Yuan’s Ascension

Chapter 1251: Rampage Without Restraint (2)

In the dim vastness of the void, a figure clothed in fiery red robes streaked through space at tremendous speed—the true self of True Saint Mu Jiang.

Almost there. He muttered to himself. He hasn’t fully deciphered it yet. Mu Jiang could already perceive the scene billions of li away, where the enormous Chaos Orichalcum vein still remained unmoved.

Beside the vein towered a figure standing a million li in height. He appeared increasingly menacing the closer Mu Jiang approached.

Mastering the Eternal Matter Body to a large degree? Mu Jiang pondered. To act so brazenly, he likely possesses Peak True Saint strength, perhaps even Full True Saint power. He approached with considerable wariness, as his own power barely reached Peak True Saint level.

Mu Jiang was not overly eager to risk himself unnecessarily. Had he been confident, he wouldn’t have transmitted the news to his fellow True Saints, preferring instead to engage alone. A solo victory would have allowed him to monopolize the credit and resulting merits.

Nevertheless, he was currently the only True Saint who could arrive in a short time.

Secret art! He gave a mental command. Incarnation Puppet!

Instantly, an enormous figure burst forth beside him. It was an alligator-like puppet stretching over ten thousand li long, emanating a terrifying aura. This puppet was created using one of Mu Jiang’s special puppet secret arts. After much research, he had combined a portion of his Saint body with a puppet to create an incarnation that could venture forth in place of his true self.

The cost was substantial. If destroyed, not only would the puppet be lost, but his true self’s soul would suffer severe damage. Yet it provided a critical buffer of safety for his true self.

Go! Mu Jiang directed, pointing toward the distant target. This incarnation puppet can unleash Threshold True Saint strength, and its body possesses exceptional durability and self-preservation capabilities. It should be enough to probe the enemy’s strength.

His thoughts remained optimistic. If this thief’s strength proves lacking, my true self will intervene to eliminate him.

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Billions of li away in the void, the Chaos Orichalcum vein stretched across space, though the aura emanating from it steadily diminished as Wu Yuan rapidly deciphered its essence. Once fully processed, it was equivalent to him claiming ownership, allowing him to store it easily within his grotto-heaven.

Over seventy percent deciphered, almost complete. Wu Yuan murmured, intensely aware that each moment of delay increased the likelihood of Immortal Court True Saints arriving to challenge him.

Suddenly, his senses prickled. Hmm? Wu Yuan instantly detected two auras rapidly approaching. One was extraordinarily powerful, likely a True Saint’s true self, while the other was somewhat weaker.

Wu Yuan’s perceptive abilities far exceeded those of ordinary True Saints. However, the Twin Purple Mountain region was packed with detection and concealment arrays established by Immortal Court powerhouses, placing him at a disadvantage compared to True Saint Mu Jiang’s familiarity with the territory.

A moment later, a thunderous roar echoed through the void.

“Roar!”

The silhouette of a gigantic alligator, ten thousand li long, streaked through the emptiness. It opened its cavernous maw to speak: “I do not know your identity, Fellow Daoist, but this Chaos Orichalcum vein belongs to our Immortal Court. Cease your actions immediately.”

“Your Immortal Court’s treasure?” Wu Yuan sneered derisively. “Everything in this Chaos Void is unclaimed. By whose authority do you declare it the Immortal Court’s property?

“You claim it’s yours? Why not call out to it and see if the vein acknowledges your ownership?”

“You’re courting death,” growled Mu Jiang’s consciousness from the giant alligator, recognizing the ridicule. “This is my Immortal Court’s territory. Therefore, any treasure discovered here rightfully belongs to us.”

His voice dripped with killing intent: “If you desist now, you may still leave with your life intact. Otherwise, this place shall become your grave.”

“Haha!” Wu Yuan’s laughter rang out with arrogant disdain. “Kill me? I’ve lost count of the number of people who wish to see me dead. You don’t even dare to confront me with your true self, yet you presume to threaten me?”

His voice rose to a roar: “Get lost!”

Wu Yuan’s barbs struck at Mu Jiang’s pride, thoroughly enraging him. Moreover, Mu Jiang could sense that Wu Yuan had almost completed the deciphering process. His patience finally snapped.

“Roar!” Mu Jiang directed the giant alligator puppet to charge forth. It streaked through the void like a bolt of black lightning, pouncing toward Wu Yuan.

A cold glint flashed in Wu Yuan’s eyes. Had his opponent remained at a distance, Wu Yuan would have struggled to harm him while simultaneously deciphering the essence. But to charge directly at him? Pure foolishness.

Boom! As the giant alligator rushed in ferociously, its massive jaws about to clamp down on Wu Yuan’s arm, Wu Yuan finally moved.

“Hah!” He thrust out his left palm, the size of a great mountain, smashing it toward the alligator puppet with incredible speed and ferocity. Though it looked like a simple slap, it channeled the profundities of Wu Yuan’s self-created Dao, unleashing unimaginable power.

Thwack! The palm struck with lightning speed, connecting with the body of the giant alligator puppet. The instant it made contact, the strike unleashed a powerful suction force.

Boom! In the blink of an eye, the imposing alligator puppet violently exploded and dissipated into nothingness.

Eternal Ultimate Technique—Palm World.

This was the ultimate sealing technique Wu Yuan had personally created. Through hundreds of millions of years of secluded cultivation, he had refined it to True Saint level, imbuing it with limitless destructive potential.

What? Mu Jiang gasped in shock. One palm strike completely shattered my giant alligator puppet? This level of power is on par with a Peak True Saint, and he didn’t even use artifacts! This—!

He finally comprehended his opponent’s true strength. To destroy a Threshold True Saint-level puppet with a single move?

This terrified Mu Jiang so thoroughly that he dared not get any closer, only watching anxiously from a safe distance of hundreds of millions of li away.

Merely two breaths later, Wu Yuan completed his work, finally controlling the essence of the ore mountain.

With a casual wave of his hand, the massive ore mountain offered no further resistance, instantly vanishing into his possession.

It’s mine. Wu Yuan sighed with relief. Despite minor complications, the operation had proceeded relatively smoothly.

He deciphered it…This is a disaster. Mu Jiang thought anxiously. Had the deciphering process still been underway, he might have been able to drive away his opponent and secure the ore vein.

But now, with the ore vein collected by his opponent, only one path remained for the Immortal Court powerhouses to obtain this treasure—they would have to kill him.

Hurry up and get here! True Saint Mu Jiang paced anxiously, his robes fluttering around him as he extended his perception to his maximum range. True Saint Yan Huo and the others are still so far away?

Sweat beaded on his forehead as he monitored Wu Yuan’s distant presence.

Suddenly, Mu Jiang’s face blanched, his pupils contracting with disbelief. What? He’s actually charging toward me? A cold knot formed in his stomach. Could he be trying to kill me?

The notion seemed absurd. Had this mysterious True Saint lost his mind? The logical move would be to escape. He had already secured the ore vein treasure. Why would he abandon safety to launch an offensive?

Boom! Having stored away his prize, Wu Yuan’s speed soared to its peak. He tore through the darkness of the void like a meteor, straight toward True Saint Mu Jiang. In truth, Wu Yuan hadn’t identified his target. After all, how many True Saints had he ever encountered face-to-face? But confirmation that this was an Immortal Court True Saint was all he required.

Who cares who he is? Wu Yuan thought, his battle lust rising with each passing moment. Just kill them all.

Murderous intent radiated from him in waves as he accelerated. The heart of the Immortal Court’s territory? Hmph! The Immortal Court hasn’t even established a stable stronghold in the Ninth Chaos Void. There can’t be that many True Saint true selves here. As long as I don’t enter Twin Purple Mountain, the danger remains manageable.

How many True Saints could they possibly field? Ten? Twenty? A savage smile split his face. Bring it on! Each one I eliminate brings their numbers down. His decision to attack had crystallized instantly after securing the treasure.

And he would begin by slaughtering this Immortal Court True Saint before him.

Without a moment’s hesitation, True Saint Mu Jiang whirled and fled, his form blurring as he raced toward True Saint Yan Huo’s position.

This madman is terrifyingly strong. Mu Jiang’s heart hammered. He must possess some great advantage to dare attack me. There’s no point in facing him alone. I just need to delay until True Saint Yan Huo arrives. Together, we can bring him down.

A sound plan, but Mu Jiang had gravely miscalculated one critical factor: Wu Yuan’s speed.

Boom! Boom! As thunderous explosions ripped through the dark void, countless Immortal Court powerhouses stationed throughout the region sensed the disturbance. Two mighty True Saints were locked in a deadly chase, one pursuing, one fleeing. And the pursuer was gaining ground at a rapid rate.

Eight hundred times the speed of light? True Saint Mu Jiang’s mind reeled in shock. He had been led to believe Wu Yuan’s maximum velocity was five hundred times light speed, as reported by the six Saints in their intelligence briefing.

Wu Yuan’s normal flight speed was indeed five hundred times light speed. But now, a pair of obsidian wings had unfurled from his back—Xiantian Instrument wings, Duskweave! These wings enhanced Wu Yuan’s ether body’s manipulation of spacetime, transforming his already formidable speed into something truly monstrous.

Though separated by hundreds of millions of li initially, the gap closed in mere moments.

“Fleeing?” Wu Yuan’s voice was colder than the void itself. “You think you can escape?” His eyes narrowed to frozen slits as he finally unleashed his attack.

The saber in his hand whistled as it sliced through space. Countless bizarre blade rays materialized in the void, coalescing with frightening speed. They stirred up endless chaotic qi streams before converging into a single blade ray that cleaved toward True Saint Mu Jiang.

Upon laying eyes on the slash, Mu Jiang’s expression shifted from fear to confusion. This saber technique… His brow furrowed. Why does it feel so familiar? Something about the attack style triggered a distant memory, as though he had witnessed this saber technique before.

But contemplation was a luxury he couldn’t afford.

“Hydropyre Synthesis,” Mu Jiang roared, his power erupting in desperation. Two streams of brilliance burst from his body, transforming into enormous mythical beasts as they soared forward.

The first creature resembled a fiery red jiaolong, wreathed in dancing flames that scorched the void. The second manifested as a sapphire-blue jiaolong, churning up towering water dragons in its wake. The twin jiaolongs intertwined, their combined might overwhelming as they rushed to intercept Wu Yuan’s blade ray.

Boom! The collision of their self-created Daos produced a sound that seemed to crack reality itself. The two jiaolongs violently exploded, revealing a Xiantian Instrument weapon hidden within each one.

Boom! Boom! The shuttle-like Xiantian Instruments were violently hurled aside by the impact.

This? Mu Jiang’s face drained of color. Full True Saint level power? Genuine horror gripped him. In this direct confrontation, he found himself at an absolute disadvantage.

Without further thought, True Saint Mu Jiang’s form blurred as he frantically fled deeper into the void. The two Xiantian Instrument shuttles carved through space, returning to his grasp before transforming back into jiaolongs and launching outward.

“You think you can fight while fleeing?” Wu Yuan’s voice rang with cold amusement. “Suppress.”

Boom! In an instant, the already endless darkness of the void grew even more oppressive. Streams of black qi and white qi spontaneously materialized from nothingness.

Rumble! Countless strands of black and white energy erupted outward, interweaving in complex patterns to envelop a radius spanning tens of millions of li. The energies formed an enormous black and white vortex that radiated shocking binding force and crushing power.

This was Wu Yuan’s new eternal ultimate technique—Chiaroscuro Domain. This domain-type eternal ultimate technique represented the culmination of his body refiner self’s countless years of effort.

Black symbolized destruction!

White embodied creation!

Together they interwove and fused, capable of both containing all things and annihilating all existence, rendering the domain unimaginably formidable.