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

Until one evening when the breeze was gentle, the atmosphere in the entire closed training room suddenly froze, and the air instantly became still.

Yang Jian's cultivation transformation was completely complete, and the last barrier that had imprisoned his cultivation was shattered and dissolved. The old and new soul energies were perfectly transferred and completely integrated without any conflict.

Every inch of his flesh, every bone, every meridian, and every muscle in his body underwent a comprehensive reshaping, upgrading, and tempering. His physical foundation, soul power purity, and divine soul strength were all elevated to a completely new level.

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes. There was no dazzling light or domineering pressure in his eyes, only a deep and calm sea.

The faint golden light surrounding his body slowly receded, gradually fading away along the surface of his skin, and finally disappearing completely into his body without leaving a trace.

He slowly stood up, his posture as upright as a pine tree, and gently clenched his fist.

The moment the fist clenched, a powerful, profound, and pure sense of strength filled the entire body, permeating every limb and bone.

Compared to himself three months ago when he killed the Asura God, his physical strength, soul power, and overall combat power have increased by at least three times.

This is not a simple accumulation of power, but a complete transformation and sublimation at the essential level. The heavy shackles that have bound his physical body and cultivation for so long have been completely shattered and stripped away, and his flesh and bones have undergone a rebirth.

At this moment, his every move exudes a restrained, profound, solid, and weighty power, without the slightest hint of superficiality or restlessness.

Every inch of power is deeply rooted in the flesh and blood, seemingly ordinary, but in fact it contains terrifying power.

Every time he raised his hand or stepped down, he carried a terrifying pressure far exceeding that of the past, yet he concealed it perfectly, ensuring it wouldn't leak out or disturb the outside world.

After thoroughly stabilizing his new realm and solidifying all his foundations, Yang Jian no longer continued to meditate and cultivate behind closed doors.

He rose and slowly walked out of his secluded, private training room, stepping into the quiet, long corridor outside. The corridor was quiet and serene, well-ventilated and bright, without a trace of noise.

The corridor was covered by a roof, obscuring the view of the outside sky, but his senses had already surpassed the limits of the mundane world, making him incredibly perceptive.

His divine sense gently spread out, easily penetrating the heavy roof, the layers of halls of the Spirit Hall, and the dimensional barriers of the entire Douluo Continent, clearly perceiving the vast and boundless void and starry sea beyond the barriers.

In the past, his perception could only vaguely capture the general location of the divine realm, as if through a thick, dense fog, unable to see clearly or touch it, only able to glimpse its blurry outline from afar, completely unable to reach it.

But now, everything is completely different.

The dimensional barrier that separated the lower realm from the divine realm and trapped countless beings was no longer an insurmountable chasm. In his perception, this incredibly sturdy dimensional barrier was like a thin, half-open wooden door, fragile and weak.

He can push away at any time if he wants, freely traversing between the Douluo Continent and the God Realm, unbound by any dimensional rules.

This profound and insightful perception made Yang Jian fully aware that his current cultivation level had truly entered the realm of gods, completely breaking free from all the constraints and limitations of the lower realms, and truly achieving the ability to transcend the shackles of the planes and overlook all the heavens.

Yang Jian did not turn back into the cultivation room. Instead, he walked slowly out along the long, quiet corridor.

Along the way, they encountered many disciples and elders of the Spirit Hall.

Upon seeing Yang Jian's figure appear, everyone immediately stopped in their tracks, bowed respectfully, and saluted in unison.

Everyone on the entire Douluo Continent knew that the young powerhouse before them was the guardian who had personally slain the Asura God King and protected the entire continent, the supreme number one figure in the Spirit Hall, and the most outstanding being in the entire lower realm.

Faced with the respectful bows of the crowd, Yang Jian simply nodded in response, his steps never faltering, his expression calm and composed as he strode through the layers of palaces and pavilions.

He walked slowly out of the heavy and solemn gates of the Spirit Hall, leaving behind the dense buildings inside, and finally stopped in a wide-open field outside the Spirit Hall city.

The evening breeze was gentle, the sky was clear, and the open fields offered a wide view, unobstructed by any tall buildings or palaces. Looking up, one could see the vast, high blue sky, with light clouds and a gentle breeze, a truly expansive scene.

Yang Jian stood still, slowly raised his head, and his gaze pierced through the clouds in the sky, accurately locking onto the location of the God Realm outside the dimensional barrier.

He didn't build up momentum, didn't leap into the air, and didn't use any teleportation techniques; he simply took a calm and unhurried step forward.

With just this simple step, without touching any ground, the body naturally and steadily rose into the air.

Without rapid acceleration or abrupt shifts, it steadily climbed higher and higher at a gentle and smooth pace throughout.

He steadily passed through the layers of soft, low-lying clouds, the swirling mist gently brushing past him, warm and refreshing.

It then continued to climb upwards, piercing through the increasingly thin air currents at high altitudes, soaring straight up until it crashed directly into the dimensional barrier that separated the lower realm from the divine realm.

Chapter 307 God of War

The moment Yang Jian's fingertips touched the barrier, he only felt a slight, almost imperceptible resistance.

A thin, soft film blocked my view; the obstruction was so slight that it could be ignored.

The next instant, the dimensional barrier that had trapped all living beings in the lower realms for countless years shattered silently.

The slight resistance from before has completely dissipated.

Yang Jian's body was no longer restrained in the slightest, completely detached from the Douluo Continent plane.

He stepped into a completely new, vast, and boundless supreme space.

An endless, layered sea of ​​white clouds unfolds beneath our feet.

The clouds were soft and thick, covering the vast emptiness and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Yang Jian looked down.

The Douluo Continent below had shrunk into a blurry, tiny shadow.

That continent floated at the bottom of the void, far away, looking illusory and ethereal.

He raised his head and gazed into the distance.

The vast and boundless void of the divine realm unfolds before my eyes.

The spiritual energy here is so rich it's almost liquefied.

Every breath of air inhaled is imbued with pure and domineering divine power.

Its energy level far surpasses all the power of the lower realms.

The entire space was filled with a solemn and vast atmosphere, majestic and sacred.

The oppressive aura unique to the highest plane of the heavens enveloped all directions.

Yang Jian stood alone above the sea of ​​clouds in the divine realm.

His back was ramrod straight, and his expression was calm and composed, showing no signs of emotional fluctuation.

The sky of the divine realm has its own unique appearance.

The entire sky was bathed in a layer of pale golden light, with varying shades of color.

This golden light will not remain fixed in one shape; it will slowly flow and change.

The golden light, whose exact source could not be discerned, poured down continuously, covering the entire sky.

The sunlight fell into the layers of clouds, condensing into a soft halo that wouldn't easily dissipate.

A sense of grandeur and transparency permeates every corner of the divine realm.

Yang Jian was standing on a suspended stone platform.

The stone platform is pure white, hard and flat, and feels stable underfoot.

You can't feel the floating and swaying that a suspended platform should have.

The stone platform is covered with dense, intricate patterns.

The grooves are finely textured and cover the entire platform surface.

The golden sunlight continuously shines down from above, so these patterns never remain still.

A faint light is hidden within the patterns, slowly flowing and turning.

With the naked eye, one can clearly see an unknown force moving back and forth beneath the stone platform.

The cold, hard stone platform thus gains a touch of vibrant spirit.

Yang Jian lowered his head, his gaze sweeping over the stone patterns on the ground beneath his feet, which were constantly shimmering with light.

His gaze lingered briefly before he slowly raised his head and looked at the endless sea of ​​clouds in the distance.

The clouds in the God Realm are completely different from those in the lower realm of Douluo Continent.

Layer upon layer, progressing step by step, stretching all the way to the horizon.

Thick and fluffy, stretching as far as the eye can see.

From time to time, the outlines of floating buildings peek out from the gaps in the sea of ​​clouds.

There are all sorts of styles, and no two buildings look alike.

Some towering pagodas reach straight up, piercing directly through layers of clouds.

Some long, arched bridges stretch across gaps in the clouds, suspended in mid-air.

There are also huge crystals with sharp edges cut out, suspended above the clouds.

As the golden sunlight fell upon it, the surface of the crystal shone with a warm luster.

The atmosphere in the air was vastly different from that in Douluo Continent.

The air in Douluo Continent is thick and solid, filled with the scent of grass, trees, mountains, and rivers, and the aroma of life brought by the flow of soul power.

The air in the divine realm is exceptionally clean and clear, making one feel light and comfortable when inhaled.

With each breath, not a single impurity enters the lungs.

All the feeling of heaviness disappeared, and my body and mind felt relaxed and ethereal.

Yang Jian slowly strolled along the edge of the platform.

He walked at a moderate pace, his gaze casually sweeping over the buildings that were faintly visible amidst the sea of ​​clouds.

He wasn't in a hurry to get going.

Even after entering the completely unfamiliar realm of gods, he felt no panic whatsoever.

I walked slowly until I reached the part of the platform with the widest view before stopping.

Standing here, you can see the entire sea of ​​clouds and sky in the distance without anything obstructing your view.

Yang Jian stood quietly in place, gazing into the distance, watching the ever-changing shapes of the sea of ​​clouds and sky.

He looked relaxed, like a passerby who had nothing better to do than come and enjoy the scenery.

The realm of gods appears peaceful and serene on the surface, but in reality, it is filled with rules and oppressive power.

This land has its own guardians; they will not allow strange visitors to linger and wander freely.

Not long after, the previously quiet sky was finally disturbed by some movement.

The God of War arrived a little later than the divine realm had anticipated.

He set off from the most magnificent and solemn golden main hall at the very top of the sea of ​​clouds.