He Yiming became more and more absent-minded under the impact of the tremendous divine power of metal. It was as if he had entered the most beautiful dream.
In this beautiful dream, he transformed with a shake of his body, becoming a genuine Deity Realm powerhouse. Other than him, there were no other Supreme Dao powerhouses in this world. His every movement was filled with the unstoppable might of the world. In front of him, all people had become insignificant ants. As long as he pinched them gently, they would be completely obliterated.
In this beautiful dream, the power of the world was no longer as exhausted as it was now. Instead, it was endless. No matter how he squandered it, it could not be used up.
He Yiming unleashed the might of the world as he pleased in this world. He made all the forces that opposed him submit at his feet.
However, just as he was invincible in the world, a mystical island actually floated over.
This was not a Divine Soldier weapon. It was an island, a real island.
Looking at the creatures on this island, He Yiming vaguely guessed that this island should be the Island of God that he had always been concerned about. It came from the outer sea.
In front of this island, He Yiming suddenly discovered that his confidence seemed to have become insufficient.
He took a deep breath. Endless negative emotions surged in, swallowing his rationality in an instant.
He controlled the might of the world and threw it at his opponent. Every ball that condensed the power of the world mercilessly bombarded the Island of God.
However, there seemed to be a powerful existence on this island. He Yiming did not even see the figure clearly. All his attacks were dissolved in an instant.
A cold feeling surged into his heart, causing He Yiming's body to tremble violently.
Finally, He Yiming woke up. He immediately saw that he had actually left his body and was hovering not far away from his body's head.
He gasped. To be honest, he had already seen something like a soul once.
Before the pinnacle of humanity, Garfield, had used a similar method to talk to him, so he was not unfamiliar with souls. In fact, he was quite used to it.
However, all of this was based on the premise that this soul was not his.
If he opened his eyes and discovered that his soul had left his body, and he could only watch his body beside him, it would definitely not be a good feeling.
After a long while, He Yiming finally calmed down. He faintly remembered that he seemed to have taken the initiative to enter this patch of divine power of metal, and began to help the other forces in his body suppress the domineering power of light and darkness.
Under the pincer attack from the inside and outside, he finally opened up a channel for the divine power of metal from the outside world to enter his dantian. It smoothly settled down in his dantian.
However, at this moment, He Yiming was tempted by the divine power of metal.
The incomparably huge and seemingly boundless Divine Power of Metal was like a large net that firmly trapped him within, making it impossible for him to escape.
At that moment, he seemed to understand how Franklyn felt in the past. It was an extremely strong feeling of satisfaction. In order to maintain this state, they were willing to pay any price.
In fact, with He Yiming's special constitution, it was impossible for him to be affected by the divine power too much. However, his current situation was different. All of his forces were resisting the power of light and darkness. This involved too much of He Yiming's energy and chaotic dantian power, so the powerful divine power of metal took advantage of this and succeeded in giving He Yiming the illusion of omnipotence.
Once one fell into this feeling, one would basically lose one's life.
No one could resist the temptation of godhood, not even He Yiming. When his body was filled with the omnipresent divine power of metal, he actually began to lose himself and gradually became immersed in it.
Most importantly, He Yiming could now successfully absorb and release the power of the world.
Compared to Franklyn in the past, he was already far too powerful. As a result, when he had the opportunity to advance, he actually managed to leave his body and use the divine power to forge his body.
However, in the current world, the power of the world was far inferior. It was far from enough to forge a body with just one type of divine power.
If He Yiming continued to develop, he would end up like Franklyn, exploding and dying.
Although Sakyamuni and the other two did not understand how He Yiming managed to leave his body and forge his body with divine power, they knew that He Yiming had absolutely no chance of success.
For thousands of years, countless senior experts and the top sacred beasts who possessed the bloodline of the divine beasts were all examples. If they couldn't endure it, or if they tried to break through to the divine path before the end of their lifespan, then without exception, they would either die or explode their dantian.
Other than that, there was no other possibility.
However, in He Yiming's mind, there was an extremely powerful existence.
It was a blood condensation figure of godhood. If it was an ordinary blood condensation figure, they would simply be a real puppet. No matter what happened to He Yiming's body, they would turn a blind eye to it. If He Yiming really died, their consciousnesses would also dissipate from then on.
However, the blood condensation figure in He Yiming's mind was very different.
Compared to ordinary people, a blood condensation figure with a divine relic actually possessed some intelligence and the ability to judge. Moreover, as time passed, this ability seemed to become more and more prominent.
After sensing He Yiming's state, the consciousness of the blood condensation figure immediately took the initiative to attack. It constantly connected with He Yiming's consciousness, and the two were communicating in a way that no one could detect.
This sudden consciousness was like a basin of ice water being poured over his head, waking up He Yiming who was completely immersed in the pleasure of godhood.
After waking up, He Yiming immediately discovered his situation. It was easy to imagine how shocked he was.
He sensed that the power of the world around him was simply a drop in the ocean compared to the surging power of godhood. It was completely disproportionate.
In just an instant, He Yiming knew that without the support of the Power of Heaven and Earth, if he wanted to continue absorbing the Metal-type Divine Power, he would definitely end up exploding from the Divine Power of Heaven and Earth.
He took a deep breath and immediately stopped his suicidal actions. Not only did his illusory soul not continue to absorb the divine power of metal, but it was also slowly releasing this power.
In fact, in the past, any expert who could let their soul out of their body could easily do so if they could maintain their consciousness. However, once they were tempted by the power of godhood and sensed the power that didn't belong to humans, who could rely on their own power to break free?
Moreover, when those people or sacred beasts decided to break through to godhood, they already had no way out. Even if they didn't break through, they wouldn't be able to live for long. Therefore, even if they were clear-headed, they had to brace themselves and face the difficulties head-on.
However, He Yiming was different. For him, he had a bright future ahead of him. It was impossible for him to willingly choose this path that was almost certain death under such circumstances.
When he slowly dispersed the power of godhood and his soul returned to his body, he let out a long sigh filled with emotion.
Just a moment ago, he was infinitely close to godhood and seemed to have touched the door of godhood. As long as he gave it a gentle push and took a step forward, he would be able to easily step into the realm of godhood.
However, only he knew how dangerous it was. If he really persevered, the outcome that awaited him would definitely not be too good.
His body was still surging with genuine Qi. The power of the four elements had completely gained the upper hand with the support of the endless power of godhood. It suppressed the power of light and darkness to the point that it couldn't even lift its head.
He was amused. Every dog has his day. The power of light and darkness was unusually domineering. When it competed with the power of other elements, it showed no mercy. If it weren't for the fact that the light of the Divine Soldier and the power of godhood couldn't purify it, it would have been expelled by the power of light and darkness.
However, at this moment, the situation had taken a drastic turn. The offensive and defensive positions had been completely reversed.
He pondered for a moment, then suddenly flew forward.
Although he had already seen the people at the peak of the mountain, at this moment, he wanted to be alone. This was because he had a strange feeling. After experiencing the unforeseen event just now, the power of light and darkness could no longer suppress all the power like before.
Therefore, he wanted to try and see if he had regained control of the power of the five elements.
He was extremely fast. In a few flashes, he had already gone far away.
"Grand Elder …" The God-Diviner's voice suddenly rang out.
He Yiming could feel the nervousness, excitement, worry, and other complicated emotions contained in this call. He was quite moved. Although this old man was full of tricks, and even he was afraid of him, the old man's concern for him was real and not fake at all.
"Don't worry, Grand Elder God-Diviner. He will be back soon."
Before he finished speaking, he had already escaped into the mountain and disappeared among the threads of the people.
On the distant mountain peak, everyone looked at each other in dismay. Regardless of whether it was someone as strong as Sakra, or someone as intelligent as Oracle, or even Ji Mo Fanshu, who was revered by everyone in the world, they all felt at a loss.
"He … didn't go crazy," Gimo Fanshu finally said. "But how did he do it?"
Sakyamuni smiled bitterly. This was a difficult question to answer.
The God-Diviner pondered for a moment, then finally smiled with relief.
Gimo Fanshu said in a low voice, "Did you calculate it, God-Diviner?"
"No," the God-Diviner said without hesitation.
Gimo Fanshu's eyes held a trace of suspicion. If he didn't calculate it, then why was this guy smiling so brightly?
As if reading the old assassin's mind, the God-Diviner smiled and said, "Sect Master of the Yellow Springs Sect, Elder He has already created too many miracles. It wouldn't be surprising if there were a few more."
Gimo Fanshu was speechless. He immediately recalled He Yiming's true age. For a moment, the muscles on his face twitched slightly. He couldn't help but think to himself, Could it be that I'm really old …
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