Overdraw the future and become a peerless martial god

Chapter 111 Prince Duan Activates the Thunder Codex

Tunyuan reached out with his hand, his five fingers like hooks, grabbing at Guihong Daoist's back.

Guihong Daoist suddenly turned around, his sword light reversed, and he slashed at point-blank range.

"call out!"

The sword energy tore through Tun Yuan's robes, leaving a shallow line of blood.

"Oh?" Tun Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at it. "It didn't leave a very deep wound?"

There was a hint of surprise in his voice.

"It seems that this body is not too weak."

Guihong Daoist took a deep breath and attacked again with a backhand strike, "Heavenly River Falling Moon," his sword movements elegant and ethereal, yet like a string of shooting stars, aiming to subdue without a fight.

Tun Yuan slowly raised his hand, his palm and fingers like those of a god covering the sky, and gently grasped the void.

"Boom."

His sword suddenly stopped when it was still ten feet away from the Swallowing Abyss.

Then it shattered inch by inch, like ice collapsing, breaking into the finest sword dust, which drifted between his fingers...

An incredulous look of shock appeared in Guihong Daoist's eyes, blood trickling from the corner of his lips. He forced himself to concentrate:
"You...this is..."

"Not even using your full strength yet?"

Tun Yuan smiled slightly, a smile that was unlike anything in human form.

"Thank you for helping me adapt to this body."

"Now...it's all right."

"boom."

Tun Yuan's five fingers clenched loosely, and Gui Hong Dao Ren's sword momentum suddenly froze.

"The way of the sword? It's nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree." He chuckled, and the blood-red patterns on his palm darted out like living snakes, coiling around the sword.

Guihong Daoist roared angrily, his sword energy surging, but then he saw a flicker of dark light in Tun Yuan's eyes.

"Crack!"

Tun Yuan caught the sword blade that Gui Hong Dao Ren was slashing with with his five fingers.

The sword energy clashed with the blood energy, sparking dazzling sparks, yet neither could penetrate the other's defenses even an inch.

"The swords of Wangjian Mountain are still so weak and powerless." Tun Yuan sneered, and the blood patterns on his fingertips suddenly surged.

"Click——"

Guihong Daoist's sword cracked inch by inch, and the shards of the blade reflected his horrified face.

"A hundred years ago, the Seven Elders of Wangjian Mountain shattered my physical body with the 'Demon-Slaying Sword Formation'."

Tun Yuan suddenly leaned close to Gui Hong's ear, his voice like a venomous snake's tongue:

"Today, I will use the very essence of your sword, the sword of the current Sword Master—"

His palm erupted with a burst of blood energy, and Guihong Daoist's spine emitted a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

"Offer my physical body as a sacrifice!"

"puff!"

Guihong Daoist spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and his entire body crashed through three viewing platforms like a kite with a broken string.

He leaned on his sword for support, a deep, bone-revealing claw mark clearly visible on his back. The outline of that wound was exactly the same as the "Abyss Devouring Claw" described in ancient books from a hundred years ago.

All the powerful figures from various sects in the arena were shocked.

That was a peak sixth-rank martial artist, yet he couldn't even withstand a single strike from this "youthful body" Devouring Abyss.

With a slight spread of his fingers, a blood-red compass appeared in Tun Yuan's palm.

"Humph."

He gave a soft hum and tossed the compass aside.

"Om-"

The compass rose into the air and slowly rotated in mid-air, its crimson light surging like the blazing sun.

As they spun, one blood lotus after another exploded in the sky, like a rain of fire falling, yet within each petal of flame lay a struggling soul.

"hiss--"

The wailing of the souls was not an illusion, but the forced stripping of the souls of real living people, which were transformed into wicks for a fire lamp, burning in the air as eerie red flames that illuminated the entire arena.

The petals were like blades, each one wrapped with a twisted ghostly shadow, and the shrieking sound pierced the eardrums painfully.

In a corner of the stands, a young man in a blue robe tightly clutched the amulet to his chest.

The talisman was made of coarse hemp, with crooked stitches, yet it shone from his rubbing. Embroidered on it was the phrase "Safe Travels," sewn stitch by stitch by his mother on her sickbed before he left home.

"Mother, once I win this match, I'll be able to pay for the medicine," he murmured to himself, his knuckles turning white from the effort.

A blood-red lotus suddenly swept past his head.

"laugh!"

The talisman's cord snapped without warning, and the amulet fell to the ground.

The boy's pupils contracted sharply as he reached out to grab it, only to see the blood-red lotus petals, sharp as knives, pierce through his palm in an instant.

"what--"

In excruciating pain, he watched helplessly as the amulet was entangled by the roots of the blood lotus, the burlap lining torn inch by inch, and the four characters "Safe Travels" blurred into a mass amidst the bloodstains.

"It can't break." The boy crawled forward hoarsely, his bloodied fingers desperately reaching for the broken talisman.

Suddenly, the roots of the blood lotus wrapped around his neck, lifting him into the air.

In the instant his soul was forcibly extracted, he glanced one last time at the amulet.

The talisman ripped in two with a "rip," one half was engulfed by the blood flames, and the other half fell to the scorched earth, where it was trampled into the mud by a passing corpse puppet.

The boy's body crashed down like a tattered sack, his empty eyes still open, reflecting the equally collapsing figures of the other warriors amidst the blood-red lotuses.

On the arena, Tun Yuan chuckled and flicked the blood lotus with his fingertips, refining the extracted soul into a soul lamp.

As the lamp wick flickered, the boy's dying wish faintly emerged:

The woman on her sickbed, her hands trembling as she sewed the talisman, coughed and said:
"My son, your mother is waiting for you to come back."

The lights went out with a "poof".

"This isn't magic...this is soul refining." In the sect's spectator stands, a white-haired elder suddenly stood up, his face ashen, muttering to himself:

"This... is the power of gods and demons..."

His gaze trembled as he watched the blood lotus churning and the soul fire surging in the sky. It seemed as if what he was witnessing was not a battle, but a natural disaster, a divine and demonic descent ritual from the depths of hell.

Not far away, another elder sat back down in his seat, looking utterly dejected. His Adam's apple bobbed, as if uttering a single sentence would drain all his strength.

"Such a thing truly exists in this world..."

"Who... can stop them?"

Beneath their feet, those with lower cultivation levels began to foam at the mouth, their souls damaged, and were unknowingly drawn by the blood lotus, their souls being quietly stripped away.

On the high platform, the jade railings had long since shattered into dust, the golden brocade mats billowed like banners, and the remaining flames and thunder swallowed the entire viewing platform into a chaotic mist.

The thick fog had not yet dissipated, and the aura of the spirits was as eerie as an abyss.

Prince Duan stood with his hands behind his back, the gleaming gold patterns on his python robe fluttering in the wind. He remained silent, his gaze sharp as a blade, quietly watching the black-robed demonic figure on the arena who seemed to reshape heaven and earth and devour souls and refine blood.

It swallowed the abyss and was reborn.

Beneath the throne, the sect leaders were terrified, and the elders of the aristocratic families were speechless. The personal guards were even more pale, whispering their advice:

"Your Highness, that is the Devouring Abyss... the number one evil spirit on the Seven Provinces' List... if we don't remove it, I fear..."

"What's there to be afraid of?" Prince Duan uttered three words calmly.

His voice was like a cold blade, sending a chill down the spines of everyone present.

He slowly took out the jade talisman from his sleeve. The talisman was engraved with his mother's last words: "Only those who defy Heaven can become true kings."

He stroked the talisman, his fingers trembling slightly, not with fear, but with an irrepressible excitement and madness.

He gazed at "Chu Ning," whose lightning within the demonic flames was gradually extinguishing, and a slow smile crept onto his lips.

"You are more perfect than I expected."

“More suitable than anyone else I’ve ever chosen…”

An older guard behind him couldn't help but cry out in surprise:

"Your Highness, are you saying...you knew all along that the Devouring Abyss was sealed within him?"

Prince Duan slowly turned his head, his tone chillingly calm:

"good."

"If that weren't the case, why would I have postponed the Qingyun Arena for ten days and transformed the entire arena into a lightning seed sealing array?"

"I went to great lengths to lure him into the Azure Cloud Arena, making him unleash his lightning energy with all his might—"

"The purpose is to fully awaken 'The Devourer'."

Every word he uttered struck me like a thunderbolt.

"Because what I want is not him."

"Instead, it is the soul of the Devouring Abyss."

"I want to fuse the 'Thunder Seed' with the 'Embossed Embryo' to forge... the world's first 'True God Body'."

At that moment, the truth roared like thunder, shattering the perceptions of all those who had overheard it.

"You're insane..." a sect elder whispered, trembling. "The Devouring Abyss is a world-destroying evil spirit. How dare you use its soul to build your Dao?"

Prince Duan sneered, his gaze as cold as ice:

"Crazy?"

“You bunch of ignorant old folks who think that because China is so vast, it can rely on the protection of Heaven to maintain peace.”

But I knew it all along—

"To control one's destiny, one must rely neither on gods nor on the Tao."

"It relies on the methods of creating one's own god."

His eyes were deep and unfathomable as he quietly watched the scene unfolding on the Qingyun Arena.

Devouring Abyss descended like a demon god, his eight-foot-tall demonic body standing tall. A skeletal hand gripped the brow of an eighth-rank martial artist, wisps of purple soul being forcibly extracted from the artist's body. The essence of the soul was transformed into strands of black and purple soul silk, which wrapped around his wrist, refining the soul into a puppet.

Prince Duan slowly raised the jade talisman in his hand and gave a deep command:

"Activate the Ninefold Thunder Scripture!"

Instantly, the ground beneath the entire arena trembled.

Thunder rumbled from the ground, like a surging sea of ​​thunder, as three completely different sources of lightning suddenly erupted from the earth's veins.

A wisp of golden lightning, ten thousand feet long, roared like a thunderclap from the heavens;

A wisp of dark thunder, chilling to the bone, accompanied by the mournful cries of ghosts that echoed in all directions;
The final bolt of lightning was the true form of the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture. The scroll, which seemed to have been dormant for many years, rose up under the light of the lightning. The seal script trembled, like dragons and snakes floating, and it was full of vitality.

The two sources of lightning, like swallows returning to their nests, disappeared into the Thunder Scripture of the Nine Heavens.

Prince Duan remained expressionless, but his eyes gleamed with an unusual light amidst the rapidly shrinking lightning.

"Everyone believes that as long as you collect the three volumes of Thunder Scriptures—the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture, the Thunderclap Blade Technique, and the Yin Thunder Heaven Scripture—you can summon a heavenly tribulation to kill immortals."

He slowly stepped forward, his gaze sweeping over the surging phantom of the lightning tower where the lightning intertwined, a cold glint appearing in his eyes.

"But little did they know that the real key was not the gathering of the three volumes, but rather—using the Nine Heavens Thunder Scripture as the foundation and Yin Thunder and Yang Thunder as the catalysts, combining the powers of the two poles to refine the Thunder Scripture, thus enabling it to evolve."

“The Ninefold Thunder Scripture.” He uttered these four words as if making a final decision, and the lightning suddenly intensified.

Above the arena, the void trembled, and a nine-layered lightning tower formed from lightning slowly took shape. Each layer of the tower wall was engraved with ancient heavenly lightning seals, with overlapping and interwoven lightning patterns, and the might of heaven swept over it, as if the Lord of Calamity had descended.

Prince Duan turned around and glanced at the guards kneeling behind him. They had already been forced to lie prostrate on the ground by Lei Wei and dared not move.

"Inviting a heavenly tribulation... Your Highness actually intends to invite a heavenly tribulation? But that young man..."

"He possesses the Thunder Physique," Prince Duan interrupted calmly, his gaze returning to the arena.

"When the Heavenly Tribulation descends, the first to be struck are those who are closest to the source of lightning in this world."

A slight smirk played on his lips as he watched the Devouring Abyss continue to devour Chu Ning's soul, and he murmured:

Even if Chu Ning's body has been taken over by the Devouring Abyss, the calamity fire will still target his original body.

"But he was greedy for this 'Thunder Extreme Body', which meant he was destined to bring calamity into his body."

"From the moment he stepped into the ring, it was already... a dead end."

As the nine-tiered thunder tower slowly solidified and took shape, the energy of heaven and earth suddenly reversed.

(End of this chapter)