Chapter 477: Shamanic Divine Art (I)
Chapter 477: Shamanic Divine Art (I)
A deafening roar rang out. As Lin Zheyu stamped down, a terrifying force erupted. With every step he took, the ground beneath him trembled, the entire land shaking in response. This was power taken to the extreme, driving his body forward at full force without restraint, leaving immense destruction in its wake.Powerful true origin surged through his meridians. Within his blood vessels, blood filled with immense energy flowed rapidly, producing a thunderous roar. As his strength grew and his physique transformed, his true origin was no longer Lin Zheyu's sole source of power. A martial artist's true power lay in the body itself, and the power of that physique was closely tied to the blood, muscles, skin, and bones.
Blood was the most fundamental source of energy for a martial artist. Whether it was a martial artist's true strength or Lin Zheyu's true origin, both were merely transitional forms. This was displayed most clearly in Bai Lin. When Lin Zheyu fought him, he realized that Bai Lin's greatest power came from fully unlocking the divine treasury within his body, releasing his latent potential, and unleashing the strength of his physique.
That overwhelming blood qi had reached an astonishing level. However, for the current Lin Zheyu, his true origin still remained the most powerful source of energy within his body, aside from the mysterious golden energy. The foundation he had built in the Blood Qi realm and the Marrow Refining realm was simply too extraordinary. As a result, the true origin he cultivated possessed a terrifying quality and strength.
Even after several transformations of his physique, the energy in his blood had risen again and again, yet it still fell short of his true origin. Perhaps only after he unlocked the divine treasury within his body and underwent another transformation would the energy in his blood completely surpass and crush the power of true origin.
"There!"
Lin Zheyu moved at incredible speed. At seven times the speed of sound, he reached the ambushing shaman in the blink of an eye. The man looked to be in his thirties or forties. He wore a robe made from the fur of some unknown exotic beast, with a hood covering his face so his features could not be seen. As he rapidly approached, the man's expression remained completely calm.
"Die!" Lin Zheyu's voice rang out, cold and merciless.
True origin erupted within him. With a sweep of his right hand, a blade of light flashed through the darkness like lightning, its cold edge slashing straight toward the man's neck without hesitation. Seeing this, the man tapped his foot lightly and retreated swiftly. As he moved back, his body began to blur, as if it were turning into an intangible bubble.
The man parted his lips slightly and slowly uttered two words, "Confuse! Dream!"
Though he spoke slowly, the words reached Lin Zheyu's ears the instant he made his move. As the voice faded, the man's body turned illusory. Like a bubble, it burst with a soft pop and vanished into the endless darkness. Only then did Lin Zheyu's sharp blade arrive, slicing through the raging wind.
Lin Zheyu's eyes narrowed slightly. "What kind of power is this!"