Chapter 389: Kill All
The remnant soul of the Divine Martial Daoist Master wailed in despair.
He watched helplessly as the secret he had guarded for three thousand years was unraveled thread by thread, the scriptures encrypted with his Life Essence Blood being deciphered layer by layer by a chaotic golden light.
What terrified him most was that Xu Yunfan’s Self God Dharma Aspect had actually begun to construct the nascent form of the Divine Martial Dao Foundation within his Sea of Consciousness, just as recorded in the scriptures!
"No! That belongs to me! It’s mine, my fateful opportunity..."
"Disperse."
The Self God Dharma Aspect, which was Xu Yunfan’s manifestation, flicked its finger.
The Divine Martial Daoist Master’s final remnant soul shattered like glass, transforming into countless streams of light that were devoured by the chaotic vortex.
The purest strand of Foundation Establishment Origin was guided by the Dharma Aspect to a place within Xu Yunfan’s body, a nexus of flesh and blood three inches below his navel.
In the outside world, Xu Yunfan’s eyes snapped open.
A golden light flared three inches from his eyes, and a golden mist, stirred up by his surging Ten Extremes True Qi, gushed from every pore on his body.
His Martial Dao Profound Crystal trembled and hummed. As if sentient, it broke free from the binds of his flesh and shot out of his body, hovering above his Celestial Spirit.
In the void, the Crystal Core melted and collapsed, transforming into a vortex of chaotic, misty energy that descended like a flowing nebula in a nine-layered curtain of light.
As each layer of the misty curtain brushed over his skin, the sound of gold striking jade erupted from Xu Yunfan’s body.
His glazed-glass bone structure, which had already reached the physical limit of the human body, began to transform once more. Strange patterns appeared within his jade-colored marrow, and the steaming Blood Qi condensed outside his pores into a crimson-gold Gang Evil.
At this moment, he was like a primordial Fierce Beast that had shattered the shackles of heaven and earth. Every breath he took triggered an Earth Vein Resonance, and even the surrounding light distorted and collapsed around his continually ascending body.
"I see."
Xu Yunfan’s expression was devoid of joy or sorrow; he showed no emotional fluctuation at having obtained the *True Martial Demon Devouring True Scripture*. His voice carried the distinct, ethereal clarity of the Supreme Forgetting Emotions.
’The Divine Martial Dao Foundation requires the Martial Arts Extreme Realm as its catalyst, the Profound Yellow Qi as its furnace, supplemented by the Martial Dao Profound Crystal...’
He immediately formed a hand seal, disengaging the Linn Character State. The sensation of Supreme Forgetting Emotions receded like an ebbing tide.
The imposing, motionless Self God Dharma Aspect within his mind gradually collapsed, transforming into a strand of clear light that sank into the depths of his Sea of Consciousness.
In a daze, it was as if thousands of threads were being withdrawn from the void. The stolen emotions of joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness thawed like a spring stream, slowly flowing back through his entire body.
He subconsciously pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the long-absent thrum of his heartbeat beneath his fingertips.
The tremor of humanity pouring back into his flesh and blood felt like a newborn infant opening its eyes for the first time, seeing anew a mortal world stripped of its divine filter.
Although his Linn Character Technique was still only at the Minor Achievement realm, Xu Yunfan’s Cultivation had reached such an unimaginable level that the drain on his Heart and Spirit from maintaining the Linn Character State was now almost nonexistent.
However, a persistent worry was etched between his brows.
’If I indulge in this state for too long, my emotions will fade and my desires will wither. I’ll eventually become like a clay statue in a temple, human in form but lacking all humanity.’
’If this goes on, I can clearly foresee a moment in the future when my Self God will completely devour my mortal heart. Then, even if I have the power to move mountains and fill seas, I’ll be nothing more than an empty shell walking the earth.’
"Supreme Forgetting Emotions..."
A hint of worry flashed in Xu Yunfan’s eyes. "If I truly become a passionless, desireless stone, how would I be any different from a mountain rock that hasn’t moved in a thousand years?"
After a long while, as his emotions settled back into his mind along with the return of sensation to his powerful body, a mountain breeze swept past his temples. A few strands of hair fell across his forehead, adding a touch of life to his face, which still bore a golden, jade-like luster.
Just as Xu Yunfan was about to focus his mind and comprehend the profound mysteries of the *True Martial Demon Devouring True Scripture*, he suddenly heard sharp whistles tearing through the air.
He looked up to see several streaks of blood-red light in the sky, like meteors falling to earth, crashing down with a roar and carrying a foul, bloody wind.
The leader was the scar-faced disciple from the Primordial Demon Sect. The centipede-like scar on his left cheek glowed with an eerie purple light as his True Essence surged.
The moment he landed, spiderweb-like cracks spread from beneath his boots, but he froze abruptly when he got a clear look at the scene.
On the scorched earth, shrouded in a bloody mist, stood only Xu Yunfan, his hands clasped behind his back. The last vestiges of a vast True Qi still lingered around his robes.
The Divine Martial Daoist Master, however, was nowhere to be seen, with not even a trace of his aura left behind.
The scar-faced man’s pupils contracted violently, and the sound of him swallowing was clearly audible.
The four fellow disciples behind him turned ashen, a bad feeling creeping into their hearts. ’If Xu Yunfan is the only one left... then where is the Divine Martial Daoist Master?’
’Did that Foundation Establishment Daoist Master possess him?’
The scar-faced man swallowed hard and, steeling himself, announced, "Xu Tian of Microdust Peak, Primordial Sect, greets the Divine Martial Daoist Master! I have come to welcome you back!"
Hearing Xu Tian’s probing words, the corners of Xu Yunfan’s mouth lifted slightly. His fingertips gently stroked a Dragon Scale Armor Leaf on his cuff, the metallic scraping sound exceptionally jarring in the dead silence. "Are you looking for that Foundation Establishment senior? I’m afraid I’ll have to disappoint you."
He suddenly lifted his foot and crushed a bone fragment on the ground that was shimmering with phosphorescence. "He was making quite a racket here a moment ago, but now..."
Before he could finish, the scar-faced man shot back dozens of feet. The twelve Skull Magical Artifacts at his waist exploded simultaneously, forming a thick curtain of blood that shielded his body.
He moved so quickly that he left three afterimages behind.
"What’s the rush? You just got here. Did you ask my permission to leave?"
A cold glint flashed in Xu Yunfan’s eyes. As he made a grasping motion with his right hand, the Shaking Mountain Sea-Suppressing Hammer he pulled from his Sumeru Bag let out a tremor that sounded like a dragon’s roar.
The dark gold patterns on the handle lit up in sequence as Earth Vein Power surged into the weapon like a tide, forming the phantom image of a mountain on the hammer’s head.
"Suppress!"
With that single word, the great hammer had already become a crimson-gold meteor, hurtling toward the Primordial Demon Sect disciple on the far left.
The man had just summoned his Profound Iron Shield, but the instant the hammer struck its surface, the shield twisted and burst apart like paper.
The undiminished Hammer Force tore through his chest, pulverizing his internal organs into a bloody mist. Through the gaping hole that blew out of his back, one could even see fragments of his shattered spine.
Seeing this, Xu Yunfan sighed to himself. ’I put my full strength into that. If this Heavy Hammer were just one grade higher, that last strike would have turned him to dust on contact.’
’Even a small hill would have been pulverized.’
Seeing this, the second man hastily formed a spell. Seventy-two small swords flew from his sleeve, assembling into a Sword Array.
In response, Xu Yunfan formed a sword with the fingers of his left hand. His Ten Extremes True Qi coalesced at his fingertips into a Three-foot Cyan Blade. He unleashed the Sea Burning Sword Qi—one of the Pure Yang Three Forms—and the Sword Array was ground to dust before it could even get close.
The aftershock of the Sword Momentum swept across the man’s neck, and his head flew into the air, a terrified expression frozen on his face.
The third man turned to flee but suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Without anyone noticing, Xu Yunfan had already drawn his Sky-Sundering Cloud-Piercing Bow. The lingering vibration of the bowstring had yet to fade, but the arrow formed from True Qi had already pierced the man’s Dantian.
The crimson flames wreathing the arrow instantly ignited his True Essence. His entire body went up like a torch, and he turned to charcoal amidst his own screams.
The last person, the Female Cultivator, screamed as she crushed a Teleportation Talisman. Ripples of space had just begun to appear when Xu Yunfan’s Shaking Mountain Hammer smashed down on a point in the empty air.
The mountain pattern on the hammer’s head flared brightly, its Earth Vein Power forcibly disrupting the space in a ten-zhang radius.
The Female Cultivator was already halfway into the portal but was brutally "stuck" in the spatial rift. Her lower body was ground to a pulp by the chaotic Space Power.
It all happened in a flash. Soon, only the scar-faced man, Xu Tian, remained, standing dumbstruck.
The bloody mist that had exploded from his waist had not yet dispersed, but all twelve of his protective Skull Magical Artifacts were already destroyed.