Stronger from Earth

"What a Cyan Emperor, what an Earth Civilization!"

Diyang Zhenyi, leader of the Celestial Divine Realm, clapped his hands in admiration, showing respect befitting a strong figure at the Peak of Immortal.

The strong leaders of Earth Civilization possess the heart of an Inner Saint and Outer King, shouldering heavy responsibilities without fear or hardship, carving wide paths for future generations, holding up a sky for their civilization.

Such acts of the Saint King, how magnificent!

He, Diyang Zhenyi, along with the immortals of the Celestial Divine Realm, had truly underestimated the strong leaders of Earth Civilization in the past.

To open everlasting peace, such a grand ambition belongs to what kind of hero.

Those with strong cultivation, a powerful spirit, and vast aspirations, having any one of the three, can achieve excellence.

And before us, the Cyan Emperor and the immortals of Earth Civilization almost possess all three.

Any one of them, given time to grow, will surely become a dominator among the various races in the cosmos.

The Cyan Emperor, dressed in imperial cyan and yellow robes, glanced at Diyang Zhenyi, unfazed by the other’s praise, despite having enough reasons to be proud.

Slight worry arose within him, but he quickly suppressed it.

Diyang Zhenyi, with exceptional cultivation, saw his unparalleled glory and could generously praise him, not stingy with his admiration.

With such breadth of mind, surely he is no ordinary figure.

Indeed, the Cyan Emperor rides the times and shapes them too, how could the other not forge a strong heart during his long lifespan?

The Cyan Emperor replied, "Your kind words are excessive, friend. The path is long and arduous, I have but gathered some blessings of the Heavenly Dao, what is there to praise?"

The Heavenly Dao is high and far, difficult to reach, seekers sit and discuss it, realizing the vastness of heaven and earth, expanding each other’s scope.

I wonder what supreme Dao you practice, friend. May I have the fortune to witness it?"

The Cyan Emperor pushed the conversation to Diyang Zhenyi, needing to buy time, uncertain of Diyang Zhenyi’s attitude.

Yet Diyang Zhenyi laughed heartily, "How generous, friend, presenting your Dao from shallow to deep, then simplifying to complex for me to observe, your candor is admirable.

I dare not decline, lest Earth Civilization looks down on the Celestial Divine Realm."

Our Diyang Clan cultivates the Extreme Yang Bloodline, cultivators endowed with limitless strength and endless Qi and blood, masculine and brilliant, at the pinnacle of cultivation, becoming a human-form Golden Crow.

..."

Diyang Zhenyi, without reservation, openly demonstrated his cultivation’s Dao, leaving the crowd mesmerized.

The Cyan Emperor knew the opportunity was precious, with a gesture, he moved his descendant Li Daoming to the scene.

"Feel the five aggregates, ponder in your mind, refrain from excessive words," the Cyan Emperor instructed Li Daoming to listen and watch intently.

"Know and understand the Dao, realize the action from non-action, Daoming knows," Li Daoming said and focused on watching the Peak of Immortal Diyang Zhenyi evolve his Dao.

With each breath, he became immersed, like spring breeze caressing the earth, all known subtly yet abundantly filled within his bosom.

Cultivation makes one lose track of time, absorbed in the Dao, everyone was engrossed, not sensing time slip away.

In a flash, half a day had passed.

An expanse of transforming laws, from real to illusory, finally dissipated, when it vanished, all felt a sense of loss.

If only one could remain immersed in the Dao eternally, what a wonderful life that would be, but even the most beautiful things scatter like flowing sand.

Diyang Zhenyi looked at the sky, one day was coming to an end.

He said, "You said to keep me for a day, the day is done, what now?"

The saying goes, courtesy first, then soldiers. His courtesy was abundant, another misstep means it’s time for contention.

In terms of strength, the Cyan Emperor alone, even with extraordinary talent and insight, would still be insufficient.

The Cyan Emperor sighed long, "Friend, your Extreme Yang Bloodline is so mighty, yet your clash with me would be tremendous, today is naturally not the time."

However, I have a descendant, though he is thirty, his cultivation is decent, and he inherits my Dao.

Your and my descendants may battle, fulfilling a wish.

After this battle, friend can leave on your own, I will certainly not obstruct."

He glanced at Li Daoming, the one immersed in the Path of Extreme Yang, who opened his eyes and asked his ancestor, "Will I win?"

This battle, should I win?

From a certain perspective, Li Daoming’s words were extremely arrogant, he asked if he should win, meaning if he wants to win he will win, wanting to lose he naturally can too.

"Do the utmost," the Cyan Emperor calmly said.

This was a challenging phrase, as the word "utmost" contained many nuances.

But Li Daoming understood.

He stood up, dusted nonexistent dirt from his robe, bearing three parts elegance, three parts mischief, and four parts arrogance.

"Who will fight me?" Li Daoming knew that today he could only use the Path of Life against his opponents, winning or losing did not matter.

Diyang Wushuang wanted to step forward, but then shook his head.

Diyang Zhenyi said, "The prodigies of my clan surpass him by two great realms, such a battle would indeed be unfair.

Instead, this young lady from the Night Sea Race has a cultivation level comparable to your descendant, why not let them duel?"

The Cyan Emperor nodded, though his mind was awash with countless thoughts.

From the attitude of the immortals in the Celestial Divine Realm, it was clear that their visit to Earth was not a show of might, nor a signal for war.

On the contrary, they were deliberately controlling the atmosphere of the conversation between both sides, neither wanting it too tense nor too close.

Friend or foe, what was their purpose in this?

The Night Sea Race, in the Celestial Divine Realm, was originally one of the oldest races, once ruling the entire world.

Unfortunately, when the Celestial God Race appeared, they became second-ranked, and later with the sudden rise of the Diyang Clan, they had become third.

The Night Sea White Tiger was aware of Diyang Zhenyi’s identity and status, even without the admonitions of the clan elders, she knew what to do.

She held a trident, her eyes burning fiercely as she stared at Li Daoming. As a rare young person in the Celestial Divine Realm to reach the Divine Infant limit, though it took her a hundred years, her combat power was astounding.

Li Daoming, barehanded, beckoned with a finger, appearing slightly flippant, "Come, let me witness your female prowess."

He stretched out his hand, and his internal qi and blood surged out, transforming into a hundred-zhang tall Cyan Dragon, carrying a vast life force, and rushed towards the opponent.

...

In the blink of an eye, more than an hour had passed.

The Night Sea White Tiger was unstoppable, one strike repelled the Cyan Dragon, three strikes chopped off its horns, ten strikes destroyed its body.

With each of these ten strikes, she gave her all, but that qi blood Cyan Dragon was incredibly bizarre, and only with absolute power could it be overwhelmed and extinguished, otherwise it could not be killed.

Unfortunately, the qi blood Cyan Dragon she killed was already the one hundred and fifth, and if not for her possessing a unique treasure that could continuously replenish her energy, she would have long been exhausted.

But seeing only three remaining hundred-zhang tall Cyan Dragons beside Li Daoming, she was infuriated, and a storm surged even within her vast oceanic chest.

"If you’re a man with a bit of guts, fight me up close!" the Night Sea White Tiger angrily said.

Li Daoming replied, "How can I let you ruin my purity?"

The Night Sea White Tiger sneered, "You originally had one hundred and eight Cyan Dragons by your side, and now only three remain, I see your blood and qi waning, now you are nothing but a spent force, is it still interesting?

Why not save some Primordial Qi and fight me one on one!"

Diyang Zhenyi, who had kept his eyes closed the whole time, seemed indifferent to the duel, he just said, "Make it quick."

Human patience is limited.

The Night Sea White Tiger could not be bothered to speak further, her belly full of rage, she charged at Li Daoming once again.

With one strike, her Primordial Qi shook the surroundings for a hundred miles, the momentum was truly astonishing.

Moments later, the expected happened and the remaining three Cyan Dragons were slain.

The Night Sea White Tiger was about to strike again, to cut off Li Daoming’s head, but saw him retreat a thousand zhang.

"I am not skilled in killing, only strong in vitality and life force, now that my qi and blood are insufficient, continuing to fight is nothing but self-inflicted hardship.

This duel today, I admit defeat."

Li Daoming cupped his hands in acknowledgment of defeat.

As for whether what he said was true, it did not matter, what was important was that he had delayed this group for more than an hour.

"You!"

The Night Sea White Tiger was furious, such a victory was stifling, producing no feeling of joy in triumph.

"Let’s go."

Diyang Zhenyi said lightly, glancing at Li Daoming, and slightly clasped his hands to the Cyan Emperor.

Then, he pointed a finger, and a rainbow-colored long bridge stretched straight to the Immortal Martial Mountain, and without looking back, they departed with the group.

The end of the long bridge was a White Jade Square, where Immortal Qi drifted and numerous immortals stood.

Immortal Martial Mountain was within reach, but it was unknown what kind of presence the strong among Immortal Martial Mountain would be.

However, for the purpose of this journey, their attitude was not as conciliatory, only with an overwhelming force and certain victory attitude, demonstrating the demeanor of the strong in the Celestial Divine Realm, could they awe the Immortal Martial Mountain!

Li Daoming paid no heed to the earlier battle, his mind always pondering over the Path of Extreme Yang, he was evidently more interested in it than in dueling with a young lady.

"Uninteresting?" The Cyan Emperor casually asked.

Li Daoming nodded, "Very uninteresting, if I randomly borrowed the Heaven and Earth Seal of the Unparalleled Sword Immortal for one strike, the outcome could be decided in an instant."

"Undefeated in the same realm, makes combat feel rather dull for you indeed." The Cyan Emperor was unconcerned, added, "Then focus on your enlightenment."