Chapter 1673
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Suddenly, a tear appeared 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 Patriarch of Araki Takeshi, Su Zimo!
The surroundings were barren and desolate – it was a desert without any signs of life.
Su Zimo released his spirit consciousness and sensed carefully.
Indeed, this ancient battlefield was different from Tianhuang Mainland.
The ancient battlefield formed a world of its own. In this world, there were remnants of the power of divine powers that did not dissipate through the ages and had a strong might!
If a Conjoint Body Mighty Figure were to enter, their bodies would not be able to withstand the pressure and they would be crushed into a blood mist, dying!
A gigantic golden scroll hovered above the firmaments of the ancient battlefield – it was the Divine Powers Ranking that had descended upon Enigma Palace and suppressed the primordial races!
Although the ancient battlefield was extremely vast, one could see the Divine Powers Ranking above the firmaments from every corner of the battlefield.
That was also the center of the ancient battlefield!
Right now, Su Zimo was only at the early-stage Mahayana Realm and was in no hurry to fight for a spot on the Divine Powers Ranking.
Right now, the most important thing for him was to comprehend as many lesser divine powers as possible and temper Qinglian's true body continuously.
As long as he comprehended enough lesser divine powers, he could attempt to comprehend greater divine powers!
Qinglian was born with some divine powers to begin with. There were lesser divine powers, greater divine powers and even peerless divine powers that were endless!
Of course, the process was gradual.
Even if Su Zimo was extraordinarily talented, he could not comprehend a single peerless divine power to become an emperor.
Su Zimo intended to look around first and see if he could find some lesser divine powers to comprehend and cultivate.
Su Zimo did not distinguish the direction and continued forward in the desert.
Every single grain of sand and stone in the ancient battlefield could contain some sort of divine power. Su Zimo walked extremely slowly and scanned his surroundings with his spirit consciousness.
Before long, a stone stele appeared before him!
Half of the stone stele was sliced off by some sort of divine weapon and the cut was extremely smooth.
There were some words carved on the remaining half of the stone stele that were clearly surging with the power of divine powers!
There was a minor divine ability engraved on the stone tablet!
Su Zimo looked at the stone tablet from afar with a calm expression. Suddenly, a hint of mockery flashed in the depths of his eyes as he walked towards the stone tablet.
Su Zimo approached the stone tablet and examined it with rapt attention.
The runes on the stone tablet were twisted and curved, and every crack was filled with a ferocious aura. It was as if there were evil spirits baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they charged out of the stone tablet!
Suddenly!
Su Zimo felt as though the desert around him had disappeared. It was as though he had fallen into hell. His surroundings were dark and filled with blood qi, surrounded by countless fiends!
Su Zimo had a perplexed look on his face. It was as if he had sunk into hell and was unable to extricate himself.
Suddenly!
A biting cold murderous intent burst out from Su Zimo's body!
"Hmph!"
Su Zimo sneered and his eyes instantly regained their clarity. He condensed his Divine Sense and the hellish scene around him disappeared.
Su Zimo stomped his foot heavily!
Boom!
There was a deafening sound!
A gigantic pit appeared in the desert beneath him with sand and gravel flying everywhere. A figure wielding a sword appeared.
The blade of the sword pierced Su Zimo's sole!
A hint of cruelty flashed through the eyes of the figure.
In his opinion, his sword was enough to pierce Su Zimo's sole!
Clang!
Before that person could finish his thought, a crisp sound echoed in his ears.
Not only did his sword fail to pierce Su Zimo's sole, it even let out the sound of metal clashing.
His sword was bent, as though it had struck an impenetrable wall. Its light dimmed and it almost snapped!
"Ah!"
That person's expression changed and he arrived on the other side of Su Zimo in a flash. 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 and looked like a dwarf.
He was at early-stage Mahayana Realm.
Even the weakest cultivators in the ancient battlefield were at least Mahayana Patriarchs!
"There's no feud between us. Why do you want to kill me?"
Su Zimo said coldly.
"Heh!"
The skinny cultivator sneered, "How can you be so naive after cultivating to the Mahayana realm? There's no reason for the fighting and killing in the cultivation world!"
Actually, there was indeed a minor divine power nurtured on the damaged stone stele.
After the skinny cultivator cultivated that minor divine power, he did not leave and instead guarded the damaged stone stele, waiting for the arrival of other Patriarchs.
If he felt that he was not confident, he would remain motionless and choose not to attack.
However, if he encountered someone like Su Zimo who was at early-stage Mahayana Realm and did not seem threatening, he would ambush and kill the latter!
Through that method, the skinny patriarch had succeeded a few times.
He had even obtained a few minor divine powers from other fallen Patriarchs!
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 Dharmic 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 boot-type Dharmic treasure that was invulnerable 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 like you who have just entered the Mahayana realm!"
"Is that so?"
Su Zimo nodded and said indifferently, "You'll pay with your life today then!"
Before his sentence was finished, Su Zimo's figure flashed and his blood qi surged, emitting a series of resplendent lights. He reached out and grabbed the skinny patriarch's head!
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 he was in grave danger and was shocked!
Swash!
Without hesitation, the skinny patriarch channeled the sword in his hands and channeled his blood qi at the same time, stabbing towards Su Zimo's palm!
Clang!
The sword pierced Su Zimo's palm and a crisp sound rang out once more!
Ordinary Dharmic treasures could not hurt the true body of a rank-8 Qinglian at all!
Su Zimo's expression was cold and his gaze was indifferent. Channeling strength in his palm, he grabbed the sword and shook it forcefully!
Crack! Crack!
Cracks appeared on the sword one after another!
A tremendous amount of power surged into the skinny patriarch's body.
The skinny patriarch shuddered as though he was struck by lightning. His palm was torn and he retreated continuously with fresh blood.
Su Zimo chased after him like a shadow!
"Hell Dao!"
The skinny patriarch hollered and released a minor divine power!
Hell Dao was one of the minor divine powers on the stone stele.
There were many minor divine powers and the Hell Dao was one of the most powerful among them!
Su Zimo smiled gently and extended his palm slowly. In his palm was a green lotus!
(End of Chapter)
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