I meet all the requirements for becoming a god in this world!

Chapter 239 Breakthrough in the Face of Battle

These words were spoken.

The gray-robed man had not yet reacted.

Yu Qingzheng and Zhang Linzheng's expressions suddenly changed, and they subconsciously looked up at Xie Yuheng, who was confronting Yang Shi'en in the distance.

Both of them knew to some extent that Cheng Laiyun possessed the aura of a dragon.

Especially Yu Qingzheng, who personally sealed the dragon energy on Cheng Laiyun's body.

Zhang Linzheng, on the other hand, was able to guess some of it, so he was prepared.

However, both of them were "one of their own" with Cheng Laiyun, and were fully capable of keeping Cheng Laiyun's secrets.

But Xie Yuheng is different!

Upon hearing Cheng Laiyun's words, Xie Yuheng's gaze became extremely profound, and he frowned as he looked at Cheng Laiyun.

There was even a hint of surprise and uncertainty in his eyes.

Could it be that I've misjudged you?

This young man from the Cheng family...has he harbored rebellious intentions all along?

"Hahahaha!!"

Yang Shi'en burst into laughter: "Cheng Laiyun, is it?!"

"You're more like a traitor than I am!!"

"Grand Tutor Xie, I'll explain later!" Cheng Laiyun said with a wry smile, seeing the extremely complex look in Xie Yuheng's eyes.

"Take care of the immediate problem first."

Then he said to the man in gray robes, "Help Grand Tutor Xie to kill Yang Shi'en!!"

The man in the gray robe did not hesitate at all.

He lifted his right knee off the blue brick.

The moment he stood up, his entire demeanor underwent a dramatic transformation.

When he knelt and submitted, he was like an emotionless stone statue. Now, as he stood up, he was like a gray lightning bolt that had been suppressed for too long and finally found an outlet. He did not say "Yes, sir," nor did he nod. He simply turned around to face Yang Shi'en and raised his right hand.

The moment that hand was raised, the air on the entire Chengtianmen city tower was once again sucked dry, and a hazy light condensed in his palm, heavier, more powerful, and less like a force that should exist in this world than the previous strike.

This time, his target was not Cheng Laiyun, but Yang Shi'en.

"Thank you, Grand Tutor!" Cheng Laiyun's voice boomed from the city tower, steady as a mountain.

Xie Yuheng did not turn around; at this moment, he no longer had time to question Cheng Laiyun.

The righteous spirit reacted the moment Cheng Laiyun spoke.

The pale blue light rose from the Chengtianmen city tower, like a blue cloud scattered by a gale, spreading across the sky and pressing down layer by layer the dark red military aura around Yang Shi'en.

Yang Shi'en gritted his teeth and desperately urged the Wei Lin Army formation, causing the blood and qi of nearly 10,000 men to surge into the black blade, and the dark red blade light grew three feet.

However, under Xie Yuheng's righteous aura, the blade's light was suppressed by half for every inch it rose.

In that instant of stalemate, the gray-robed man's hand arrived.

The hand, shrouded in chaotic gray light, gently pushed towards Yang Shi'en—the gray light silently streaked across the night sky, swallowing up even the moonlight in its wake.

Yang Shi'en's pupils contracted sharply. He swung his sword backhand at the gray light, the dark red military aura on his black blade colliding with the gray light, producing a muffled, heart-stopping thud. The dark red blade light shattered inch by inch, and the gray light pierced through the cracks, forcing Yang Shi'en to stagger back three steps.

Each step left a half-foot-deep footprint on the blue brick floor, his chest heaving violently, and a trace of dark red blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

Cheng Laiyun stood at the edge of the city wall, his eyes fixed on the battle.

With the support of nearly ten thousand guards, Yang Shi'en has already reached the peak of the second rank in terms of combat strength.

Xie Yuheng, needless to say, is also a second-rank Confucian scholar!

The gray-robed man is a Universe-level Divine Power Master!

These three are all among the best in the world!

Their battles aren't something you can observe all the time!

He has seen many masters in action.

The King of Zhenbei's hundred-zhang Dharma form, Zhang Linzheng's moon-white light, Yu Qingzheng's inscription technique, and Xie Yuheng's righteous spirit—at this moment, Xie Yuheng and the gray-robed man joined forces to suppress Yang Shi'en.

He had never experienced such a clash before, with three of the most elite combatants clashing in the same scene.

Xie Yuheng's righteous spirit emanated from the cracks in the blue bricks, flowed down from every roof tile, and swept over the spines of the armored guards below the city gate, who were bent over with slumped posture. It was not like a released force, but rather like the city gate itself breathing.

The gray light emanating from the gray-robed man represents the other extreme.

It had no origin, no signs, was chaotic, primordial, and devoid of any attributes, yet this hazy light shattered Yang Shi'en's military aura every time it fell.

……

He observed quietly.

Within his consciousness, it seemed as if something was being affected by the battle before him.

Without realizing it.

The tiny divine being deep within the sea of ​​consciousness was frantically swallowing and spitting.

It stood upright on the lake of its consciousness, head held high, its radiance flickering layer by layer, each flicker transforming the insights it had gained from these battles into its own tempering power.

Yu Qingzheng had told him that before reaching the fourth rank, one needed to complete eighty-one temperings of the divine soul. Each time, the power of the colossus had to be used to repeatedly forge the divine soul, grinding away impurities layer by layer.

He has completed most of it, and only a few more attempts are needed to refine his divine soul to a purity sufficient to bear the power of dragon transformation.

But these last few trials were the hardest—not because of insufficient quantity, but because of insufficient quality; he had never found the opportunity to integrate all his insights. And now, that opportunity was right in front of him.

The "momentum" of righteous spirit—the resonance between power and heaven and earth—is not about head-on collision, but about yielding and overcoming strength with gentleness.

The gray-robed man's "quality"—the most primal and pure essence of power itself—requires no embellishment, no resonance, only absolute density and absolute will.

Yang Shi'en's "harmony" is the intertwining of two forces within the same body, without repulsion or confrontation, but rather finding the subtlest resonant string between them.

These three insights simultaneously flooded into his consciousness and his spirit.

His divine soul figure began to temper itself without his prompting—the power of the colossus surged from the depths of his sea of ​​consciousness, enveloping the divine soul figure and repeatedly forging it.

Each forging is deeper, heavier, and more thorough than any before.

The first seventy-eight tempering processes remove impurities, while the last three tempering processes remove the parts of the divine soul that are not yet dense enough.

This isn't removal, it's reshaping!

When the seventy-ninth tempering was completed, his divine soul figure had shrunk from three feet tall to two feet. It hadn't shrunk; it had been compressed, and its density had more than doubled.

When the eightieth tempering was completed, the features of the Divine Soul Figurine were extremely clear—it was Cheng Laiyun's face, young and serene, every line as if carved by the sharpest blade.

When the eighty-first tempering began, he no longer used the power of the colossus to envelop the divine soul. Instead, he let the little divine soul walk out on its own—out of the lake of his sea of ​​consciousness, out of his brow, out of his body, and stand before him. The little divine soul stood in the void before Cheng Laiyun, face to face, their eyes meeting.

Then it raised its right hand, and Cheng Laiyun also raised his right hand. The two hands touched in the void—not merging, but resonating, as if the spirit and the body reached the same frequency at that moment.

A dark golden beam of light descended from the sky, crashing onto the Chengtianmen city tower and onto Cheng Laiyun.

That wasn't the light of the colossus; it was the immense suction force generated when he broke through to the fourth rank, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and pouring it into his body, his consciousness, and his soul.

The Divine Soul figure stood in the center of the pillar of light, arms outstretched, as dark golden specks of light surged from all directions, merging with it.

At this moment, the divine spirit and the colossus became one!

From then on, the colossus was no longer armor worn on the body, but scales growing on the soul.

He's now a fourth-rank official.

Cheng Laiyun opened his eyes, his pupils reflecting the tri-colored light still surging on the Chengtianmen city tower, but his breathing was as steady as a deep pool of water without ripples.

He could clearly sense that the boundary that had never existed between the little man and the giant statue had disappeared.

He used to control the Colossus, but now the Colossus is him, and he is the Colossus.

He looked down at his hand, which was still fair and slender, but he knew that with a single thought, dark golden scales would instantly cover every inch of his skin. At the same time, the Ancestral Master's Scroll in the depths of his consciousness lit up.

The line of small golden characters reappeared before his eyes.

Breakthrough to Rank 4

[Please select: 1. Summon the new ancestor and acquire new supernatural powers; 2. Upgrade existing supernatural powers and increase their grade.]

His gaze lingered on the four characters "Pure Heart Glazed Glass" for a moment.

Pure Heart Crystal, a supernatural power bestowed by the Medicine Buddha, is specifically for healing injuries to the mind.

The last upgrade elevated it from Earth-level to Space-level.

The next level is the cosmic level.

That is, the strongest level of supernatural power in this world!

It was the gray-robed man in front of him.

He's on the same level as Eunuch Lin, who fled to the capital!

What's there to hesitate about? Although it's not a combat superpower and can't directly increase combat strength, it can provide a safety net for cash at the most critical juncture.

He took a deep breath and silently recited the mantra.

"Upgrade, Pure Heart Crystal".

The moment the choice was made to fall, the image of the Medicine Buddha on the Zutu talisman suddenly lit up.

The Medicine Buddha stood in the void, barefoot, wearing a kasaya and carrying a copper bell. His glass-like eyes looked at Cheng Laiyun, his gaze deeper than when he had leveled up last time.

He spoke, his voice not loud, but it resonated throughout his entire mind:

There are thousands of physical and mental illnesses. Physical illnesses are easy to cure, but mental illnesses are difficult to cure. Fear, worry, obsession, madness—all arise from the mind and are born from the spirit.

He finished speaking.

He raised his right hand, palm up, and a sphere of light, the color of glass, condensed in his palm, larger, brighter, and purer than before.

He gently pushed the bead over, through the talisman, across the lake, and onto Cheng Laiyun's brow.

When the bead melted into him, Cheng Laiyun felt his divine soul figure being enveloped by a warm light.

It was a deeper change. A faint resonance developed between his divine soul and the Pure Heart Glass, as if leaving a mark deep within each other's spirituality.

He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.

Those hands were still fair and slender, but he could feel the pure, crystal-like light flowing beneath every inch of skin.

[Pure Heart Glass Upgrade Successfully]

[Current Grade: Universe]

His first universe-level divine ability was not for fighting, but for saving people.

But he knew better than anyone that this supernatural power was more valuable than any combat supernatural power at times.

……

At the same time, the last dark red blade of light on Yang Shi'en's black knife was crushed by the gray light.

He knelt on one knee, his black sword embedded in the blue bricks, supporting his body. His chest was pierced by the gray light, and blood seeped out from the gaps in his armor.

After all.

He was merely a soldier cultivator whose strength had been forcibly elevated to the peak of the second rank by a coalition of nearly ten thousand Weilin soldiers. How could he possibly survive the combined attack of Xie Yuheng, who was also a second-rank Confucian cultivator, and the unfathomable gray-robed man with the power of a universe-level supernatural being?

No matter how much he struggled, he could not change his fate of destruction.

On his deathbed.

Seeing the golden light around Cheng Laiyun slowly receding, he smiled with relief:

"Fourth rank...tsk tsk."

"Breakthrough in the face of battle."

"Clatter~" His knife fell to the ground.

……

The spirit fox crouched on the battlements, watching Yang Shi'en close his eyes, watching the gray-robed man withdraw his hand and stand beside Cheng Laiyun, and watching the golden light around Cheng Laiyun, who had just broken through to the fourth rank, slowly recede.

Its golden vertical pupils no longer held hatred or killing intent, only a pure emptiness, a void born of utter defeat.

It knew it couldn't escape; the Pure Heart Glaze had locked away its supernatural powers. The gray-robed man stood beside Cheng Laiyun. Yang Shi'en was dead, and Wei Lin's army had collapsed. All the plans for tonight had vanished.

It was sealed on Lao Jun Mountain for twenty years, its redemption bought with half its lifespan, and its five-month period of weakness—all in vain. "Heh."

It suddenly smiled.

The laughter was very soft, as soft as the wind blowing through withered leaves, but it was exceptionally clear on the silent city tower.

"Cheng Laiyun." Its voice was as hoarse as sandpaper scraping against rust:

"You do have some skill."

"My lifespan is endless. Since the birth of intelligence in ancient times, I have seen countless people."

"I've met a lot of interesting people, you'd easily be in the top ten."

As soon as it finished speaking, its body began to glow—not with a silvery-white, eerie light, but with a pale gray light that was almost ethereal, existing between existence and non-existence.

Its silvery-white fur began to disintegrate layer by layer from its tail into specks of light. It wasn't being shattered, but rather disintegrating—a unique form of self-destruction characteristic of the spirit fox clan.

Using all of its essence, demonic power, and lifespan as fuel, it transformed into a canopy of sky.

The sky was covered by a giant fog, enveloping the entire sky.

The entire sky over the capital was shrouded in a massive fog! Seeing this fog...

Everyone's first reaction was bewilderment.

Zhang Linzheng, Yu Qingzheng, Cheng Laiyun... none of the three of them knew what this thing was.

Only Xie Yuheng's expression changed drastically:

"Time-Space Illusionary Mist! How can it be Time-Space Illusionary Mist?!"

What kind of spacetime illusion mist is this?

Cheng Laiyun blinked.

This was something he had never heard of before.

Just as he was about to ask Xie Yuheng...

Suddenly, the massive fog in the sky coalesced into an incredibly powerful current of air, which then hurtled towards Cheng Laiyun with lightning speed!

"boom!!!"

The next moment, Cheng Laiyun's body was involuntarily sucked into the air by the giant fog!