Chapter 924 Extracting Blood (1/2)

Leaf Dao-Denier contained a combination of Fortuned and Eternal blood. However, each drop of his blood also resembled a taiji symbol. Fortune was Fortune; Eternal was Eternal. They were like a black fish and a white fish forever intertwined.

It was an expression of the Taiji Indestructible Chaos-Magic World-Terrorizing Profound Art, which Leaf Dao-Denier had used to rapidly advance his energy arts, making him capable of crushing even top-tier experts from the Ancient Road to the Gods.

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Empress Joyflower had chosen to teach him that profound technique because of the effect it would have on his Fortuned and Eternal blood. It would make them clearly distinguishable, and at the same time, would make them complement each other even more.

No one had ever combined Eternal powers and Fortuned powers in imitation of the taiji, and it surpassed the original creator of the technique in terms of strength. The original creator had been a god-king, but all he had ever absorbed were yin and yang energies, not the blood of Eternal and Fortuned Ones.

Ultimately, Eternal power and Fortuned power were like yin and yang.

Eternal power was the yang, and Fortuned power was the yin.

Eternal power relied on what was strong and masculine to exist forever. Fortuned power relied on what was soft and feminine to create mountains and rivers within the eternal stream of time, using natural charm to create immortal worlds. [1]

Because of the yin-yang combination of Eternal and Fortuned power, Leaf Dao-Denier’s energy arts had reached an unfathomable level. They could pierce the ancient past, crush macrocosms, and reach unheard-of peaks.

Unfortunately, none of that did much to help against the immortal-slaying clone.

Spurt-spurt. Spurt-spurt.

Visit lightnovelworld.com for the best novel reading experienceOne drop of blood after another flew out into the clone’s hand until he was holding a fist-sized conglomeration that looked like a taiji sphere of green and red.

“Assimilate the blood, and the power of a myriad of worlds will come to heaven and earth....” Streams of blood began flowing from the sphere into the immortal-slaying clone, who immediately began assimilating it.

RUMBLE!

Flames burst out all over the clone, expressions of pure immortal-slaying power that rose into the dome of the Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart’s heaven. High above, something like an eye opened up and godly power descended, power left behind by King Immortal-Slayer himself that only an immortal-slaying clone with enough legacy medallions could use. Not even Yang Qi’s true self would have been able to take it.

Outside, his true self began to glow with dazzling light, making him seem like someone in the midst of attaining dao enlightenment.

Leaf Dao-Denier howled with rage, and was fully prepared to put his life on the line to fight back against what was happening.

Unfortunately for him, as his Eternal and Fortuned blood was extracted, the immortal-slaying clone only grew stronger and stronger, making it even less possible for Leaf Dao-Denier to struggle. As the moments ticked by and he continued to be crushed by all the various powers, he grew weaker and weaker.

Meanwhile, the clone flew high into the sky like a divine dragon that was ready to part the heavens.

“Be opened, Myriad Worlds Monarch Chart! Let the eight medallions come!” Upon spattering his eight medallions with Eternal blood, they shone with bright light that caused something to open up in the sky above.

“Open!”

Visit lightnovelworld.com for the best novel reading experienceAs power coursed through the clone, he felt like he was in the presence of multiple versions of King Immortal-Slayer. The clone was transforming. He no longer physically resembled Yang Qi, but instead seemed like an ancient statue with an expressionless face.

It was not the face of a beautiful man, but rather someone ancient and mighty, with chiseled features tinged with the vestiges of history.

If Zilin was jade, then this man was an ancient divine likeness from primeval times. His face reflected a long, hard life, weathered by age, his temples white in a way that made him seem particularly manly.

After all, without experiencing the hardships of life, how could one truly grow up?

He seemed like a person whose most casual movement could subvert the cosmos, who commanded ultimate authority, and who had won his position through deadly struggle.

This was the kind of person who truly looked mighty.