Stronger from Earth

The forbidden secret technique "All Things Born," continues to be optimized with the spark of Wang Xuan’s thoughts.

At the side, the third disciple, Wang Tiantian, is engaged in his transformation endeavor, with the mutated bloodline of the Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python resonating with his spirit, causing the massive python body to continuously wriggle.

Its ten-zhang-long body occasionally stretches into a massive size of ten thousand zhang, then contracts into the small size of a worm.

For true-tier creatures, flesh and blood have already undergone energyization, and do not have a fixed size.

Transitioning from different body states to human form, or from human form to different body states, requires imprinting these modes onto the body and consciousness.

Wang Tiantian is undergoing this process.

Its body size constantly changes, imprinting the model of transformation into its body.

Wang Xuan watched it twist and turn, like a foolish giant worm, and couldn’t help but smile.

"Take it slow, one step at a time, don’t rush," Wang Xuan said with a smile, while pointing out several unsmooth nodes in its transformation.

Wang Tiantian initially intended to perform well, but now it calmed down, no longer pursuing speed and efficiency, but focusing on each problem within the transformation.

Time flew by, not knowing how much had passed, the mutated Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python, with its massive and powerful body, finally completed its first transformation.

Covered entirely in seven-colored patterns, resembling a colorful ribbon, the Seven-Colored Heaven-Swallowing Python’s body suddenly shrank to one zhang in length.

The python body began to vaporize, melting away like spring snow, transforming into human form in a seemingly seamless transition.

Instantly, a graceful and tall woman with cold and beautiful features appeared before Wang Xuan.

She stood at a striking height of one meter seventy-five, her fair skin and beauty breathtaking, with black hair cascading like a waterfall, clad in a purple robe, exuding a high and dangerous charisma.

After transforming, Wang Tiantian elegantly spun around, nodded with satisfaction at her human appearance, then respectfully saluted her master.

"With respect to my master, I, Wang Tiantian, offer my bow!" Wang Tiantian loudly declared.

Wang Xuan looked at his first female disciple, her composed and fierce demeanor, her beauty and aloofness likely to attract the pursuit of countless men.

"Rise," Wang Xuan said, storing away the Tower of Space-Time, and gazed towards the City of Ten Thousand Beasts, saying softly, "Follow your master to witness a grand spectacle."

The stage has been set, how could his important role be absent?

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The City of Ten Thousand Beasts was bustling today, countless demons and loose cultivators, along with significant figures from Earth’s civilization, all gathered here.

If the dragon slain event could smoothly land, Earth’s civilization would naturally remain unperturbed, but should any major conflict arise, they would have to intervene and mediate.

Amid this noisy crowd, a faint air of kill-stealing lingered, as the people of Celestial Sword Mountain stood ready, while Ten Thousand Dragon Nest yearned for redress.

Among the crowd of Celestial Sword Mountain, Celestial Desolate Sword Venerable spoke to a person beside him, "Senior Brother Xuan Yuan, today’s affairs, we charge the front line, but the real pressure relies on you."

Since today’s aim is to disgrace Long Wudao and clear Celestial Sword Mountain’s wrongful reputation, naturally, preparations for Ten Thousand Dragon Nest’s desperate measures are necessary.

After all, this is the home ground of Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, if the opponent refuses to acknowledge and tries any tricks, Celestial Sword Mountain is not afraid.

Old Monk from Precious Light Temple approached, greeting the high-ranking, high-cultivation, powerful Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable.

"Greetings, Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable," Old Monk Pu’an with clasped hands.

Facing this Half-Step Immortal, he, merely a Star Lord, was truly insignificant.

Xuanyuan Mu nodded slightly, "How is your master’s health? Last time in the Hell Realm, he was seriously injured."

Wearing a yellow robe, a Celestial Venerable crown on his head, and an Xuanyuan Sword at his waist, he indeed looked majestic and powerful.

Pu’an replied, "My master’s injuries have healed, he has slightly advanced through misfortune."

His master, being one of the Ten Land Bodhisattvas, was of the same generation as Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable, but in terms of strength and cultivation, still fell short of the latter.

"Already at the Peak of the Void? Quite fast," Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable remarked.

If someone else said this, it might seem arrogant, but from a Half-Step Immortal Sword Cultivator, it sounded normal.

Sword cultivators have extraordinary combat power, yet their cultivation speed is unimpressive, showing Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable’s outstanding talents.

Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable chuckled, "I hope before I attain immortality, he steps into Half-Step Immortal."

Pu’an remained silent, simply smiling lightly, unwilling to cause Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable to lose face, nor willing to accept his master being commented upon.

In the distance, a group of fair-skinned, blonde-haired individuals let out untimely laughter but said no more.

After all, the edge of a sword wielded by a Half-Step Immortal Sword Cultivator is daunting even to those of the same tier; they could not withstand it.

But the mockery in their eyes was evident.

An elder from Tianfang City approached them, appearing about fifty or sixty years old, robust and strong, with silver-gray stiff hair.

A front figure of Western Europe—Mr. John. Old John, over five hundred years old, cultivation also reaching Half-Step Immortal, belonging to the same era as those Immortals.

In terms of seniority and strength, he was capable of mediating the conflict between Celestial Sword Mountain and Ten Thousand Dragon Nest, preventing major chaos.

"Unexpected to see you here, Daoist Xuan Yuan, what preparations have you made for today’s event?" Mr. John inquired.

The dragon slain event was known long before, inevitably resolving with Celestial Sword Mountain conceding, offering compensation and apology to Ten Thousand Dragon Nest.

"The truth is the sole standard for judgment, Daoist Xuan Yuan, do you possess the truth?"

Another individual approached, an American magnate at the Half-Step Immortal level, Holy Spear Judgment.

America’s Immortals include the God of Wealth and Forest God, then several Half-Step Immortals below, a tier unimaginably powerful, able to decide the fate of millions.

One of them was Holy Spear Judgment, wielding the holy spear to quell numerous internal disturbances in America, thus earning the title Holy Spear Judgment.

Upon hearing these words, Old John nodded slightly, "Indeed, things should be as they are, wrongs acknowledged, only thus can Earth’s civilization remain orderly and stable."

Yet, sometimes truth is genuine, sometimes merely what we perceive, sometimes just what others want us to perceive.

Xuanyuan Celestial Venerable’s gaze turned slightly to Celestial Desolate Sword Venerable, who smiled broadly, saying, "If unprepared, we wouldn’t go so grandly."

If Celestial Sword Mountain were indeed at fault, handling it quietly would help salvage some face.

But since it’s Long Wudao’s deceit, Celestial Sword Mountain won’t shy away from drawing their swords, as Celestial Sword Mountain cannot be trampled upon by just anyone.

Seeing Celestial Desolate Sword Venerable so confident, Mr. John and Holy Spear Judgment hesitated briefly, then laughed.

It seems today, there will be quite a grand spectacle.