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

"The incident occurred in a low-level plane called Douluo Continent. The plane there is of low level, with thin spiritual energy and incomplete rules. In theory, it should not be able to produce a strong person who can contend with a God King."

"Who exactly possesses such terrifying strength, capable of directly slaying a legitimate supreme god-king?"

This question was also the biggest doubt in the minds of all the god-kings present.

For millennia, the realm of gods has always been at the pinnacle of all the heavens and realms. No matter how talented or powerful the beings in the lower realms are, their upper limit can never reach the level of a god-king. This is an unchanging rule of the heavens. But today, this ironclad law that has lasted for millennia has been completely shattered.

The God of Destruction was the first to recover from his shock, suppressing the surging emotions in his heart, his expression becoming increasingly cold and solemn.

He turned and walked towards the edge of the platform, his steps steady and powerful. After taking two steps, he suddenly stopped and spoke in a deep voice.

“This matter is of utmost importance, absolutely no small matter. I will immediately contact all the other Venerable Ones in the Divine Realm to gather in the council hall and discuss a solution together.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the God of Destruction's figure instantly transformed into a dark red streak of light and completely disappeared from the cloud-covered platform.

The benevolent god-king and the evil god-king exchanged a glance, and both saw deep fear and solemnity in each other's eyes.

Without uttering a single word, they moved swiftly, each teleporting away from the high platform to quickly coordinate matters across the divine realm and deal with this sudden upheaval.

In a short moment, the cloud-sea platform, where the four supreme god-kings had gathered, became empty and silent.

Before long, in the most central and solemn council hall of the divine realm, all the venerable beings of the divine realm arrived, and the four supreme god-kings were already seated.

In the center of the circular council hall stood an ancient and heavy stone round table, around which were four ancient stone chairs. The four supreme god-kings sat on them, creating a tense and oppressive atmosphere, as if the air itself had frozen.

The Kind God King leaned against his luminous white staff, his gaze fixed on the map of the myriad planes on the table, its light and shadow swirling. His eyes were fixed on the location of Douluo Continent, his expression extremely serious, and all his gentle aura was completely suppressed.

The Evil God King sat opposite him, his hands resting steadily on the table. His dark eyes were cold and deep as he gazed silently at the Douluo Continent, lost in thought. His aura was icy and chilling, making it impossible for anyone to look him in the eye.

The God of Destruction sat to the side, his natal sword resting on the edge of the table. He remained silent, his thumb repeatedly pressing and rubbing against the table, the subtle movements revealing his inner restlessness and apprehension.

The fall of the Asura God was an extremely rare event in the endless ages of the God Realm, the fall of a supreme God-King, and its impact was far-reaching.

The Goddess of Life sat on the last stone chair, her slender fingertips gently tracing the flowing patterns of light and shadow on the tabletop, carefully sensing the changes in the aura of the various planes, trying to capture the traces of the powerful figure who had slain the Asura God from the chaotic plane fluctuations.

The entire council hall was deathly silent. All the Venerables held their breath and remained silent, no one daring to speak. Everyone knew that today's meeting concerned the entire divine realm and the order of all the heavens and myriad worlds.

Just as the somber atmosphere reached its peak, a dazzling golden light suddenly shone on the open space next to the round table.

Golden light slowly flowed and gathered, gradually condensing into shape, and the figure of the Sea God appeared out of thin air in the council hall.

As a powerful figure in the God Realm who oversees the area surrounding Douluo Continent and governs the rules of the seas, the Sea God witnessed the entire duel and was the one who knew the whole story best.

The God of Destruction was the first to look up at him, his tone brief and direct, without any unnecessary pleasantries, and he went straight to the point to ask the core question.

"Who exactly was the one who killed the Asura God?"

The sea god slowly walked to the round table and stood still. His gaze calmly swept over the four solemn-looking supreme god-kings and the group of tense-looking venerable beings of the divine realm around him, before he slowly opened his mouth to answer.

"The one who made the move was neither a person from the God Realm nor a veteran powerhouse native of this plane, but a human named Yang Jian."

He paused briefly, gathered his thoughts, and recounted the entire story, its beginning and end, so that all the gods and venerable ones could fully understand the whole situation.

"The Asura God and this human, Yang Jian, had long ago formed a life-and-death feud, and had a total of three direct confrontations."

"The first two conflicts were caused by the arrogant Asura God who disregarded the divine realm's prohibitions and went down to the mortal realm to provoke us."

"This time, he was unwilling to accept defeat and could not swallow the humiliation of losing. He specially brought four of his top-level gods with him to the mortal realm, intending to use the power of the five gods to join forces to besiege and completely kill Yang Jian and wash away the shame."

"But ever since that descent to the mortal realm, the Asura God and his group of five have been completely cut off from contact and have never been able to return to the God Realm."

After listening to the Sea God's detailed account, the God of Destruction's fingers, which were pressing on the table, suddenly stopped. His eyes were instantly filled with disbelief and shock, and his tone was full of astonishment, deliberately emphasizing his words.

"An ordinary human from the lower realms?"

"A dignified and orthodox God-King, leading four highly skilled and top-tier first-level gods to join forces in a siege, was actually defeated by a human, resulting in the complete annihilation of his army with not a single survivor?"

This result completely overturned the God of Destruction's understanding over millions of years.

In the common understanding of all the gods in the divine realm, humans in the lower realm have short lifespans, limited talents, and extremely low cultivation limits, making it impossible for them to surpass the level and shake the power of a god-king.

The benevolent god-king frowned deeply, his gentle face filled with solemnity, his understanding of the plane's rules, accumulated over millions of years, was completely shattered.

"This matter is too bizarre. From ancient times to the present, there has never been a human from a lower plane who has grown to the point of overwhelming a god-king. If we let it go unchecked and allow it to continue to grow, it will inevitably become the greatest scourge of the god realm in the future."

Chapter 305 Loosening

The Evil God King remained silent, his dark eyes fixed on the small dot of Douluo Continent on the map, the fear in his eyes growing stronger.

A mortal from the lower realms who can silently kill a god of asura is far too dangerous and far too unknown.

The goddess of life withdrew her sliding fingertips, raised her eyes to look directly at the sea god, and her gentle voice held an unprecedented seriousness and earnestness as she confirmed with the sea god once again.

"Are you absolutely certain that you watched the entire battle without making a mistake, that the person who killed the Asura God and annihilated four first-level gods was this human named Yang Jian? And that there was no other external intervention?"

Meeting the gazes of the four supreme god-kings and a host of venerable beings from the divine realm, the sea god nodded emphatically, his tone resolute and without the slightest hesitation.

"I can be 100% certain. I observed the entire battle without any external intervention, formations, or treasures. It was all Yang Jian's own strength, directly crushing and killing the five gods. There is absolutely no mistake."

Upon receiving an affirmative reply, the atmosphere in the council chamber grew increasingly oppressive and heavy.

A sharp glint flashed in the eyes of the God of Destruction. He immediately grabbed his natal sword from the edge of the table, stood up abruptly, and unleashed a domineering aura of destruction around him.

"Since it's true, I'll immediately go down to the mortal realm myself to meet this human, find out his background, and see who he really is and how many tricks he's up his sleeve!"

"Absolutely not!" The Goddess of Life immediately intervened, her tone filled with clear dissuasion and concern.

"The Asura God himself is incredibly powerful, and he has absorbed the full divine power of four first-level gods, so his combat power has already surpassed his original peak. Even with such a lineup, they all perished. You are rashly going down to the mortal realm alone. You have no chance of success at all. It is too dangerous. There is no need to put yourself in danger."

The God of Destruction paused slightly, his gaze lingering on the Goddess of Life's face for a moment. He neither uttered a rebuttal nor lowered his longsword. His aura remained intense, clearly indicating that he had already made a decision but was temporarily holding back.

The evil god-king, who had been silent all along, finally spoke slowly, his deep voice carrying a calm and deliberate consideration, breaking the deadlock.

"Don't act impulsively. The worst thing you can do is to act rashly against an unknown opponent. We know nothing about this human's true background, cultivation methods, or ultimate trump cards. Acting rashly will only put us at a disadvantage. Let's hold back for now, thoroughly investigate all aspects of the opponent's background and strength limits, and then make further plans."

The benevolent god-king nodded slightly, agreeing with this statement, and added in a deep voice.

“That’s right, caution is the priority. If this person truly possesses terrifying combat power that can crush a god-king, none of us can restrain him alone. Once we have gathered all the information, the four of us will descend to the mortal realm together to make a final decision and avoid repeating the mistakes of the Asura God.”

The goddess of life stopped trying to dissuade her, gently sat back down on the stone chair, her expression still solemn.

The sea god stood quietly beside the round table, his mind completely clear.

The Asura Gods' unauthorized descent to the mortal realm and their subsequent demise are merely the beginning. The emergence of a mortal being who breaks the shackles of dimensional barriers and is capable of slaying a supreme god-king will inevitably disrupt the millennia-long peaceful order of the divine realm.

This turmoil, spanning the realm of gods and the Douluo Continent, is far from over.

The real upheaval and the real struggle have only just begun; a massive upheaval that will sweep across all realms is about to quietly unfold.

……

Meanwhile, in the most secluded and tranquil training room deep within the Spirit Hall on the Douluo Continent.

The hustle and bustle of the outside world, and the undercurrents of the divine realm, have no effect on this secluded and quiet little space. It is isolated from all sound and all presence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Yang Jian sat upright on the ground with his legs crossed, his posture straight and upright, neither crooked nor tilted, his temperament calm and reserved.

The three-pointed double-edged sword rested steadily on his knees, its bright, dazzling silver-white light, which had extinguished and receded completely after the great battle.

The blade's surface is covered with only a very faint sheen, which occasionally floats and swirls on the surface for a moment before quickly disappearing, quiet and understated.

The divine weapon, along with its master, has settled down, shedding all its killing edge.

Yang Jian closed his eyes tightly, his breathing even and long, adjusting his restless blood and soul power after the battle, gradually calming the residual heat of the battle within his body.

In his mind, every detail of the entire battle was being replayed over and over again, from the initial confrontation with the Asura God, to the opponent absorbing the power of four first-level gods to amplify his strength, to the subsequent close-quarters attacks, the clash of ultimate moves, and finally the slaying of the god. Every action, every attack and defense, and every collision of power was being repeatedly sorted out, reviewed, and categorized by him.

He did not become complacent because of his great victory. Instead, he rigorously analyzed every flaw and shortcoming in his battle and calmly identified his weaknesses.

He clearly realized that during the battle, there was still room for improvement in the angle of his body movement. Some of his turns and dodges were not smooth enough and had a slight stiffness.

The rhythm of some of the strikes is a bit sluggish, the explosiveness could be improved a little, and the speed of the strikes could be increased further.

There is still room for improvement in one's own physical reaction speed. At the critical moment of dodging, there is still an extremely slight lag, and it is not possible to achieve absolute instantaneous dodging.

He meticulously identified countless flaws in combat that were so subtle that ordinary people could not even perceive them. Like polishing rough parts, he repeatedly refined and refined them, gradually perfecting his combat system and making up for his own shortcomings.

As he was fully focused on analyzing the details of the battle and honing his combat skills, his cultivation state quietly underwent a tremendous change.

His consciousness inadvertently touched the core of his main cultivation technique, the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts.

The cultivation barrier that had been holding him back and preventing him from breaking through for so long was now quietly loosening.

The thick, solid bottleneck that had bound his cultivation for so long was like a heavy wall that had been sealed for ten thousand years, which quietly cracked open with a tiny, long fissure, allowing him to glimpse a higher level of cultivation and touch the door to a brand new power.

Yang Jian slowly opened her eyes and looked down quietly at her hands.

A faint golden light lingered on the surface of his fingertips. This light adhered closely to the skin, flowing and floating slowly, with a warm and substantial texture, completely different from the bursts of soul power he had experienced before.

This golden light is no longer absorbed from the outside, nor does it simply flow rapidly through the meridians. Instead, it slowly rises from the skin, muscles, flesh, and bones, circulating throughout the body. After one cycle, it is quietly absorbed and refined by the body, endlessly nourishing the flesh, tempering the meridians, and strengthening the bones.

He could clearly sense that the way his soul power circulated within his body had undergone a radical change.

In the past, soul power was like a surging river, rapid and fierce, with extremely strong explosive power and impact, but it was also somewhat impetuous and lacked a solid foundation.

At this moment, the transformed soul power became warm, thick, condensed and pure, like a fine and warm nutrient solution, gradually penetrating the flesh and muscles, nourishing the meridians and bones, slowly filling all the tiny voids left by years of cultivation and making up for all the flaws in cultivation.

This change, though seemingly subtle and gradual, fundamentally altered his cultivation foundation, resulting in a complete transformation.

Chapter 306 The Divine Realm

The life-or-death battle with the God of Asura, which seemed like Yang Jian completely crushed his opponent and won easily, was actually an extreme life-or-death experience.

The intense, high-pressure battle between god-kings completely shattered his long-standing cultivation constraints, squeezing out the ultimate power hidden deep within the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts and forcing out all his potential.

Yang Jian did not rush to break through his cultivation level or forcefully overcome the bottleneck. He deeply understood the importance of a solid foundation, and that the higher one's cultivation level, the less one should be impatient or restless.

He closed his eyes again, following the rhythm of this new flow of soul power, slowly refining his physical body, stabilizing his current realm, and solidifying his foundation for cultivation.

As he focused on his cultivation, the bottleneck crack deep within his consciousness grew wider and wider. The profound mysteries of the Eight-Nine Arcane Arts, which were originally obscure and difficult to comprehend, now became simple, clear, and easy to understand.

Countless precious cultivation insights and combat experiences flooded into his mind, and the cultivation problems and bottlenecks that had puzzled him for years were now all solved.

Time slipped by quietly, and the outside world's time quietly turned; three whole months had passed in the blink of an eye.

The world outside the Spirit Hall has undergone several changes.

Autumn winds sweep away the withered leaves covering the mountains, and winter blankets the earth in white snow. After the ice and snow melt, tender buds quietly climb the branches in spring.

Despite the changing seasons, the hustle and bustle, and the coming and going of people in the outside world, there was not a trace of breath or movement that could disturb Yang Jian, who was sitting in meditation in the cultivation room.

For the entire three months, he remained seated cross-legged, motionless and as steady as an ancient rock, his mind and body completely immersed in cultivation.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword before his knees was thickly covered with a layer of fine, soft silver dust. The tiny particles of light swirled and rose and fell slowly in the quiet training room, exuding a warm and mellow sword aura. The divine weapon, along with its master, had settled and transformed, its aura becoming increasingly restrained and profound.