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Zuo Dao appeared like an ancient beast from the Primordial, crushing the Calamity Cloud beneath its foot as he arrived at the Peak of the God of Combat.
From the moment he set foot on the Peak of the God of Combat, he sensed that this place was filled with peculiarities. Adopting a "live and let live" attitude, he refrained from probing too deeply.
However, today, the existence of the Peak of the God of Combat touched his reverse scale. Whenever it involved those close to him, Zuo Dao would become incredibly ferocious and arrogant.
The Peak of the God of Combat was not particularly large, but it was situated at a considerable distance from Chaos City.
Surrounded by a vast wilderness, a solitary stone platform lay in the midst. The platform was small, merely about ten feet square. From the outside, it appeared utterly ordinary, its surface covered in signs of weathering.
Yet Zuo Dao knew that this stone platform was far from ordinary. Approaching it closely, he did not take time to examine it; instead, he struck it directly with a punch.
"Bang."
A tremendous sound erupted as Zuo Dao's strike hit the stone platform, causing its surface to shed layers of stone skin, revealing its hidden true form.
"Don't think that just because you’re disguised I won't know who you are." A fierce light flashed in Zuo Dao's eyes as he stared at the platform. He was extremely irritated at this moment, and his words inadvertently slipped back into his past life’s tone.
At this point, the stone skin on the surface had mostly fallen away. This strike seemed quite ordinary, but Zuo Dao knew that if he hadn't seen through the weak points of this platform and identified the formation's core laid upon it, even a half-formed Celestial Immortal would need to strike several times to achieve such an effect.
Now fully revealed, a stone door engraved with countless stars and adorned with Divine Patterns appeared before Zuo Dao.
Though this stone door could only accommodate an infant's passage, Zuo Dao dared not approach it carelessly.
Celestial Cultivation, body and spirit refining. This represented an extreme in cultivation; in the beginning chaos, yin and yang were first established, and the path of Celestial Beings represented these two forces—immortals as yang and deities as yin.
Zuo Dao did not know who had set this stone door, but he was certain that it was not placed here by anyone who would soon appear.
"The Divine Realm truly is ambitious; they have already laid down a Divine Gate here. If there were no ulterior motives, why go to such lengths to conceal it?" Looking at the Divine Gate, Zuo Dao scoffed.
"Hmph, even an ant that cannot be considered an immortal dares to speak so boldly." A voice emanated from within the stone door, accompanied by footsteps echoing.
It felt as if stepping upon a node of this world resonated with the earth itself. The arrival of a deity plunged the Great Celestial Domain into an instant state of collapse.
"Let me go back." Zuo Dao, witnessing the scene, couldn't help but throw another punch at the stone gate.
"Boom!"
A loud noise echoed as a figure appeared within the Divine Gate. Though the figure was small, it exuded an immense presence.
The person was clad in golden armor, wielding a pair of axes, everything about them was a miniature version.
The individual attempted to step out from the Divine Gate, but Zuo Dao would not allow it. As soon as this person crossed the threshold of the Divine Gate, they would face the complete collapse of the Great Celestial Domain.
In fact, this situation was also caused by Zuo Dao. If he hadn't led the Heterodox to collectively Transcend Tribulation, the Restriction above the Divine Gate wouldn't have been triggered, allowing for a slight opportunity for personnel to teleport over.
Zuo Dao struck again, unleashing his will. His fist surged with power, like a sharp arrow aimed directly at the Divine Gate.
However, a flash of axe light appeared, and Zuo Dao felt a sharp pain in his fist; his attack was shattered by the opponent's axe strike, leaving a gash on his knuckles.
Though momentarily stung by pain, Young Master Zuo's subordinates were undeterred; they retracted their fists and struck again. This time, their punch transformed into a massive hammer aimed at the Divine Gate.
The figure raised their axe once more, not to counter Zuo Dao's attack but to cleave directly toward Young Master Zuo's head. Given the solidity of the Divine Gate, that person had no belief that Zuo Dao could destroy it with a single punch.
A flash of blood illuminated the air; although Zuo Dao's attack landed solidly, it only caused a slight tremor in the Divine Gate, which remained unscathed. However, he narrowly avoided a fatal blow and was left with a wound across his chest.
Looking at the blood oozing from his chest, Zuo Dao couldn't help but smile.
"Not bad; you actually managed to injure me. It seems you are quite a character in the Divine Realm."
Hearing Young Master Zuo's words, the figure within the Divine Gate frowned. They knew that while their Flower-Manifesting Axe wasn't top-tier in the Divine Realm, combined with their own Divine Power, few could withstand an axe strike without sustaining serious injury.
"Giant Spirit God - Flower Tiger!?" Seeing the momentary daze on their opponent's face, Zuo Dao confirmed his thoughts.
"I never expected it would be you. You strike me with an axe; I will return your blow."
Young Master Zuo flipped his hand, and the long-lost Heartseeker Blade was already in his grasp.
"You should go back where you came from; this place is too dangerous." As he spoke, Young Master Zuo had already made his move.
The Heartseeker Blade transformed into a streak of light, slicing through the air and crossing the Divine Gate to strike the Giant Spirit Flower Tiger.
A single strike that shattered the void.
Breaking through the limits of space and time, this Slash pierced through countless years and moments at the weak point of this world. Between the earth and sky, there was nothing but the blade.
This was a blade of annihilation, a blade of time.
After the strike, Zuo Dao withdrew his hand, not even glancing back at the situation with the Divine Gate, turning away with his hands clasped behind him.
As he took his first step, a painful roar echoed from within the light gate, and several drops of golden blood splattered out, forming deep craters on the ground.
"The Blade God's strike that shatters the void—who are you?"
But at that moment, the Flower Tiger could no longer hear Zuo Dao's voice. Under the devastating blow, the entire Divine Gate began to crumble, and the celestial patterns inscribed upon it started to vanish.
Zuo Dao had not anticipated that there would be a Divine Gate atop the Peak of the God of Combat, hidden so well over such a long period. This unexpectedly boosted his confidence for this Transcend Tribulation. If it weren't for the severe damage to the Great Celestial Domain's path, how could such a thing have occurred?
The appearance of the Divine Gate also served as a wake-up call for Young Master Zuo; it seemed this game was far from ordinary. Just when he thought he was about to escape, he found himself sinking deeper into a mire.
The emergence of the Divine Gate caused a brief pause in the Great Celestial Domain's path. When facing stronger enemies, the primary target for any path must be the Divine Gate.
However, due to Zuo Dao's appearance, the Divine Gate existed for only a fleeting moment before being destroyed. This feeling of misused power was something even a path could not endure.
The entire Great Celestial Domain trembled as chaotic winds and thunder roared through the void.
The most unfortunate were those Transcend Tribulation Cultivators from the Five Continents, each one banished into the void, letting out furious roars of indignation.
Dao Intent Will cannot be violated; it is merely under the various means of Zuo Dao that the "Human Anger" Great Formation has been laid out, with Cultivator standing firm like a cornerstone amidst the raging sea.
Countless spears pointed towards the sky, and as each thunderball fell upon their tips, they transformed into a gentle stream of air that flowed beneath the feet of the gathered Cultivator.
The entire Transcendence Location was boiling, as Thunderfire Lightning wove intricate patterns that surged downward to strangle the Cultivator. Voices echoed throughout the cosmos, piercing the hearts of all. These sounds spread across the entire Great Star Domain, causing countless beings to turn their blood-red eyes skyward toward the Transcendence Location. More and more Great Stars seemed to be summoned, rushing toward the Transcendence Location, trailing brilliant light behind them.
At this moment, phantoms began to struggle out from various corners of the Great Celestial Domain. Each one wielded a blade and wore armor; if not for their bodies exhibiting a hazy hue, anyone would mistake them for an elite army.
These were the Cultivator from the celestial realm who had perished in ancient battles. Their existence was solely to protect this sacred land; even in death, their lingering will transformed their corpses into Immortal Corpse.
Countless Immortal Corpse converged into a torrent, charging toward the Transcendence Location amidst the terrified gazes of the Cultivator in the Great Celestial Domain.
Their purpose was to kill. Although the Divine Gate appeared only briefly, it still stirred their reactions. Even after its disappearance, the aura left behind lingered around Zuo Dao.
With his chest stained in blood, Zuo Dao staggered step by step toward the Transcendence Location, his wounds refusing to heal as blood flowed continuously like a river.
Though he had stopped Flower Tiger, it was clear that the strike had a deeper intention; injuring him was secondary. The true aim was to implant an aura from the divine realm within him. This divine essence was immensely powerful; even with Divine Power within him, he could not assimilate or eliminate it. Instead, it incessantly drained away a trace of his True Martial Source.
The ground was covered with Immortal Corpse, advancing toward the Transcendence Location. They were phantoms passing through countless Cultivator, forests, and towns, shooting straight toward their destination like arrows.
Walking through the void, blood flowed beneath Zuo Dao, forming a crimson path that stretched from the Peak of the God of Combat all the way to the Transcendence Location.
As he walked, a bitter smile crept onto his face. He never expected to be outmaneuvered in his own heart; yet he felt this loss was worth it. He gained further insight and understanding regarding the methods of the Divine Realm.
However, this time he was gravely injured; it was the first time his True Martial Body had been breached so thoroughly—almost to the point where even a trace of his Source was nearly destroyed.
Covered in blood and filth, no other Cultivator dared to block his path. He knew that continuing like this wasn't sustainable. Blood would eventually run dry; even with his unique constitution, he couldn't withstand such depletion—not to mention that there were brothers and sisters waiting for him ahead.
Yet at this moment, Zuo Dao's strength had diminished significantly. A golden aura swirled around his wounds, preventing them from healing. This aura definitely did not belong to Flower Tiger; there was something wrong with those axes.
Zuo Dao could hardly believe that a being bearing divine attributes like the Giant Spirit God would resort to such despicable tactics. What he did not realize was that he had long misjudged the Giant Spirit God. In the Divine Realm, every deity's weapon possessed such effects; they fought year after year over divine positions, employing every means at their disposal. If not for possessing Divine Power, his injuries would have been far worse.
With each step he took, a blood mark was left behind, yet his gaze grew increasingly bright. In the end, Zuo Dao strode forward with his head held high, his eyes sparkling like stars in the sky.
One axe for one knife, he felt he had not lost; he firmly believed that the injuries on the Giant Spirit Flower Tiger were far worse than his own. After all, he had not fallen beneath the opponent's axe, while the Giant Spirit Flower Tiger was thoroughly frightened by a single strike.
The punishment was still ongoing as Yan Zhen took the place previously occupied by Zuo Dao. At this moment, his body was already battered and bruised; he could feel a broken rib piercing into his lung with every breath, each inhalation bringing immense pain.
Yet his face still radiated a smile. The Great Guardian Sword was firmly gripped in his hand as he cleaved through the Tribulation Dragons.
The significant loss of blood caused various powers within Zuo Dao to resonate. Normally independent, the Essence now united surprisingly well, twisting together like a rope and rushing toward his wounds.
"Is this what you wanted?" Zuo Dao murmured to himself, devoid of great sorrow or joy. What mattered most to him now were the loved ones ahead.
The long-absent feeling of loneliness resurfaced due to the emptiness within him, but as soon as he thought of the group of relatives fighting ahead, he couldn't help but feel exhilarated, his blood boiling with fervor.
What had been a slow trickle of blood suddenly surged forth. Fueled by this rush of vitality, he charged into the Transcendence Location.
Yan Zhen saw it; the Seven Unruly Disciples saw it; the Nine Flows Generation saw it. Every cultivator present during the Transcend Tribulation witnessed Zuo Dao drenched in blood.
Their faces were filled with disbelief—not from disappointment but from anger. Zuo Dao's strength was not a secret among the Heterodox. Previously, when he had gone out to eliminate some troubles, no one expected him to return injured. What kind of powerful enemy could have fought him to such a degree?
Suddenly, they felt how gentle their current tribulation seemed in comparison. The Four Dragon Kings also cast puzzled glances; seeing Zuo Dao clad in blood elicited disdainful looks from them.
Zuo Dao quietly signaled to Yan Zhen that he was fine and then threw himself back into battle.
His appearance reignited fervor throughout the Transcendence Location. Here stood a group of remarkable individuals who, under the leadership of an unparalleled monster, had traversed in just over a hundred years what would take others ten thousand years to accomplish.
If it weren't for the incomplete paths in this realm, they might have reached their utmost potential and achieved that impossible transformation. Yet here they were, bound and restricted.
Zuo Dao stepped toward the pinnacle of the starry sea; winds rose and clouds swirled around him in this perilous environment filled with terrifying tribulations.
Every cultivator present was inspired by Zuo Dao's fearless spirit; light began to emanate from within each person. The higher Zuo Dao ascended, the more his blood boiled within him until it cascaded down like a waterfall of crimson from above.
No one had ever seen so much blood in a person's body, as if it was endless. Zuo Dao's face began to smile. Every drop of blood he spilled was mixed with a trace of the breath from the wound. When it fell in the air, it roared with the punishment, playing a Transcend Tribulation song. There was a fire burning in his body, burning Zhu's will and burning a big hole in the sea of stars. The Dragon King and others looked at the big hole, their eyes shining. Once upon a time, I had been dreaming about it a thousand times, and I was waiting for this moment. "If you don't leave now, how long will it take!" I don't know who it was, and the Cultivator of the Dragon Palace began to burn their own Celestial Essence. At the same time, everyone sacrificed a piece of dragon scale and threw it in the direction of the big hole. . Lines of light began to appear outside the large hole, hitting these scales. Zuo Dao looked at this scene from above and did not stop it. He knew that although these were all discussed before, Star Sea Dragon Palace obviously did not tell him the most important content. They treated him like a throwaway key. Without external guidance, even if you survive the tribulation, you will be exiled in the void. It is a world without time and color, and those with weak will will lose their original intention in an instant. Cultivator of Star Sea Dragon Palace did not speak to Zuo Dao, but just looked at him with a wary look. Everyone stepped on a piece of dragon scale and flew to the outside of the big hole. Figures passed by him, with excitement and a hint of ridicule in their eyes. In their opinion, Zuo Dao these people are just a bunch of fools. Zuo DaoMy heart is as calm as water, and I don’t care about these eyes at all. HeterodoxEveryone at this time has a kind of divine brilliance in their body. They are only one step away from achieving the immortal status. Aoxingyun was the last person to rush towards the entrance of the cave. At this time, the entrance of the cave had become extremely dangerous and might close in a few moments. It's just that he is confident that he can rush through even at the last moment. But before leaving, he also gave Zuo Dao a big gift. From the beginning of the cooperation, he disliked Zuo Dao. ZuoDao's indifference and ZuoDao's domineering attitude made him feel like a stab in his heart. Just as he jumped over Zuo Dao, he suddenly stepped on Zuo Dao's head. There was no need to rely on strength, but he just did more. The people below were furious when they saw this scene. Such a down-to-earth move left them with not only anger but also endless insults.
"Clang."
The Dao Sword rang out as Yan Zhen, filled with rage, struck with a powerful blow. Zuo Dao seemed to have anticipated this moment, drawing his weapon simultaneously to counter the attack.
A slash aimed at the head, a sword strike aimed at the waist.
But what terrified Aoxingyun the most was Yan Zhen's sword. Ignoring Zuo Dao's counterattack, he charged straight at Yan Zhen.
Yan Zhen had faith in Zuo Dao; no one could trample him underfoot. But he was furious, knowing that Zuo Dao would certainly give the opponent an explanation. Without hesitation, he swung his sword toward the large opening above Aoxingyun's head.
At that moment, Aoxingyun was filled with regret, wondering why he had to be so arrogant at such a critical juncture!
The sword shattered the air; Yan Zhen's strike was relentless, landing first on the gaping hole and shattering its edges.
Meanwhile, Zuo Dao's Heartseeker Blade and Soul-Devouring Sword entwined around him like lovers.
Suddenly, the world around him fell silent; the entire sea of stars spun before his eyes. Though Thunderfire Lightning flashed, his vision finally faded into darkness.
This world drifted far from him—silent, invisible, and undetectable. He could see nothing and hear nothing anymore.
Aoxingyun—perished!
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