giant maw, capable of devouring stars, instantly dissipated, and the boiling, destructive blood light around him quickly dimmed.

Even more terrifying, He could clearly feel that the immense power and continuous replenishment of life force from the entire Blood Sea World, which had been like an extension of His own limbs and flowed naturally like His breath, had been severed at this moment!

It's like a fish being suddenly thrown out of the water, or a tree having its roots severed in an instant!

An unprecedented sense of weakness and detachment, like a cold tide, instantly overwhelmed the core of Xue Kun's will.

He is no longer the "Lord of the Blood Sea" who is one with the Blood Sea and almost immortal, but more like an isolated and helpless individual who has been forcibly separated from the mother body!