The Struggle, Victory

Chapter 85 The Struggle, Victory

Each faction leader, including Hurley, had their own ideas.

The gods are all paying close attention to the situation in Nolan's material plane.

"It seems it's about time to begin," the Lord of Death said with a faint smile.

At this moment, only a little over a meter of the black flame left by Olmahi remained, barely enough to envelop the Supreme Divine Mirror and the Blackwood Staff.

The ball of flame hovered above the abyss that had been burned out.

"Everyone, let's join forces and destroy this last black flame!" Clementine transmitted his voice to the Great Perfectionists.

"good!"

The Great Perfection cultivators all saw that the black flames were about to run out of energy. After hundreds of years of hard work, it was finally coming to an end, and everyone was thrilled.

Various substances attacked, emitting streams of light of different colors, all landing on the black flames.

"boom"

Under the barrage of attacks, the black flames suddenly exploded.

The shockwave swept in all directions, and the Supreme Divine Mirror and the Blackwood Staff were also thrown away!

Everyone's eyes lit up.

"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"

All the Great Perfection cultivators rushed towards the black wooden staff, while no one paid any attention to the Supreme Divine Mirror, letting it fall into the abyss below.

The purpose of the Supreme Divine Mirror is to record detailed information about the Supreme God's missions. Since the main gods have already seen this information, the Supreme Divine Mirror is naturally no longer needed.

The Great Perfection cultivators cultivate different laws and rules, and their strengths also differ. In terms of speed, the four Great Perfection cultivators—Clementine of Light, Ninisha of Light, Baier of Wind, and Bamer of Fire—are the fastest, leading the others by a significant margin.

"snort!"

Byr snorted coldly.

All that could be heard was the whooshing sound of the wind.

The wind howled, and in an instant, thousands upon thousands of "Beers" appeared, densely packed together.

It is the "Clone Technique" from the profound mysteries of the Wind Element Laws.

Countless Beers simultaneously unleashed bizarre whirlwinds, so dense that the space remained completely still.

This was the result of countless clones working together to unleash the profound mystery of "Space of Wind," with the effects stacking up to completely freeze the surrounding space. The terrifying binding force instantly enveloped Clementine, Ninisha, and Barmer.

"The black wooden cane is mine!"

Byer shook off the three men and charged toward the black wooden cane.

"Snapped!"

A silver whip lashed through the air, striking Byr directly and sending him flying.

"Magnus!" Byr stared resentfully at Magnus, who was holding a long whip.

If it weren't for Magnus's whip, he would have already grabbed the black wooden staff.

Magnus chuckled lightly, "The blackwood cane isn't so easy to carry."

Although there is a speed difference between those who reach the Great Perfection level, it is only a hair's breadth. Magnus, Parhouse, and Dennington, who are relatively slower, have already caught up.

"boom"

Clementine and Alibert's figures exploded simultaneously.

Thousands of golden rays emanated from Clementine's body, and countless "Clementines" appeared around him.

Amidst the myriad golden rays, there was also a black ray that was in no way inferior, and these black rays coalesced into a large number of "Alibeta".

They both used clones at the same time.

The technique of creating clones and illusions exists in the laws of wind, darkness, and light, but the underlying principles are slightly different.

Countless Clementines and Alibertis surrounded the black wooden cane in layers.

The two of them had already decided to work together to compete for the black wooden cane.

"Don't even think about it!"

Ninisha's eyes were icy cold as she stretched her hands forward, and instantly, millions of bolts of lightning appeared out of thin air within a radius of ten thousand meters around her.

The violent lightning raged, destroying all of Clementine and Alibert's numerous clones, leaving only their original bodies.

However, this did not stop them. The two of them, braving the lightning attacks, appeared next to the black wooden cane.

"call"

Magnus's expression was indifferent. He clenched his fists, and a transparent sphere of light, as tall as a person, appeared in front of him. Inside the sphere was a blooming crystal lotus flower, with mist swirling around it.

The ball of light struck Clementine and Alibert like lightning.

At the same time, the slower Grand Perfection masters, such as Death Grand Perfection Dennington, Life Grand Perfection Mette, Earth Grand Perfection Barres, and Water Grand Perfection Palhouse, all unleashed their strongest soul attacks, bombarding Clementine and Alibert.

Several soul attacks streaked across the sky, and Clementine's expression changed drastically.

A Great Perfection cultivator is not afraid of a Great Perfection cultivator's soul attack, but only if the opponent is also a Great Perfection cultivator. If it is a soul attack from two Great Perfection cultivators, it will be somewhat difficult, and if there are more, there may be a risk of death.

Clementine dared not take the hit head-on and abruptly dodged to the side.

The speed of the soul attack is terrifying. An ordinary high-level god would not be able to dodge it at all. However, a high-level god at the Great Perfection is much faster than an ordinary high-level god, so he can still dodge it slightly.

Clementine dodged most of the soul attacks, only being hit by one, which he managed to withstand.

Alibert, on the other hand, was much more composed, completely ignoring the numerous soul attacks.

The transparent soul attacks entered his body, but he didn't react at all.

"Alibaba has three main artifacts; neither physical nor soul attacks are effective against him!" Parhouse said in a deep voice.

"This Alibert, I used to laugh at him for bullying the commander on the dimensional battlefield to obtain the main artifact, but it actually came in handy for him!" Bares, a Great Perfection Earth Element cultivator, snorted.

Of all the Great Perfections present, only Alibert managed to collect all three main artifacts.

"Haha, the ebony cane is mine now!"

Alibert laughed. The black wooden cane was only half a meter away from him. He could reach it in an instant.

"Um?"

Just as he was getting excited, Alibert suddenly noticed a fiery red figure appear behind him. Barmer, wielding a fiery red greatsword, slashed at Alibert from behind.

The Fire Element Law at its peak makes both soul attacks and physical attacks extremely terrifying.

Although Alibert managed to withstand the sword strike thanks to his material defense artifact, he was still sent flying far away.

"Bang!"

Alibert slammed hard onto the ground.

How can the surface of the material plane withstand an impact of this magnitude?

"Boom!"

The earth and rocks on the ground instantly turned into dust. As the impact force was transmitted, the earth undulated like ocean waves and continued to spread into the distance, reaching hundreds of miles away. When the wind blew, the dusty earth and rocks were swept into the air, like a sandstorm.

However, no one was paying attention to Alibert at this time.

After Bam's sword strike, the aftershock hit the black wooden staff, causing it to flip and fly into the sky.

Although the Great Perfection cultivators were all going all out, their understanding of the profound mysteries of the laws was so profound that all the mysteries had been integrated into one. Their material attacks were incredibly concentrated, with not a trace of power dissipating, and they didn't even tear the space of the material plane.

Cultivation is just like that.

From the very beginning, the pursuit was the release of power, the stronger the better, even to the point of tearing open spatial rifts.

Finally, upon reaching the peak, one completely and perfectly controls the power, achieving perfect control without any waste. This allows one to tear apart spatial rifts hundreds of meters long while maintaining complete spatial stability, doing as one pleases.

Those who achieve Great Perfection intentionally control the space to prevent it from tearing apart.

Because nobody wants the black wooden cane to be sucked into the spatial turbulence.

Jaeger, Alibert, and Parhouse wanted to exchange the Blackwood Staff for the Divine Status of Augusta.

The other Great Perfection cultivators wanted to complete the main god's mission and obtain the main god's power.

If the blackwood staff falls into the spatial turbulence and no one can get it, then all these hundreds of years of hard work will have been in vain.

The black wooden cane tumbled and flew higher and higher.

"Snap"

A long black whip flew out from the side, wrapped around the black wooden cane, and then pulled back.

"Jeg!"

All the Great Perfections suddenly looked at Jugg, who was holding a long whip.

The sound of a sword rang out, and a streak of azure sword light pierced the sky.

"Byer!"

Jag discovered who had drawn the sword.

Byer held a longsword as thin as a cicada's wing, shimmering with a pale blue halo. It was a main divine artifact. He seemingly casually thrust out a sword, unleashing a blue sword light only a finger's width wide. The sword light was not large because Byer had concentrated all his power to the extreme.

Byer did not choose to attack Jeg with his sword. He knew that even if his sword pierced Jeg, it would not do anything to him, since they were both at the Great Perfection level. His target was the black whip in Jeg's hand.

This black whip was merely a high-level divine artifact; even with Jeg's control, it couldn't withstand the full force of Byr's sword strike using a main divine artifact.

The cyan sword light struck the long whip, which trembled as if emitting a mournful cry, before shattering into pieces.

Jag also lost control of the blackwood cane.

The black wooden cane, propelled by the momentum of Jaeger's earlier tug, plummeted downwards at breakneck speed.

"Rob!"

All the Great Perfection cultivators rushed towards the black wooden staff.

"Haha, it's mine!"

Alibert burst forth from underground, and for a moment, he was closest to the black wooden cane.

Clementine was rushing toward the black wooden cane when suddenly, he heard a majestic command in his mind.

"Clementine, stop the others and cover Alibert's repossession of the Blackwood Staff. If you succeed, I promise you not a drop of the God's power will be spared!"

"My Lord!" Clementine's expression changed.

He knew that in Augusta's eyes, it was the same whether he or Alibert got the Blackwood Cane.

Clementine had no choice but to turn around, and a dazzling golden light erupted from his body.

The light condensed into countless golden threads, which bombarded the other Great Perfection cultivators like a rain of light.

These attacks cannot injure a Great Perfection cultivator, but regardless of whether a Great Perfection cultivator chooses to withstand the attack, dodge, or counterattack, their speed will be affected.

Even if the impact is only slight, it's enough for Alibert at this moment.

"Haha!" Alibert laughed as he successfully grasped the black wooden cane with Clementine's help.

"I got it! I got it!" Alibert was so excited he could hardly contain himself.

He is not like other Great Perfection cultivators. Other Great Perfection cultivators either only have one main artifact or none at all. In such cases, if they are surrounded and attacked by many Great Perfection cultivators, they will perish. But he has three main artifacts, so even if he is surrounded and attacked, he is not afraid at all.

"I'm going to become a supreme god!" Alibert laughed uncontrollably.

When the others saw Alibert take the black wooden cane, they all knew something was wrong.

"Why did it have to be him of all people!" Palhaus felt his spirits plummet.

If the Blackwood Staff falls into the hands of other Great Perfection cultivators, they can still gang up on it, but if Alibert gets his hands on it, then it's truly over.

"Oh well, there's nothing I can do about it."

Many of the Great Perfection cultivators gave up and stopped moving.

"Everyone, then I'll accept your offer." Alibert was in high spirits and smiled at everyone, then looked at Jage, wanting to see what expression Jage had now.

"I'm about to become a supreme god. He's probably so scared he's about to flee to the material plane. He'd better hurry, or else—"

He turned his head smugly, but his expression suddenly changed.

Because Jag had already rushed in front of him and punched him in the face.

"Still not giving up? Hmph, a death throes!" Alibert sneered, throwing a punch in return.

Both are at the Great Perfection level, but he has a main artifact for material defense, and the gloves he wears are also main artifacts. How could he be afraid when they are fist to fist?

"It's time!" Jag's eyes lit up when he saw that Alibert was not dodging or avoiding the attack and was going to fight him head-on.

He had been hiding his true abilities since the start of the battle for control.

He not only wanted the Blackwood Staff, but also wanted to take this opportunity to kill Alibert and obtain the Thread of Fate.

If he reveals his strength from the beginning, even if he gets the blackwood staff, he will be surrounded and attacked.

Although his body was comparable to a main artifact and his power was enough to kill a Great Perfection cultivator, he was still no match for Linley in the Okaren plane, because Linley had a soul defense main artifact at that time, making him truly invincible among gods.

Jag's soul wasn't that strong; if he were surrounded by a group of Great Perfection cultivators using soul attacks, he still wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Moreover, if Alibert saw how strong he was, he would definitely try to escape by any means, or even go so far as to use the threads of fate to ask the main god to kill him.

Although the supreme god does not easily intervene in the battles between gods, if he could obtain a supreme divine token, many supreme gods would be willing to take action.

So he was waiting for the right opportunity, an opportunity to get the blackwood cane and quickly kill Alibert.

"Die!" A blinding glint flashed in Jag's eyes as his body, at the level of a main artifact, exploded with all its might, his punching speed instantly soaring.

Before Alibert could even throw his fist, Jaeger had already punched him in the face.

"How is this possible?" Alibert was startled by Jag's sudden outburst, but it was too late to react.

Jag's powerful force slammed into Alibert's face, and even through the material defense artifact, it still shattered Alibert's face.

"Bang!"

Alibert's head exploded like a watermelon, and two divine cores floated out.

A Great Perfection Supreme God who possessed three main divine artifacts has thus perished!

With one hand gripping the black wooden staff, Jag directly took away Alibert's spatial ring and the main artifact with the other, instantly binding them with his blood and completing the refining process.

With a single punch, he killed Alibert's perfect divine avatar and another divine avatar within him, leaving all of Alibert's belongings ownerless.

Those who achieve Great Perfection usually carry their own divine avatars, because for them, there is no safer place than their own body.

After all, before today, no one among the gods could kill a Great Perfection cultivator.

Even if you offend the main god, the main god cannot kill a Great Perfection cultivator from a distance.

Jaeger quickly scanned the things Alibert had left behind.

"Very good, let's use this soul defense artifact for now."

A black ring appeared on Jag's hand; it was Alibert's main artifact for soul defense.

Although it will be taken back by the main god afterward, it can be used to deal with the soul attacks of the Great Perfection beings in the meantime.

Alibert's spatial ring contained numerous treasures, including inkstones and the power of the main god, but most importantly, it contained a long string of golden threads.

"Threads of Fate!"

Jag was secretly pleased, but this was not the time to study this supreme divine artifact, so he put away Alibert's spatial ring.

"Jeg, what's wrong with you...?"

The other Great Perfection cultivators were still in shock, staring wide-eyed at Juggernaut, speechless.

What did they just see?

A Great Perfection expert, and one who possessed three main artifacts, was killed with a single punch!

"Jeg, you, you are the supreme god?" Clementine stammered.

Aside from this explanation, he couldn't understand what he had just witnessed.

Before today, there had been instances where a Great Perfection being was killed by a Main God, but there had never been a case where a Great Perfection being was killed by another Great Perfection.

Jage laughed: "Just because someone isn't a main god doesn't mean they can't kill a Great Perfection expert?"

"Could it be that you have made another breakthrough? Could it be that after we reach the Great Perfection, we can still break through again?" Clementine asked repeatedly.

Not only him, but the other Great Perfection cultivators and the main gods watching this scene in the spatial turbulence were also eager to know. Especially the Great Perfection cultivators, who saw that there was still a possibility of improvement for them, their hearts were immediately filled with excitement.

The supreme divine artifacts hold little appeal for those at the Great Perfection stage. Having reached Great Perfection, they have lost their motivation and no longer care much about even the main divine artifacts.

But the strength that Jag had just displayed gave them hope for improvement.

"I have indeed made a breakthrough," Jag said.

The eyes of the Great Perfection Mandarin lit up, and even Palhouse, who was somewhat disappointed at not getting the Blackwood Staff, became excited.

Jag continued, "My breakthrough is in my body. My body is comparable to a main artifact. Combined with the profound mysteries of the laws and the power of my will, I am naturally stronger than you."

"This, the body of the main artifact, is actually like this." Clementine and the other Great Perfection cultivators all understood.

"Jeg, are you a divine beast? Or do you have a way to increase your physical strength?" Magnus pressed.

The other Great Perfection experts also looked at Juggernaut with anticipation in their eyes.

As far as they knew, those whose bodies were comparable to the main divine artifacts were all powerful divine beasts, born with strong bodies, and most of them had become main gods.

Those who reach the Great Perfection are all ordinary races. They have long known that improving physical strength can enhance their power, but they have no way to do so.

Because they didn't know how to cultivate their bodies, and they had never heard of anyone possessing a body that could be transformed into a divine artifact through hard work.

To have a body comparable to a divine artifact is, in some ways, even more difficult than achieving the Great Perfection.

In the eyes of those who have reached the Great Perfection, becoming a Great Perfection mainly depends on one's own cultivation, while the body of the main artifact mainly depends on talent; if you are born with it, you are; if you are not born with it, you will not have it.

Throughout countless planes and countless years, fewer than ten people have reached the level of a main artifact, fewer than the number of those who have achieved the Great Perfection.

The Great Perfection cultivators had never heard that Jege was a divine beast, nor had they seen Jege use its innate supernatural powers. If Jege was not a divine beast, wouldn't that mean that Jege had a way to improve its body?

Thinking of this, the Great Perfection cultivators couldn't help but feel excited.

They are not afraid of the difficulty of cultivation; those who have reached the Great Perfection stage are very confident in their comprehension. What they fear is not even having a direction for cultivation.

Jag shook his head: "I am not of an ordinary race. The reason I am so strong is because I have some innate abilities that are not applicable to others."

Jag didn't explain much. Anyway, he wasn't the only one with the body of a main artifact. There were many strange species born in the world, so no one could refute what he said.

Upon hearing this, the Great Perfection cultivators were somewhat disappointed.

Jag possesses such a strong physique due to his innate abilities, which means they cannot simply replicate his cultivation methods.

In fact, they had more or less anticipated this. After all, relying on talent to cultivate a body to the level of a main artifact is the norm in countless planes. If a method were to appear that could cultivate a body to the level of a main artifact, that would be abnormal and would shake countless planes.

"Gentlemen, I've taken this black wooden cane. Do you still want to fight over it?" Jag raised the black wooden cane in his hand and said with a mocking smile.

"Compete with you? Are you courting death?" Clementine laughed. "Alibaba had three main artifacts, and you killed him. Most of us don't even have a single defensive main artifact. If we compete with you, won't we just get killed one by one?"

"Forget it, seeing your speed and attack power, Jag, I know I have no hope with this blackwood cane." Parhouse shook his head and sighed.

He also wanted to become a god, but the power that Jag showed completely overwhelmed him, so he gave up and stopped trying.

The other Great Perfection cultivators simply gave up without hesitation.

They were only sent by the Supreme God to seize the Blackwood Staff. If they were going to seize it, they would do their best. When they saw that there was no hope, they naturally gave up. They were not disappointed or discouraged. After all, the token of the Supreme God was of no use to those who had reached the Great Perfection.

"Jeg, you obtained the Blackwood Staff, you should be offering it to the Lord of Light, right?" Clementine transmitted his voice.

"Not bad," Jag said, as he intended to exchange his blackwood cane for the main godhood.

"The Lord of Light is in the spatial turbulence outside the Nolan Material Plane; he should contact you soon."

"Really?" Jag raised an eyebrow. He was genuinely unaware that Augusta had arrived outside the Nolan material plane.

Amidst the spatial turbulence, the various gods reacted differently upon seeing the black wooden staff fall into Jeg's hands: some were calm, some indifferent, some regretful, and some gloomy...

"I wonder what race this Jeg is. It's rare to see someone whose body can reach the level of a main artifact. And it's even rarer to have such a strong body and still be able to cultivate to the Great Perfection." The Sovereign of Life asked curiously.

"Such a talent is usually unique to certain races; it shouldn't have appeared before," Utrecht said.

During the battle in which Jag banished Alibert, the gods of Hell suspected that Jag was a special race. Therefore, they were not as shocked as the gods of other supreme planes and divine planes.

"Ouf, you have the deepest research on all races. Have you ever seen this race?" The Lord of Death looked at the Lord of Fate, Ouf.

Ouf smiled and shook his head: "Countless life forms exist in countless planes, and strange life forms can be born anytime, anywhere. Even I cannot fully understand them."

"Haha, if you want to know, just ask him. Anyway, he'll be a god soon."

Utrecht smiled and turned to Augusta: "Augusta, you wouldn't hold back the chief deity title, would you?"

"Of course I keep my word. As long as he gives me the blackwood staff, the Dark Godhead I obtained will be his!" Augusta was in a good mood and immediately released her divine sense to cover the location of Jeg.

(End of this chapter)