Daqin Zhentiansi

Chapter 1098 Xuan Jue, how many more trump cards do you have left?

The vanguard of reinforcements from various continents tore through the interception lines of the demons and the Law Enforcement Hall, entering the airspace surrounding Tianyuan City.

The first to arrive were the vanguard of the Flying Feather Army from Crimson Cloud Continent.

Ten thousand Flying Feather soldiers spread their silver-white wings and swooped down from the sky, directly attacking the flank of the demon army.

Immediately afterwards, the Thunder Riders of Purple Lightning Continent arrived, tearing open a gap in the Netherworld Reserve Legion from the north.

The Iron Wall Army emerged from the Void Abyss Rift Zone, covered in wounds and with their armor incomplete, but their banners remained intact.

The first thing they did after landing was not to rest, but to build an ironclad defense line on the east side of Tianyuan City.

The Immovable Army, the Hidden Cloud Army, the Gale Army, the Star Guard, and the Tide Army followed closely behind.

Reinforcements from all directions poured into the battlefield outside Tianyuan City from all directions of the sky, like rivers flowing into the sea.

Both sides are rapidly increasing their troop strength.

The void surrounding Tianyuan City could no longer contain such a massive army.

The flames of war spread from a radius of ten thousand miles to a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles.

It then spread from hundreds of thousands of miles away to even more distant outer airspace.

The light of this great battle could be seen in the skies above dozens of Sky Continents.

Beneath the walls of Tianyuan City, it was no longer possible to distinguish who was attacking and who was defending.

The Hanyue Army and the Demon Army were locked in a fierce battle.

The Flying Feather Army and the Cloud Wing Clan were locked in a fierce struggle.

Thunder Riders and Abyss Vanguard were locked in combat.

Every inch of the void is burning, and every breath brings a life to perish.

Xuanjue stood atop the city wall, his gaze piercing through the layers of war flames, landing in the direction of Lingyun Palace.

His voice was calm and low.

"Black tungsten".

"If you want war, then let's fight. The soldiers of Xuntian Continent are more numerous than you imagine."

Inside the Lingyun Palace, Xuanwu stood frozen in place.

On the light screen in front of him, the battlefield surrounding Tianyuan City had expanded to a scale that was difficult to control.

Dozens of reinforcements, millions of demons, and hundreds of Venerables were locked in fierce combat in the void.

This was not the ambush he had planned, nor was it a siege to lure reinforcements, nor was it an impenetrable encirclement.

This was a full-scale war that swept across half of the Skyward Continent.

The man standing atop the city wall was using his divine soul to guide the entire battlefield.

Like an invisible hand, it placed each reinforcement in the most appropriate position.

Xuanwu's hands began to tremble.

It wasn't anger, it was fear.

He discovered something—

From beginning to end, Xuanjue never left the city wall.

He simply stood there, repairing the key points of the formation, issuing orders, and coordinating reinforcements.

His movements could even be described as nonchalant.

But it was this understated manner that made Xuanwu realize the full weight of the number one person in Xuntian Continent.

"Xuan Jue, how many more trump cards do you have left..."

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The eighth floor of the Demon Suppression Tower.

Zhang Yuan sat cross-legged in the center of the scorched earth, his mind completely immersed in his consciousness.

The golden light left behind by Emperor Jun Tianzun no longer hovered in the center of his sea of ​​consciousness.

Instead, the moment he touched its core, it slowly unfolded like a seed breaking through the soil.

Countless patterns of laws emerged from the golden light, spreading to every corner of the sea of ​​consciousness.

This time, it wasn't a flood of information that surged in, but rather perception.

Zhang Yuan felt his body being disassembled and reassembled.

It's not a dismantling at the level of flesh and blood, but something at a deeper level.

The rules governing the operation of power.

How spiritual energy seeps into the pores from between heaven and earth, how it flows along the meridians, and how it condenses into a vortex in the dantian.

He used to only know "operation," but now he can see the laws behind the operation.

The flow of spiritual energy follows some extremely ancient law.

It doesn't flow because it's guided by practitioners.

Rather, the practitioners followed its original course.

The more accurately one follows the guidance, the more obedient the spiritual energy becomes.

The chaotic true essence within his body subconsciously adjusted its circulation path.

So subtle that only he himself could perceive it.

However, the speed at which spiritual energy flowed in suddenly increased by nearly double. It wasn't about trying to grab it, but about going with it.

"I see."

Zhang Yuan didn't open his eyes, but the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.

Then comes the true essence.

True essence is the product of spiritual power being imprinted with the mark of a cultivator.

He was already able to condense true essence when he reached the Acquired Realm.

But he never imagined that the core of true essence was not power, but will.

Each strand of true essence contains the imprint of the cultivator's will.

The purer the will, the more solid the true essence becomes.

He recalled the sword he had wielded on the battlefield of Kyushu.

The reason the knife was able to cut through the enemy's weapon was not because of its great strength, but because it had only one thought in its mind at that moment.

kill.

The pure killing intent condensed his true essence to its extreme.

This is the imprint of will.

It's not a skill, it's instinct.

With a thought, the true essence in his dantian began to compress itself.

It wasn't that he actively suppressed it; it was his will that began to eliminate those unnecessary distracting thoughts from his true essence.

Fear, hesitation, greed, hesitation—

These things had been worn down by his countless life-and-death battles, so it wasn't difficult to remove them now.

The true essence was compressed tighter and tighter, becoming purer and purer, condensing into a nearly tangible mass of grayish-white light in the dantian.

Deep within the light, something seemed to be pulsating.

Like a heartbeat.

Zhang Yuan didn't bother to find out what it was.

His senses continued to sink deeper.

law.

This was the first time he had truly touched the threshold of the rules.

The golden light of Emperor Jun revealed to him the full picture of the laws.

The law is not power, but a pattern.

It is the fundamental rule governing the operation of heaven and earth and all things.

The reason why spiritual power can be condensed is because there are laws governing condensation in the universe.

The reason why true essence can circulate is because there are laws governing the operation of heaven and earth.

Every set of techniques and every supernatural power is essentially a crude imitation of a certain principle.

What cultivators call "mastering the laws" is actually about making their power resonate with a certain law of heaven and earth.

Then, by leveraging this principle, we can harness even greater power.

He remembered Xuanqing's sword.

When that sword struck, it wasn't the speed of the sword, but the freezing law at work.

It wasn't Xuanqing who froze the space with his sword intent.

Xuanqing used his sword intent to activate the freezing law, and then the law froze the space for him.

He recalled Xuanjue's formation.

The reason why those formations are so ingenious is not because the runes are drawn accurately.

This is because Xuanjue placed every node of the formation on the inevitable path of the flow of laws.

It's not about creating power, but about borrowing from existing laws.

Zhang Yuan took a deep breath and extended his senses to a deeper level.

origin.

If the laws are rivers, then the source is the ocean that gives birth to all the rivers.

The laws are born from the origin and ultimately return to the origin.

When cultivators reach this level, they no longer rely on a particular law, but instead directly mobilize the power of their origin.

The power of origin is the primordial power that has not been divided by the laws; it is purer and more violent than the laws themselves.

The difficulty in mastering the origin is not a lack of power, but a lack of unwavering will.

The origin has no fixed form; it only responds to those with the purest will.

If there is the slightest wavering, the source will turn against you.

Zhang Yuan's mind was calm, and his consciousness touched the edge of the primordial ocean.

"boom--"

The golden light exploded. (End of Chapter)