I Pick up a Lost Godhood

Mastering the Undying Body was, in essence, a process of breaking down and rebuilding. The principle was simple, yet no one had ever succeeded. Breaking down? Who could possibly endure after being broken? Even if their body could take it, their will would shatter. And even if their will held, they still had to recover. Without the Life Tree Holy Statue, complete recovery was impossible—it would just be another grievous injury. The Life Tree Holy Statue had thoroughly unleashed Suo Ming’s latent life potential.

But that wasn’t all. The process was torturously repetitive. You might endure it once, but what about twice? Three times? Four times?

Wouldn’t you break down? Wouldn’t you start to think of death as a blessing?

And that still wasn’t the end of it. Just surviving wasn’t enough. You had to *comprehend*!

The key to understanding the Undying Body was to absorb attacks, taking in that seemingly unusable power to strengthen oneself.

It wasn’t just the muscles absorbing the energy, but the bones, the internal organs—everything could absorb power to grow stronger.

You needed an intense desire, a singular goal to accomplish.

Suo Ming’s goal was simple: he just wanted to hold on a little longer.

The battle raged on. The crowd saw Dangtian’s endless, magnificent Skill Techniques. They had never seen a Power Cultivator as prodigiously talented and well-rounded as him. Yet, none of it could stop Suo Ming from gradually gaining the upper hand.

Suo Ming grew stronger with every exchange, while Dangtian was tiring. He was growing fatigued. But his greatest enemy was his own confidence, as he realized that no matter how he attacked, he was only making his opponent stronger. He simply couldn’t defeat this silent Body Cultivator!

It was a brutal war of attrition. Dangtian stopped defending, knowing it was pointless. When two adversaries meet on a narrow path, the braver one prevails.

It was the most savage of battles.

The Pure Land was silent. The Great Yuan Realm was silent.

After what felt like an eternity, Dangtian finally collapsed. It was the first time he had ever fallen since his debut, and he did not get back up.

Lying on the ground and staring at the sky, an inscrutable smile touched the corners of Dangtian’s lips.

He had found this battle deeply satisfying.

The arena was deathly silent. Suo Ming raised his head, but still, there was no cry of victory, no roar of triumph.

"Suo Ming of the Holy Hall is victorious! A clash between the legendary ultimate Body Cultivator Skill Technique, the Undying Body, and the ultimate Power Cultivator Skill Technique, the Power Divine Transformation! Magnificent!"

He couldn’t bring himself to say "congratulations," because the Undying Body was something no normal person could ever hope to master.

Suo Ming finally spoke, patting his chest. "For the glory of the Holy Hall!"

His voice wasn’t loud, it was even a little hoarse, yet it commanded the respect of everyone present.

Xiang Yi suddenly stood up and began to applaud. "To think I would live to see such a miraculous Skill Technique! I can die without regrets. The Power Sect’s loss in this battle was not an injustice."

Clearly, the Sect Leader of the Power Sect had been won over, and his words were the spark that finally ignited the crowd.

The Holy Hall Disciples could finally cheer. Nothing could stop them now.

Suo Ming said nothing more. He walked steadily down from the stage, only to collapse the moment he stepped off it.

The Undying Body didn’t make one truly immortal; it was, after all, just a Skill Technique.

Against the ferocious attacks of the Power Divine Transformation, the two were actually evenly matched. It had to be said that it was Dangtian who had pushed Suo Ming to the pinnacle of his power; otherwise, Suo Ming himself would never have realized his own potential.

Cultivating the Undying Body was as difficult as ascending to the heavens, but once mastered, a supreme powerhouse would be born into the world.

In the third match, the Holy Hall was victorious again!

Everyone was awestruck. The two combatants the Holy Hall had sent out weren’t even their strongest members. What terrifying power was this?

Yuu Kunlun could finally hold back no longer. He turned to Mo Chen, who was beside him, and asked, "Why?"

The Sect Leader Yuu’s question was abrupt and without context, but Mo Chen knew what Yuu Kunlun was asking.

"Wang Meng." That was Mo Chen’s answer.

Even for someone at Yuu Kunlun’s level of cultivation, his heart was tormented by curiosity. ’What in the world has Wang Meng cultivated that could make Mo Chen act this way?’ And it was obvious that Mo Chen was completely unsurprised by everyone else’s reactions.

Besides Mo Chen, there was one other person who wasn’t surprised.

Dragon Emperor Tu Mu!

The Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable’s gaze was burning, and the Lord of Pure Land was lost in thought. She wasn’t concerned with Zhang Xiaojiang or Suo Ming; she was concerned with Wang Meng, the variable. ’How on earth did this person do it?’

It was simply a heaven-defying ability!

Almost in unison, they looked toward Tu Mu, because among the three of them, only Tu Mu had made the unusual choice to back Wang Meng and favor the Holy Hall.

Why?

What was the Dragon Race hiding?

The Dragon Emperor’s expression was serene.

In a flash, a great deal of communication passed between them, the kind that could only be understood, not spoken.

Lin Jinghao couldn’t help but sigh. "If I’d known, I would have joined the Holy Hall too. What a great place, turning the rotten into the miraculous."

No one laughed, even though it was a joke. By this point, these chosen ones of heaven had all been stunned by the Holy Hall’s tyrannical performance.

"Heh, Brother Mingren, I seem to recall you were once a Holy Hall Disciple yourself," Jii Wanli said suddenly.

Mingren smiled, ignoring the dagger hidden in Jii Wanli’s seemingly friendly words. "If I hadn’t left, would the Holy Hall even have any opponents?"

Domineering, proud, arrogant, disdainful of all the world’s heroes!

That’s right, this was a Holy Hall Disciple!

Mingren had spoken. There were certainly those who were unconvinced, those who were displeased, yet no one dared to respond to his face.

Jii Wanli had undoubtedly succeeded in isolating the Holy Hall and Mingren, stirring public ire. But... did the Holy Hall care?!

Confidence is built on results. No matter how the subsequent battles went, the Holy Hall Disciples no longer needed to feel apprehensive. Every battle had been hard-won, and through them, they had come to understand the meaning of the Holy Hall’s glory.

This faith was now taking root in the heart of every Holy Hall Disciple!

The facts spoke for themselves. Any Cultivator who witnessed this battle on the Other Shore would never be able to forget the Holy Hall.

The fourth match: Longyue of the Holy Light Sect versus Hengyu of the Ten Thousand Talisman Sect. (February 1st, 2013, from 3:00 to 4:00 PM, Skeleton will be doing a micro-interview on Sina Weibo. All you senior brothers and sisters are welcome to come and exchange pointers!)

The Holy Light Sect was the number one Major Sect for Saint Cultivators. Under the Star Alliance, it represented the new wave of Saint Cultivators. Longyue was a heavenly favored daughter, renowned throughout the world for her Lofty and Refined Body.

Hengyu was the Master’s Disciple of the Ten Thousand Talisman Sect. As the number one Sect for Talisman Cultivators, the Ten Thousand Talisman Sect held to its pride, just like the Power Sect.

His Talisman Cultivation Techniques were said to be unmatched in the world. For Hengyu to have fought his way here, he naturally had his own extraordinary talents. Of course, Hengyu was no unknown. He was ranked number one on the Star Alliance’s Talisman Cultivator potential list. When it came to activating Talismans, if Hengyu claimed to be second, no one would dare claim to be first.

Longyue was also a Talisman Cultivator, but she was most famous for her Lofty and Refined Holy Statue. So which would prove superior: the Holy Statue or Talismanic Magic?

Before seeing what the Holy Hall could do, everyone would have certainly said the Holy Statue. But now, no one dared to make such a bold claim.

The Extreme Dao Immortal Venerable, who hadn’t been paying close attention, suddenly seemed to regain his vigor.

As a friend of Longyue’s and an ally of the Holy Light Sect, Jii Wanli was undoubtedly paying very close attention as well.

The time had come for the traditional powerhouses to prove their worth.

Facing Longyue, Hengyu of the Ten Thousand Talisman Sect appeared perfectly calm, showing no signs of stage fright.

If Longyue weren’t a Talisman Cultivator, Hengyu might have had a harder time. But since she was, what did it matter if she had a Holy Statue? The principle of suppression within a shared cultivation path would be on full display among Talisman Cultivators. Everything would come down to true skill.

As the successor groomed by the most classical of Talisman Cultivator Sects, Hengyu embodied the temperament of a traditional Talisman Cultivator.

"You can tell he’s the patient type. He could probably wear his opponent down to death."

"I heard the Ten Thousand Talisman Sect specializes in a relentless, unending battle tactic with their Talismans. Once you’ve truly inherited it, you’re said to be invincible."

"Seems like reaching the peak in any discipline makes you just as formidable. Looks like the Ten Great Sects don’t have a monopoly on the top spot after all."

"What Ten Great Sects? So far, the only one I see shining is the Holy Hall! They’re just too savage!" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to Qidian.com to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)