Chapter 1663
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Suddenly, a gap opened up in the void of the ancient battlefield and a green-robed cultivator entered in a flash. He had delicate features and was none other than the Araki Takeshi Patriarch, Su Zimo!
The surroundings were barren – it was a desert without any signs of life.
Su Zimo released his spirit consciousness and sensed carefully.
Indeed, the ancient battlefield was different from Tianhuang Mainland.
The ancient battlefield was a world of its own and within this world, there were remnant powers of many divine powers that did not dissipate throughout the ages and possessed a powerful might!
If a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure were to enter, their bodies would not be able to withstand the pressure and would be squeezed into a blood mist, dying!
A gigantic golden scroll hovered in the skies of the ancient battlefield – it was the Divine Ability Ranking that had once descended upon Enigma Palace to suppress the ferocious races!
Although the ancient battlefield was extremely vast, one could see the Divine Ability Ranking in the skies from every corner of the battlefield.
That was the center of the entire ancient battlefield!
Right now, Su Zimo was only at early-stage Mahayana and was in no hurry to fight for a spot on the Divine Ability Ranking.
Right now, the most important thing for him was to comprehend as many Lesser Divine Abilities as he could and temper his Qinglian True Body continuously.
As long as he could comprehend enough Lesser Divine Abilities, he could attempt to comprehend Greater Divine Abilities!
To begin with, the Creation Qinglian True Body nurtured some divine powers. There were Lesser Divine Abilities, Greater Divine Abilities and even a supreme divine ability, Endless Vitality!
Of course, the process was a gradual one.
No matter how talented Su Zimo was, he could not comprehend a supreme divine ability and become an emperor directly.
Su Zimo intended to roam around first to see if he could find some Lesser Divine Abilities to comprehend and cultivate.
Su Zimo did not distinguish the direction and advanced in the desert.
Every single grain of sand and rock in the ancient battlefield could contain some sort of divine ability. Su Zimo walked extremely slowly and did not search his surroundings with his spirit consciousness.
Before long, a stone stele appeared in front of him!
The stone stele was sliced in half by some sort of divine weapon and the cut was extremely smooth.
The remaining half of the stone stele was carved with some runes that were clearly surging with the power of divine abilities!
There was a minor divine ability imprinted on the stone tablet!
Su Zimo looked at the stone tablet from afar with a calm expression. Suddenly, a mocking look flashed across the depths of his eyes as he walked towards the stone tablet.
As he approached the stele, Su Zimo looked at it with rapt attention.
The runes on the stone stele twisted and turned. Every crevice of the runes exuded an extremely ferocious aura, as if evil spirits and devils were baring their fangs and brandishing their claws, rushing out of the stone stele!
Suddenly!
Su Zimo felt as if the desert around him had disappeared. He felt as if he had fallen into hell. His surroundings were dark and bloody, and he was surrounded by countless fiends!
Su Zimo's expression was perplexed, as if he had fallen into hell and was unable to extricate himself.
All of a sudden!
A piercingly cold killing intent burst forth from Su Zimo's body!
"Hmph!"
Su Zimo sneered, and his eyes regained their clarity. He condensed his Soul Consciousness, and the hellish scene around him disappeared.
Su Zimo stomped his foot heavily!
Boom!
There was a deafening sound!
A gigantic pit was created in the desert beneath him with a single stomp. Sand and gravel flew everywhere as a figure appeared, wielding a sword.
The blade of the sword pierced Su Zimo's sole coincidentally!
A cruel glint flashed through the figure's eyes.
In his opinion, his sword was enough to pierce through Su Zimo's sole!
Clang!
Before that thought was finished, he heard a crisp sound.
Not only did his sword not manage to pierce Su Zimo's sole, it even let out the sound of metal clashing.
His sword was bent, as if it had stabbed against an impenetrable wall. Its glow dimmed and it almost snapped!
"Ah!"
That person's expression changed and his figure flashed, arriving on the other side of Su Zimo. He narrowed his eyes and sized up Su Zimo without saying anything.
Su Zimo's gaze shifted and landed on that person.
It was a skinny cultivator who was less than ten feet tall, like a dwarf.
Early-stage Mahayana.
The cultivators in the ancient battlefield were Mahayana Patriarchs with the lowest cultivation realms!
"Why do you want to kill me when there's no feud between us?"
Su Zimo asked coldly.
"Heh!"
The skinny cultivator sneered, "How can you still be so naive after cultivating to the Mahayana realm? There's no reason for all the fighting and killing in the cultivation world!"
In reality, there was indeed a lesser divine power nurtured on the dilapidated stone stele.
However, the skinny cultivator did not leave after cultivating the lesser divine power. Instead, he guarded the dilapidated stone stele and waited for the other patriarchs to arrive.
If he did not feel confident, he would remain silent and not attack.
If he encountered a seemingly harmless early-stage Mahayana like Su Zimo, he would launch a sneak attack and kill the other party!
Through that method, the skinny patriarch managed to succeed a few times.
He even obtained a few lesser divine powers from other patriarchs that died!
Unfortunately, his opponent today was Su Zimo.
The moment he caught sight of the stone stele, Su Zimo's powerful spirit perception sensed danger!
"Young man, hand over the Dharma treasure on your feet. If you have any divine powers, hand them over as well and I can spare your life!"
The skinny patriarch said coldly.
In his opinion, Su Zimo must be wearing a Dharma treasure similar to a boot that was impenetrable and could even defend against his sword!
Su Zimo smiled and asked, "You don't recognize me?"
"I don't care who you are!"
The skinny patriarch sneered, "I've killed more than ten newbies who have just entered the Mahayana realm like you!"
"Is that so?"
Su Zimo nodded and said indifferently, "You'll pay with your life today then!"
Before he finished his sentence, Su Zimo's body flashed and his blood qi surged, bursting forth with rays of light. He reached out and grabbed the head of the skinny patriarch!
Psst!
The skinny patriarch's expression changed!
The power and aura released by Su Zimo's attack was way too strong. He felt as though a calamity was upon him and was alarmed!
Swash!
Without time to think, the skinny patriarch wielded the sword in his hand and channeled his blood qi at the same time, stabbing towards Su Zimo's palm!
Clang!
Another crisp sound echoed when the sword stabbed into Su Zimo's palm!
Ordinary Dharma treasures could not injure the true body of a Grade Eight Qinglian!
Su Zimo's expression was cold and his gaze was indifferent. He channeled strength in his palm and grabbed the sword, shaking it forcefully!
Crack! Crack!
A series of cracks appeared on the sword!
A tremendous power surged into the skinny patriarch's body.
The skinny patriarch shuddered as though he was struck by lightning. His palm tore and fresh blood dripped as he retreated continuously.
Su Zimo chased after him like a shadow!
"Hell Dao!"
The skinny patriarch hollered and released a lesser divine power!
The Hell Dao was also the lesser divine power on the stone stele.
There were many lesser divine powers and the Hell Dao was one of the strongest!
Su Zimo smiled gently and extended his palm slowly. In his palm was a green lotus!
(End of this chapter)
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