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

The evil god-king remained silent, not uttering a word, his face still bearing that indifferent and cold expression, seemingly no different from before the war began.

But a closer look reveals that his breathing has become shallower, slower, and more erratic, completely disrupting the steady and endless rhythm of his breath, which was no longer as calm and serene as before.

This extremely subtle change was enough to completely expose the extreme turmoil, fear, and helplessness in his heart.

At the tip of the black staff in his hand, the remaining specks of black evil energy that had been completely extinguished were still flickering and lingering. This was the faint afterglow of energy left after the violent collision of ultimate forces and the failure of all top-level supernatural powers, and it was also a true reflection of the turmoil in his heart.

That move, "Ten Thousand Evils Devouring the Heavens," had almost drained most of his accumulated primordial evil divine power, causing him to suffer severe damage, a significant overdraft of his Daoist essence, and utter exhaustion of his soul.

However, the top-tier divine power he unleashed, using half of his original divine power, ultimately failed to even shake the opponent's physical foundation or defensive barrier in the slightest. It didn't even cause a single effective deep injury or a trace of divine power disorder, completely like a mud ox sinking into the sea, utterly futile.

Chapter 320 Thoroughly

Having lived for countless years, wielded the power of evil in the divine realm for billions of years, witnessed countless geniuses and overlords, experienced countless upheavals in the divine realm, and seen countless peak battles, this was the first time the Evil God King had experienced such a thorough and bone-deep sense of powerlessness and defeat.

His own proud and awe-inspiring top-tier divine power and fundamental Dao were like child's play in front of the opponent, utterly vulnerable and insignificant to the point of despair.

The Goddess of Life slowly raised her eyes, and her gaze, which she had just withdrawn, fell firmly back on Yang Jian. She scrutinized the excessively young yet terrifying figure before her from head to toe, again and again, not daring to miss any detail.

She wields the Great Dao of the Origin of Life in the God Realm, and is most familiar with the physical body's foundation, the strength of its vitality, the severity of its injuries and damage, and the level of its self-healing ability. Her perception of physical transformation and the state of the soul is unparalleled and among the best in the God Realm.

Others could only see that Yang Jian had suffered a minor injury and could not see anything more, but she saw everything clearly and understood everything.

The superficial wound on Yang Jian's left arm was rapidly healing, scabbing over, and falling off at an astonishing speed visible to the naked eye. The internal shocks from the fragmented energy, the strain on his meridians, and the vibrations of Dao energy were also being rapidly resolved, repaired, and calmed.

This minor injury was completely insignificant to him, having no effect whatsoever. It didn't even hinder his combat power or deplete his condition. He could recover completely and return to his peak condition in the blink of an eye.

The goddess of life confirmed the result before her again and again, and the shock in her heart grew deeper with each passing moment. Her original confidence and composure completely collapsed and shattered, and the last bit of confidence and hope in her heart vanished completely.

The four supreme primordial god-kings of the divine realm were now completely exhausted, their divine power greatly depleted, their Daoist energy overdrawn, and their souls weary.

Their all-out, unreserved attack, a top-tier offensive at the pinnacle of the divine realm, ultimately only managed to scratch the surface of their opponent, leaving a minor wound that healed instantly.

This outrageous, absurd, and mind-blowing result completely shattered all their original confidence, self-assurance, pride, and prestige, leaving the four of them feeling utterly disheartened, and the entire battle was plunged into an unsolvable predicament.

A deathly, heavy, and oppressive atmosphere instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, weighing heavily on everyone's hearts, making it difficult to breathe, tense, and preventing anyone from making a rash move.

The tens of thousands of gods watching from afar all fell silent, even deliberately slowing their breathing, not daring to make the slightest sound, for fear of disturbing this terrifying standoff and getting themselves into trouble.

The entire heavenly realm was eerily quiet, so quiet you could hear a pin drop, with only the subtle sound of a gentle breeze blowing across the sky.

After a long while, in this suffocating, frozen, and deathly silent atmosphere, the God of Destruction's dry, hoarse voice, filled with barely concealed exhaustion and trembling, slowly rang out, completely shattering the deathly silence between heaven and earth.

"Can you... fight one more time?"

The question was asked with immense weight and utter helplessness, devoid of any hint of bravado or the majesty of a god-king, only filled with exhaustion, despair, and a desperate situation.

He knew perfectly well that this was most likely the last struggle and last hope of the four god-kings, but he still clung to a tiny sliver of hope, wanting to confirm the remaining combat strength of everyone.

The benevolent god-king lowered his head slightly, his gaze falling on the white staff in his hand, which had become completely dull and devoid of spiritual energy. He gently gripped the staff with his fingertips, his knuckles turning white and trembling slightly, and he remained silent for a long time.

The primordial divine power of goodness and balance within him had been largely depleted. His meridians were sore, numb, and exhausted. His body and soul were both in a state of high-intensity overdraft and on the verge of depletion. He simply did not have the extra strength to replicate the top-level divine king move that he had just used with all his might.

If one forcibly uses the remaining divine power, it will only cause a backlash of divine power, damage to one's foundation, and severe injury to oneself. Not only will one be unable to fight, but one will also completely waste one's own combat power and become utterly useless.

The evil god king remained silent, standing there in silence. A subtle change finally appeared on his usually cold and stern face, his eyes filled with a deep melancholy, weariness, and powerlessness.

He silently and repeatedly tightened and loosened his grip on the cane, rapidly calculating and precisely assessing the remaining divine power reserves, Daoist foundation, and combat strength within his body.

After several meticulous calculations, the results were clear, cruel, and cold, leaving him utterly desperate.

At this moment, all four of them were exhausted, their divine power severely depleted, their meridians damaged and cracked, their souls weary and weak, and their Daoist rhythm unstable. They had no spare strength to fight anymore, and could not even unleash a complete top-level divine skill. They had completely lost the ability to restrain their powerful enemies.

The four of them exchanged glances. Without a word, a simple exchange of eyes was enough for them to understand each other's true state. At the same time, their hearts turned cold and they felt utterly hopeless.

Everyone knew perfectly well that they had lost, utterly and completely lost, and no longer had the ability to restrain or suppress this young powerhouse from the human realm.

Just as the four God-Kings were feeling down, powerless, and dead silent, Yang Jian's calm and composed voice slowly resounded across the battlefield, clear and penetrating the entire world, overpowering all the wind and echoes.

His gaze swept calmly over the four people, from the Destruction God King with disordered breathing, to the Kind God King with a solemn expression, to the silent and repressed Evil God King, and finally landed on the gentle but weary Goddess of Life. His gaze was unhurried, steady and composed, without the slightest haste, contempt or mockery, but it carried an absolute confidence and supreme majesty that looked down on all living beings and crushed everything, making people unable to resist and filled with awe.

"Any other moves?"

These seven simple words, without flowery language, domineering declarations, deliberate mockery, or arrogance, were like a towering, immovable mountain that pressed down on the hearts of the four god-kings, causing them to feel a tightness in their chests, difficulty breathing, trembling in their Dao hearts, and suppression of their souls.

This is the most straightforward and pure crushing of combat power, and the most thorough and unsolvable contempt for strength. It uses the most calm and gentle tone to express the most cruel and absurd reality, completely crushing the pride and majesty of the four god-kings.

The moment the words fell, the void behind Yang Jian suddenly began to violently tremble, twist wildly, and tear apart layer by layer. The spiritual energy, rules, energy, and Daoist charm of the entire airspace were all frantically agitated and boiling.

A colossal, domineering, and eternally powerful dark golden giant phantom is rapidly condensing, taking shape, and solidifying deep within the void, its outline becoming increasingly clear, its form increasingly three-dimensional, and its aura increasingly terrifying.

Chapter 321 Future Fate

A terrifying aura, vast and boundless, sweeping across the heavens and earth, spread wildly from the giant phantom, instantly covering the entire sky of the divine realm and enveloping every inch of land. It suppressed the spiritual energy in the sky, causing it to completely stop flowing, and made countless gods stiffen, their souls tremble, and dare not move an inch.

The next second, Yang Jian's body began to expand, grow taller, and transform wildly, his size increasing rapidly and steadily.

Hundred zhang, thousand zhang, five thousand zhang, ten thousand zhang!

His body rose at an astonishing speed, reaching tens of thousands of feet in an instant, unstoppable. In just a few breaths, his figure transformed into a towering giant, spanning the heavens and earth, standing firmly beneath the divine realm's sky, overlooking the entire boundless divine realm.

His dark golden skin was firm and strong, with distinct texture and a heavy feel. Every inch of his skin flowed with an extremely powerful, refined, pure, and ancient top-level power. The power contained in any inch of his skin far exceeded the life-long cultivation of an ordinary god-king, the difference was like heaven and earth.

The profound golden Dao patterns that originally covered his entire body now shone with a deep, dazzling, sacred, and domineering golden light, densely covering his limbs, torso, head, shoulders, and back. They flowed with a mysterious luster that ordinary people could not comprehend, representing the ultimate Dao of heaven and earth, with overwhelming Dao charm and eternal power.

At the same time, two hard, curved, ferocious, and domineering bony divine horns on his forehead pierced through his skin and broke through the soil, stretching straight towards the vast and boundless heavens of the divine realm.

The bone and horn were cold and hard, naturally formed, and indestructible. Under the pale golden light of the divine realm, the tips gleamed with a chilling light, majestic and domineering, with overwhelming momentum that shook the eight wastelands.

Its colossal form stands firmly between heaven and earth, blotting out the sun and sky, its power enduring through the ages, and its might shaking the divine realm.

The four primordial god-kings, who were originally high above, wielding the highest authority in the divine realm, looking down on billions of gods, and were supremely majestic, now stood at his feet, as insignificant as ants on the ground or dust particles, humble and inconspicuous, their former supreme majesty completely gone.

Yang Jian lowered his head slightly, looking down calmly at the four tiny figures below him. His posture was composed and indifferent, like an unparalleled supreme being standing on the top of a towering mountain, looking down at the insignificant ants at the bottom of the valley. The invisible gap in level and the absolute pressure of power instantly reached their peak, causing all the gods present to feel awe, fear and bow down from the bottom of their hearts.

The God of Destruction looked up at the enormous body that blotted out the sky and exuded endless pressure. His heart pounded uncontrollably, and the shock and fear in his heart grew stronger. His blood and qi surged, his Dao heart trembled violently, and even his breathing became difficult and sluggish.

The Destruction Sword in his hand, which had traversed the divine realm for countless years, wielded the ultimate power of destruction, and struck fear into the hearts of countless gods, now appeared as thin and weak as a tiny needle in absolute contrast to his colossal body. It was dim, devoid of spiritual energy, and utterly devoid of power, no longer possessing its former supreme divine might.

The God of Destruction subconsciously turned his head and looked at the gods in the distance who were watching from afar, now completely stunned and trembling.

All the tens of thousands of gods present stared intently at this colossal figure, a sight rarely seen since time immemorial, their faces filled with utter disbelief and profound fear. Their bodies trembled slightly uncontrollably, and the shock and terror in their hearts reached their peak.

The God of Destruction took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the surging fear, helplessness, and despair in his heart. He used all his strength to steady his trembling voice, completely abandoning his personal dignity and pride as a god-king. No longer dwelling on the gap in individual combat power, he loudly gave orders to the entire boundless divine realm. His voice pierced through heaven and earth and spread to every corner of the divine realm.

"Everyone...give me your divine power!"

This was his last resort, his last trump card, his last hope, and also the final struggle of the entire divine realm.

With their divine power already exhausted and their Daoist essence damaged, the four god-kings had no ability whatsoever to contend with this invincible powerhouse before them.

Now, we have no choice but to gamble everything, to burn our bridges, to gather the primal power of all the billions of gods in the entire divine realm, and to risk the very survival of the entire divine realm.

Upon hearing this, the Kind God King slightly turned his head to glance at the Destruction God King, without questioning, hesitating, or wavering.

He knew perfectly well that this was the only way out for the gods, their only chance; there was no other possibility of turning the tide.

The white staff in his hand, which had been completely dimmed, instantly began to glow faintly again. All the remaining primordial divine power that balanced good within his body was poured out without reservation, transforming into a long, slender, pure, and transparent white stream of light that flowed continuously out of his body and precisely merged into the divine palace on the back of the God of Destruction, providing the opponent with the most stable power support.

The evil god-king followed closely behind, completely letting go of all obsessions, concerns, and reservations.

The dark, evil, and primordial divine power that had been condensed within his body for thousands of years and was deeply rooted in his body transformed into a dense, heavy, domineering, and fierce black light stream, which surged wildly out from the top of the staff and merged into the ever-growing, heaven-and-earth-spanning river of divine power.

The goddess of life gently raised her warm palm, and for the first time, an overwhelming determination and fortitude appeared on her serene and gentle face.

The pure, abundant, and ever-renewing green life force flows out continuously, gentle yet resilient, long-lasting and stable, becoming the most enduring, profound, and stable foundation of power in the river of divine power.

The thousands of gods watching from afar were initially stunned, their minds blank and their hearts trembling. For a moment, they were unable to fully process the desperate order from the God-King of Destruction.

Once everyone had fully recovered their senses, the entire divine realm was instantly thrown into turmoil, with everyone's mindset changing drastically and their expressions becoming resolute.

All the gods were fully aware of the situation and knew perfectly well that there was no turning back and no other choice.

The survival of the divine realm, the stability of heaven and earth, the life and death of all people, and their future destiny all depend on this one move.

If they lose this battle, this invincible powerhouse will surely take control of the entire divine realm. These gods will either have to submit and be slaves for eternity, or their souls will be destroyed and they will be completely annihilated. There is no third way.

Countless deities raised their hands and formed hand seals, disregarding the loss of their own cultivation, the damage to their origin, the regression of their Dao foundation, and the overdraft of their divine souls, forcibly extracting a large amount of primordial divine power that they had condensed over many years from their own bodies.

Streams of colorful, thick, and different-attributed divine light rose from all directions of the divine realm, various divine domains, and all parts of the sky, flying everywhere, rapidly converging, and gathering towards the center of the battlefield.

These fragmented yet magnificent divine lights, like countless rushing tributaries, converged from every corner of the divine realm, eventually twisting into a vast, boundless river of divine power that stretched across heaven and earth, pouring into the body of the God-King of Destruction, flowing endlessly and inexhaustibly.

Chapter 322 Still at the Peak

The light surrounding the God of Destruction surged, climbed, and transformed at a terrifying speed visible to the naked eye.

From its original dimness and depletion of spiritual energy, it gradually became bright, dazzling, and eye-catching. The aura around the person surged layer by layer, constantly breaking through the limits and shackles. The body, which was originally exhausted and on the verge of collapse, was forcibly supported by the vast divine power gathered from the entire divine realm, giving it an immeasurable and supreme power.

He gripped the hilt of the Destruction God Sword tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white, bones bulging, and veins standing out. His arms trembled uncontrollably and quivered slightly as they were subjected to the frenzied onslaught, crushing, and infusion of the massive amount of divine power.

The primordial divine power of the entire divine realm surged wildly into his meridians, divine palace, bones, and the depths of his soul. The immense power relentlessly washed over, impacted, transformed, and squeezed his body.

Even though he was a god-king standing at the top of the god realm with an incredibly powerful physical body, he simply could not easily bear the immense and boundless power of the entire god realm. His body was already on the verge of its limit.

Under the frenzied onslaught and exploitation of ultimate power, the God of Destruction's breathing became increasingly rapid, his chest heaving violently, his breath disordered and his Dao heart turbulent. Yet, his gaze grew ever sharper, more resolute, and more determined, carrying the supreme resolve of a do-or-die determination to protect the divine realm to the death.

"The will of the world!"

He suddenly tilted his head back and roared wildly to the sky, using all the strength, spirit, and Dao energy he had left to thrust the Destruction Divine Sword, which carried endless destructive power, straight down into the already shattered and broken stone platform ruins beneath his feet.

"Expel this person from the realm of the gods!"

His voice was already hoarse and cracked, with bloodshot veins. The last few words were almost shouted out with all his might and with all his soul, carrying a resolute and tragic determination to sacrifice himself for the divine realm at all costs and to protect it with his life.

"forever!"

The moment the last word fell with a resounding clang, the entire divine realm's rules of heaven and earth were completely stirred, fully awakened, and put into operation at their peak.

The intangible and intangible will of the divine realm, surpassing all supernatural powers, descended with a thunderous roar. The vast, profound, supreme, and infinitely majestic power of the origin of heaven and earth instantly enveloped the four directions, covering every inch of airspace, every piece of land, and every wisp of spiritual energy in the entire divine realm.

Yang Jian looked down and quietly observed all the movements below, a subtle hint of surprise and astonishment flashing in his eyes.

He could clearly perceive that the spatial barriers, the rules of heaven and earth, the spiritual energy, and the Daoist meridians from all directions were rapidly gathering, converging, solidifying, and intertwining, layer upon layer weaving into an invisible, vast, and resilient membrane of rules that firmly enveloped and locked his colossal body, leaving no gaps whatsoever.

This power is completely different from all the previous killing attacks and ultimate divine abilities. It has no killing attributes, no offensive power, will not cause any injury to the body, will not deplete divine power, and will not shake the foundation of the Dao. However, it carries the most original and supreme power of confinement and expulsion of the divine realm.

The sole purpose of this force is to completely strip him from and expel him from the realm of gods, forever isolating him and forbidding him from ever setting foot there again.

Yang Jian subconsciously raised his right hand, his palm surging with divine power and all the Dao patterns lighting up. He wanted to use his strength to tear apart this layer of rules and break free from the shackles of the will of heaven and earth, and then suppress the four exhausted God Kings below, so as to completely control the discourse power of the God Realm.

Just as he raised his hand to exert his power and his divine strength was about to erupt, the void beneath his feet silently cracked, collapsed, spread, and expanded, and a gigantic spatial rift that was incomparably wide, boundless, and spanned both realms suddenly unfolded.