The Legend of Futian

Ye Futian shoved past a lot of people, yet none of them could stop him. Every person who attempted to block Ye Futian was at least a seventh-order Renhuang. People who hadn’t reached the high-level Renhuang Plane; they didn’t even have a chance to make a move.

Almost everyone from the ancient royal family was nearby, watching how Ye Futian was marching into the palace as if there were no resistance at all.

It seemed that seventh-order Renhuangs weren’t capable enough to thwart him.

Ye Futian rushed through another area and slowed down his pace as he sensed a ton of formidable energy pressing on him from ahead. Several eighth-order Renhuangs were standing in front of him, blocking his path.

They also noticed that Ye Futian was approaching. One of them rose in midair, towering over Ye Futian. In an instant, the sky changed color as thunder rumbled in the dark, rolling clouds. The world was transformed in a flash. Ye Futian felt like he was in the Great Path Domain of Thunder.

The deafening booms that came from the gigantic thunder drum above the man’s head drowned out all other sounds. The terrifying thunder could shatter people’s spiritual souls.

Ye Futian raised his head and took a quick look. It was a quite unusual Divine Wheel of the Great Path that contained two types of power of the Great Path—the Great Path of Thunder and the Sonic Wave. It was why it could launch an effective attack on its opponent’s physical body and the spiritual soul at the same time.

Instead of personally charging at Ye Futian, the eighth-order Renhuang waved his hand at the thunder drum.

Bang… The sudden blare almost split everyone’s ears. Countless people from the ancient royal family could feel their spiritual souls trembling and their Qi and blood surging in their bodies. Even cultivators at the Renhuang Plane were greatly affected by the shock wave. One could well imagine how horrifying it must be to be directly struck at the center of the storm.

Ye Futian felt that infinite Divine Thunder crashed down upon him from above, and the blinding light flew at his spiritual soul like blazes. He would be slaughtered immediately if he were a little less strong.

The invisible Sonic Wave spread out from Ye Futian’s body. A faint shadow of an ancient Buddha with a ferocious face manifested himself behind Ye Futian. The gilded Buddha cast the golden divine light on Ye Futian as though he dressed him with a set of invincible golden armor.

Bang!

The blinding light of the thunder crashed down from the sky. It cracked the golden armor and penetrated Ye Futian’s body. Glowing with the purple light of the thunder, Ye Futian trembled slightly as he was engulfed by the thunder light.

Nevertheless, he remained unscathed even as he was irradiated by the terrifying and ruinous thunder light. He emitted powerful energy of life, which made his Body of Way indestructible.

“Em?” The eighth-order Renhuang frowned in surprise. Ye Futian was trying to bear the attack with his body?

Moreover, the thunder light only jolted Ye Futian a little and didn’t injure him at all. In the eighth-order Renhuang’s eyes, Ye Futian was so arrogant that he didn’t take the attack seriously at all.

The Renhuang raised his hand and released numerous shadows that smashed into the battle drum of the Great Path. The battle drum started to pound right away, and the horrifying sound wave of the Great Path swept across the world as if the earth was about to crack open. Even the cultivators outside of the palace felt the Qi and blood surging and rolling in their bodies. Some groaned in agony, and some were bleeding from their mouths.

The people inside the palace were not seriously affected as they were protected by the divine light of the Great Path. But other Renhuangs who were not under the protection suffered the pain and discomfort as well.

On the other side, Ye Futian looked like he was about to be devoured by the destructive thunder light. Many Renhuangs were on pins and needles. Would Ye Futian be killed by the ancient royal family if he wasn’t strong enough?

The ancient royal family would never show any mercy on Ye Futian. It was impossible to control the attack so precisely anyway.

The blazing divine light of thunder fell from the sky. Countless pairs of eyes were glued to Ye Futian. Bathing in the dazzling, golden divine light, Ye Futian stood upright and firmly on his feet. His Divine Body of the Great Path was unbreakable.

A scary starry dimension formed around Ye Futian’s body. Then it was transformed into a Great Path domain which blocked the devastating attack.

“Even this won’t do.” A look of frustration furrowed the eighth-order Renhuang’s brow. Could a fifth-order cultivator with a perfect Great Path really possess such strong power?

“Why don’t you take a hit from me too?” Ye Futian said. Before his voice faded, a majestic and towering Vajra Buddha took shape and emitted the brilliant Light of Buddha. The Buddhist voice reverberated in the air and developed an invisible sound wave in the space. It was the Vajra Demon-slaying Rhythm.

Almost instantly, the powerful eighth-order Renhuang felt dizzy and listless. He outstretched his arm, trying to wave at the War Drum of Lightning again. However, Ye Futian threw a hard punch at him. Innumerable Divine Monuments smashed down from the sky and squashed everything in the area.

At this moment, Ye Futian seemed extra sturdy and imposing in the eighth-order Renhuang’s eyes. Fierce and relentless, his strike was developed based on his comprehension and cultivation of the Gate to World Suppression.

The eighth-order Renhuang let out an angry roar. He raised his hand to continue to beat the War Drum of Lightning, impelling the spine-chilling thunder light to dash against the Divine Monuments.

Nonetheless, an ancient sky tablet that was engraved with words appeared and plummeted from the sky. The eighth-order Renhuang was caught in a crossfire.

Bang!

With a loud noise, a crack appeared on the battle drum. The eighth-order Renhuang was flung away. He vomited a pool of blood, his face ghastly pale.

The eighth-order Renhuang was vanquished.

Bang. Ye Futian kept marching forward like a conquering hero. The void trembled beneath his feet. Several eighth-order Renhuangs joined hands and summoned a stunning amount of power of the Great Path. They were ready to attack Ye Futian at the same time.

“Eighth-order Renhuangs can’t harm me even when working together,” said Ye Futian. Instantaneously, the incoming assailants were encased in Ye Futian’s Great Path domain. The Light of Buddha, the Buddhist Voice, and the Divine Monument of World Suppression bombarded the Renhuangs trapped in the starry dimension. It was a horrific sight.

Ye Futian didn’t consider eighth-order Renhuangs worthy of his attention.

Just when one of the cultivators was about to fight back, Ye Futian kicked it up a notch. A brilliant and magnificent pattern became visible in the starry dimension, and a majestic Golden-Winged Giant Peng Bird emerged in the sky. The bird was slaughtering various big demon beasts as though it was the king of beasts.

The extraordinary phenomenon looked remarkably real. Even Old Ma was staggered by the scene unfolding before his eyes.

Everyone in the village knew that Ye Futian could comprehend the Divine Techniques and even cultivate them. Yet, no one realized that he had already achieved so much and could successfully conjure up the extraordinary phenomenon. The Divine Techniques were the villagers’ unique heritage. How did Ye Futian master the techniques as an outsider?

Anyway, Ye Futian managed to do it. He charged at one of the cultivators like the Golden Wing Roc Emperor, who could put any monster to death.

Ye Futian’s target was busy blocking the attack from the Divine Monument. He was barely holding up against the Divine Monument when Ye Futian rushed toward him as the Golden-Winged Giant Peng Bird. A glint of golden light flashed briefly, and blood sprayed across the sky. Another eighth-order Renhuang was hurled away.

“He is so powerful. He can defeat an eighth-order Renhuang with one strike.” The onlookers were dumbfounded. The terrifying Golden-Winged Giant Peng Bird soared in the sky and pounced on their enemies. All the eighth-order Renhuangs were brought to their knees in the blink of an eye. No one could block Ye Futian’s path.

The eighth-order Renhuangs suffered the same fate as the seventh-order ones. They were not good enough to stop Ye Futian.

“It would be a tremendous feat even if his quest ended here,” someone far away from the palace commented. Ye Futian had demonstrated superb strength and talents. No wonder he could become a well-known spokesperson of Four Corner Village in the Donghua Domain despite being an outsider.

Even Duan Yi and Duan Shang, who were under Old Ma’s control, were amazed by Ye Futian’s performance so far. They never expected this Alchemy Grandmaster to have such extraordinary fighting ability. Even eighth-order Renhuangs couldn’t stop him from advancing.

There were always people better than you, no matter how good you might think you were. Duan Yi’s foolish plot against Ye Futian only backfired on himself.

While Ye Futian was striding forward, Duan Tianxiong spoke up, “Everyone below the ninth-order should stay back.”

Many Renhuangs who attempted to thwart Ye Futian immediately drew back and left the battlefield. They were not capable enough to join the fight and could only watch from the sidelines.

A ninth-order Renhuang showed up in front of Ye Futian.

He stood firm like an insurmountable mountain that was blocking Ye Futian’s way.

Ye Futian also stopped and gazed at the middle-aged man in front of him. The man with indomitable spirit put up a stout defense with his presence. Ye Futian’s face grew somber.

After all, Ye Futian was only a fifth-order Renhuang. His cultivation level was significantly lower than his opponent’s. Even though he had activated the emperor’s will to kill someone of the ninth-order in the past, he was well aware that a ninth-order Renhuang would be a formidable enemy.