Chapter 203: Faint Yet Visible

What made him even more alert was the primordial spirit about to slip into the cycle of reincarnation, and what kind of upheaval it would cause among the Human Race in the future.

After all, the Human Race was created by Nüwa herself, allowing the elder brother to be reborn and enjoy the Human Race's fortune; this game of chess had already been set before the Great Calamity.

The Human Race had no choice; the debt owed to Nüwa back then had to be repaid. Even if Nüwa cut off all ties, the Human Race would still have to bite the bullet and accept defeat.

But when it came to making Mi Xi the emperor of the Human Race, Zhou Yi couldn't help but murmur to himself, since Mi Xi's true nature is that of the Demon Race, and there is a blood feud of extermination between them and the Human Race.

Even if they must repay Nüwa's great kindness to the Human Race, Zhou Yi calculated that there would always be other ways; why must the Demon Race be elevated to the Human throne?

Those Saints only cared about snatching fortune, ignoring how uneasy ordinary members of the Human Race felt.

To Zhou Yi, this matter was no different from slapping the Human Race in public.

However, now is not the time to argue about it; Mi Xi's ascent will still require a thousand to eight hundred years of endurance, and Zhou Yi has already been scheming in secret.

Just as Nüwa withdrew here, Zhou Yi and Taiyi immediately turned against each other, their battle intent igniting like wildfire between them.

Zhou Yi suddenly surged, the exploding energy waves throughout his body shaking the Honghuang Tian Di itself.

He swung his fist, and the surrounding space was pressed into cracks: "No matter what demonic arts or celestial techniques you have, I'll smash them with one punch."

Taiyi stood rooted like a reef, and above his head the Chaos Bell hummed, shaking out dozens of layers of spacetime barriers.

Zhou Yi's punch, like a bulldozer, shattered those barriers, the fist wind wrapped in Chaos energy thrust straight at the bell's surface.

"Clang!" The Chaos Bell quivered violently, Taiyi, who was inside it, staggered back seven or eight steps before regaining his footing, and forced out, "Interesting, but you're still far from breaking my defense."

But looking at his tightly clenched cheekbones, it was clear he had taken a heavy hit.

Zhou Yi flicked his wrist: "Just created the Imperial Fist's three forms, three strikes of Heaven, Earth, and Man—Taiyi, want to try?"

These years he forged countless arts, crushing and recombining various supreme techniques, forcibly creating an unreasonably domineering fist style.

All the power of a Saint's body, the great emperor's cultivation, he refined into fuel, nurturing this ultimate skill that shatters all methods.

Now that this fist technique has reached its pinnacle, it's the perfect chance to test it on a Demon Race powerhouse.

From then on, this unprecedented martial art gradually took shape, a fist system tailor‑made for Zhou Yi, and under the heavens only he can fully unleash its true power.

This martial art, which Zhou Yi named "Imperial Fist," is still in its early stage, currently only having developed the basic three strikes of Heaven, Earth, and Man.

At this moment Taiyi sneered, activating the Chaos Bell; the bronze ancient bell, wrapped in chaotic temporal turbulence, roared, "Now let me see how big a splash an ant can make!"

Facing the world‑shattering assault, Zhou Yi calmly raised his hand, "The Heavenly Dao is supreme, governing all beings, Imperial Fist first form: Heavenly Punishment." Before the words finished, he leapt to the ninth heavens, appearing as the supreme deity wielding the Heavenly Dao.

At that moment, in Zhou Yi's eyes all things were equal; whether great powers or ordinary beings, all are components of the natural cycle in the eyes of the Heavenly Dao.

Life and death rotate, prosperity and decline alternate, and all things in the world cannot escape the judgment of the Heavenly Dao's will.

This "Heavenly Punishment" form is Zhou Yi's concrete interpretation of the Heavenly Dao's essence, its fist intent containing the world‑ending power of the Dao's wrath.

When the fist wind, wrapped in the law‑breaking force, collided with the Chaos Bell, spacetime fissures spread wildly around the impact point like a spider's web.

Clang!

The deafening bell toll rang across the universe; under the horrified gazes of all, the so‑called defensive treasure, the Chaos Bell, was violently blasted back, spinning and landing atop Taiyi's head.

The lingering destructive aura pierced the bell's defense, shaking the Demon Race powerhouse and making his form unstable.

"The Earth Way carries all, life and death turn, Imperial Fist second form: Transmigration." Before Taiyi could catch his breath, Zhou Yi's fist stance shifted again.

Sixfold faintly shimmering auras wrapped the fist blade, the esoteric aura unique to the reincarnation law instantly enveloped the battlefield.

As the core law that sustains the Earth's rotation, the Six Realms of Reincarnation are both the destination of all things and the starting point of rebirth.

Now interpreted by Zhou Yi's fist art, it displayed a source power purer than the underworld's, the true Earth Way.

When the Imperial Fist's second form unfolded, Zhou Yi's hand gathered the true intent of the Six Realms of Reincarnation. As the fist wind surged, the power of reincarnation surged like a torrent toward Taiyi, six‑colored halos colliding with the Chaos Bell with a boom.

Amid the deafening roar, the world‑shattering energy exploded, and the heavens and earth across billions of miles instantly turned into chaotic void.

Although Taiyi had the Chaos Bell above his head, he was still knocked back three steps, a crimson thread of blood seeping from his mouth corner; this Demon Race supreme, protected by a primordial treasure, was injured by a Human Race fist technique.

The Chaos Bell, touted as "when atop the head, no law can invade," ultimately could not fully withstand Zhou Yi's assault.

When the third form, "Unyielding," burst through the void, the entire battlefield suddenly fell into a strange silence.

Zhou Yi raised his head and chest, delivering this heavy punch; it seemed unremarkable yet contained the will to shake heaven and earth.

This form, centered on the Human Way, surprisingly surpassed the previous two forms' Heavenly Dao and Earth Way might.

On the Vast Wilderness World, how can the Human Race survive and thrive amid encircling powers?

Within Zhou Yi's fist wind swirled the answers, countless phantoms rose in the energy torrent—ancestors used as chess pieces by Saints, warriors struggling in the Demon‑Wizard war, ten‑thousands of defiant cries converging into a will that shakes Mount Buzhou.

The Chaos Bell emitted an unprecedented wail, and Taiyi's pupils constricted dramatically.

He clearly saw that fist intent piercing spacetime, the silhouettes of Human Race rebels throughout the ages flickering within.

Even the towering Mount Buzhou trembled thunderously, uncertain whether it sensed Pangu's lingering will or was shaken by the Human Race's awakened power.

"This is impossible!" Taiyi let out a low growl, his fingertips trembling uncontrollably. For the first time since his birth, a chill of fear crept up the Demon Race emperor's spine.

Where Zhou Yi's fist wind pointed, it was clearly rewriting the rules of the Vast Wilderness World; when the humble Human Race straightened its spine, the so‑called Mandate of Heaven began to waver.

The fist wind Zhou Yi unleashed contained not mere brute force; what truly made Taiyi shudder was the stubborn conviction that pierced spacetime.

This spiritual impact caused the Demon Race supreme, who commands the race, to experience unprecedented panic.

"Absurd! How could a mere Human Race wield such power!"

Amid Taiyi's roar, he summoned the Chaos Bell, this primordial treasure bearing world‑shattering power, slamming down headfirst.

He had never imagined he would fear a creature as small as an ant; this shame must be washed away with the opponent's life.

At this moment the Demon Race supreme had long abandoned the war of liches and demons, pouring all his demonic power into the Chaos Bell. Amid the deafening boom, the entire Vast Wilderness World quaked, and even the Saints seated in the thirty‑three heavens cast astonished gazes.

Clang!

The lingering sound of the Chaos Bell echoed through heaven and earth, but the roar gradually faded.

In stark contrast, the resolve of resistance on the battlefield grew ever clearer, burning each witness's soul like an unquenchable flame.