I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Of course, such speed was still not enough to deceive the four great powerhouses like Yellow Springs. Jii Wanli was certainly deserving of such an evaluation, but no one had expected the Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable to show such blatant disregard for the Demon Race.

However, the effect on the Cultivators was spectacular. Though they didn’t know exactly what happened, it was obvious Jii Wanli had used a speed that completely fooled the eye. The Leopard Demon, who claimed to have the fastest speed, was nothing but dregs before him.

Calm, composed, and utterly dominant!

Jii Wanli’s performance was nothing short of perfect. Afterward, he gave a slight cupped-fist salute—a perfect gesture that showed respect while simultaneously highlighting his own distinguished bearing.

Unlike the others, who all had their various flaws, Jii Wanli was the only one who could be called perfect.

The surrounding Sect Leaders did not hold back their applause. Yuu Kunlun and the others exchanged glances; this was clearly the biggest problem the Taiyin Sect faced. If Zou Chuang and Xie Tianhua were to somehow combine their strengths, they wouldn’t be inferior to Jii Wanli. But separated, they were a tier below. It was no wonder the other sects were being so deferential right now.

This was also the source of the Taiyin Sect’s greatest pressure. The Star Alliance rankings determined resource allocation and the quality of future disciples. It’s easier to conquer a kingdom than to defend one. With no hope of surpassing the No Illusion Demon Sect, the pressure of being constantly on the defensive was immense.

Just looking at Jii Wanli’s performance... while they weren’t worried about Zou Chuang’s personal strength, his bearing simply couldn’t compare. He just wasn’t as charismatic.

Every victor was allowed to say a few words, and Jii Wanli clearly wasn’t going to miss this opportunity. With a faint smile, he faced the gazes of tens of thousands of Cultivators.

"Princess Linglong, I look forward to facing you in battle."

Jii Wanli said, flashing his most brilliant smile.

After a moment of stunned silence, cries erupted from all corners. No one had expected Jii Wanli to say such a thing. He was bold. He was direct.

The expressions of both Celestial Dragon and Purple Dragon turned cold, but Linglong remained unfazed. In fact, one of the reasons the Dragon Race had joined the Star Alliance was now becoming clear. Perhaps this Battle of the Other Shore held some other, hidden meaning for the Dragon Race.

Everyone began to speculate. Jii Wanli was playing the part of a man who desired beauty as much as he desired power. It added a humanizing touch to his otherwise perfect performance and, at the very least, voiced the desire of many Human Cultivators.

In this day and age, you have to make a statement! You have to put yourself on display!

What was the purpose of the Battle of the Other Shore?

It was for the strong to earn respect! Being modest when appropriate is a virtue, but being modest when you should be bold is a weakness.

Jii Wanli had said what countless Cultivators were thinking.

Winning the Dragon Princess was undoubtedly every man’s dream—even those of the Demon Race!

To win Linglong’s hand was to win the support of the Dragon Race—and with it, their unimaginable wealth and power!

This was enough for any Sect to ascend to the heavens in a single bound!

One had to admit, Jii Wanli’s grasp of the situation was razor-sharp!

Whether Linglong liked it or not, Jii Wanli had made a declaration to the world: anyone without the strength to back it up should just get lost and stop dreaming. There weren’t many who could contend with him, and even fewer who dared to offend the Ten Thousand Spirits Sect. At the same time, he used this moment to make an impression on Linglong. At the very least, he had ensured that she now knew there was a man named Jii Wanli. It was a well-calibrated move, killing two birds with one stone.

Cheers erupted across all five major cities. It was undeniable; with this one battle, Jii Wanli’s popularity had reached a new zenith.

Match Eleven: Mingren versus Ji Rushan.

Mingren took the stage. The Holy Light Demon Collapse Body. He had appeared out of nowhere and shaken the world with his name. Eccentric and a lone wolf, he cared for no one. That was Mingren.

’Just how powerful is this Cultivator, who even earned the praise of the Lord of Pure Land?’

This battle would likely provide some answers.

His opponent was Ji Rushan from the Celestial Rainbow Sect, one of the foremost experts of the younger generation.

Under Yang Jian’s leadership, the Celestial Rainbow Sect was undoubtedly growing ever stronger. Ji Rushan had inherited Yang Jian’s calm and steady personality, making him a quintessential member of their sect. Even facing the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, Ji Rushan showed no hint of fear.

Now, in the round of sixteen of the Battle of the Other Shore, the top-tier Cultivators had all displayed top-tier strength. What kind of power would Mingren, who was predicted to be the strongest of all, reveal?

Everyone watched with bated breath.

Mingren took the stage. With his gentle demeanor, it was impossible to imagine that this was the dreaded Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, a name that struck fear into the hearts of all who heard it.

The reason for this dread was that Mingren had carried out several special missions on behalf of the Pure Land. These missions were nothing short of heaven-defying; each time, he had single-handedly annihilated Cultivator Groups that dared to oppose the Star Alliance.

In each engagement, he would slaughter hundreds. In his largest mission, he eliminated over two thousand Cultivators, leaving no survivors.

Of course, only a couple of these incidents were ever made public, and in truth, they were among the tamest of Mingren’s missions.

However, the Sect Leaders present knew the full story. As members of the Star Alliance, they were privy to its operations.

Even the Sect Leaders in attendance were extremely wary of this young Cultivator.

It was said that the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body had already become an unstoppable force.

Mingren’s faint smile was enough to send a chill down one’s spine.

As his opponent, Ji Rushan had already received firsthand intelligence from Yang Jian: against Mingren, he absolutely could not hold back. He had to go all out, and if the situation turned dire, he was to concede immediately. Otherwise, his survival was not guaranteed.

Yang Jian held no hope for this battle. Despite having high expectations for Ji Rushan, he knew that sometimes, one’s luck simply runs out.

As they faced off, Ji Rushan couldn’t feel any oppressive aura from Mingren. ’Is this calm and carefree person really the most terrifying scourge of the underworld?’

The existence of the Star Alliance had undoubtedly impacted the interests of many factions that profited from plundering other Sects and even Small Thousand Realms. The conflict between them was perpetual. Though the Star Alliance was massive, it couldn’t be everywhere at once. The major Small Thousand Realms were controlled by Star Alliance members, and in special circumstances, the Pure Land Knight Order could intervene in a timely manner. However, their effectiveness was limited—until Mingren appeared.

One impossible mission after another was completed. Of the top ten powers on the Star Alliance’s blacklist, Mingren had single-handedly annihilated three. Not even the Pure Land knew how he accomplished it.

For the past three years, he had either been cultivating in the Pure Land or completing these missions. For Mingren, it was nothing more than a diversion.

Mingren was, without a doubt, someone every Sect Leader had to watch with utmost seriousness.

"Qingqiu, what level has this young man reached by now?"

Vast Sea asked with a gentle smile. He hadn’t interfered in Mingren’s affairs; this was the Demon Race’s chosen one, just as Wang Meng was the choice of the Dragon Race.

Liao Qingqiu smiled faintly, her eyes filled with a distant, wistful look. "I don’t know. I truly don’t know."

One only had to remember the fate of the Lord of Punishment to understand how terrifying Mingren was. Ji Rushan took a deep breath and summoned his Life Artifact—the Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell.

Mingren just stood there, showing no intention of making a move. He seemed so detached it was as if his attention was elsewhere.

Regardless of whether they knew Mingren or understood his reputation, no one spoke a word upon seeing him. A hush fell over the five major cities. Even the Demon Race was unnervingly quiet.

The remaining contestants also stared without blinking. From the moment he appeared, Mingren had captured everyone’s full attention.

The Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell expanded as it rose into the air. BOOM...

Ji Rushan struck the Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell with his palm, sending a devastating sonic wave hurtling directly at Mingren.

BOOM...

The sonic wave exploded against Mingren’s body, yet it was as fragile as a soap bubble. It popped, and Mingren remained completely unharmed.

Ji Rushan knew Mingren was strong, but only now, facing him directly, did he truly understand the immense pressure he exuded.

BOOM... BOOM... BOOM BOOM BOOM...

As a Body Cultivator, Ji Rushan slammed palm after palm into his Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell, his surging Elemental Power flowing into each strike.

The strikes were remarkably rhythmic. Unlike Longyue’s "High Mountains and Flowing Water," the sound from Ji Rushan’s Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell was a tide of overwhelming, unstoppable pressure.

RUMMMMMBLE...

It was a sound cannon!

It was also a Sonic Attack, but it took a completely different approach.

A dual assault, attacking both the Heart Spirit and the Sea of Fate directly.

After the blast subsided, Mingren walked out and lightly dusted off his sleeves. He glanced at Ji Rushan, a flicker of emotion in his eyes that seemed to say, ’If you have any real moves, use them now. Don’t waste my time.’

Ji Rushan received the message loud and clear.

Yang Jian sighed. ’He could concede right now.’ Although Ji Rushan still had his ultimate move in reserve, Mingren clearly wasn’t even trying. The Holy Light Demon Collapse Body had reached Great Success; it was an unstoppable force that no mortal could obstruct.

Ji Rushan smiled. He slammed both hands onto his Life Artifact, and a torrent of Elemental Power surged into it without end. The bronze bell began to hum with a crisp, clear tone of its own accord.

He had come this far. He was standing on this stage. Ji Rushan could not bring himself to concede so meekly.

The entire bronze bell began to glow with golden light. It suddenly shot forward, expanding as it flew through the air. BOOM...

It trapped Mingren directly underneath... In truth, Mingren hadn’t even tried to dodge.

The instant the bell dropped, Ji Rushan was in motion. With every step he took, his body grew larger. By the time he stood before the bronze bell, he was the size of a small hill.

Ji Rushan followed the traditional path of a Power Cultivator. He strode forward, his entire body glittering with golden light.

Laymen watch the spectacle, while experts see the technique. Top-tier Body Cultivators like Dangtian and Suo Ming could tell that while Ji Rushan wasn’t using Power Divine Transformation or the Undying Body, his cultivation of the traditional True Form of the Power God had reached the peak of perfection. It was incredibly difficult to increase one’s size while maintaining formidable strength; most would sacrifice power for size, but Ji Rushan hadn’t.

However... even this version of Ji Rushan didn’t dare face Mingren in a direct confrontation. He had to rely on a stratagem.

He struck with his palm!

VMMMMMMMM~~~~~~~~~~

RUMMMMMBLE...

The world shook, and everyone realized a critical fact!

This was the ultimate expression of a Sound Wave Technique!

It was like trapping a turtle in a jar. Inside a confined space, the force of these vibrations could be amplified tens, even hundreds of times over!

Even a Cultivator at the Great Perfection realm would be killed instantly if caught inside!

Ji Rushan’s own power might only be considered exceptional, not truly top-tier. But for anyone trapped inside the Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell, the force of his attack would be amplified dozens of times over.

With his current strength, this move was enough to instantly kill anyone else in the arena.

A Power Cultivator paired with the sealing power of the Heaven and Earth Soul Falling Bell... it was a truly heaven-defying combination!

Ji Rushan’s overall strength might not have placed him in the top ten of this Battle of the Other Shore, but this technique was, without a doubt, the most powerful move seen in the tournament so far!

BOOM...

BOOM...

BOOM...

Above, below, left, right, front, and back—Ji Rushan did not let up for an instant. He struck again and again, pouring his full power into every blow. He knew very well that he only had one chance. And he knew even more certainly that this move of his was invincible! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)