Chapter 338 - 326: Sudden Descent (3/3)
Both being in the Divine Infant Realm, the difference in momentum between the Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch and Saint Yangtian was significant!
Just as Helian Dong said, during Ancient Times when the Martial Path was at its zenith, individuals of the same realm were incredibly formidable. Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch exuded an aggressive aura, showing no concern for facing Saint Yangtian, who was of the same realm. Despite verbally expressing some semblance of respect, his actions were aggressively domineering.
Who would have expected that the Poisonous Blood Sect, long thought to be in decline, still had an old ancestor from the Divine Infant Realm who had preserved himself using Temporal Origin Liquid! In these dwindling days of the Martial Path, a Divine Infant Realm Heavenly Monarch could indeed reign supreme.
Saint Yangtian’s face revealed a hint of anger as he said, "If you don’t leave promptly, then prepare for a battle with me!"
"Hahaha, it seems you won’t shed a tear until you see the coffin. Then, let me show you what a true gap is!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch launched a palm strike, and countless streams of black water surged from all directions toward Saint Yangtian.
The black water transformed into numerous poisonous snakes, baring their fangs and emitting a dark and sinister poison, covering the sky and sun, terrifyingly formidable.
"Rise!" Saint Yangtian shouted fiercely, his hands forming innumerable Dharma Seals as a swath of golden light shimmered, casting towards the black snakes.
"Yang Tian, although you are also in the Third Layer Heaven of the Divine Infant Realm, your Divine Sense is far from as powerful as mine! After shedding the mortal coil, a Martial Artist cultivates Divine Sense, and you are far behind me!" Blood-Soaked Heavenly Monarch laughed wildly as the black aura expanded, completely overshadowing the golden light.
Saint Yangtian snorted coldly, his body radiating with golden light as he powerfully launched an attack, a golden longsword appearing in his hand. It was not a physical weapon, but rather a manifestation of his Divine Sense, atop his head, a deity appeared, wielding a short golden sword. With every slash and wave, streaks of Sword Qi flew across the sky in a dance of destruction.
From the moment one’s deity is formed at the Third Layer Heaven of Spirit Sea, each person defines the embryonic shape of their deity. Upon entering the Nascent Soul Realm, the deity takes the form of an egg, and only when one reaches the Divine Infant Realm does it hatch and grow with the advancement of their realm.