Chapter 180: Suppressing God

For Wang Ping after his metamorphosis, comprehending the twenty-four runes was no longer as difficult as before.

The whole process took him two days; the twenty-four runes were fully comprehended, and Wang Ping reached out, using his spiritual power to write them one by one in the void.

His eyes fixed tightly on the twenty-four runes; after a long while, he slowly said: "The runes are not complete enough! Could it be that each spiritual root contains an incomplete essence? Or is it merely because the current spiritual root grade is too low, only being upper-grade?"

"It should be that each spiritual root lacks completeness!" Wang Ping felt that this was the reason.

If so, simply cycle through the remaining four attribute spiritual roots and execute them once!

Saying it, doing it—thirty techniques, Wang Ping executed them in turn, and ultimately he discovered nine different runes in the remaining four spiritual roots.

After comprehending them, Wang Ping felt a stir; in his sea of consciousness he used his divine sense to condense the thirty-three runes one by one, and this time, without him arranging them, the thirty-three runes themselves formed a rune pattern.

In an instant, Wang Ping's sea of consciousness lit up, as bright as the high-hanging sun.

Wang Ping gazed at the pattern, sensing within it a mysterious, lofty, overbearing, and magnificent complex aura.

Before the change was over, at the moment the rune pattern formed, the rune on the Vajra Pestle also lit up together; the two shone off each other. The rune that Wang Ping had long studied without catching a hint of mystery now had its light patterns flow, and the Vajra Pestle actually took on a layer of crystalline flame!

The Spirit Gold Essence he had obtained on the ancient battlefield began to slowly refine in this light-flame!

Meanwhile, outside, the old man who had been enjoying the show was suddenly startled again by the Dao aura emanating from Wang Ping; looking at the cross-legged Wang Ping, he muttered:

"What has this brat done now? He's actually exuding a Heavenly Dao aura!"

As for the outside world's Dao, Wang Ping naturally didn't know; at this moment he was quietly observing that rune.

This rune pattern somewhat resembles the Spirit Realm's character for 'Suppressing', yet it is also somewhat different; the key is not this, but the Dao intent emanating from the pattern!

Clearly, one needs to comprehend over fifty runes to grasp such Dao intent, yet now only thirty-three runes can emit it—could this be the ultimate simplicity of the Great Dao?

Because he had already thoroughly researched it, as the runes formed these patterns, Wang Ping suddenly understood a Dao technique: Suppressing God!

This was somewhat beyond Wang Ping's expectation; he had merely been looking for a way to resist the rune pressure, yet he ended up obtaining a Dao technique: Suppressing God!

The Suppressing God secret technique formed from the thirty-three spiritual-root runes, Wang Ping muttered: "This counts as my own creation, right? From now on, this rune shall be called 'Suppressing'!"

Next he turned his gaze to the Vajra Pestle; the Vajra Pestle, changed by the 'Suppressing' character, ignited with light-flame, slowly refining the Spirit Gold Essence, but Wang Ping's attention was not there—it was on that heaven-bestowed rune.

Since the character 'Suppressing' is a Dao technique, then this rune should also be a Dao technique!

Wang Ping tried again, but still could not comprehend it, so he refocused his attention on the 'Suppressing' character's original pattern, wanting to see whether this diagram could resist the rune's pressure.

Re-entering the spiritual roots, Wang Ping first fully comprehended the previously studied fire-wood runes, finding no trace of resistance; his heart leapt with joy, and he began to comprehend the runes on the earth spiritual root!

After comprehending another fifty, he only faintly sensed a hint of resistance, but extremely slight; next, Wang Ping comprehended another fifty runes each on the metal and water spiritual roots.

By now he had comprehended two hundred eighty-eight runes, yet Wang Ping felt this still hadn't reached his limit.

He was about to continue his comprehension when the old man's voice suddenly came: "Kid, it seems your human race and that behind-the-scenes black hand are about to have a showdown!"

Wang Ping's eyes snapped open—finally, it was about to begin!

He rose and went to the water mirror; displayed thereon were Mu Ying and the cultivators he had seen that day, who had now retreated to the inheritance ground.

Opposite them was a black mass of at least five or six thousand! Meanwhile, Mu Ying and his group, after a rough count, numbered less than a thousand!

Wang Ping exclaimed in surprise: "How many cultivators did the behind-the-scenes black hand send this time?! They've driven Mu Ying and the others to this point!"

The old man chuckled hehe: "About ten thousand, I'd say! In the past nearly a month, your human race has cut down about four thousand of them, but those lower-realm cultivators have almost all been killed or wounded! Only those from your inheritance ground remain; among these cultivators, yours is the worst of your realm—not a single one killed, and they were almost completely wiped out!"

Wang Ping neither affirmed nor denied; he knew the strength of those black-clad cultivators—possessing such fine equipment, how could Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Spirit World, who rarely even have ten-pattern spirit treasures, be a match for them?

"I think your human race is in danger this time; you might even be annihilated!" the old man laughed.

Gazing at the black-clad cultivators five times the number of humans, Wang Ping suddenly wondered: "Why can the behind-the-scenes black hand send so many people in?"

He conveyed this doubt to the old man, who without hesitation said: "Surely they obtained a treasure related to the Land of Rebirth; such a treasure is said to be possessed only by the Spirit Realm's greatest clan, the Ancient God Clan! The other five major hegemon clans don't have it—if the Ancient God Clan found out, that would be a big deal! Anyway,"

Having said that, the old man suddenly turned to Wang Ping and said: "Kid, you wouldn't be thinking of going to help, would you? Let me remind you: at a low realm, even if you are invincible among your peers, it's useless—over there they have over five thousand Foundation Establishment cultivators; no matter how defiant you are, you can't kill them all!"

Wang Ping shook his head and said: "Junior would naturally not do such a foolish thing; Senior, do you know what this is?"

As he spoke, an ugly-looking ceramic box appeared in his hand from the ground.

The old man glanced at it; his previously indifferent eyes suddenly brightened, and with a flick of his sleeve, the ugly box shattered!

Wang Ping, as expected, felt dazed again; once he came to, his Dao spiritual power had been sealed once more!

"Hehe! What a huge piece of Spirit-Blocking Divine Iron! The Land of Rebirth hasn't seen such a large piece in ages, kid—your fortune is decent! A chunk this big would make even a Spirit Realm powerhouse salivate!" The old man was very interested in this black, lusterless metal, and highly approved of it!

Wang Ping asked: "Spirit-Blocking Divine Iron! It does seem similar in function, but why have I, as a junior, never heard of it?"

The old man said: "You naturally haven't heard of it; this Spirit-Blocking Divine Iron is extremely rare in the world, not even belonging to the lower realm—even the Spirit Realm only has tiny amounts, and the Land of Rebirth produces such a small piece only every 1.8 million years, but a piece this large—I've never seen one before. Sigh! If it weren't for seeing that you are the inheritor of the Undying Tree, I would have wanted to rob you!"

Wang Ping, having no time for nonsense, directly asked: "Senior, please tell me how to use this divine iron?"

The old man pursed his lips and said: "No use! No, wait—it's not that you can't use it; your current strength simply cannot refine this kind of divine iron."

Wang Ping was dumbfounded!

He turned his gaze to the mirror; deep down he actually wanted to go rescue, but without a treasure, alone he would be only slightly better than marching to his death!