Da Qin: Become stronger and immortal by picking up attributes from the battlefield

hum!
The river of fate has come to a complete boil.

No longer an illusory river, it became incredibly real, surging out from behind Fang Han and traversing the entire Immortal King Battlefield.

The river water was no longer a fleeting, ethereal light, but had transformed into a pitch-black, terrifying liquid that contained the power to end everything.

In the river, the stars that determine the fate of all living beings no longer twinkle; only endless depravity and annihilation remain.

This is the end of fate, the destination of all things, the absolute end.

The entire world of immortality was wailing, its very essence being frantically extracted and transformed into the power of this River of Ending.

above the sky.

The huge hole created by the Divine Elephant's Prison-Suppressing Force was showing signs of healing.

Fang Han's voice became deep and resonant, "I say, your fate is to return to nothingness!"

That long black river, with its towering waves, crashed down on Zhao Feng!
This is terrifying.

It has transcended the categories of supernatural powers, Taoist arts, immortal arts, etc., and is the most ultimate power in the world!
however.

Zhao Feng's expression remained unchanged.

He simply raised his head, looking at the colossal black wave that seemed capable of swallowing everything, and said calmly, "How could the fate of the Great World of Immortality possibly judge me?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he grasped it again.
He held an axe in both hands, his magical power surging within him, and countless divine elephants roared, unleashing a devastating sound.

Boom!

Zhao Feng swung his axe down, and a sound as if the world had just been created resounded.

The space and time before him, everything, was divided in two.

Between heaven and earth, nothing in the world can withstand even the slightest bit of the full sharpness of the Heaven-Opening Axe!
scoff!

The black river of fate, representing the end and the return to nothingness, was easily cleaved in two before the blade of the Heaven-Opening Axe!
The cut is clean and smooth.

The black river water receded wildly to both sides, but could never rejoin.

The crack cleaved by the axe that cleaved the heavens seemed to become an eternal chasm, completely severing the river of fate!

"puff!"

Fang Han was struck as if by a heavy blow, and he spat out a stream of golden blood that was a thousand times more concentrated than before.

His breath plummeted.

His connection with the world of immortality was forcibly severed by 99%!

The foundation of the realm of immortality has been shaken!

"This...this is impossible..."

Fang Han's eyes widened, his face filled with horror.

His greatest reliance was the Great Destiny Technique.

The end of his destiny was the strongest blow he unleashed, burning his very essence!
But now.

Yet it was so easily cut in half by the other party with a single axe stroke!
What exactly is this axe?
What makes it so capable of severing its destiny?

"A frog at the bottom of a well has no idea that there is a world beyond the sky."

Zhao Feng retrieved the Heaven-Opening Axe, took a step, and was already standing in front of Fang Han.

He looked down at the man, whose life force had waned and who seemed on the verge of falling from the realm of immortality.

"Surrender to me."

"Your world and your people can be preserved."

"You too can witness the true myriad realms under my command."

The entire battlefield fell silent.

Whether it was Hong Yi, who was fighting against the combined monster, or the will of the Creation Immortal King and others who were struggling to hold on, their attention was all focused on this place.

Everyone understands.

The final outcome of this war rests on Fang Han's decision.

Fang Han raised his head with difficulty.

He looked at Zhao Feng, his broken body trembling.

A hint of confusion and struggle flashed in his eyes.

But soon, that confusion and struggle were replaced by a raging fire of anger and determination.

He smiled.

They laughed maniacally, they laughed hysterically.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

"Surrender?"

"I, Fang Han, wield the Gate of Immortality, and have endured countless tribulations to achieve immortality!"

"I am the sole ruler of this world!"

"You want me to... submit to you?"

He straightened up abruptly, even though his bones were groaning and his life force was constantly draining away.

"wishful thinking!"

boom!
Fang Han's remaining power erupted with a roar!

He neither fled nor begged for mercy.

Instead, he chose the most heroic way, transforming himself into a golden streak of light and deliberately crashing into Zhao Feng!

"Even if I die, I will make you know that the immortal cannot be dishonored!"

His life was a life of struggle, a life of defying fate.

He can be defeated, he can be killed.

But he would never lower his proud head to anyone!
Faced with this desperate attack, Zhao Feng's face showed a hint of approval.

"interesting."

"Since you desire death, I will grant your wish."

He raised his hand, fingers spread, and met the oncoming golden light head-on.

boom!
Fang Han's body collided violently with Zhao Feng's palm.

Click!

A crisp sound of bone cracking echoed through the void.

Fang Han's body, which had transformed into a stream of light, suddenly froze the moment it collided with Zhao Feng's palm.

His impact, powerful enough to shatter even the most powerful worlds, seemed to have struck an unshakeable ancient divine mountain before reaching Zhao Feng's palm.

"what!"

Severe pain came.

This caused Fang Han to let out a suppressed roar of pain.

Zhao Feng suddenly clenched his five fingers, gripping Fang Han's arm tightly.

Then, he swung his arm!
boom!
Fang Han's massive body was slammed violently into the void below by Zhao Feng.

That void collapsed instantly, transforming into a bottomless black hole.

The turbulent flow of time and space raged within, yet it could not harm Zhao Feng in the slightest.

"Is this your desperate last stand?"

Zhao Feng's voice was mocking.

He carried Fang Han as if he were a chicken waiting to be slaughtered.

"too weak."

Zhao Feng shook his head.

He released his grip, letting Fang Han's body fall.

Then, he kicked out!
This kick, seemingly simple and unadorned, contains the supreme power of the Divine Elephant Suppressing Hell, capable of shattering the eighteen levels of hell!
boom!
Fang Han's chest was hit squarely by this kick.

His eternally indestructible sternum collapsed in an instant, leaving a hideous footprint deeply imprinted on his chest.

He was sent flying backward, crashing through layers of space.

"Cough...cough..."

Fang Han struggled to steady himself, but he couldn't manage it.

He can feel it.

The source of immortality within him was being ruthlessly eroded by an overwhelmingly powerful force.

His realm has completely fallen from the edge of immortality.

Now, he possesses the body of an immortal being, yet he cannot even unleash the power of a peak Immortal King.

"ended."

Zhao Feng's figure appeared behind Fang Han like a ghost, and with a chop to the neck, he struck him.

Fang Han was greatly alarmed.

He used his last bit of strength to try and dodge.

But his speed was ridiculously slow compared to Zhao's.

laugh!
He chopped it off with a hand chop.

Fang Han's head flew into the sky.

Golden blood gushed forth like a spring.

The headless body twitched helplessly in the void.

"It's not over yet!" Just when everyone thought Fang Han had perished, his flying head suddenly opened its eyes and let out a roar.

The small, illusory gate to immortality between his brows suddenly shone brightly!
"Gate of Immortality, blow it up!"

Fang Han was actually going to self-destruct the supreme artifact that had accompanied him throughout his life!

This is insane!
Once the Gate of Immortality self-destructs, its power will be enough to completely obliterate the entire Immortal World, along with all the people within it!

"madman!"

Hong Yi, who was in the distance, was horrified when he sensed that terrifying aura.

however.

Zhao Feng remained expressionless.

He looked at the head that was about to explode, and casually grabbed at the Gate of Immortality!
hum!
The gate to immortality, which was about to ignite the entire world with its blazing light, suddenly withdrew all its radiance the moment Zhao Feng seized it.

No matter how hard Fang Han tried to urge it, he could no longer summon even the slightest bit of power.

"Your immortality is given by it."

Zhao Feng, clutching the Gate of Immortality, stood before Fang Han. "You are merely a spirit, not the Gate of Immortality. Now... I will strip you of your immortality!"

Zhao Feng gently squeezed his hand.

The gate to immortality, which was about to unleash world-destroying power, instantly fell silent.

"No!"

Fang Han was greatly alarmed.

He could feel it clearly.

My connection to the Gate of Immortality has been forcibly severed!
It no longer belongs to Fang Han.

"My immortality...my power..."

The power within him surged outwards wildly.

The oppressive aura of the realm of immortality vanished.

His cultivation level dropped back to the peak of the Immortal King realm.

Although he is still one of the strongest in this world, he is now worlds apart from the immortal who once commanded destiny with his words.

He is no longer the gateway to immortality.

He reverted to being a mortal who needed to look up to the gate of immortality.

"ended."

Zhao Feng, carrying Fang Han's headless body in one hand and holding the Gate of Immortality in the other, came to Fang Han's head.

however.

Just as Zhao Feng was preparing to completely eliminate Fang Han.

A sudden change occurred!

one hand.

A hand, as white as jade and flawless, emerged from nothingness without warning.

The hand appeared too abruptly.

It was as if it had always existed there, ignoring space, time, and the terrifying force field around Zhao Feng that was powerful enough to suppress eternity.

It was just a light scoop.

He then grabbed Fang Han's head in his hand.

then.

The hand was about to retract into nothingness, seemingly unwilling to fight Fang Han.

"Want to go?"

Zhao Feng sneered, tossed Fang Han's corpse aside, and with his five fingers together, fiercely slashed at that fair hand!
This palm strike is enough to split a vast world and its timeline in two.

But the owner of that jade hand simply turned her wrist calmly and gently blocked with the back of her hand.

clang!
A loud bang exploded in the void.

Zhao Feng's palm strike, powerful enough to sever fate, was actually blocked by that seemingly weak hand!
A terrifying power, equally domineering yet ethereal and unpredictable, emanated from that hand.

Zhao Feng's figure was so shocked that he froze in mid-air for a moment.

And it was this momentary delay.

That hand, as white as jade, had already carried Fang Han away, completely disappearing into nothingness.

Not a single trace was left.

It's like it never happened.

Zhao Feng stood still and did not pursue.

He simply looked at the spot where the hand had disappeared and smiled slightly. "Interesting."

In that brief exchange, he could sense that his opponent's strength was in no way inferior to Fang Han's at his peak.

and.

The opponent seemed to have used an extremely powerful treasure, which could completely block his detection, making it impossible for him to detect even a trace of heavenly secrets.

In all these myriad realms, there actually exists such a being?
"Alright."

Zhao Feng withdrew his hand, his face showing no anger. "I hope you can make my journey a little more enjoyable."

As for Fang Han?

Without the Gate to Immortality, Fang Han no longer poses a threat.

Even if he resumes his training, he will not be able to surpass his peak.

He played with the Gate of Immortality in his hand, feeling the original imprint of the Three Thousand Great Dao contained within it.

This is the greatest spoil of war.

His gaze shifted, piercing through layers of void, and landed on another battlefield.

There.

Hong Yi was locked in a fierce battle with the monster formed by stitching together the will of Heaven and several Immortal Kings.

Zhao Feng took a step forward, and his figure disappeared from the spot.

The core area of ​​the Immortal King Battlefield has long since transformed into a chaotic ocean of laws.

With the Temple of Saints above his head and the will of the most powerful beings in all the heavens and myriad realms merged into Hong Yi, he transformed into an unprecedented battle saint.

His left hand was wrapped in Ye Fan's unparalleled golden blood energy.

With a single punch, the supreme intent of the "Heavenly Emperor Fist" is unleashed, aiming to return all laws to their origin.

His right hand was engulfed in the destructive flames that Xiao Yan used to incinerate all things.

With a single finger, a dazzling yet deadly "Buddha's Wrathful Lotus" blooms, threatening to burn through the heavens.

behind him.

The phantom images of the Four Swords of Zhuxian rise and fall, the tolling of the Wushi Bell echoes, and the Yin and Yang energies of the Taiji Diagram circulate...

He perfectly harmonized and integrated countless different paths into one.

Each strike is a masterful combination of several supreme divine abilities, possessing unparalleled power.

And opposite him.

The monster forcibly stitched together by the will of Heaven was a completely different sight.

It is a combination of chaos and power.

Its arm, belonging to the Hongmeng Daoist, unleashed the purest Hongmeng Great Millstone, aiming to obliterate everything.

That arm belonging to the Immortal King of Truth unleashed an indestructible sword of truth.

The flapping of its demonic wings is the corrupting demonic thought of the original demon lord, eroding the mind.

Its opening and closing of its eyes is the alternation of origin and end, the reversal of life and death.

Any one of these powers, taken individually, would be enough to dominate an entire era.

Now that they have been brutally combined, their destructive power has reached an alarming level.

But, that's all.

This monster possesses the power of immortality, but lacks the wisdom and spiritual attainment to match it.

Its attacks are ferocious, chaotic, and utterly unpredictable.

Every time Hong Yi made a move, it was precisely at the point where the opponent's laws were most conflicting.

He used skill to overcome force and reason to control violence.

For a while.

He actually fought to a standstill with the monster whose power far surpassed his own.

"Roar!"

The monster let out an angry roar.

Its roar, a mixture of dozens of sounds, was filled with savagery.

It cannot be understood.

Why is it that this tiny scholar before me can always evade its strongest attacks and dismantle its power?

Just now.

An indifferent figure appeared out of thin air between Hong Yi and the monster.

It was Zhao Feng.

...(End of chapter)