I Pick up a Lost Godhood

The Holy Hall had another member advance to the top sixteen, and the returning Zhou Qian received a warm welcome.

And compared to the brutal condition of Zhang Xiaopang and Suo Ming, Master Zhou’s victory had been so casual and effortless that he felt a little embarrassed.

In truth, he had no reason to be. This was his ability, a terrifying power that, once perfected, would make countless Cultivators shrink back in fear.

Strength comes from within.

Standing firm once more, Zhou Qian raised his head, confidence building bit by bit in his heart.

Feng Jin clapped silently. The surrounding disciples of the Power Sect couldn’t help but sigh in admiration. They had witnessed Zhou Qian’s strength before; one could only say his ability was heaven-defying. Unless one’s speed reached the absolute limit, they would likely be controlled by Zhou Qian.

Zhou Qian might have felt awkward, but to the other Cultivators, it was simply incredible. Zhou Qian’s Holy Statue was worthy of being ranked among the Star Alliance’s Ten Great Holy Statues. If Zhou Qian were a disciple of one of the Ten Great Sects, who knows how much he would be praised!

What was Magical Combat all about? A Magic demonstration? Bullshit!

It doesn’t matter if a cat is black or white, as long as it catches mice!

The opponent’s helplessness and fury only served to prove Zhou Qian’s strength.

The eighth battle: the Demon Race’s Mengg Lord versus the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect’s Heu Yuanzhou.

Since the Demon Race’s Lord of Punishment had been utterly crushed by Mingren, and Li Mountain had also been crushed by Wang Meng, the Demon Race had completely lost their initial momentum, despite having three members in the Battle of the Other Shore. They couldn’t even be compared to the Dragon Race, who were the truly invincible ones.

This was the Pure Land, the world of the Demon Race. How could the Mengg Lord lose face on his own doorstep? He had to win the upcoming battles with thunderous force, or the Demon Race’s position in the Star Alliance would be shaken. Moreover, the entry of the Dragon Race added another variable. As the future leader of the Demon Race, the Mengg Lord had to do something!

The one fighting for the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect was Heu Yuanzhou. His expression was grave because his luck was truly terrible. If one were to pick the five most powerful combatants, the Mengg Lord would certainly be among them.

The Mengg Lord had a towering build, taller than even the average member of the Demon Race, but in the Cultivation Realm, physical size obviously had nothing to do with strength.

’Having come this far, there’s obviously no need for me to fear anything,’ Heu Yuanzhou thought. ’There are no weaklings in the Battle of the Other Shore. Perhaps the Demon Race isn’t as powerful as the rumors say. Otherwise, the Lord of Punishment and Li Mountain wouldn’t have been defeated so miserably.’

’Besides, I’m a powerhouse who possesses the Profound Crystal Holy Statue!’

With the Mengg Lord’s appearance, roars from the Demon Race erupted throughout the Pure Land. As the future leader of the Demon Race, the Mengg Lord’s prestige was quite high.

The towering Mengg Lord remained as calm as a placid well. Heu Yuanzhou held nothing back, immediately activating his Profound Crystal Holy Statue to prepare for a defensive stand.

The Profound Crystal Holy Statue—currently known as the strongest defensive Holy Statue. As it appeared, it formed a shape around Heu Yuanzhou like ten-thousand-year-old ice. Upon being attacked, it would form a solid defense effective against both Elemental Power and Heart Spirit Attacks.

In his previous matches, Heu Yuanzhou hadn’t even needed to attack; he could simply wear his opponents out until they collapsed from exhaustion.

Having activated his Holy Statue, Heu Yuanzhou’s confidence surged. ’No matter who it is, no one can break my defense. All I need to do is wait for my opponent to get tired, find an opportunity, and kill him!’

So, Heu Yuanzhou made a provocative "come here" gesture with his finger. He wanted to infuriate his opponent!

The Mengg Lord’s face showed no reaction, his expression still placid. BANG...

His massive figure vanished and reappeared beside Heu Yuanzhou, but his movement was blocked by Heu Yuanzhou’s Profound Crystal Holy Statue.

The Mengg Lord’s enormous fist came crashing down. A smile appeared on Heu Yuanzhou’s face. ’My tactic worked. The Demon Race really are just a bunch of simple-minded brutes.’

BOOM...

In the five great cities, some Female Cultivators closed their eyes, while in the Pure Land, cheers from the Demon Race erupted.

The Mengg Lord’s punch seemed ordinary, without a hint of flashiness, yet the supposedly invincible Profound Crystal Defense shattered like glass. Heu Yuanzhou was directly blown apart by the Mengg Lord’s massive fist.

The victorious Mengg Lord offered no cheers or words, remaining just as composed as before. To him, Heu Yuanzhou was nothing but a piece of trash.

"Eighth match, the Demon Race’s Mengg Lord wins," Vast Sea announced.

Those who underestimate the Demon Race will die!

The Demon Race, baring its fangs, was about to go on a rampage!

The Lord of Pure Land’s expression remained calm.

"Now that we’ve reached this stage, the restriction preventing our Demon Race from killing has been lifted. So, I advise our future opponents to be careful."

The towering Mengg Lord spoke with a surprisingly human-like eloquence. His mindset was remarkably composed, unshaken by outside opinions. But there was no doubt: the Demon Race was about to start a killing spree here. Only by doing so could they unleash their true power.

If one looked closely, the expressions and demeanors of Lightning and Desire Spirit were different from before. They showed no sign of being affected by the defeats of Li Mountain and the Lord of Punishment.

What was the reason?

It wasn’t the arrogance of the Demon Race—that was a flaw of the Dragon Race. It was because here, they could finally unleash their true power without restraint.

The Pure Land was their home turf!

Even a mighty dragon can’t crush a local snake!

After speaking, as he was about to leave the stage, the Mengg Lord pointed at Mingren and Wang Meng. It seemed that after the Dragon Race, the Demon Race was now also targeting Wang Meng and Mingren.

And come to think of it, both of them were from the Holy Hall.

Setting aside their rivals among the Human Cultivators, Wang Meng and Mingren had now provoked both the Dragon Race and the Demon Race. Their days ahead would not be easy. Based on the current trend, the further they advanced, the greater the chance of encountering the Dragon and Demon Races.

Jii Wanli was clearly overjoyed by this situation, not just for this Battle of the Other Shore, but for the larger picture in the long run.

’Even if you all stand united, a wedge has now been driven,’ he thought. ’And in the current situation, all that’s needed is to fan the flames—which is precisely what I do best.’

Mo Chen was fairly familiar with Wang Meng. Ever since Wang Meng returned from the Demon Spirit Space, he had indeed changed a great deal—a point Yang Jian also agreed with. No one knew what Wang Meng was like in his early days, but after he entered the Great Yuan Realm, the two of them knew him best. Yet now, even they couldn’t quite figure Wang Meng out.

Perhaps only a relatively strong opponent could reveal what level of power Wang Meng had truly cultivated.

Mo Chen was endlessly looking forward to it. Having seen the performance of the other Holy Hall Disciples, as a Cultivator, if Mo Chen could see what he hoped to see, he could truly "hear the Dao in the morning and die content in the evening."

Yuu Kunlun noticed that his Senior Brother beside him seemed a little excited.

’Why?’

「In an undisturbed garden within the Pure Land」

A girl with fair, bare feet sat on a swing. Before her was an Array, and in her arms, she cradled a chubby little flame.

Whenever Wang Meng appeared in the projection, the little flame would start wiggling restlessly.

The girl gently stroked the flame. "What’s wrong? Do you miss your master that much?"

Sanmao nodded as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, then patted its chest, as if to say they were brothers who had gone through thick and thin together.

The girl couldn’t help but smile. "Well then, let’s see just how far he can go!"

Sanmao unceremoniously brandished its little fists.

’Master is invincible!’

Gazing at the Dueling Platform, who could see the fire burning in Wang Meng’s eyes?!

The Demon Race wanted to display its might on its own turf, but would the Human Cultivators allow it?

At least, in the face of the Mengg Lord’s provocation, the top contenders remained unfazed.

Strength isn’t proven with words, and a character like Heu Yuanzhou was clearly not even on the radar of these powerhouses.

The ninth match: the No Illusion Demon Sect’s Lin Jinghao versus the Holy Light Sect’s Jil Zhen.

This was considered a battle between the number one Demon Sect and the number one Holy Sect, and it was the debut of the No Illusion Demon Sect’s heir.

It had to be said, from his looks to his demeanor, Lin Jinghao didn’t really resemble a typical Demon Cultivator. In the era of the Star Alliance, the No Illusion Demon Sect couldn’t be considered a classical Demon Sect either. The true Classical Demon Cultivators were from the Ghost Sect, but they had been completely wiped out. As for the Classical Saint Cultivators, only a single descendant from the Cyan Cloud Sect remained.

Jil Zhen had also been unknown before this, then suddenly became a main force for the Holy Light Sect and fought her way here, overcoming all obstacles. One could only say that the hidden reserves of the Ten Great Sects were truly beyond what ordinary Sects could compare to.

A unique light glinted in Jil Zhen’s eyes as she made a very elegant entrance. It was a display of long-suppressed ambition; her chin was raised slightly, revealing her long, fair neck, showing that she was different from the rest.

’For certain reasons, only Longyue of the Holy Light Sect was allowed to stand high above, enjoying the flattery and fawning of elite disciples from every sect, while I could only hide myself away and train bitterly. But all of that ends here.’

’I also have a Holy Statue, and my Flying Rainbow Holy Statue is by no means inferior. Why should I remain unknown? As long as I can prove myself, why can’t I soar to fame overnight?’

’No one is born with the destiny of a Phoenix.’

’And defeating Lin Jinghao, a leading figure of the younger generation of Human Cultivators, will undoubtedly make me the most watched person of my generation.’

Compared to Jil Zhen’s overflowing confidence and desire to perform, Grand Master Lin Jinghao still had that same old flippant look.

To be honest, everyone in the younger generation had their own characteristics, but Lin Jinghao was definitely the most frivolous among them. Moreover, he did absolutely nothing to build up his Sect’s image. Many Sect Leaders were gossiping about this behind his back, saying that the glory of the No Illusion Demon Sect was going to face problems in Lin Jinghao’s generation.

Jil Zhen took out her splendid Rainbow Divine Bow. She was one of the few Bow Cultivators in the tournament, though of course, she didn’t consider herself to be in the same class as that fatty at all.

The Rainbow Divine Bow was a Treasure Artifact that the Holy Light Sect had discovered in an ancient ruin. It was a formidable Treasure Artifact that had only been restored after being personally repaired by the Treasure Artifact Sect Master.

It seemed that in facing Lin Jinghao, the Rainbow Fairy Jil Zhen was being quite cautious. A girl’s pride might be on the outside, but her heart remained meticulous.

Lin Jinghao remained his usual carefree self, waving his signature folding fan. "Junior Sister Jil, please!"

In an instant, Jil Zhen’s aura surged. The Rainbow Divine Bow rose—it was a rather flamboyant and arrogant opening stance for a Bow Cultivator. One of the reasons Jil Zhen had chosen to be a Bow Cultivator was because of their elegance. The posture of drawing a bow was so graceful, yet it didn’t lack offensive power like Pill Cultivators or Talisman Cultivators.

Flamboyant and powerful—that was what Jil Zhen pursued!

Calm and composed!

HUMMM...

The Rainbow Bow was fired. All elegance and aura ultimately had to be backed by strength.

The Rainbow Bow erupted in a brilliant red light—a rain of arrows!

The ultimate Bow Technique!

In any other situation, this move would have been quite beautiful. But this was the Battle of the Other Shore. This was the Pure Land!

Although Lin Jinghao hadn’t yet made a move, his reputation preceded him. He had the capital to be casual. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)