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

The slash left a long, thick trail of dark red flames stretching for thousands of miles. As it swept across the sky, it produced a series of extremely piercing, mind-shattering sounds that made the eardrums of thousands of onlookers tremble and their souls go numb.

Every inch of space that this powerful move swept through emitted a fine cracking sound. The originally stable and solid divine realm space, which had remained unchanged for hundreds of millions of years, trembled violently, twisted layer by layer, and collapsed inward. The entire world was shaking incessantly, and countless spatial cracks spread rapidly, as if it would be completely torn apart and shattered into chaos by this ultimate destructive power in the next second.

A simple, basic attack, without any fancy variations or unnecessary build-up, yet it undeniably showcased the terrifying power of the God of Destruction, who had wielded the power of destruction over the divine realm and stood at the pinnacle of the divine realm for billions of years.

If this move were to fall on an ordinary top-tier god-king, there would be no need for any follow-up attacks. It would instantly shatter the opponent's divine body, destroy their soul, and break their foundation, leaving them with no chance of turning the tide.

The God of Destruction's attack had just broken through the air and had not yet reached its target when the God of Evil's attack followed closely behind. The two moves were connected seamlessly, leaving Yang Jian no room to react or dodge.

With a slight flick of his wrist, the evil god king extended his arm holding the black staff forward, pointing the staff straight forward, and with a faint divine thought at his fingertips, he activated the ultimate evil Daoist charm.

After a long period of dormancy and accumulation of most of its original divine power, the black energy at the top of the staff suddenly exploded. Without the slightest delay or stagnation, it instantly split into thousands of slender, long, and jet-black energy tentacles.

These black tentacles were numerous and densely packed, rapidly extending, expanding, and spreading in all directions. In the blink of an eye, they covered the entire battlefield, completely sealing off all outer airspace and blocking all escape routes in all directions.

Chapter 317 The Four Great God Kings' Ultimate Moves!

The next second, the countless tentacles moved in perfect unison and with incredible speed, frantically converging, gathering, and strangling towards Yang Jian's location.

Countless black tendrils intertwined, wrapped around each other, and locked together, rapidly weaving a gigantic black net that covered the sky and blocked out the sun. The net was tough and heavy, with solidified Daoist energy, and each thread was infused with extreme evil power and devouring Daoist energy.

The openings of the giant net tightened, shrank, and compacted at a visible speed, completely sealing off all space for dodging, retreating, breaking through, and borrowing strength. The oppressive feeling and confinement between heaven and earth reached their peak in an instant.

"All evils devour the heavens."

The evil god king's voice was deep and hoarse, carrying a chilling and soul-freezing quality. The moment he uttered the four-word name of the move, the speed at which the black giant net closed, its strangulation force, and its devouring power instantly increased several times over.

The entire giant net, imbued with an unparalleled evil power capable of devouring divine power, divine souls, Daoist principles, and all things, locked onto Yang Jian's figure, employing a triple layer of trajectory prediction, spatial blockade, and Daoist principle confinement, giving him no chance to break free, dodge, or counterattack.

This giant net is by no means a simple physical confinement. The dense evil aura permeating the net will continuously erode the divine body, disrupt the flow of divine power, undermine the stability of the Dao foundation, and wear down the origin of the divine soul. Even if a top-level god-king in the divine realm is trapped inside, the circulation of divine power will be forcibly suppressed by more than 30%, the combat power will plummet, the Dao rhythm will be disordered, and he can only passively take a beating.

The Good God King's attack was a fraction of a beat slower. This was not because he was weak or slow to react, but because the power of good and balance he wielded was inherently more gentle and balanced, using softness to overcome hardness. His attack rhythm was naturally more relaxed than that of extreme killing powers like destruction and evil.

However, this slight delay is not a flaw, but rather the ultimate preparation for accumulating strength and precisely controlling power.

At this moment, the sharp, balancing divine light at the tip of the white staff in his hand had condensed to its ultimate, perfect peak state, with half of his original divine power poured into it without any reservation.

A slender, transparent beam of light, almost blending into the void, shot out instantly, piercing through layers of void barriers and breaking through the chaotic energy currents, silently and precisely heading straight for Yang Jian's core body and the origin of his soul.

This beam of light is extremely special. During its flight, it does not produce any trace of light or shadow, does not leak any energy fluctuations, and does not cause any spatial tremors. It is completely silent and invisible throughout the entire process.

Even if ordinary deities kept a close eye on the trajectory of the beam of light, used all their divine sense to investigate, and activated their top-level divine eyes to observe, they would not be able to detect its movement or anything unusual.

Only the small area of ​​space that the beam of light is about to hit will visibly collapse, twist, and wrinkle slightly, with the void undulating and vibrating in layers. This subtle anomaly is enough to prove the extreme penetrating power and restraining power contained within the beam of light, which can break through all physical defenses, divine power barriers, and divine soul shields.

"All things tend toward goodness."

The four gentle words fell softly across the sky, without a deafening sound, without an overbearing aura, without a terrifying pressure, yet the invisible power of purification and balance had already crossed thousands of miles of airspace in an instant, precisely reaching the core of the battlefield.

This power stands in stark contrast to the two domineering and ferocious destructive and evil forces mentioned earlier. It appears gentle and harmless, but its restraining power is in no way inferior. It is specifically designed to restrain all extreme killing forces and suppress top-tier, heaven-defying powerhouses. It is both offensive and defensive, and its restraining power is unsolvable.

Finally, the Goddess of Life made her move. She remained steadfast in the rear, calm and patient, waiting for the first three attacks to fully materialize and lock down the battle before unleashing her innate divine power to complete the final, decisive seal.

The pale green life light gathered in her palm reached its peak, its primordial power overflowing to the extreme, without any residue or deficiency.

Then she gently raised her hand, her palm flat and pushing out all the life energy she had accumulated over time.

The cluster of green light exploded and scattered in the air, transforming into countless tiny, sparkling, and exceptionally lively green light spots that danced and drifted slowly across the sky, instantly filling the entire vast expanse of the heavens.

These light spots were light and agile, drifting to every corner of the void. After a brief period of dispersal, they immediately gathered precisely, reorganized in an orderly manner, and stacked layer by layer, eventually converging into a smooth, rounded, ring-shaped arc of light that steadily fell slowly toward Yang Jian.

On the surface, this attack appears slow and gentle, lacking any sense of fierceness or killing intent, seemingly posing no threat whatsoever. However, it conceals a supreme power of checks and balances that controls the fate of heaven and earth and seals the life force of all things.

The Great Dao of Life encompasses all living beings in the universe. It can nurture life and nourish all things, but it can also imprison fortune, lock space, and seal off all escape routes. This is the supreme and unique divine power of the Goddess of Life, which ordinary strong people simply cannot comprehend, cannot break, and are powerless to escape.

"Destiny and fate are one."

Four top-tier divine skills with completely contradictory attributes, unique powers, and drastically different focuses converged precisely in the sky, their trajectories overlapping, layering, and merging with each other. The four supreme divine powers perfectly complemented each other, combining offense and defense, and imprisonment and ultimate killing, all locking onto Yang Jian alone at the center of the battlefield, leaving him nowhere to hide or escape.

The crimson Destruction Storm Slash arrived first, crushing everything and shattering the void with its domineering power. Wherever it passed, the void cracked, spiritual energy dissipated, and Dao patterns were annihilated. Following closely behind, countless black tentacles rapidly closed in, wrapping around and strangling Yang Jian, completely locking down all angles of evasion and forming an impenetrable, unbreakable energy cage. The nearly transparent Benevolent Balance Beam pierced through layers of space, precisely locking onto the core of Yang Jian's body, targeting his soul and the source of his divine power, disintegrating all defenses. Finally, the falling green Destiny Arc completely covered the entire battlefield, sealing off space, locking in fortune, and cutting off all possibilities of escape, borrowing strength, and counterattack.

The moment the four top-tier primordial divine powers collided and overlapped, their attributes countered and generated each other, their power complemented each other and surged, causing the entire divine realm to tremble violently. The magnitude of the tremor was unprecedented and rarely seen throughout the ages, a terrifying celestial phenomenon that had rarely occurred in the divine realm over hundreds of millions of years.

The countless ancient temples, millennia-old stone platforms, floating immortal islands, and cloud-top pavilions that were originally suspended high in the divine realm all showed obvious shifts and violent shaking. The divine stone buildings that had remained intact for countless years and through countless ancient wars and chaotic upheavals now emitted fine, piercing cracking sounds, and hideous cracks spread rapidly and crisscrossed.

The glazed domes of countless temples shattered, the divine pillars collapsed, and the runes dimmed, leaving the entire core divine realm in a state of turmoil and ruin.

Chapter 318 Calm and Composed

Thousands of miles away, countless gods who had stayed behind to watch the show and were originally just waiting to see what would happen all clearly sensed this terrifying energy fluctuation that could destroy the world.

They had been stationed far away in the airspace, tacitly agreeing that the four supreme god-kings, working together, would easily suppress Yang Jian, the outsider who had suddenly entered the divine realm. They believed that the battle was a foregone conclusion and there were no variables.

But no one expected that the aftershocks of the battle, which was just a single strike from the four God-Kings working together, would be so outrageously powerful and subversive, completely shattering their preconceived notions of the power of the divine realm.

Many lower and middle-level deities with weaker cultivation, lower realms, and shallower foundations were unable to withstand this violent and rampant energy wave. They were directly blown backward by the strong wind that rushed towards them, and their figures staggered.

They planted their feet firmly on the incredibly hard floating divine stone platform, using all their divine power to stabilize their bodies, but they still couldn't stop their backward momentum. The soles of their shoes rubbed violently against the hard divine stone, leaving two long scorch marks. They barely managed to stabilize their swaying figures by exerting all their strength and overdrawing their cultivation.

Many of the divine artifacts, protective jades, rare spiritual objects, and magical treasures held by the gods could not withstand the continuous and layered spatial tremors and energy impacts. They flew out of their hands and crashed heavily onto the hard divine stone platform, producing a series of crisp and chaotic impact and shattering sounds. Countless rare spiritual objects and top-level magical treasures shattered on the spot, turned into ashes, and were completely annihilated.

The remaining tens of thousands of high-ranking deities all instinctively opened their mouths wide, their pupils shrank, their minds trembled, and a tidal wave of shock surged in their hearts, but because they were too shocked and too terrified, they could not utter a single word.

Everyone stood frozen in place like clay sculptures, their eyes fixed on the battlefield in the center of the sky, not daring to blink for fear of missing this unprecedented showdown.

Without exception, the gazes of tens of thousands of deities were all fixed on the core of the high-altitude battlefield.

Four supreme divine lights of different colors, contradictory attributes, and top-tier power converged and merged in the sky, stacking and surging together to form a giant, dazzling, seven-colored light cluster that continued to expand wildly.

The four primordial divine powers within the ball of light collided, merged, and erupted continuously, each tremor causing the entire divine realm to shake violently.

An extremely dazzling light swept across the entire sky of the divine realm, its brightness exceeding the limits of the naked eye and divine sense of most deities.

Everyone's eyes were filled with an extreme pain, soreness, burning, and numbness, making it impossible to look directly at the sky. They could only subconsciously squint their eyes and raise their hands to shield their eyes from the light. Many gods with insufficient cultivation directly experienced blurred vision, temporary blindness, and disordered divine senses, making it impossible for them to see the specific scene inside the battlefield. They could only feel the unsolvable pressure with a heart full of fear.

Yang Jian, who was at the core of all the attacks, endured the full force of four top-level divine skills, and faced the crushing power of the four primal forces of the divine realm, stood firmly in place from beginning to end, without retreating half a step, his body motionless, and his posture as upright as a pine tree.

The moment four supreme divine techniques, powerful enough to crush all the strong in the divine realm and destroy a top-tier divine domain, struck his body simultaneously, his body merely hunched slightly, like the slight pressure that an ordinary person would instinctively feel when facing a storm. Apart from that, there was no other unusual movement or the slightest flaw.

The raging, chaotic, and boundless divine power, like a tsunami that overturned the heavens and the earth, tightly enveloped Yang Jian's entire body, and the violently surging energy flow frantically washed over, crushed, and tore at his body.

His elegant divine robe was torn and wildly billowed by the violent wind. The hem and sleeves of the robe collided and rubbed against the extremely violent divine power, and were burned with dense, tiny scorch marks and tears by the high temperature energy and destructive Dao aura.

The original clean, tidy, high-quality, and Daoist-inspired top-grade divine robe became tattered, riddled with holes, and cracked in just a few breaths, looking utterly wretched. Yet, the upright and straight body beneath the robe remained as steady as a rock, motionless, without the slightest sway or yielding.

Just as the massive, violent divine power was frantically washing over his body and crushing him layer by layer, the dense, crisscrossing golden avenue patterns beneath Yang Jian's skin all lit up with dazzling, blazing golden light.

These mysterious patterns covered his limbs, torso, neck, head, shoulders, and internal organs, layer upon layer, interwoven to form a top-level primordial energy defense network that covered his entire body, airtight, and connected inside and out. It was fully activated and operated at full power the moment the attack hit, forcefully resisting the overwhelming offensive from all directions.

This layer of golden patterns is the primordial barrier formed by Yang Jian's own Great Dao over millions of years. It is his unique ultimate physical Daoist defense, specifically designed to resist all kinds of top-notch divine skills, ultimate attacks, and primordial crushing.

An ordinary top-tier god-king's full-force attack on this barrier wouldn't even cause a ripple or a slight fluctuation; it would simply be instantly dissipated and rebounded.

But this time it was completely different. This was a full-force attack from four top-tier Origin God-Kings of the God Realm, who left no room for retreat and poured out most of their Origin God Power. The four completely different, mutually reinforcing and mutually restraining, and mutually reinforcing top-tier Origin God Powers were superimposed together. Their power had already completely broken through the upper limit of conventional God-King attacks, far exceeding all known ordinary divine skills in the God Realm, and infinitely approaching the limit of the rules of the God Realm.

The raging, fourfold divine power relentlessly assaulted, crushed, and broke through the golden patterned defensive barrier, penetrating the surface of his skin and penetrating deep into his body's meridians, bones, and internal organs, creating countless fragmented and dense energy impacts and Daoist vibrations within his body.

A series of intense sensations—aches, numbness, tingling, and tingling—continuously emanated from Yang Jian, spreading along his myriad meridians to every corner of his body, constantly scouring, refining, and testing the limits of his physical endurance and the stability of his Dao foundation.

Such a terrifying series of impacts, multiple layers of crushing, and erosion of Dao essence would have already shattered the meridians, broken the divine body, damaged the Dao foundation, caused serious injuries, and disintegrated the body of any top-tier God King in the God Realm. Even the original divine soul would be difficult to preserve, and in the end, the God King would only suffer the fate of complete annihilation of both divine soul and body.

Yang Jian's brows twitched very slightly, his eyes remained calm, and his face showed no sign of pain, strain, or restraint. He remained composed and unperturbed throughout.

He neither retreated half a step, dodged to the side, nor broke through in mid-air, nor did he suffer from disordered breathing, depleted divine power, injury, or defeat. He remained as steady as an ancient rock throughout, using his physical body to withstand the terrifying combined attack that was enough to destroy a top-tier divine realm and severely injure four god-kings.

Chapter 319 Like a clay ox sinking into the sea, all efforts in vain.

The intense bombardment lasted only a few breaths. The dazzling divine light that filled the sky slowly faded and dissipated. The violent and turbulent energy fluctuations gradually subsided, and the continuous spatial tremors and shaking of the heavens and earth in the high sky slowly stopped. The turbulent divine realm finally returned to a brief period of peace.

The entire scene at the center of the battlefield was completely exposed to the sight of all the onlookers, allowing everyone to witness this incredible moment.

Yang Jian remained firmly in the core position amidst the barrage of four divine skills, his posture upright and graceful, without the slightest tilt, sway, or stagger.

The once flat and solid divine-level stone platform beneath his feet, tempered over millions of years and as hard as top-grade divine metal, could no longer withstand the extreme superposition and bombardment of the power of the four divine kings' origins, and completely shattered and collapsed into nothingness.

The entire 10,000-meter-long stone platform was transformed into countless fragments of stones of varying sizes and shapes, densely covering the entire airspace.

Fine stone chips and broken stones floated lightly in mid-air, slowly drifting and spreading outwards along with the remaining faint energy flow in the arena. The once magnificent, solemn, and sacred core platform of the divine realm was now dilapidated, devastated, and a complete ruin.

Yang Jian lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling lightly on the outside of his left arm.

There was a shallow, fine wound there, extremely short and shallow, barely breaking through the surface skin and damaging the superficial flesh.

Strands of dazzling, sacred, and domineering golden blood slowly seeped from the wound, standing out strikingly and awe-inspiringly against the backdrop of the sunlight.

This was the first time he had been injured and bled since he entered the God Realm, facing the combined attack of four supreme God Kings and enduring the bombardment of the God Realm's top combat power. It was also the only flaw and the only damage he suffered in this battle.

The brilliant and translucent golden blood was completely different from the blood of all the gods in the divine realm. It was extremely sacred, extremely domineering, and carried an unparalleled pressure from heaven and earth. Every drop of blood contained terrifying primordial power and profound Dao essence.

The moment these golden bloods left the body and came into contact with the air of the divine realm, a faint, soft light immediately appeared on their surface. They did not flow recklessly or drip easily, displaying supreme nobility.

Before the golden blood droplets could fall into the void and drift down onto the pebbles, the golden blood droplets in mid-air rapidly solidified and took shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, turning into flat, round, and crystal clear small golden beads, which gently landed on the scattered pebbles, making a soft, crisp, and pleasant tapping sound.

In the utter silence of the battlefield, where you could hear a pin drop, these faint sounds of things hitting the ground were exceptionally clear and piercing, reaching the ears of every deity present. They vibrated through their eardrums, sending shivers down their spines and filling them with terror.

The four god-kings, whose auras were disordered and whose divine power was greatly depleted, took in the entire scene that subverted their understanding and broke the rules. The expressions of each of them underwent a dramatic change. The shock, fear and disbelief surging in their hearts were beyond words.

Their initial confidence, certainty of victory, and assurance of certainty of triumph vanished completely at this moment.

The God of Destruction's pupils suddenly contracted sharply, his eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the few solidified golden blood beads in mid-air, his eyes filled with extreme disbelief and deep fear.

His gaze slowly moved upwards, finally settling steadily on Yang Jian's calm and composed face. He stared intently, not daring to miss a single detail.

He saw it clearly, distinctly, and truly—after enduring the combined full-force bombardment of the four supreme god-kings who left no room for retreat and poured out most of their primordial divine power, and after experiencing the superimposed crushing, erosion, and sealing of the four top-level primordial Daos, Yang Jian's face, expression, aura, soul, and Dao charm were exactly the same as before the battle, without the slightest deviation.

His face remained calm and serene, his eyes remained steady, sharp, and unfathomable, and his aura remained stable, full, and at its peak, without any signs of disorder, weakness, or exhaustion.

The shallow, tiny wound on his left arm, with a few drops of golden blood, was hardly a serious injury. It did not affect his strength in the slightest, nor did it even touch the bottom line of his combat power, his physical foundation, or the limit of his Dao foundation.

The benevolent god-king frowned deeply, a deep crease forming between his brows. His expression was extremely solemn, and his previously calm aura completely collapsed, becoming incredibly oppressive.

His gaze lingered longest on the tiny wound on Yang Jian's left arm, fixed on it and never looking away.

As the God-King who governs the divine realm and balances the path towards good, he possesses the most acute and profound perception of the depletion of power, the severity of injuries, the state of the physical body, and the strength of the divine soul, unmatched by anyone else present.

No one understood the terrifying power of that combined attack better than him, and no one understood better the terrifying difference in combat strength hidden behind that tiny wound.

It was precisely because he saw things clearly, perceived things clearly, and understood the essence of things that he became increasingly terrified and felt a chill in his heart.

That devastating, overwhelming attack, capable of severely injuring or even killing any god-king, ultimately left the opponent with only a minor, superficial wound that healed instantly.

Yang Jian's physical foundation, cultivation level, combat power ceiling, and Dao level have completely exceeded their understanding accumulated over billions of years, utterly shattering and crushing the power rules of the God Realm that have existed for countless years.