Chapter 839
First-Rank Fall, Entering Yanghu Grotto-Heaven!
Outside Shangjing County.
The mountain wind suddenly stopped.
Faced with Jiang Ning's imposing momentum as he shattered the shackles of the Bitter Space, the gray-robed elder retreated with lightning speed, yet without causing the slightest ripple.
By uniting the four directions of heaven and earth, he laid the foundation for becoming a master of the four directions, which gave him an extraordinary understanding of space.
With this advantage, his agility is his strength.
But at this moment, although the gray-robed old man was fast, Jiang Ning was even faster.
With a few strides, he shrank the distance between them and instantly appeared in front of the old man.
Looking at the gray-robed old man in front of him, Jiang Ning thrust his right fist forward without any fancy moves.
A single punch, seemingly simple, yet it embodies immense divine power, as vast as mountains and as deep as the sea.
Before the fist even arrived, the air in front of the old man burst with an unbearable roar, as if the space itself was about to be torn apart by this pure physical power.
A look of horror flashed across the old man's eyes.
He knew that his physical body was by no means his strength. He was old and frail, and his blood and energy were declining. His physical body was no longer as strong as it had been in his youth. Not to mention that he had become a master of the celestial realm and the true meaning he had come to understand was the unity of the four directions of heaven and earth.
Faced with Jiang Ning's punch, he dared not take it head-on. In haste, he had no choice but to activate his spatial power again, his figure flashing to the side like a phantom in water, trying to create distance. An invisible field unfolded, intending to slow down Jiang Ning's movements.
In an instant, Jiang Ning felt the weight of a mountain pressing down on him, and the surrounding air squeezed him like seawater.
His expression remained unchanged; this was merely an expansion of the Primordial Chaos Domain.
For him, this obstacle had no effect whatsoever.
His fist did not slow down in the slightest and continued to thrust forward.
"What?!" The old man was shocked to realize that Jiang Ning was not under any restrictions.
With no way to avoid it, he could only cross his arms, mobilize all his energy and his understanding of space, and set up layer after layer of solid spatial barriers in front of him.
Bang!Bang!Bang!
The dull cracking sounds continued in unison.
Jiang Ning's fist struck the fragile ice layer like a red-hot iron hammer, shattering the layers of spatial barriers with almost no delay.
The force of the punch even distorted the light, and a distinct shockwave from the punch spread outwards.
The next instant, the fist slammed solidly into the old man's crossed arms.
"Ugh—!"
With a muffled thud accompanied by a clear cracking sound, the gray-robed old man was struck as if by lightning, his entire body flying backward uncontrollably, his arms twisted unnaturally.
His body crashed through countless ancient trees along the way, each as thick as a person's embrace, before finally slamming heavily into the mountainside dozens of feet away, kicking up clouds of dust.
"too weak!"
Looking at the dust billowing ahead, Jiang Ning shook his head listlessly.
He was in high spirits throughout the journey.
Because if he were to clash with the elder of the Prince's Mansion, it would be the first first-rank martial artist he would formally face.
A martial artist whose strength and background are unknown.
Because he couldn't discern the old man's level of cultivation simply by looking at him.
However, as his energy surged, he realized the old man's current state of being and felt somewhat disappointed.
Before even reaching the Unity Realm, one is already a Primordial Chaos Realm expert.
The Hunyuan Realm may seem very strong to others, ranking at the peak of the first-grade martial arts.
But the more he learns now, the clearer he understands.
The Hunyuan Realm cannot be considered a top-tier expert.
True top-tier experts all start at the Unity Realm.
Moreover, this old man from the Prince's Mansion was old, his physical functions had declined significantly, his blood and qi were depleted, and he had only retained three or four tenths of his strength, making it difficult for him to regain his peak power.
He had already completed the transition from the Primordial Chaos Realm to the Unity Realm, and his divine power had accumulated considerably.
With the combined effects of various factors, the gray-robed elder's strength instantly extinguished the interest that had been burning in his heart.
But a sliver of hope remained in my heart.
But with that punch, all his interest vanished.
weak!
Incredibly weak!
He was easily defeated with just a simple, powerful punch.
And this one punch left the gray-robed old man seriously injured.
This punch nearly broke the tendons and bones in his arm, and even with the force of his hands blocking and parrying, several of his ribs were broken.
As the dust settled, the matter was gradually resolved.
The old man slid down the recessed mountain wall and barely managed to steady himself by kneeling on one knee.
Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and his arms hung limply at his sides.
"Your Highness, you're wrong!!" His gaze toward Jiang Ning was filled with disbelief, horror, and deep apprehension.
"Lord Dongling, it was all a misunderstanding!" The gray-robed elder took a deep breath and said.
"Too late!" Jiang Ning shook his head.
With his arms hanging naturally at his sides, he walked towards the direction where the gray-robed old man was.
Each step he took, though seemingly ordinary, caused the old man in gray to break out in a cold sweat.
He sensed the murderous intent in Jiang Ning's eyes.
next moment.
His eyes flashed, and he suddenly leaped away.
As the gray-robed old man moved, Jiang Ning also moved suddenly.
With one step, he traversed countless obstacles and instantly appeared three zhang behind the gray-robed old man.
"How could this be?!" Sensing the imminent danger, the gray-robed elder suddenly turned around and saw Jiang Ning's outstretched palms, and heard the roaring sound of surging waves.
"Where did the sound of waves come from?" Along with his astonishment at Jiang Ning's agility, the gray-robed old man was filled with suspicion.
next moment.
He saw countless water vapors rising from the sky and earth.
In just a moment, countless water vapors gathered into a sea, a vast ocean, which surged and a giant wave, ten feet high, appeared as a phantom image.
At this moment, it was as if a sea on land had appeared in the mountains and forests.
"Take my palm strike!" Jiang Ning said, looking at the gray-robed old man.
As he finished speaking, he pushed with both arms, as if propelling a vast expanse of land.
Boom—
The heavens and earth roared, as if a thunderclap had exploded.
The mountains and forests trembled, as if an earth dragon were churning.
With a deafening roar, a giant wave surged forth, like a mountain collapsing and the sea overturning, carrying the power to sweep across the heavens and earth, crashing down upon the gray-robed elder in front of him.
Before the waves subsided, a strong wind had already swept across the land.
The gray-robed elder was terrified. The ten-zhang-high illusory wave was not an illusion, but a martial arts aura condensed from the vast true essence and the endless water vapor in the world!
It even has the smell of divine power!
Under the lock of Qi, he felt as if he were a lone boat in a raging sea, the surrounding space frozen, and his body seemingly unable to move.
"You are at the Unity Realm, how could you be at the Unity Realm?" Before the horrified roar could be fully uttered, the giant wave crashed down.
boom!!!
The mountains and forests trembled, and the heavens and earth roared.
The protective aura that the old man had desperately erected shattered like paper the moment it touched the crest of the wave, lasting only a fraction of a second.
He felt that every drop of water in these waves was as heavy as an entire ocean.
Billions of waters converged into waves, crashing down with immense force—a power he was utterly powerless to resist.
next moment.
The aftershocks spread in a ring, turning ancient trees and rocks into the finest dust wherever they passed.
All that remained was a huge pit, several meters deep and hundreds of meters in circumference.
At the bottom of the pit, nothing remained; the old man in gray had left no trace.
Jiang Ning slowly withdrew his palm, the surging, powerful aura around him instantly subsiding, and the suffocating pressure in the mountains and forests dissipated as well. He stood quietly at the edge of the palm print, his gaze sweeping across the empty space before him, his eyes calm.
Although he believed the gray-robed old man's strength was not enough to measure the strength of a first-grade martial artist.
However, after a brief exchange of blows, he realized that his strength might be greater than he had imagined.
In martial arts combat, normally, those of equal skill levels can determine victory or defeat, but it is difficult to determine life or death.
Because once you embark on the path of martial arts, you temper your skin, flesh, bones, and muscles, strengthen your physical body, and gain powerful vitality.
Especially after reaching the level of Blood Transfusion Master, their vitality is so strong that they can regenerate severed limbs.
Even a broken heart can be reborn.
Once a martial artist reaches this level, they are practically invincible.
Unless there is a huge disparity in power, it would be impossible for them to fight to the death.
However, the gray-robed elder, who was at the first-grade Hunyuan realm, was reduced to dust by his palm strike.
He knew that his strength far surpassed that of the gray-robed elder from the Prince's Mansion.
The two are no longer on the same level in terms of strength.
And this is far from his full strength.
That's why he couldn't be bothered with the old man from the same palace, so he decided to end it all.
"What schemes, plots, conspiracies, and schemes? If I have enough strength, I can destroy them all with a single punch!" He muttered to himself, looking at the giant crater in front of him.
A hint of confidence flashed in his eyes.
Even now, though he doesn't know exactly what level his strength has reached, he is more confident after this battle.
The next moment, he moved, instantly flying towards Yanghu at a speed more than ten times that of before.
Ordinary powerful individuals would choose to fly high in the sky when traveling, just like Shen Wenyuan did in the past.
Because of high-altitude flight, there is no need to consider any obstacles, and it can move in a straight line.
But Jiang Ning continued to fly across the ground.
Whether it be high mountains or ancient forests, they all pass through him at his speed, unable to hinder him in the slightest.
Less than an hour later.
Above Yanghu Lake.
Jiang Ning came to this place once again.
The lake is no longer as turbulent as it once was, and there are no longer thousands of sails hovering on its surface.
After the entrance to the grotto on Yanghu Lake was closed, the boats that once lingered there have long since sailed away.
Now, the lake surface is only covered with thousands of golden scales rippling in the wind.
"Whether I can form a Yin-Yang Dao Embryo depends on this!" Jiang Ning thought to himself as he looked at the lake in front of him.
Then, he walked on the water towards the center of the lake.
the other side.
A fishing boat floats on the lake surface, which is covered with golden scales.
On the fishing boat, there was an old man and a child.
The old man was squinting as he idly arranged his fishing nets when a five- or six-year-old child beside him suddenly tugged at his sleeve and pointed to the center of the lake.
"Grandpa, look!" The child's voice was clear and bright, filled with the unique wonder of a child: "There's a shadow walking on the lake!"
"A shadow?" The old man looked in the direction his grandson was pointing, and saw a faint figure in the distance where the water and sky met.
The person was not on a boat, nor was he seen wading through the waves; he seemed to be simply walking on the water, which was covered with the golden fragments of the setting sun.
As the sunlight streamed down, the figure was sometimes clear, sometimes blurry, and occasionally seemed to blend into the shimmering waves, leaving only an outline before solidifying again a few feet away and continuing on its way.
"Oh?" The old man rubbed his slightly blurry eyes, staring intently, but was even more puzzled: "He... he's walking on water? How come he looks so far away one moment and so close the next, like... like he's walking on light?"
"Is he a god, Grandpa?" The child's eyes widened, full of longing. "In the stories Mommy says, gods walk like this, and can cross a mountain in one step!"
The old man did not answer immediately. He had lived for over sixty years and spent his entire life fishing on Yanghu Lake. He had seen skilled martial artists traversing the water with great speed, splashing water everywhere.
I have also seen those great figures who can fly and disappear into the earth soaring through the sky, their presence astonishing.
Last year, I even witnessed the magnificent scenery on Yanghu Lake.
But the way this person walked was completely different.
There was no whistling sound of wind breaking through the air, no surging waves on the lake, and not even a series of footprints or ripples left behind.
Their steps were unhurried, as if they were walking on a cobblestone path in their own backyard, not on a vast lake.
What's even more remarkable is that its form blends seamlessly with its surroundings—the sunlight, the moisture, and the clear, bright scenery.
"Not a deity..." The old man slowly shook his head, a glint of wisdom and awe born of experience flashing in his cloudy eyes: "But certainly not an ordinary person, but an extraordinary figure."
"Grandpa, I want to become a great person like that too!! A great person like a god!!!" The child's voice was firm and resounding.
"Good! Good! Good!!" The old man smiled broadly and said "good" three times, seemingly feeling gratified.
As the two were talking, the voice disappeared from their sight.
About it.
Jiangning has reached the heart of the lake.
He stopped and looked up at the sky, his calm gaze reflecting the layers of space in his pupils.
"I see it!!" His eyes narrowed as he spotted the crack hidden in the void above Yanghu Lake.
It was a golden crack, from which endless light and heat emanated.
At that moment, he suddenly understood why the temperature on Yanghu Lake was always a few degrees higher than in other places.
Why is the water in Yanghu Lake always warm?
Because the grotto-heaven above Yanghu Lake constantly influences this lake area.
The unique environment has created a unique landform and a unique ecosystem.
The waters of Yanghu Lake are abundant with many kinds of aquatic fish.
As his thoughts raced, his figure soared upwards.
They rushed toward the golden crack.
The higher he went, the closer he got, the larger the golden cracks appeared before his eyes, and the higher the temperature in the air became.
As the golden crack widened in his eyes, he saw two golden suns hanging within it.
Beyond these two golden suns, other suns radiate endless light and heat.
next moment.
His figure disappeared over Yanghu Lake, stepping into a deeper space.
The golden spatial rift also expanded before his eyes.
Upon reaching the golden crack, he leaped into the air.
In an instant.
Heaven and earth reversed, space transformed.
The surrounding scenery changed instantly.
He composed himself.
Above them were ten golden suns, and below them stretched a vast, boundless sea.
"They really got in!" He grinned, secretly delighted.
Entering Yanghu Cave Heaven means he has already succeeded halfway.
Just then.
Above, an invisible wave spread out from the void, and the treacherous will of the grotto descended.
The will focused on Jiang Ning, but only lingered for two breaths.
"So it's a true disciple of the upper sect who has arrived!" An invisible wave resonated in Jiang Ning's mind. (End of Chapter)