It was rumored that when one cultivated to the Renhuang Plane, the human became the Way, and the Way gave birth to the heavens, the earth, and all things. It was as big as heaven and earth, as bright as the sun and moon, and as magical as creation.
After Renhuang achieved the Way, he could integrate his Way into his blood, life spirit, and magical powers. After passing on the Way, his descendants would continue to transform and become stronger through comprehension. How much they could inherit depended on their aptitude, experience, comprehension, and tenacity of will.
Some people were born with great talent, while others were born with unparalleled talent.
Birth and bloodline determined one's innate conditions, but the cultivation of the Great Path ultimately depended on oneself. As for who was more important, it depended on the benevolent.
At this moment, Huang Jiuge finally understood why he had been unable to comprehend the Way before. It was because the Way he comprehended was different from the Way of Renhuang passed down by his ancestors. He thought that he would comprehend the Way of Suppression and Power, and work hard in this direction because he cultivated the power of these rules.
But today, he finally understood that the Renhuang's will that was passed down by his ancestor, was not this path.
Shaking the heavens and suppressing the immortals and demons.
The Way that his ancestors cultivated was the Way of Hegemony.
It could suppress the heavens and the earth, frightening the immortals and demons.
If he had not inherited it from his ancestors, he would not have comprehended this will. He might have comprehended the Way of Suppression and the Way of Power.
The Way needed will to be in harmony with the heavens. His will carried the will of his ancestors' Way of Hegemony, but he had always comprehended the rules of suppression and power, so he had never been able to enter the Way.
Just now, he had forgotten the rules and his own Way. In his mind, there was only the will of his ancestors' Renhuang, and he finally matched a wisp of the will.
"Bang." He suddenly stepped forward, and a violent airflow swept out, shaking Dong Chen's body back. At the same time, he slashed out with the Renhuang Sword in his hand. There was a loud noise, and the Vajra Body was also shaken back.
Huang Jiuge's temperament suddenly changed at this moment. His eyes were domineering, and will flowed around his body, turning into martial arts illusions. These illusions seemed to be real, and they were so clear. The chariot rolled, crushing the heavens and the earth.
The Renhuang Body was even more towering, holding the Renhuang Sword. When Huang Jiuge stepped forward, the will of "Hegemony" swept out, oppressing Dong Chen. The heavens and the earth seemed to submit to his feet.
The Way of Hegemony was like suppression, like power, like shattering, but it was more powerful. It contained several characteristics of the Great Path, and could even oppress the Way of others, so Dong Chen felt that his will was being suppressed.
This was the Way of Hegemony.
As his will was activated, Huang Jiuge felt that his Life Spirit had undergone another transformation. He had yet to truly become a Saint. If he had truly become a Saint, his talent would have undergone another transformation as well, allowing him to absorb even more of the power passed down by his ancestors.
At this moment, the blood in his body was churning. As he stepped forward, Dong Chen only felt that the pressure was getting stronger and stronger. He blasted out with his palm, and suddenly, the many arms of the Vajra Dharma Body moved at the same time, blasting forward, shaking the void and sweeping away everything.
Huang Jiuge shouted and continued to step forward. An extremely violent aura swept through the sky and earth. With his body as the center, this space seemed to have turned into a real battlefield. The chariots rumbled and rushed forward. As Huang Jiuge pointed with his Renhuang Sword, a domineering scene of destruction appeared. On the battlefield, thousands of troops and countless chariots charged towards Dong Chen.
At this moment, many people were looking at the battlefield where Huang Jiuge was. Obviously, the changes here had attracted many people's attention.
When Ye Futian saw this, he was naturally happy for Huang Jiuge. Had he finally comprehended the will of the Way?
They were different from those in the Nine States. The people of the Nine States had limited talent. Because they had cultivated for many years, many of the top figures had reached a certain state of mind, but they could not comprehend the Way and become Saints. They needed to take advantage of the situation to break through and participate in the Battle of Proving Holiness, taking advantage of Emperor Xia's opportunity. But cultivators like them needed to move forward more steadily, step by step towards their own Way.
Only when the Great Path was stable could they go further.
For Huang Jiuge, this was a transformation. He was now closer to becoming a Saint.
On the battlefield, besides Yu Sheng and Ye Wuchen, battles had also broken out on other battlefields. Before, Xing Chou and Xiang Nan had not even participated in the battle. They had only allowed their assistants to participate, and it was only after they were defeated that they made a move.
Now, Xiang Nan clenched his fist, and suddenly a god-like figure came crashing down, seriously wounding an opponent.
He turned his gaze to Huang Jiuge.
Unexpectedly, he was a descendant of Renhuang with a pure bloodline.
As the son of Emperor Xiang, he naturally knew how powerful Renhuang's lineage was. The Renhuang Plane was so powerful that his words were law, and even his descendants could benefit from it.
This Battle of the Crimson River was getting more and more interesting.
Compared to Huang Jiuge's transformation on the battlefield, Ye Wuchen seemed to be in a very dangerous situation.
Di Hao, the number one cultivator of the Dali Dynasty below the Saint Plane, attacked wildly. The drums and bells rang out, and the Swords of Kasyapa were endless.
Even though Ye Wuchen had pushed his power to the limit, fusing every sword will into his will and pushing it to the limit, he was still in danger.
Just as Di Hao had asked, how many swords did he have?
His sword qi was endless, but how much spiritual energy did Ye Wuchen have to lend his swords to the Great Path? There was always a limit.
The Swords of Kasyapa circled around Ye Wuchen, slamming down again and again, cutting holes in the swords that surrounded him. At the same time, the Cauldron of Dragon and Elephant pressed down bit by bit, seeming to want to shatter the light screen of swordsmanship that enveloped Ye Wuchen and kill all the swords below.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, staining his clothes.
But he still persisted. Swords continued to appear, fusing with his will. They flew towards the Cauldron of Dragon and Elephant, and also towards the Swords of Kasyapa.
One sword after another. Although it was getting slower and slower, he still persisted.
His head felt like it was about to explode. Even with the Renhuang sword will, it seemed that it was still going beyond his limits.
But wasn't cultivation about constantly breaking one's own limits?
He knew that his own strength was very limited in this Battle of the Crimson River. Many of the people here were stronger than him, perhaps even much stronger.
But he had still come.
He wanted an opportunity.
His goal was very clear. He wanted to get closer to the Divine Path.
He did not have enough talent, so he had to seize every opportunity. It had been like this when he had fought for the Renhuang sword will, and it was the same today.
He had great talent, and his will was limitless.
Moreover, his talent was not as weak as it had been before. He had borrowed the swordmaster's sword and even used it to fight. He had experienced the true Divine Path and knew what the Divine Path was like. Now he wanted to seize that opportunity again and find that feeling.
"Wuchen." Ye Futian looked at the battlefield where Ye Wuchen was, and his heart was stirred.
In fact, Ye Wuchen had come all this way with him, from the Land of the Hundred Lands to where he was today, and he knew him very well.
He knew why Ye Wuchen was doing this. Ye Wuchen's state of mind might even be more tenacious than his own.
Di Hao frowned. He had not been able to take down Ye Wuchen after all this time.
Moreover, was Ye Wuchen crazy?
If he forced himself like this, he might suffer a powerful backlash. The Battle of the Crimson River did not allow killing, so why did Ye Wuchen have to do this?
He waved his hands, and suddenly more sword will gathered. Dazzling Swords of Kasyapa tore through the air and fell down towards Ye Wuchen.
The swords appeared, but they still seemed to be unable to withstand the attacks of the Swords of Kasyapa. The Cauldron of Dragon and Elephant continued to press down. Di Hao said coldly, "If you do this, once you break down, you will be swallowed up and destroy your own path. When that happens, you cannot say that I am trying to kill you."
Ye Wuchen's desperate resistance meant that Di Hao's attacks had to keep getting stronger. Once Ye Wuchen broke down, all of his defenses would collapse. The destructive power of that moment would be enough to doom Ye Wuchen forever.
But if that happened, it would no longer be something that Di Hao could control.
Ye Wuchen heard Di Hao's words. His eyes were still closed, and his sword was still there. Blood was seeping from his brow, and it was a shocking sight.
But he had already come this far. As a swordsman, how could he retreat?
He remembered his master's words.
A swordsman was not arrogant and impatient.
A swordsman was fearless and fearless.
A swordsman's heart did not change, and he pressed forward.
He did not have Ye Futian's opportunities. He only had one master. In the Fuyun Sword Clan, there was a master who had taught him swordsmanship and taught him how to become a swordsman. After his death, the last wisp of sword will had entered his body and given him these words.
He remembered his master's death and the destruction of the Liu Kingdom.
There were many evil people in this world.
But at the same time, there were swordsmen like his master, and there were swordsmen like the Swordmaster of Lihen, who had shown him the way of swordsmanship.
One day, with a sword in hand, he would cut down all evil in the world.
The sword broke and was destroyed. There seemed to be no end to it, and it went from slow to fast.
Di Hao frowned. He looked forward and saw that swords were constantly being born, and they were stretching out wildly.
In fact, sword after sword suddenly appeared in his surroundings.
At that moment, Ye Wuchen felt as if the whole world was a sword.
Di Hao asked, "How many swords do you have?"
Ye Wuchen's voice rang out through the air.
"I have infinite swords."
As soon as he said this, infinite swords were born between heaven and earth, covering them.
The wind and clouds howled in the sky. Wisps of sword will seemed to fall from the crimson sky, startling the world.
Countless people on the shores of the Crimson River looked up at the sky, shocked.
He was actually going to break through to the Saint Plane.
It was not strange for someone to break through to the Saint Plane at the Battle of the Crimson River. It had happened many times in the past.
But no one had thought that it would be Ye Wuchen. Ye Wuchen, who no one had thought was going to break through to the Saint Plane.
He was going to enter the Saint Plane.
There were no rules in this battle. When everyone stood on the battlefield of the Crimson River, the Regional Palace would only accept the last person standing.
Thus, even if someone broke through to the Saint Plane in this battle, they could still continue fighting.
On the path of cultivation, luck was also a part of cultivation.
Moreover, this was the battlefield of the Crimson River, where everyone else was at the top, so why couldn't someone break through to the Saint Plane?
The Regional Palace only looked at the results.
Ye Futian was stunned at first, but then he smiled brightly.
He had not imagined that after he became a Saint, Ye Wuchen, his third brother, Qin Zhuang, Jiuge, and many others would be the first to break through to the Saint Plane.
Of course, this did not mean that Ye Wuchen's talent was higher than the others.
But no matter what, Ye Wuchen's talent was not very strong. That in itself was a miracle.
And the path of cultivation was full of miracles!
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