Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

At this moment, the entire magnificent Spirit Hall fell into an eerie silence. No one spoke, no one made a sound, no one moved. Everyone's mind, gaze, and senses were firmly gripped by the giant vortex that stretched across the heavens and earth high in the sky, and no one could break free.

Of all the people present, only Yue Guan was the first to recover from the extreme shock.

His figure flashed suddenly, his robes fluttering and his shadow sweeping, and in an instant he leaped out of his residence and landed steadily on the bluestone ground in the center of the square. He stood tall and straight, looking up at the strange phenomenon in the sky.

His usually gentle and smiling eyes suddenly narrowed, his pupils constricted, and his eyes were filled with extreme shock and disbelief.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he had a thousand words to say, but in the end he suppressed them all and did not utter a sound.

Almost simultaneously, the black mist surged and rolled, and a ghostly figure appeared out of thin air, standing steadily beside Yue Guan.

The two titled Douluo stood side by side, looking up at the rapidly expanding and increasingly powerful vortex of heaven and earth high in the sky.

The ghost's entire face was shrouded in thick black mist, revealing only a pair of deep, cold eyes, which were filled with complexity, shock, and solemnity.

After a brief silence, Yue Guan slowly raised his right hand, his fingertips slightly raised, pointing precisely to the deepest part of the Spirit Hall. His voice was low and hoarse, carrying an undisguised tremor: "That direction... is His Holiness the Pope's training room."

The ghost remained silent, offering no response.

He glanced deeply in the direction Yue Guan was pointing, then slowly withdrew his gaze, returning it to the terrifying vortex of heaven and earth high in the sky, his solemnity growing even stronger.

The two locked eyes, and without a word, they both saw the exact same guess in each other's eyes.

However, this conjecture was too shocking and too far-fetched, so much so that even the two titled Douluo, who held high positions and were used to seeing storms, were wary and neither dared to speak out first.

Above the heavens, the strange phenomenon continued to escalate, showing no signs of abating.

The vortex devoured the spiritual energy of heaven and earth at an increasingly violent speed, and its coverage area continued to expand, almost covering most of the sky above the Spirit Hall.

The Yuan energy flowing from all directions grew increasingly robust and powerful, no longer thin threads, but transformed into vast, transparent rivers that surged from the ground into the sky and poured into the core of the vortex.

The powerful aftershocks of Yuan energy swept across the entire Spirit Hall, causing the robes of everyone on the plaza to flutter wildly in the invisible wind, creating a continuous rustling sound.

The biting airflow rushed towards them, growing stronger and stronger. Many disciples with weaker cultivation levels had to raise their hands to shield their eyes and retreat repeatedly, trying their best to stabilize their swaying bodies so as not to be blown away by the strong wind.

While the outside world was in turmoil and strange phenomena were occurring, the cultivation chamber was a place of ultimate tranquility and brilliance.

Yang Jian remained seated firmly on the futon with his eyes closed, his body completely still.

His entire body was already completely enveloped in an extremely dense, almost solidified golden cocoon of light. The golden light flowed brilliantly, both gentle and domineering, firmly protecting him at its center.

The endless primordial energy absorbed by the external vortex penetrated the array barrier and converged entirely into the cultivation chamber.

The immense Yuan energy flowed into Yang Jian's body through the dense golden patterns on his skin, stream by stream.

Countless golden streams of energy crisscrossed and eventually converged into the main meridians of his body, like thousands of streams flowing into the ocean, gently and swiftly nourishing every inch of his flesh and blood and every strand of his soul power.

This extraordinary phenomenon, which shocked the entire Spirit Hall, lasted for a full half hour.

When the last wisp of primordial energy was completely absorbed, the giant vortex that had been spinning wildly in the sky slowly slowed down, gradually shrinking and dissipating.

The churning clouds slowly closed in, the last rays of dusk once again bathed the earth in light, and the world returned to peace and tranquility.

The gap in the heavens and earth that had just appeared, powerful enough to shake the continent, seemed to have never existed, leaving no trace whatsoever.

Inside the cultivation room, the golden light slowly receded and faded.

Yang Jian finally slowly opened his eyes. Two deep, sharp golden rays flashed from his eyes, so fast that they were impossible to catch, leaving only a calm and deep gaze, steady as a mountain.

He lowered his head slightly, looking down at his hands.

At this moment, the golden divine power patterns on his palms, the backs of his hands, and his fingertips were more dense, deeper, and more refined than before he went into seclusion.

Fine gold patterns covered every inch of the skin on the palm, and a very faint golden halo surrounded the fingertips, hazy and translucent, as if covered with a layer of pure gold leaf as thin as a cicada's wing, noble and domineering.

His soul power was vast and surging, having already broken through the level 90 barrier and steadily entered the Title Douluo realm. His foundation was solid and stable, without the slightest hint of superficiality.

But Yang Jian knew perfectly well that the earth-shattering vortex just now was not simply caused by a breakthrough in soul power level.

This was the ultimate phenomenon resulting from his six months of arduous practice of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which allowed him to completely break through to a new realm and complete a fundamental transformation.

It was this supreme technique that underwent a qualitative change, triggering the rules of heaven and earth and creating a grand resonance between heaven and earth.

He quietly sensed the new power within his body, his mind clear and lucid.

At this moment, the power within his body was more abundant, profound, condensed, and violent than ever before. The immense divine power was compressed, restrained, and settled to the extreme, lying dormant in his meridians and dantian, like a ball of ultimate energy that was tightly imprisoned, gentle and restrained, yet concealing a world-destroying power.

With just a thought, this terrifying power could be unleashed in its entirety, tearing apart mountains and rivers and shaking the heavens and earth.

Yang Jian slowly got up, gently turned his neck and stretched his shoulders to relieve the stiffness and soreness caused by sitting for half a year.

After six months of seclusion, his appearance remained unchanged from six months ago; he was still tall, handsome, and had an outstanding figure. However, his overall demeanor had undergone a complete transformation.

All the former sharpness, fierceness, and vigor have been subdued and internalized, like a peerless divine weapon that has undergone countless hammerings and repeated forging and tempering.

All the exposed sharpness is hidden deep within the sword. It appears gentle and peaceful, but in reality, it possesses a vast and unfathomable depth. It is calm and reserved, yet it carries an unparalleled aura.

He stepped forward and gently pushed open the heavy stone door of the cultivation room.

The moment the stone door opened, a cool evening breeze carrying the last rays of twilight rushed into the room, dispelling the stuffy atmosphere that had lingered in the enclosed space for the past six months.

In the long, empty corridor, his footsteps echoed clearly, each sound crisp and clear, building upon the last, breaking the long silence and reverberating throughout the entire corridor.

Chapter 260 Searching for the Ninth Soul Ring

As Yang Jian walked slowly through the hall, his eyes flickered and he saw two figures standing side by side in the center of the square.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei remained standing in the same spot, clearly waiting there on purpose.

Upon seeing Yang Jian appear, Yue Guan's gaze instantly locked onto his figure. Her eyes carefully swept over his eyebrows, hands, and the aura flowing around him, probing inch by inch, not daring to miss the slightest detail.

A moment later, Yue Guan's brows twitched slightly, and shock still lingered in his eyes. He asked in a deep voice, "That vortex of heaven and earth just now...was it your doing?"

Yang Jian nodded slightly, his expression calm and his tone even: "Just a breakthrough in cultivation technique."

He didn't explain much, didn't elaborate on what he had broken through to the Supreme Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, and didn't mention the heaven-defying boost brought about by this transformation, only mentioning it briefly.

After a brief pause, Yang Jian looked up at the distant horizon and said calmly, "I need to go out and hunt for my ninth soul ring."

"The target has been identified, but the mountains and seas are vast, and it will take some time to find it."

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance, both filled with doubt, but wisely refrained from asking any questions about the details of the breakthrough, and simply nodded.

Yue Guan spoke slowly, his tone calm and reliable: "You can go with peace of mind. With the two of us overseeing everything at the Spirit Hall, there will be no mistakes."

Yang Jian nodded slightly and responded with a flat "Mm".

He said no more and paid no attention to the crowd of Spirit Hall members in the square who were holding their breath and staring in awe.

His figure suddenly swayed, transforming into a pure white stream of light of ultimate refinement, which shot straight into the sky.

A pure white beam of light pierced the twilight sky, drawing a long, sharp arc that instantly penetrated layers of clouds and disappeared without a trace at the distant horizon.

Two hours passed in the blink of an eye.

Yang Jian's figure had already traversed thousands of miles of territory, arriving at the endless sea on the easternmost side of the Douluo Continent.

Looking up into the distance, one sees an endless expanse of sea, with a boundless and unobstructed view.

The seawater near the coast is a clear and bright light blue, clean and fresh. As it extends into the deep sea, the color gradually settles and turns into a deep, dark blue. Further out, it becomes a rich, inky dark blue.

Finally, the inky black sea merged with the dark blue sky, creating a vast and boundless expanse of sea and sky, exuding a majestic and desolate aura.

On the sea, the sea breeze is fierce and violent, several times more ferocious than the winds on the mainland.

The salty, pungent sea breeze, carrying fine sea spray, lashed against Yang Jian's face and robes, whipping and tugging at his garments, making a rustling sound.

Beneath our feet, the vast ocean surges ceaselessly, with wave after wave rising and crashing, creating a deafening roar. The boundless sea is majestic and expansive, showcasing the grandeur and power of nature.

Yang Jian hovered above the sea, his figure calm and steady, moving forward slowly and steadily.

He deliberately slowed down his flight speed, and between his brows, a vast and powerful spiritual force, like an invisible giant net that was boundless, fine, and resilient, quietly spread and expanded.

An invisible spiritual force enveloped the entire sea area spanning dozens of miles, gently covering the surface of the sea, and then penetrating through the surging waves and deep waters, penetrating deep into the dark and tranquil seabed.

Its fine spiritual tentacles reach every inch of the sea, carefully scanning the crisscrossing reefs, the deep and narrow underwater canyons, and the undulating seabed, precisely sensing the fluctuations of every current, the aura of every wisp of soul power, and the movement of every living being.

He cruised silently on the vast sea, day and night, without ever stopping.

A whole day and night passed quietly, from sunrise to sunset, from a starry night to noon the next day, the cycle repeating itself.

The weather at sea is unpredictable and changes rapidly.

Sometimes the sky is clear and the sun shines brightly on the sea, making the waves sparkle and shimmer. The entire sea is calm and serene, like a carefully laid-out piece of fine blue silk, gentle and tranquil.

At times, a sudden gust of wind rises, dark clouds gather, and torrential rain pours down. Turbulent waves surge and crash, creating a terrifying spectacle as the vast ocean reveals its violent and ferocious nature.

But no matter how the weather changed or how violent the waves were, they could not shake Yang Jian's figure in the slightest.

He remained steadily suspended high in the sky, his flight speed constant, neither fast nor slow, the giant net of spiritual energy between his brows always fully extended, never receding or slacking off, patiently searching for the target's traces.

Until noon on the third day, the sun was high in the sky, the sky was clear, and the sea was crystal clear.

Yang Jian's boundless spiritual power finally encountered an extremely terrifying and powerful fluctuation of soul power in a deep, desolate area of ​​the deep sea.

This soul power was vast, profound, steady, and domineering, carrying the unique darkness and ferocity of deep-sea creatures, far surpassing the level of all the 100,000-year-old soul beasts he had encountered in the past.

Its profound foundation and terrifying pressure caused Yang Jian's spiritual power to immediately feel an extremely strong invisible resistance as soon as it touched the edge of the fluctuation. It was heavy, oppressive, and chilling, carrying an inviolable domineering aura.

Upon closer inspection, he realized that this soul power did not reach the level of a 990,000-year-old extreme ferocious beast. It was clearly stuck in the perfect range between 700,000 and 990,000 years, which was exactly the target he had been searching for for his ninth soul ring.

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, but his expression remained calm, and he had already made a precise judgment in his heart.

Instead of rashly stepping forward to provoke or launch a strong attack, he instantly concealed all his aura.

His vast and powerful Title Douluo soul power was completely contained and dormant, hidden deep within his body. His aura became ordinary and unremarkable, like the clouds in the sky, hidden among the sea breeze and waves.

Then, his figure glided silently along the sea surface like a light white feather, slowing down all movement and remaining extremely stealthy as he slowly approached that deep-sea area.

As he gradually approached the target sea area, the seemingly calm sea surface suddenly began to surge and churn violently.

The deep seawater churns and rises continuously, with countless white waves surging up from the dark depths, layer upon layer, converging and piling up.

The entire sea surface seemed to be lifted upwards from the seabed by an invisible, enormous force, slowly rising into a massive, arc-shaped bulge. The seawater trembled incessantly, the waves surged endlessly, and an extremely ferocious, domineering, and powerful pressure from the depths of the sea slowly rose, sweeping across the entire area.

The next instant, an enormous, dark blue shadow slowly rose from the darkness of the deep sea.

The first thing to appear is its broad and thick back, followed by its ferocious and enormous head, and finally its boundless body that can cover the entire sea.

This was a colossal whale of terrifying size, far exceeding any sea spirit beast Yang Jian had ever seen before. Even its half-surfaced body resembled a majestic, solitary island standing on the vast ocean, imposing, weighty, and awe-inspiring.

Chapter 261 Demon Emperor

The giant whale was covered with dense, layered, dark blue scales. The scales were hard and cold, and under the midday sun, they reflected a cold, sharp, and domineering metallic luster, making it a terrifying defense.