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

"Although the barrier of the divine realm has temporarily sealed off the two realms, this is only a temporary peace! When this person returns one day, who in the entire divine realm can withstand him?"

The whispers grew louder and louder, eventually coalescing into a wave of panic that swept across the entire divine realm, and an atmosphere of despair completely enveloped the heavens and the gods.

A profound sense of powerlessness and fear arose in the hearts of all the gods. The belief in the divine king and the obsession with the supreme authority of the divine realm, which had been rooted in their hearts for millions of years, collapsed and shattered completely in this battle.

It turns out that the supreme god-king they upheld, revered, looked up to, and depended on was not invincible; it turns out that the divine realm they relied on for survival and were proud of was not eternally indestructible and could not suppress all the heavens.

In the human realm, there is a supreme being who can suppress gods with a wave of his hand and destroy realms with a turn of his hand!

At the center of the battlefield, the four God-Kings still stood on the ruins of the broken platform, their figures weary, their breaths weak, their expressions gloomy, their divine power in complete disarray, their foundations damaged, and their origins severely depleted.

The Destruction Divine Sword had lost its luster, and the originally brilliant Destruction Dao patterns on its blade had all been extinguished and cracked. More than half of the Destruction Origin Power that had been borne for billions of years had been lost, and the divine weapon's foundation was greatly damaged and its power was gone.

The God of Destruction's body was slightly hunched, no longer possessing the domineering and awe-inspiring supreme majesty that once shook the eight wastelands; his hair was covered in a mess of...

"A thousand years, ten thousand years, a hundred thousand years... Before long, the barrier will inevitably break and the passage will inevitably reopen."

"At that time, no one will be able to stop it, no rule will be able to seal it, the divine realm will suffer a great calamity, and all the gods will be destroyed."

Every word and phrase was a chilling prophecy, shattering the last vestiges of hope and illusion of all the gods.

The evil god-king, who had been silent all along, finally slowly raised his eyes. The indifference, coldness, and calmness of the past were gone from the depths of his dark eyes. Instead, there was extreme solemnity, fear, and apprehension.

He looked down at the dull, black staff in his hand. That supreme staff, which had traversed the divine realm for billions of years, devoured countless powerful enemies, and terrified all the heavens, was now trembling slightly, its Daoist aura dissipating, as if it were afraid of the supreme power of that young man from the human realm.

"After this battle, there will be no peace in the divine realm." The evil god king's voice was still cold and deep, but it carried an undisguised weariness. "We hold fast to the divine realm and seal off the heavens. It seems peaceful, but in reality, we are just waiting to die."

The four looked at each other, their eyes filled with a deep, lifeless stillness.

They won the show, but lost everything.

They preserved a brief period of peace in the divine realm, but sowed the seeds of eternal destruction.

Chapter 325 Traversing the Human World

Five years is neither a long nor a short time; it has passed in the blink of an eye.

For five whole years, Yang Jian had no fixed residence or set itinerary, but steadily traveled to every inch of Douluo Continent and Sun Moon Continent.

His presence has been felt in almost every place across the two continents, from mountains and rivers to lakes and seas, from deserts to snowfields, wherever there are unique resources or special customs.

He never travels in a hurry, going wherever he pleases, carefree and unrestrained. No one can figure out his whereabouts. Even the core leaders of the Spirit Hall don't know where their top expert will appear next.

The frigid northern ice plains are covered by thick ice all year round. The sub-zero temperatures can instantly freeze the bodies of ordinary soul masters. Even high-level soul masters of level 70 or 80 dare not stay for long, as the slightest carelessness can cause their soul bones to crack and their soul power to freeze.

But Yang Jian strolled leisurely across the boundless ice field as if he were walking in his own backyard. The ice beneath his feet did not freeze in the slightest, and the extreme low temperature had no effect on him whatsoever.

He stretched out his finger and gently ran it across the layers of ice crystals on the surface of the permafrost. His fingertip touched the cold, hard ice layer and accurately sensed the energy fluctuations hidden deep within the earth.

Those unique, extremely cold minerals, hidden beneath thousands of meters of frozen soil, have been buried deep underground for thousands of years. Ordinary people cannot detect their traces at all. Even professional treasure-hunting soul masters may not be able to find a single one even if they spend their entire lives searching for them, yet none of them can escape his perception.

Each time, he would precisely break through the thick ice layer, extract these rare minerals, wipe them clean, and carefully store them away, accumulating them little by little to gather countless precious materials for his future cultivation.

Once the matter of the ice field is resolved, he will travel to the hot and humid tropical rainforest in the south.

The entire rainforest is filled with ancient trees reaching for the sky, with thick vines crisscrossing and densely entwining between the tree trunks, blocking out the sun and preventing sunlight from reaching the forest year-round.

The ground was covered with slippery moss and rotting leaves, and each step was into thick mud. Poisonous insects and ferocious beasts roamed the area, and miasma permeated the air. Ordinary soul masters would face danger at every turn, and the slightest carelessness could lead to their death.

Many rare spiritual fruits ripen only at specific times of the year, have an extremely short flowering period, and will rot and dissolve on their own if not picked within three days of ripening. If you miss one day, you have to wait another whole year.

Yang Jian navigated the complex forest with practiced ease, his movements light and agile, avoiding tangled vines and hidden swamps. He bent down and carefully searched the roots of ancient trees, patiently waiting for the perfect time for the spiritual fruits to ripen. He collected these fruits, which contained the pure spiritual energy of heaven and earth, one by one, and carefully preserved them, never wasting a single one of these rare treasures.

In his spare time, he would sit alone on the cliff edge of the Gobi Desert in the western part of the Sun and Moon Continent.

The vast Gobi Desert stretches as far as the eye can see, covered with rough sand and gravel and jagged rocks. Strong winds blow constantly, and there is not a trace of greenery.

A fierce wind swept across the Gobi Desert, whipping up countless fine sand grains. Yellow sand swirled and rolled in the wind, flying towards the distant horizon, turning the world into a hazy yellow.

He sat quietly, legs relaxed, watching the sandstorm rise and fall, gazing at the vastness of the world, not in a hurry to do anything, not thinking about anything, simply emptying his mind.

Once he had completely calmed down, he got up, brushed the sand off his body, and continued wandering aimlessly.

All his actions over the past five years have been devoid of any utilitarian purpose, have no fixed routes, have no urgency to travel, and have no destination he necessarily wants to reach.

It's like a leisurely tourist strolling through a huge natural garden, looking around as you go. When the mood strikes, you bend down to pick up a unique leaf, examine it for a moment, and then carefully put it in your pocket to take away.

He never plunders resources indiscriminately. Every harvest and excavation follows the laws of nature and does not disrupt the local ecosystem. This is one of the reasons why the spiritual energy of the two continents is becoming increasingly abundant.

All the rare materials he collected from the two continents would eventually be brought back to the Spirit Hall.

No complicated procedures or complex refining arrays are required. Simply clean and remove impurities to directly refine and absorb the substance.

Every mineral and every spiritual fruit contains pure and unique energy of heaven and earth, with different properties. Some are extremely cold, some are extremely warm, some nourish the soul, and some temper the body.

These materials nourished his body and soul power little by little, gently polishing every inch of his foundation.

His cultivation level had long been stuck at an extremely high threshold, unable to break through for a long time. However, the accumulated refinement and absorption over the years were gradually polishing his foundation, consolidating his resources, and slowly propelling his cultivation level to steadily rise. This was accumulating enough power for the final breakthrough, ensuring that every step of his growth was solid and without any superficiality.

Compared to collecting rare and precious materials to refine himself, the most painstaking and meaningful thing Yang Jian did in the past five years was to restore order on both continents and benefit hundreds of millions of civilians and soul masters.

Over the course of five years, he traveled to countless towns and villages across two continents, witnessing both the hustle and bustle of city life and the poverty and hardship of rural life.

He often stood among the crowd, quietly watching the local people and lower-level Soul Masters gather together to discuss trivial matters, resolve neighborhood disputes, and handle territorial conflicts.

Often, the problems these ordinary people encounter are unsolvable. Either the chaotic rules in different places lead to unclear responsibilities and buck-passing; or local powers show favoritism and bully others; or the people don't understand the rules and don't know where to start.

No matter how long they argue, how much they fight, or even how much they come to blows, it will only end in nothing and may even lead to bigger conflicts and disputes, or even death and lawsuits.

Whenever they were in such a dilemma and everyone was at a loss, Yang Jian would casually offer a few words of advice, telling them the fundamental solution to the problem in the simplest and most straightforward way.

He never lectures from a superior position, nor does he forcibly intervene, control, or take over everything. Instead, he provides guidance at just the right time, clarifies the interests and the logic of handling matters, and enables the people to resolve conflicts, sort out trivial matters, and learn to act in accordance with the rules.

He often sat by the city gates of various cities, quietly watching the flow of people coming and going.

Merchants coming to the city to do business, Soul Masters going out to train, commoners visiting relatives and friends, travelers rushing about, students seeking knowledge, and laborers doing manual labor—people come and go in a constant stream, creating a vibrant and lively atmosphere.

Today, almost everyone on both continents knows the name Yang Jian.

People who recognized him reacted in different ways.

Some people, filled with awe and gratitude for his kindness, would step forward and respectfully greet him; some reserved people, who dared not disturb him, would stand at a distance and bow deeply to express their respect; and some passersby, noticing his presence, would subconsciously slow their pace and lower their voices, quietly walking past him, afraid of disturbing him as he sat in quiet rest.

Chapter 326 Breaking the Limit

Compared to the Douluo Continent, where order has long been stable and rules are relatively complete, the situation on the Sun Moon Continent is much more chaotic and complex.

This continent was once home to numerous factions, each with its own rules and power, which were independent of one another. They checked and balanced each other while also fighting against one another, causing the people to suffer from chaos and disorder, and to live a life of constant displacement.

Yang Jian spent a lot of time and energy visiting various forces time and time again, communicating and sorting out conflicts, patiently working to reconcile all factions, and breaking down regional barriers and power divisions little by little. Finally, he managed to get Xu Langya, the ruler of the Sun Moon Continent, to fully accept the new governance plan, willingly put aside his selfish desire for separatism, and accept the unified rule of governance.

After five years of sorting out and rectification, the previously chaotic and disorderly situation on both continents has been completely reversed.

The previous chaos of each region acting independently, with inconsistent rules and loopholes, has completely disappeared. A unified, comprehensive, and fair new management framework has been firmly established, covering every corner of both continents without any omissions.

Tax standards were standardized and unified, eliminating the chaos of local officials adding layers of taxes, arbitrarily increasing taxes, and enriching themselves. The burden on the people became more even and reasonable, and every household had surplus grain and savings. The urban security system was comprehensively improved, with dedicated personnel patrolling and controlling the streets and alleys day and night. Incidents of theft, robbery, bullying, and oppression of the people were greatly reduced. Cross-regional trade rules were unified, and merchants from two places were no longer restricted by local barriers or factions. Commercial circulation became smooth and efficient, and the urban economy became more prosperous. The population mobility registration system was implemented, and people's migration, travel, work, and business were all regulated, no longer chaotic and disorderly, and population management was well-organized. The management of Soul Masters was also completely standardized. High-level Soul Masters were not allowed to act recklessly or bully others, and low-level Soul Masters had clear promotion paths and codes of conduct. The atmosphere of the Soul Master community was completely rectified.

The fragmented rules and scattered systems that were previously scattered across various regions and forces have all been sorted out, integrated, and optimized one by one. Unreasonable, oppressive, and corrupt elements have been eliminated, while elements that are convenient, fair, and just have been retained. Ultimately, all of them have been incorporated into a unified management system, so that the governance of the two continents can truly be based on rules and regulations.

The lives of ordinary people are visibly getting better and better.

These changes are not earth-shattering upheavals, nor are they immediately stunning, but they are real and gradual accumulations in our daily lives, in terms of clothing, food, housing, and transportation.

Like the gentle spring rain falling on parched land after a long winter, each drop falls silently, without any dramatic display. Yet, day after day, year after year, the hard, cracked soil gradually becomes soft and moist, giving birth to new life.

Millions of people on both continents lived peaceful and stable lives in this tranquil environment, day after day.

With the restoration of order and the stability of people's lives over the past five years, Yang Jian's name has spread to every corner of both continents. From titled Douluo and regional overlords to ordinary people, children and the elderly, everyone knows him.

Nowadays, when people mention the name Yang Jian, there is no longer any sense of unfamiliarity or distance in their tone; instead, there is a deep sense of respect and reverence.

The people of the Sun Moon Continent, in particular, were filled with trepidation and fear when they first learned of Yang Jian's arrival. They were afraid that this unfathomably powerful figure would forcefully take control of the continent, suppress local forces, and deprive the people of their peaceful lives.

Five years have passed, and everyone has witnessed the transformation of the mainland and personally experienced the stability and prosperity of life.

Their fear vanished completely, replaced by deep gratitude and respect.

In the hearts of countless people, Yang Jian is not a powerful figure who is high above and unattainable, but a guardian who protects the peace of the region, brings benefits to all people, and cares for the common people.

By the end of the fifth year, the power accumulated within Yang Jian's body had reached an extremely terrifying level, far exceeding the limits of ordinary planes, and even infinitely approaching the top level of the God Realm.

The rare and precious materials he had collected and refined over the past five years, his own soul power honed day after day, and the pure faith power continuously flowing from hundreds of millions of people across the two continents—two vast and pure forces surged into his body day and night.

Countless fragments of power converged, piled up, and settled like trickling streams, gradually raising his cultivation foundation and constantly eroding and polishing the barriers to his realm that had imprisoned him for many years. This allowed his originally extremely stable and flawless cultivation shackles to quietly usher in an excellent opportunity for a complete breakthrough.

That evening, as the sun set, its afterglow filtered through the carved window lattices, gently bathing the Spirit Hall's private training room in a warm golden glow, coating the cold stone floor with a warm golden hue.

The training room was spacious and empty, made of top-quality materials, and had excellent soundproofing, completely isolating it from all the noise and commotion of the outside world. It was so quiet that only Yang Jian's even and steady breathing could be heard.

The spiritual energy in the room was so dense that it was almost liquefied, slowly circulating and surrounding him, nourishing his body.

Yang Jian sat cross-legged on the soft meditation cushion, his eyes closed, his mind completely still, eliminating all distracting thoughts, and focusing all his attention on sensing the immense power surging within his body.

The pure primordial energy remaining from refining rare and precious materials over the years, and the pure faith power gathered from the two continents, two forces with completely different attributes and origins, are now slowly merging, intertwining, and harmonizing in his meridians, dantian, and limbs.

The two forces that were originally flowing independently and not interfering with each other are now like two surging rivers, slowly converging, intertwining, colliding, and deeply merging.

The two forces continuously condensed, purified, and settled, actively eliminating all impurities, becoming increasingly pure, profound, and refined. Following the dense network of meridians throughout his body, they surged towards the deepest part of his body, towards that realm gate that had been sealed for countless years and never been touched.

In the utter silence, Yang Jian's mind sank completely into his body. With extreme focus, he clearly caught a very subtle yet incredibly clear crisp sound.

The crisp sound originated from the deepest part of his body, from the seemingly indestructible barrier that had bound his cultivation for many years, which finally cracked open with a tiny fissure.

The next second, an unprecedented and immense power surged out from that tiny crack.

This power far surpassed all the soul power he had ever controlled before. It was powerful, domineering, pure, and profound, carrying the impact of breaking shackles and breaking through limits. It spread rapidly along the dense meridians around his body, instantly flowing through his limbs, torso, and head, penetrating into every inch of flesh, every bone, and every wisp of his soul.

A warm and powerful force surged through his entire body, instantly repairing and clearing all the minor injuries and blockages in his meridians left from countless past cultivation sessions. His physical strength, spiritual realm, and soul power all underwent a qualitative leap at this moment, breaking through the limits of his original plane in every aspect.

Chapter 327 You're back?

Yang Jian slowly opened his eyes. A deep, golden light flashed in the depths of his dark eyes, but it disappeared in an instant, leaving no trace.

He looked down at his palms, which were already covered with golden patterns, and were now undergoing a dramatic transformation.

The golden patterns on the skin's surface are no longer sparse, scattered, and chaotic as before; they are rapidly reorganizing, arranging, interweaving, and connecting according to a completely new set of rules and laws governing nature.

The patterns became denser, more regular, and more orderly, with each pattern vivid and lively, slowly flowing with a warm yet domineering golden light.

The entire palm is smooth and delicate, with golden light flowing in a circular pattern, as if it were a supreme divine gold surface meticulously sculpted and polished by a top craftsman. It is exquisitely beautiful, yet full of a terrifying sense of power that can crush everything.

He slowly stood up, his figure as upright as an ancient pine or cypress, his aura calm and profound, restrained and unassuming, and every move he made exuded a supreme aura that transcended mortals and the Douluo Continent.