Chapter 6: No One Can Defeat

Not only that, the Human Race's qi luck also seized the opportunity to strike back, soaring straight up beyond the nine heavens.

The sky emitted a faint, dissatisfied hum.

Taishang hurriedly asked with concern, "Junior sister, are you all right?"

Nüwa gently shook her head.

"Taishang, if you do not scheme for the Human Race, how can you bear the title of the Ren Sect's sect master? From now on, the Human Race will no longer revere the Ren Sect!" Zhou Yi's voice rang through the clouds.

As soon as those words were spoken, the colors of heaven and earth shifted. Taishang was startled to discover that the Human Race's qi luck within his body began to waver, slowly flowing toward Zhou Yi. His complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.

"What virtue or ability do you have to dare abolish my Ren Sect? I am the Ren Sect's sect master, guiding the Human Race; how could I allow you, a child, to act recklessly!" In his fury, Taishang lost composure, the Bagua Diagram materialized, wielding the power of heaven and earth, pressing down on Zhou Yi.

Where the Bagua Diagram passed, space collapsed and elements raged. Witnessing the scene, the great beings shook their heads and sighed, "This Human Race may not escape disaster."

The power of the Taiji Diagram exceeded imagination, more terrifying than the Purple Sky Divine Thunder. Zhou Yi was trapped within it, the surrounding space like a quagmire, tightly ensnaring him. Though the Human Race's qi luck fought fiercely, under the Taiji Diagram's pressure it began to wane, its light dimming.

"The overall situation is settled," someone whispered.

Everyone present understood in their hearts that this time Zhou Yi would likely not escape death, and that it would be a soul‑scattering demise.

Yet at that moment, while Taishang was chatting with Nüwa, convinced that everything was decided, no one noticed that Zhou Yi's gaze remained calm and resolute. A slight smile curled his lips, as if he had long seen it all.

"Junior sister, the innate Human Race will eventually heed us," Taishang said casually, as if victory were within sight.

Nüwa nodded, but her eyes held some complexity; Zhou Yi indeed made the Saint's face untenable. Yet at that moment, she chose silence.

Yet no one anticipated that at the storm's core, the true turning point had only just begun…

Tongtian suddenly shouted, "Look carefully before you rejoice; you're celebrating far too quickly!"

Nüwa and Taishang's smiles instantly froze, as if they were immobilized.

Taishang snapped back to his senses, horrified to find his connection with the Ren Sect rapidly vanishing. He hurriedly turned his head, eyes wide, and saw Zhou Yi still standing there, perfectly intact.

"How… could this be possible?" Taishang's voice went hoarse, his face full of disbelief.

"Didn't expect that, did you? You can't get the better of me!" Zhou Yi roared.

As the Taiji Diagram pressed down, a strangely colored lotus suddenly exploded, flames surging outward like tides, as if to incinerate everything around.

The Human Race's qi luck, as if ignited, poured wildly into the lotus, magnifying its power severalfold. With the aid of these two forces, the lotus clashed with the Taiji Diagram evenly, and they vanished together.

Zhou Yi grinned, eyes fixed on the sky, "Human Race qi luck, gather for me!"

His voice echoed across the Honghuang earth, reaching everywhere.

Thousands of miles away, in a cavern, Suiren and his two companions had painstakingly created a refuge that housed two million members of the Human Race. They watched Zhou Yi's every move with their own eyes.

As Taishang had said, these people are usually the most obedient and timid, so they previously dared not follow Zhou Yi. Yet now, watching Zhou Yi's brave resistance, a fire ignited within their hearts.

"We must also act; we can't let him go alone," Suiren shouted loudly.

The other two exchanged a glance, offering no opposition.

In that instant, countless golden specks burst from everyone's bodies, like the brightest stars in the night sky, racing toward Zhou Yi.

Half of the sky was instantly dyed a dazzling gold.

Taishang and the others were still reeling from shock, unable to react, when they saw the golden light at the horizon gradually converge, forming a formidable force.

"How could this be? Aren't they usually the ones most afraid of trouble?" Taishang widened his eyes, his face full of astonishment.

His words cut him like a sharp knife, piercing himself deeply.

That Human Race qi luck, gathered from over two million people, surged like a raging flood, rushing into Zhou Yi's body.

The previously dim and lightless Human Race qi luck now radiated brilliant light, brighter than ever before.

Zhou Yi felt a warm current behind him, and immediately a massive silhouette slowly materialized behind him.

"Dharma Form!" someone shouted.

"How did he condense a Dharma Form?" Taishang muttered, his face full of disbelief.

The Dharma Form is an extremely powerful divine art, which only those with great ability and deep merit can condense.

It can channel the forces of heaven and earth, multiplying combat power manyfold, even beyond a hundred times.

Taishang gazed at the majestic Dharma Form, and an uneasy feeling suddenly rose within him.

Yet before he could think further, Zhou Yi made another move. The Dharma Form extended a gigantic palm across the sky, as if to cover the entire heavens.

A golden thread appeared, one end attached to Taishang, the other reaching toward the Human Race.

"I, Zhou Yi, speak and act; today I will sever the Ren Sect's foundation among the Human Race," Zhou Yi roared, his voice thundering across the world. Then the Dharma Form surged, tearing the golden thread apart.

"No!" Taishang cried, his complexion turning deathly pale instantly.

The cloud layer was shattered by the Dharma Form, and everyone clearly saw the Saints hovering among the clouds.

At that moment, Taishang spat a mouthful of golden blood before the crowd, his momentum swiftly waned, and his once mighty aura grew weak.

The two percent of Human Race qi luck he wielded was the key to the Ren Sect's rule over the Human Race, and his source of confidence. This qi luck allowed him to remain unscathed when facing the Human Race's crisis.

However, as Zhou Yi cut the cause and effect, that two percent of qi luck began to drift away, eventually flowing to Zhou Yi.

The Ren Sect was Taishang's foundation; now that the Human Race no longer reveres the Ren Sect, his very base is shaken.

His cultivation fell from the mid‑stage of Saint to the early stage, even weaker than Tongtian and Yuan Shi.

Moreover, his aura continued to wane, as if he might lose his Saint status at any moment.

"The Human Race possesses such formidable power?" someone exclaimed, while another sighed, "What a pity, now Zhou Yi and Taishang are utterly at odds."

"If the Saint disregards face and forcibly kills him, no one today could save him," the crowd murmured.

"Taishang, after enjoying our Human Race's qi luck for so many years, it's time to return it!" Zhou Yi mocked.

Unfortunately, Taishang's cultivation had already reached a high realm; otherwise, this strike would have completely stripped him of his Saint status.

With the Human Race's qi luck continuously converging, the Dharma Form behind Zhou Yi grew clearer, its features even gradually taking shape, bearing a resemblance to Zhou Yi.

At this moment, Zhou Yi's momentum was like a rainbow, unmatched by any.