Chapter 193

Tie Zhan couldn't help but be shocked; grasping Dao intent he could still accept, though the lower realm's resources are barren, yet every thousand years or so a genius always appears who can grasp Dao intent.

But the Initiate Dao Realm of Dao arts is different; it is a realm attained by grasping Dao arts to a certain level, and even many Golden Core True Persons spend their whole lives unable to grasp this realm!

"This brat!"

Tie Zhan's eyes lit up, and he excitedly said, "I've decided to take this disciple!"

Outside! At the moment many Foundation Establishment cultivators were lost in thought, a Golden Core cultivator flew out, his eyes flashing with shock, and he blurted out:

"The Dao art of the Initiate Dao Realm!"

Those who didn't understand remained bewildered, but those who did all became shocked!

In the high sky, on the spirit vessel of the Great Grassland, three young people stood at the rail, able to see everything below clearly.

Just as that Golden Core cultivator shouted, the three young people also showed shocked expressions; the leading woman turned and asked, "National Teacher! Is that truly the Dao art of the Initiate Dao Realm?"

Behind these three people was an elderly cultivator quietly brewing tea; he was precisely the National Teacher of the Great Grassland, Dao Yi, a Nascent Soul Great Completion cultivator, greatly respected in the Great Grassland.

Hearing the princess's question, he calmly said, "Not bad, it is indeed the Dao art of the Initiate Dao Realm! Rou Nu, you three are no match for it!"

The woman called Rou Nu, unconvinced, said, "National Teacher, we haven't competed, so how do you know we aren't a match? I want to see if his Dao art is the same as a Golden Core True Person's, making one despair!"

Having said that, she shot downward! At the same time, several figures flew out from the other four spirit vessels, and the same happened on those small spirit vessels.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Twelve Foundation Establishment Great Completion genius cultivators fell from the high sky, distributed in all directions, forming a circle.

Dao Yi at this moment walked to the ship's rail, first glanced toward Longevity Peak, sighed in his heart, not expecting that madman to also have come; otherwise he would have directly acted to capture Wang Ping and take him to the Great Grassland, for which even starting a war would be no hesitation.

In the cave dwelling on Longevity Peak, Tie Zhan's mouth curled into a cold smile; fortunately he had come, otherwise this disciple of his would likely have been captured!

"No, I must watch closely; in case some shameless oldster suddenly makes a move, I here might not be able to provide timely aid."

The more Tie Zhan thought, the more he felt this possibility; his form flickered, and he had already vanished from the cave dwelling to arrive at the mountain peak where Wang Ping was.

On the high-altitude spirit vessel, Dao Yi gave a faint smile; this Tie Zhan truly cares about his disciple!

Below, Wang Ping slightly raised his head, gazing at the five figures in the high sky ahead, feeling extremely displeased; you lot may watch from above, but now you dare to look down on me from the high sky?

Wang Ping narrowed his eyes slightly and said to those twelve lightly, "Finally you've come down! I'll give you a chance—come all at once! Perhaps then there might be a sliver of a chance to defeat me!"

Heaven knows how treacherous Wang Ping's words are; even without a gravity field, if he just sits here letting them attack, not a single hair of his will be harmed!

Perhaps they think they can defeat an early Golden Core and thus believe they have a chance against me, but they don't know that Golden Cores differ; can a Spirit Realm Golden Core be the same as a Lower Realm Golden Core?

Zhao Wuji, Xiao Potian, Yue Wuxue, Rou Nu, and the young cultivators from Meteor Sea and Ten Thousand Great Mountains all furrowed their brows.

How arrogant!

Even if you have learned Dao arts and grasped the Initiate Dao Realm, each of them possesses a natal magic treasure capable of unleashing Dao arts.

Each of them has the strength to fight! Where does he get his nerve?

Finally Zhao Wují stepped forward with his own stride; a flash of green light appeared on his body, and a suit of green armor materialized on him, while at the same time a scroll slowly unfurled above his head.

A well-informed Foundation Establishment cultivator exclaimed in surprise: "It's the Zhao clan's Spirit‑Illustration Scroll of the Great Zhou Dynasty!"

"That is the young lord of the Zhao clan of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Zhao Wují!"

Atop the peak, as Zhao Wují's Spirit‑Illustration Scroll slowly unfurled above his head, his aura reached its zenith!

Zhao Wují's eyes were filled with green light, his hair had turned green, and an aura far surpassing that of a peak Foundation Establishment cultivator burst forth from him.

A Golden Core true person hidden among the Foundation Establishment cultivators slightly changed expression; this aura was already enough to match them in battle.

The aura suddenly erupting from Zhao Wují shocked everyone; even his companions Yue Wúxue and Xiao Potian felt a tremor, no wonder he had the confidence to vie for first place!

Zhao Wují, whose aura had risen to its peak, spoke coldly, his words echoing between heaven and earth:

"Wang Ping, even if your Dao has reached the Initiate Dao realm, today I, Zhao Wují, will make you understand that Initiate Dao is not necessarily invincible! Kill!"

As the word 'Kill' was shouted, a killing intent as dense as stone burst forth from Zhao Wují's body.

The sky suddenly darkened; all cultivators looked up in unison, and for a moment every cultivator was struck speechless.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Hundreds of zhang‑long, sharp ancient trees sliced through the air, swooping down from high above; viewed from a higher vantage, it seemed as if a forest were falling, the leafy tips of those giant trees a vivid jade‑green, hundreds of them linked together.

A cultivator exclaimed in astonishment: "Boundless falling trees, rustling down!"

Wang Ping's eyes showed surprise; the Qingdi Changsheng Gong contains a technique similar to this, but nothing as astonishing as the Dao art before him.

Soon the hundreds of giant trees entered Wang Ping's two‑hundred‑zhang radius; all cultivators focused their gaze on Wang Ping, watching how he would deal with the situation.

Only Nascent Soul cultivators and Golden Core true persons whose Dao had reached the Initiate Dao realm remained expressionless; they deeply knew how terrifying Initiate Dao realm techniques could be.

Wang Ping lifted his gaze at the dense thicket of trees, raised a finger and pointed lightly forward; the original two‑hundred‑zhang gravity field suddenly expanded to two‑hundred‑ten zhang, and the gravity itself doubled.

Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! Creak! …

In the stunned silence of everyone, those giant trees seemed to suffer a severe tearing; in the span of a single breath, all the trees were ripped into fragments.

Though it looked terrifying, in fact Wang Ping was merely applying forces in different directions to those trees within the gravity field! The gravity arts studied for years in the Nangong sect had long been more than just simple gravity.

Yet to all the cultivators, it appeared as if Wang Ping simply pointed his hand, and those giant trees exploded into fragments, then turned into chaotic streams of spiritual energy scattering in all directions.

Having shattered Zhao Wují's attack, Wang Ping soared straight up into the high sky, gazing at Zhao Wují's pale, disbelieving face, and said calmly:

"Since you won't back down, I'll take the initiative and attack!"

Yue Wúxue and the others' faces changed drastically, and they each produced their own natal magic treasures.

Seeing this, Wang Ping shook his head and said:

"Before me, you don't even get a chance to act!"

Hardly had the words left his mouth when the two‑hundred‑ten‑zhang radius gravity field unfolded and expanded!

Indeed, just as Wang Ping had said, even though those twelve held ten‑pattern natal magic treasures, they had no chance to strike!

Everyone fell like dumplings being dropped, rapidly smashing downward!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! …

A series of twelve sounds rang out, and once again twelve human‑shaped pits appeared on the mountaintop!

The many cultivators watching this scene didn't say a word for a full fifteen minutes!

After a long while, a cultivator murmured: "Has the First Day Pride already ended?"

Another cultivator similarly murmured in reply: "Perhaps!"

All the Foundation Establishment cultivators who witnessed this scene, at this moment, felt admiration; it turns out Foundation Establishment cultivators can be this strong!