DipNovel Chapter 381 Enlightenment in the Face of Death, the Seed of the Spirit Saint Realm Sprouts
Chapter 381 Enlightenment in the Face of Death, the Seed of the Spirit Saint Realm Sprouts
There was no extra time to think of a solution.
Thousands of golden blades of law light, like a completely enclosed spherical meat grinder, simultaneously sliced towards Lu Sheng from all directions and blind spots.
This is something you can't dodge at all. The density of the light blades is too high; there isn't even a gap left for a single hair.
The jungle of law threads that he had painstakingly cultivated was also triggered on a large scale by the shock of that oppressive force, and was frantically generating new light blades, completely blocking his retreat.
There was no way to retreat, only obstruction ahead. A dead end lay everywhere, both in the sky and on the ground.
"Even if I die here today, I'll still take a bite out of you first!"
Lu Sheng let out an extremely fierce roar. He had no intention of retreating. Retreating meant certain death, advancing meant certain death, so he might as well die at the dinner table.
With a sudden flap of his twelve tattered dragon wings, he not only didn't dodge, but instead charged straight into the densest storm of light blades, crashing directly into the wound on the skeleton's chest that was oozing golden liquid.
At the same time, he unleashed all his hidden strength and resources without reservation.
"Human-Dragon Form, activate!"
Lu Sheng's bones emitted a series of teeth-grinding cracking sounds. The dragon blood within his body boiled wildly like molten lava. His already tall body instantly grew even taller, and the shattered black-gold dragon scales on his skin regrowed, becoming even thicker and sharper. His pupils turned completely vertical dark gold, two ferocious dragon horns sprouted from his forehead, and his limbs transformed into thick dragon claws.
All attributes increased by two times in that instant!
This is not finished.
"The Dharma Image of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor, come out and take the blame!"
A black-gold illusory image, tens of thousands of feet tall, suddenly took shape in space. The image had six thick arms, which were tightly crossed in front of Lu Sheng, forming an enormous flesh shield.
"Devour Domain, open to maximum!"
The deathly gray domain expanded instantly, enveloping the entire area within several miles.
The rushing blades of light, plunging into the Devouring Domain, were noticeably slowed down. The golden light on the blades' surfaces was also dimmed by the gravity of the Devouring Furnace.
But it was only a half-beat too late.
These light blades were of such high quality that they were killing moves left behind by ancient powerful beings who surpassed even the Spirit Immortal Realm and the Spirit Emperor Realm. Lu Sheng's half-baked Devouring Domain simply couldn't digest them completely.
Puff puff puff!
A series of chilling cutting sounds rang out.
The light blades rained down like a storm, slamming into the black-gold Dharma image that was tens of thousands of feet tall.
The Dharma Image's six thick arms couldn't even withstand the force for a second, instantly being sliced into countless fragments. Next came the Dharma Image's breastplate, head, and legs.
Only two seconds passed.
Lu Sheng's most prized defensive trump card—the Dharma Image of the Desolate Heavenly Emperor—was sliced into nothingness by these thousands of light blades.
Without the buffer of the Dharma Form, Lu Sheng's true form was directly exposed to the very center of the light blade storm.
puff!
A blade of light severed his two left wings behind him with extreme precision.
puff puff!
Two blades of light crossed and sliced open his abdomen. The black and gold dragon scales were torn apart as if they were made of paper, and golden blood gushed out, his intestines almost spilling out of the wound.
Puff puff!
Three more beams of light struck his back simultaneously. Lu Sheng heard the cracking sound of his spine breaking, and his lower body instantly lost sensation.
The golden blood exploded into a cloud of blood mist in the vacuum.
Lu Sheng's body was like a tattered sack being slashed wildly by hundreds of knives at the same time, rolling uncontrollably in the storm of light blades.
pain.
The pain reached the depths of his soul, so much so that he didn't even have the strength to scream.
He felt his life force draining away at an alarming rate. He was really dying.
The dragon runes within his body were flashing red light frantically, desperately trying to grow granulation tissue to repair his injuries. But the speed of repair was far from keeping up with the speed of the light blade's cutting. Just as a little flesh was growing on his front leg, a large chunk was sliced off his hind leg.
The Heaven-Devouring Furnace was spinning rapidly in its dantian, almost smoking, trying to absorb the power of the laws that had cut into its body. But the light blades were simply too dense, and the furnace couldn't contain so much violent energy.
"Are we really going to die here?"
The thought flashed through Lu Sheng's mind.
The next second, it was extinguished by him in an extremely rough manner.
"Fuck you! I've been eating my way here and I'm still not full, how could I possibly die here!"
He bit down and broke the last few intact teeth in his mouth, blood dripping down his chin.
His eyes were covered in blood, but he stared intently ahead.
The wound on the remains, from which primordial golden water seeped, was getting closer and closer.
Twenty meters.
Fifteen meters.
ten meters.
Just ten meters left!
But his body had reached its absolute limit. His left arm had been severed at the root, his right leg was only half hanging from his hip, and three transparent, bloody holes had been pierced in his chest, through which his beating heart was clearly visible.
Just as he felt his consciousness beginning to blur and he was about to give up, he was on the verge of collapse.
The little world seed in his dantian, which had always been quiet, suddenly emitted a roar that shook his entire soul.
The seed has sprouted.
It wasn't because he had consumed enough energy, nor because he had some idle time and had come up with some nonsensical philosophical truth.
It's because of his current state.
A true death trap.
At that moment, Lu Sheng's mind suddenly became incredibly clear. He finally understood one thing.
The core of the Spiritual Sacred Realm is not about systematically "creating rules".
Instead, in dire straits, they forcefully shatter the existing rules and establish their own!
What are rules? Rules are constraints. They are the constraints set by this ancient remains: "Those who approach will die."
Breaking this constraint, creating the possibility of "immortality" from the brink of certain death—that is true creation!
"You want me dead? I'll show you!"
"On my turf, you have to follow my rules!"
Lu Sheng stared with his blood-red vertical pupils, roaring hysterically in his heart.
The tiny seed of his own world, which had sprouted within him, began to grow and expand at an astonishing rate.
A hazy, nascent world unfolded directly within his dantian.
Wind, thunder, and water mingled with ice, frost, fire, and space. These five laws, which he had honed through countless trials, intertwined and merged in the small world, forming a completely new system of rules that belonged entirely to him, Lu Sheng.
Lu Sheng's rules are simple, yet also domineering.
"In my world—these broken razor blades are all just scrap metal!"
boom!
The gray, nascent world suddenly expanded outwards, directly covering a ten-meter radius around Lu Sheng.
A fluctuation of rules, invisible to the naked eye, swept out from his body.
A miracle happened.
Within a ten-meter radius, those law-based light blades that could originally easily shatter a Spirit Immortal Realm cultivator—
Everything has stopped.
It wasn't blocked by physical defenses, nor was it eaten by the Devouring Furnace.
Instead, it was directly "negated" conceptually by Lu Sheng's new rules.
Within his small world, he forcibly erased the "lethality" and "cutting" properties of these light blades.
The light blade was still floating there, but it had turned into a bunch of harmless golden light effects that couldn't even hurt his skin.
Lu Sheng gasped for breath, his body covered in blood, suspended in mid-air. He looked down at the gray, glowing phantom on his chest.
The system notification sound exploded in my head.
The barrier of the Spirit Saint Realm was completely shattered.
Current realm: Early stage of Spirit Saint Realm.
Lu Sheng grinned. His mouth was full of blood and foam from his laughter.
"The Spirit Saint Realm... so that's all there is to it."
He didn't waste time on sentimentality. His body was in such a state that he needed to eat immediately to replenish his energy.
Dragging his battered and bruised body, he gritted his teeth and flew the last ten meters.
He lunged directly at the chest of the celestial remains, pressing his hands firmly against the edge of the massive wound.
"The Heaven-Devouring Furnace...drink as much as you want from me!"
A deathly gray, giant furnace phantom suddenly burst out of his body and pressed directly against the wound on the remains.
Those pale golden, primordial essences, beyond comprehension, surged wildly into Lu Sheng's body like a tsunami bursting its banks.
Repair the physical body.
Consolidate the realm.
Fill the little world.
Lu Sheng closed his eyes comfortably.
His severed limbs were rapidly regenerating, and his shattered bones were reconnecting. An unprecedented, terrifying power, truly belonging to the Spirit Saint Realm, suddenly awakened within him.