Martial Ascent to Divinity-Chapter 743 - 717: Conquest

Under the Frost Giant Tree.

Zhou Leng didn’t go directly to Mammoth Mountain, but instead pretended to cultivate under the tree, giving Huang a glance.

Huang understood, and started wandering around the ground, looking for the Golden Page.

Once Zhou Leng finished cultivating, he opened his eyes, and Huang shook his head but didn’t wag his tail.

He turned to look at the Golden Page under the tree and then at the first page.

The first page recorded the complete "Ten Reversed Beast Fist."

However, previously his skills in Divine Text were too poor to learn it directly and could only start learning from the second page with translations.

Now his skills in Divine Text have gradually improved, reaching the level of a 49th-grade student, and soon he could complete his final exam.

The first three Chapters of "Ten Reversed Beast Fist," Establishing Image, Flying Whale, and Subduing Snake, have been cultivated.

The fourth Chapter, "Inverted Ape Chapter," is a Martial Saint level cultivation technique and has not been cultivated.

Zhou Leng flipped himself over, supporting the ground with both hands, his body inverted, and began cultivating the Inverted Ape Chapter.

In his mind, the images of the Inverted Ape Chapter’s cultivation technique appeared, and the power ran through his body like a flowing river according to the method.

One cycle, two cycles, three cycles...

When the fourth cycle appeared, the power of the Establishing Image Chapter was added into it, clearly defined from the Inverted Ape Chapter, yet strengthening the body without interference.

The fifth cycle, the sixth cycle, the seventh cycle...

At the start of the eighth cycle, on the foundation of the Establishing Image Chapter and the Inverted Ape Chapter, the power of the Flying Whale Chapter was added.

At the start of the twelfth cycle, the Subduing Snake Chapter was added.

The four kinds of power flowed within his body, mostly like adjacent rivers, flowing separately but always forming many converging points.

In the instant all four blended, four moon-like stars appeared in an arc above Zhou Leng.

The cold moonlight descended from the sky, scattering white frost upon his body.

Within the stars, vague black silhouettes appeared, each representing a type of Stellar Ancient Beast.

"Ten Reversed Beast Fist" formally stepped into the starry sky level.

Strands of ancient beast aura more pure than that of fierce beasts emanated from within Zhou Leng.

Centered on Zhou Leng, within a radius of several dozen meters, numerous items floated in the air, slowly rotating.

Broken grass, stones, soil, backpacks, cultivation apparatus...

Even Huang widened his eyes, his body floating in the air like a carousel, circling Zhou Leng.

All things circled him.

In the farthest area, a dust ring composed of dust formed.

A miniature planetary ring was born.

The Starry Sky Body prototype activated.

The genuine star power within Zhou Leng began to integrate into his body in a brand new form.

Whereas before, much of the star power was wasted.

The thirteenth cycle, the fourteenth cycle...

Finally, Zhou Leng felt his body being squeezed to its limits by the four powers, his inverted hands starting to tremble slightly, so he stopped cultivating, returning to the ground.

His entire skin was slightly red, the muscles beneath slightly twitching.

His muscles were on the brink of breaking, seemingly a step away from collapse.

Even in a battle with a lower-rank Demon Demigod, his muscles had never reached such an extreme.

"A very powerful training method..."

Zhou Leng didn’t expect that, even with his own Martial Saint body, he could only withstand fourteen cycles, far short of the full thirty-six cycles.

Scanning his surroundings, everything was exactly the same as before the cultivation, even Huang’s position hadn’t changed.

Yet somehow, he felt the surrounding environment had changed.

"Let’s go, let’s rest at Mammoth Lake."

Zhou Leng realized his body couldn’t recover quickly, so he tossed two Dragon and Tiger Pills into his mouth and headed to Mammoth Lake.

Xiaoba was waiting there, smiling and coming forward. As he got closer, Xiaoba widened his eyes, continually sniffing with his nose, then jumping around excitedly.

He arrived at the Tree of Life.

The branches and roots grafted onto it from the mother tree had all integrated with the tree body.

This resulted in its astounding growth.

Originally the trunk’s diameter was only a dozen meters, but now it had expanded to a hundred meters, the size of a stadium.

Though still not matching the mother tree, it already surpassed any Tree of Life.

Next, as long as sufficient time and power are available, it could grow to become the new mother tree of the Fierce Beast World.

Zhou Leng gave it some more branches from the mother tree, receiving a large amount of highly concentrated Water of Life.

A human, a yellow dog, and a mammoth floated in Mammoth Lake, soaking in the lake water, drinking the Water of Life, enjoying a tranquil life.

After fully recovering, he returned to the Frost Giant Tree, looking at the Gate of Purgatory.

Now, Zhou Leng finally understood the power hierarchy of the Gate of Purgatory.

Genuine cosmic-level power.

Previously, he couldn’t quite grasp what level the Evil God’s Gaze at the tenth layer was, but now he was basically certain that it was at least the level of a True God’s cultivation.

Before this, he had completed the first layer, the Land of Blades, the second layer, Insect Beast Valley, and the third layer, Spring Hall... only about halfway through, yet to complete.

Having completed the fourth layer, the Red Lotus Fire Purgatory, he was now in the fifth layer, the Void Realm.

Merely seeing the name "Void Realm," Zhou Leng’s body and Martial Arts Will rose with a fear that was hard to imagine.

That pure void is a denial of everything about oneself, and that pain far surpasses any physical grind.

Life cannot survive in a state of void.

Merging into the void means absolute death.

Confronting the void requires unimaginably great power.

Before this, Zhou Leng had never undertaken a second attempt in the Void Realm because he could not find a way to confront it.

But after going through the Martial Saint Battle Path, he gradually understood many things.

Confronting the void has and only has one way.

Establish the existence of oneself, the true self.

The physical me, the conscious me, the spiritual me.

When the three become one, I exist.

Lacking any of them, one cannot confront the void.

Zhou Leng chose to enter the fifth layer of the Gate of Purgatory, the Void Realm.

Everything in memory was erased by the void.

Then, everything of oneself was erased by the void.

Yet a point of spiritual light, stands in the realm of nothingness.

That is the self Zhou Leng established after enduring the Martial Saint Battle Path, where body, consciousness, and soul unite as one.

That self flickers like a candle flame in the wind, swaying relentlessly.

The force of nothingness incessantly corrodes, negates, erases.

Unknown how long passed, the flame disintegrates.

Zhou Leng is cast out by the Gate of Purgatory, eyes open, devoid of any light.

As if dead.

After a long while, the light in the depths of his eyes slowly spreads.

"Hoo..."

Zhou Leng, like someone drowning, suddenly sits up, gasping for air.

Once again experiencing a prolonged death.

Unlike previous trials by the Gate of Purgatory, which were simply failures akin to making a mistake, wetting one’s pants, or stumbling.

In the realm of nothingness, it is experiencing death on a life level.

Zhou Leng even suspects, if not for the Elder Frost Giant Tree, he might have died within the Gate of Purgatory.

Next time there’s a chance, I’ll ask Crystal Sky Dust.

However, now, experiencing the realm of nothingness no longer evokes the same fear as the first time.

Because he felt the force of life.

Felt the presence of "self."

As long as the "hand" holds the "spear," the "I" exists.

The body is the spear, consciousness is the spear, soul is the spear, martial arts is the spear, all abilities are the spear, all definitions of self are the spear...

Zhou Leng stands, no longer disturbed by the realm of nothingness.

With "self," becoming "human," passing through the realm of nothingness is just a matter of time.

In the Will World, the Mountain of Will of the Third Realm shines brilliantly.

Returning to rest at Mammoth Lake, Zhou Leng, Xiaoba, and Huang arrive at Mammoth Mountain.

Feeling Zhou Leng’s demigod presence, the Mammoth Tribe and its vassal clans fall into a fervor.

They kneel on both sides, clearing a path, inviting Zhou Leng to sit at the main seat.

Zhou Leng, in the identity of the Eight-toothed Mammoth demigod leader, formally announces the journey of the Eight-toothed Mammoth Tribe toward the ancestral land, embarking on the path to the Starry Sky Altar.

The entire tribe erupts.

The whole clan begins final preparations.

The journey to the ancestral land is arduous and long.

Many clans fail midway, some repeatedly.

But, it is the fierce beasts’ mission.

That night, the ancestral land ritual begins.

The fierce beasts, keeping it simple, complete a ritual process that is exceptionally complex even for the Human Race.

With the ritual complete, the blood light pierces the sky.

Not long after, elsewhere, another fierce beast clan responds, also commencing the ancestral land ritual.

Between the two clans, only one will ultimately reach the ancestral land.

On the next morning, a team of innate Eight-toothed Mammoths, bearing a simple royal palace, marches forth.

The base of that royal palace is square, with a side length of about 80 meters, stacked with sturdy round logs.

Upon the logs stands a royal palace of roughly a thousand square meters.

Zhou Leng sits at the center of the palace, atop the throne, gazing into the distance.

Ahead, the elite of the Eight-toothed Mammoth tribe clears the path.

On both sides and behind, numerous clans form slightly disordered phalanxes.

Over a hundred thousand fierce beasts run slowly, advancing toward the ancestral land.

Among them, a phalanx composed of ten Demon Spirit carriages.

On the Demon Spirit carriages, snowflake emblems hang.

The Ice Snow Divine Sect’s Demon Spirit Masters dispatched a true Demon Spirit army to assist in battle.

Gazing at this army, Zhou Leng recalls the battle of ten thousand cores.

Soon, the Demon Alliance and the Humanoid Alliance will ignite a war that burns through the Ten Realms.

The army advances every hundred kilometers, and all fierce beasts collectively howl at the sky.

The roar of thousands pierces the heavens.

A thousand miles ahead, a thick black line moves.

Drawing closer, it transforms into a Ten Thousand Beasts Army composed of various clans.

The total nearing thirty thousand.

"Roar..."

The fierce beasts from both sides roar together, except for the demigod entourage team that Zhou Leng is in, the remaining army speeds up.

Both sides gradually approach until the forefront Eight-toothed Mammoth raises its trunk, roaring loudly.

Rumble...

Both sides speed up and charge.

Like two massive clouds colliding on the ground.

Soon, the clouds turn into two torrents, rampaging freely.

Zhou Leng sits quietly, gazing afar at the battlefield.

This is the fierce beasts’ barrier, and also their rite.

Thirty thousand fierce beasts are merely one of the ancestors’ inspectors.

These fierce beasts mostly comprise defeated clans who refused submission to the Mammoth Tribe.

They use their lives to uphold ancient customs, burning an indomitable spirit, honoring fallen kin.

But the Eight-toothed Mammoth Tribe is too strong.

Since obtaining the complete "Establishing Image Chapter," their bloodline seems summoned by the ancient, greatly enhancing the power.

The renewed Eight-toothed Mammoths, like ancient beasts, flood the enemy ranks, charge, collide, trample, slaughter...

In just ten minutes, the Mammoth Tribe with unparalleled vigor overruns the army of thirty thousand fierce beasts.

The mountains are wild with fleeing fierce beasts, the Mammoth Tribe unhurriedly pursues.

On the battlefield, various clans collect the fallen’s flesh and blood.