The Legend of Futian

When Yu Sheng had first entered the state of demonization, he had not been able to control the incredibly powerful demonic will, and would thus become extremely violent. But as he grew stronger, his control over his power grew greater as well, and things became different than before. After all, he had reached the peak of the Saint level.

Black demonic light filled the underground palace, and the sounds of demonic will seemed to curl through the air. Countless demonic phantoms appeared, looking to Yu Sheng as their master.

At the same time, demonic armor spread out over his body. It seemed to have been forged out of dragon scales. A terrible, black demon dragon wrapped around him as if it were a demon child that he was raising.

The dragon was terrifying in the extreme. When it looked at Dou Zhao, he could feel an incredible sense of danger. The dragon's eyes seemed to have life in them. This was the creation of an incredibly powerful demon.

This was what the demon dragon had given to Yu Sheng. He could clearly remember that before he left, the demon dragon had pulled out his own dragon spirit, causing him unthinkable pain, and then given the power to him. This had made the dragon extremely weak. Yu Sheng did not know why he had done this. Wouldn't it have been enough for him to just train him in his cultivation?

He could kind of sense that the dragon had some sort of feeling towards him. He probably knew him, or at least knew his master, and thus had a special understanding of him. This must have been why he had done this.

He sometimes thought of what his father had said to him when he was young. He had naturally known that Ye Futian was extraordinary, and he had said that he was born to walk the path of the emperor. And Yu Sheng would help him by smoothing out all the obstacles on this road. This was what he believed.

As for what he himself was, he did not want to think about that too much.

He strode forward, and demonic power surged through the underground palace. Thousands of demons screamed, their Qi flowing out in mighty rivers. The area transformed into a demon realm, burying all the power within and blocking the Slaughtering Gods.

In the same instant that Dou Zhao saw Yu Sheng move, he moved as well. In his Fighting God form, he could feel an incredible amount of pressure. He stepped forward, and his eyes became divine, shooting out beams of willpower. The fighting will transformed into divine light that shone throughout the underground palace. It seemed like it would dispel the demonic power. The seven marks of the Fighting God on his brow cast dazzling light, making his power reach an even higher level.

He struck out with a fist full of the fist will of a Fighting God.

At that moment, two massive figures appeared in the hundred-foot-tall hall. One was a Fighting God, and the other was a Demon God. They completely occupied the whole underground palace. They clashed immediately, their unbreakable fists slamming into each other.

Boom!

The very air itself shook, and violent winds swept out. The observers activated their defenses, but they were still knocked back by the wind. Many of them had to take many steps backward and lost their footing, but their eyes were still fixed firmly on the battlefield.

What level of fighting was this?

In the first battle since coming to the God's Relic, they had encountered such fierce resistance. Cultivators who were new to the Renhuang level would not even have been this powerful.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Beams of divine light pierced through the Fighting God's body, and it seemed like they would break him apart. A clap of thunder rang out as the Fighting God's body collapsed. Dao Zhao was sent flying, and he slammed into a wall. His Fighting God form disappeared, and he returned to his original size. The seals of the Fighting God on his forehead went dark as well.

"Cough, cough..."

He gave a light cough, and streams of blood flowed from his mouth. Dou Zhao looked at Yu Sheng, then wiped the blood away. He smiled and said, "I thought that in all the Three Thousand Realms of the Great Path, there was no one below the Renhuang level who would be able to hurt me once I had activated the seventh seal, though it is not unmatched in terms of power. I would never have thought that I would lose to you in our first real battle. But sure enough, you cannot underestimate the warriors of the Nine Supreme Realms. I would probably have needed to activate the eighth seal to fight you."

"You are already very strong," said Yu Sheng. In reality, he did not need to be modest. He had met few people who could challenge him at that level; probably, the man beside him was the only other one. But they were not going to fight anymore, so practically speaking, Dou Zhao was the only one.

Thus, he was obviously very strong.

Dou Zhao could tell that Yu Sheng really meant this, but for some reason, it still felt like mockery. If Dou Zhao, who had lost to him, was still very strong, did that mean he was praising himself as being even stronger?

But, in the end, he had lost, and there was no use thinking about any of that.

"Although this fighting will is naturally suited to me, I have lost, and so I give it to you. I am sure that Seventh Slayer will have no objections either," said Dou Zhao. Since he had lost, Seventh Slayer had no hope of victory. He was quite confident about that. It was not possible that there were multiple people here who were stronger than him.

Seventh Slayer indeed had no objections and did not think about using the seventh spear art. Dou Zhao had been defeated in this way, and so it would be futile to fight anymore. The cost would be too high.

Dou Zhao would probably have to rest for a while after this battle, which would delay his training.

"Let's go." Seventh Slayer turned very abruptly and left without the least bit of nostalgia. They had originally come here to seize the fighting will from the School of the Emperor Star, but since they couldn't get it, they had no reason to stay. There was no need to waste time here.

Soon, all of the people from the Clan of the Seven Slayers had left the underground palace.

"Yu Sheng, go and try it out," said Ye Futian. If the fighting will was suited to Yu Sheng's natural power and the power of the dragon, how much stronger would he get?

But Yu Sheng shook his head and said, "I am not skilled in that sort of thing. I am not the one who should take it. You go."

His impression was that there was nothing that Ye Futian could not take if he would just reach out for it.

He was fine with being called the killer of the God's Relic, and Ye Futian had some abilities that were not suitable to be used here. They might face Renhuangs later, and thus it would be more suitable for Ye Futian to inherit the fighting will.

Ye Futian did not argue any further. He looked at Dou Zhao, and a piece of fruit of the way filled with life will appeared in his hand. He gave it to Dou Zhao.

Dou Zhao looked at the piece of fruit in shock. He looked back to Ye Futian.

You are very powerful, so I'd like to be friends. If you run into any problems in the God's Relic, we can work together. This fruit of the way will help you heal quickly," said Ye Futian.

Dou Zhao was silent for a while after Ye Futian said this. But he was a clever man, so he smiled and said, "I am Dou Zhao of the Dou tribe."

On saying this, he took the fruit and took a bite. These two men who had just come were truly marvelous.

"We are Ye Futian and Yu Sheng," said Ye Futian. "I wish to take the God's Relic for myself, so I may need you to leave."

"Fine," said Dou Zhao with a nod. He did not say any more. He rose, then led the rest of the members of the Dou tribe out.

Yu Sheng looked at Ye Futian speechlessly. He was so generous, and yet he himself had none of the fruit.

He did not think this because he was bitter at Ye Futian. It was just that Dou Zhao had not needed it.

He must have given it to him because Dou Zhao was straightforward. The tricks that people used in battle often reflected their personalities. Moreover, Dou Zhao was truly powerful. Of the three people they just fought, when Dou Zhao unleashed the seventh seal of the Fighting God, he was the most powerful.

If they continued on in this conflict between the Nine Supreme Realms, they were sure to face many more cultivators from top forces. Moreover, they still had many enemies fro before. There were several powerful forces in the Heavenly Mandate Realm, the Golden Divine Nation in the Higher Heavens Realm, and now the Shen clan was their enemy as well. They did not know what the future would hold. If they could make friends with the heirs of some other powerful forces, it would certainly not be a bad thing.

Who said that everyone they met in the God's Relic had to become their enemy? If they hadn't fought, they never would have met.

Fighting was a way to make friends, as was shown by Dou Zhao and Yu Sheng's fight.

After the people from the Dou tribe had left, Yu Sheng and Ye Futian were the only ones left in the underground palace.

Ye Futian walked towards the end of the hall, where the fighting will formed an insubstantial light curtain. As he drew near, he could feel a powerful pressure. He had to work hard to make each step forward.

Boom! He was sent flying backward as the fighting will entered into his body.

This fighting will that had remained here coalesced for thousands of years was incredibly strong.

Leaves and branches spread through Ye Futian's body.

"I will go outside and guard the door." Yu Sheng turned and left the palace. Ye Futian's life spirit was blooming, and his dazzling divine tree covered his body, stretching out through the palace. It even covered the area before him where the fighting will was.

The tree swayed, and golden light bloomed from within it. An imperial seal appeared on the tree. As the fighting will was drawn into it, it covered Ye Futian as well.

As the leaves and branches touched it, the fighting will was gradually absorbed by the World Tree.

The Deed of Thorough Comprehension activated, and Ye Futian's body became a furnace of the Great Path, making the world tree absorb the fighting will even faster. It spread out even closer to the origin of the fighting will as it sucked it up.

Ye Futian strode forward towards the throne, covered by the divine tree. He looked at the incomparably frightening spear and the image that looked as divine as a god. The fighting will that had not dissipated had formed the image of an ancient divine general that had remained to this day.

The tree's leaves and branches covered the spear as well. When he felt the powerful fighting will within, Ye Futian slowly reached out and grasped it. Suddenly, it surged into him. His body lit up with incomparably terrifying divine light, making him look like an Emperor in a world of mortals. As he swallowed up and refined the fighting will, it became stronger and stronger. It seemed like his whole body was on fire.

Outside the palace, Dou Zhao sat there recovering. Yu Sheng walked out of the gate.

"Why are you coming out?" Dou Zhao asked him.

"He is inheriting the fighting will," answered Yu Sheng.

Dou Zhao did not say anything, but he was thinking: if Yu Sheng is so good at fighting, why should he not be the one to inherit the fighting will?

But he was not going to ask that.

Before long, a figure emerged from the underground palace. Dou Zhao looked up at Ye Futian and asked, "Why are you coming out?"

"I'm all finished," said Ye Futian.

What?

Dou Zhao stared at Ye Futian. Who was he trying to fool?

"The spear is not bad." Ye Futian reached out a hand. Light flashed, and a spear appeared there, radiant and brilliant. Fighting will was pouring out of it.

"...."

Dou Zhao felt like his mind was in turmoil!