Chapter 832

"Hiss, hehe!" Wu Tie roared in pain, gritting his teeth.

He was battle-hardened, having suffered many serious injuries bathed in blood, many broken bones and torn tendons, but had never felt such pain.

Flesh and blood collapsed in chunks, vitality rapidly extinguished; terrifying radiation energy pierced the flesh, eroding the five viscera, six bowels, and tendons and bones. Despite Wu Tie's current chaotic bone strength, this strange radiation energy could slowly erode the bones, even damaging the marrow.

The Pangu true form, towering at thirty thousand zhang, shrank bit by bit, indicating Wu Tie's power was withering.

Wu Tie lowered his head and roared at Nuwa, whose upper body was covered in wounds and whose lower body remained only a long serpent bone: "Amu… you withdraw first…"

Canghai Daoist and Wuxing Daoist rushed forward; the Canghai Daoist's Canghai Divine Pearl flashed, and dozens of bottles of Grand Dao Treasure Pills flew toward Nuwa.

They were for healing wounds, replenishing qi, replenishing blood, and even temporarily increasing physical defense and vitality.

Given the civilization level of the Three Kingdoms Continent, refining Grand Dao Treasure Pills is not easy, but Wu Tie had subdued many clans of the former Wei, several of which were skilled in alchemy; with his current status, obtaining them is no difficulty.

Nuwa was decisive.

She snatched the Grand Dao Treasure Pills from Canghai Daoist, shook her hand, shattering all the bottles; hundreds of pills with varied light traced an arc, which she swallowed in one gulp.

In an instant, Nuwa's body glittered with light, and flesh grew bit by bit on her long serpent tail.

The newly grown flesh was quickly covered by a layer of golden serpent scales, whose edges faintly showed flowing five-colored divine light.

Nuwa raised her long tail and slammed it hard against Wu Tie's occiput: "Wu Tie, you truly are a good son of mine… hehe, your physique is not bad, resembling what a man ought to be."

Leading twelve thousand Wu tribe brothers, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong, who had swiftly flown up from below, simultaneously clicked their tongues.

Well said!

Tsk tsk, since Wu Tie is your good son, we three brothers—did you, old mother, not even notice us?

They glanced at each other, then Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong simultaneously roared to the heavens. They each activated their Wu tribe bloodline and displayed the Wu tribe transformation. In an instant their bodies swelled to a thousand zhang tall, each wielding thunder, spewing flame, surrounded by swirling phenomena of earth, water, fire, and wind, and their aura became incredibly violent and powerful.

The twelve thousand Wu tribe youths also raised their voices to the heavens; having followed Wu Tie in battle many times, under the aid of the strange Wu tribe grand formation, they had once shared the knowledge and inheritance they acquired, and recreated many of the Grand Dao principles they could accept and comprehend.

Facing these Wu tribe youths, in terms of foundation and potential they were already no weaker than the top geniuses of the Sui dynasty.

Each of their bodies became enormously huge; they controlled wind and thunder, stirred up waves, rolling out violent surges of primordial energy, and then almost instinctively, at the fastest speed, formed the Wu tribe grand formation.

"Amu, we're here!" Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong cried out to the heavens.

"Hmph… you call yourselves elder brothers? You let Wu Tie charge to the front in everything—don't you three feel ashamed?"

Nuwa lowered her head and fiercely lectured her three sons, scolding Wu Jin and his brothers until they were grimy-faced and dejected, unable to lift their heads.

"Fine, only Wu Tie is my biological son; the three of you were picked up from a rat-people's nest!"

Resentfully, the three Wu Jin brothers coordinated with the formation's operation, harmonizing the massive power gathered by the formation into three light dragons that poured into Wu Tie's body.

Wu Tie, who could barely hold on, cried out to the heavens in exultation.

His body, whose flesh kept peeling and dissolving, quickly stabilized; immense vitality surged within, the corroded and slain flesh, now devoid of life, quickly fell away, and then large swaths of new flesh rapidly grew.

The thirty-thousand-zhang-tall Pangu true form rapidly expanded, reaching forty thousand zhang in an instant.

Wu Tie's palm spewed vast chaotic torrents; he moved his ten fingers, naturally triggering the Myriad Transformations Tribulation Hand, as grayish spiritual light swirled in his palm, the great seven-colored torrents collapsed and decomposed, and massive bundles of energy exploded.

Seven-colored light raged across the sky, and the chaotic torrent from Wu Tie's palm upheld the straight-falling seven-colored divine light.

The seven-colored divine light was segmented and decomposed by the Myriad Transformations Tribulation Hand; every pore of Wu Tie's body opened wide, frantically devouring the immense energy produced from the decomposed seven-colored divine light, like a black hole.

In the boundless void, the stellar bodies condensed from crystal stone once again blazed with brilliant, dazzling light.

The massive stellar body regained its energy; the crystal spines protruding from within suddenly blazed brightly, and the seven-colored torrent that had originally been only a hundred li thick suddenly expanded to a thousand li in thickness.

Xuanwu's roar shook the entire stellar body: "Ants, how dare you oppose the Celestial Crystal Divine Clan? Ants, how dare you disregard the power of the Celestial Crystal Divine Clan?"

"You, together with that tiny patch of land… shall be destroyed!"

"Anyway, this time you are all destined to die!"

The seven-colored torrent howled through the boundless void, through the pitch-black space, and slammed headfirst into the atmosphere of Mu Dalu.

Layer upon layer of dim flowing light gathered from all directions, forming layers of light barriers that blocked the seven-colored torrent.

Weakened, weakened, continually weakened; the myriad strange light barriers amassed above Mu Dalu, with various oddities faintly visible, actually neutralized over eighty percent of the seven-colored torrent's power.

Still, a seven-colored divine light over three hundred li thick descended from heaven and heavily struck Wu Tie's both hands.

The power of the seven-colored divine light suddenly surged; Wu Tie felt the pressure from above spike a hundredfold or more, and his arms together with the flesh of his upper torso burst into flame with a boom, instantly turning to ash, leaving only the dim, half-body skeletal frame intact.

Countless broken Grand Dao patterns scattered everywhere; with the naked eye one could see the Grand Dao patterns crumbling from Wu Tie's pulverized flesh flying about like giant dragons.

Wu Tie roared in pain to the heavens, and his body plummeted downward by seventeen or eighteen thousand li in an instant.

Beneath Wu Tie's body, Wu Jin, Wu Yin, Wu Tong, and the twelve thousand Wu tribe youths all let out a muffled groan; the immense force passed through Wu Tie's body, through the Wu family formation, and crushed directly onto them.

The bodies of Wu Jin, Wu Yin, and Wu Tong continually burst open, spraying large amounts of blood.

The bodies of the twelve thousand Wu tribe youths exploded one after another into clouds of blood mist. As the four Wu Tie brothers uttered long, mournful roars, the formation's power activated, and the blood mist continually recondensed into sturdy bodies.

The Myriad Calamities Classic was activated.

The Wu tribe youths whose bodies had exploded saw their vital energy leap upward a great stage; several thousand of them had their magical aura directly soar to the fifth heaven of the Divine Realm, a rise of two or three stages compared to their previous abrupt advancement.

A greater surge of magical power flowed into Wu Tie's body; gritting his teeth, the speed of his descent slowed considerably.

"Heaven and earth possess righteous qi… it bestows form upon the myriad things…"

Above Wu Tie's head, from the three white lotus palace heirloom cultural treasures—the eight-cornered inkstone, the mind-monkey paperweight, and the three talents ruler—that had never been put away, faintly came countless clear chanting voices.

A column of white qi rose from Wu Tie's head like a beacon, straight into the sky; within this white qi, only a few zhang thick, the sun, moon, and stars could be faintly seen rising and setting, and the common folk could be faintly seen sinking and floating…

With a creak, the three inherited treasures simultaneously emitted a piercing cry.

Wu Tie received the active support and activation of the three treasures; his righteous qi within his body was like an unbending sword that stabbed straight into the interior of the seven-colored divine light, forcibly tearing it in half.

The seven-colored divine light suddenly dimmed.

Struck by Wu Tie's righteous qi, this arrogant and rampant seven-colored divine light actually had its power reduced by three tenths, its thickness shrinking from over three hundred li to over two hundred li in diameter.

On the ground, Bai Suzhen, who had just been casually tossed aside by Wu Tie and nearly had her bones shattered from the fall, blankly lifted her head, gazing at Wu Tie, whose entire body was illuminated by the seven-colored divine light in shifting light and shade.

After staring blankly for a long time, Bai Suzhen suddenly shook her head: "This is an attack from extraterrestrial demons… Once, Sui Du was reduced to nothing by a single strike of this seven-colored divine light… That was seventy-two generations of heavenly emperors ago, that is, over two million years ago…"

"Sui Du was shattered by a single blow… You, Wu Tie, merely a barbarian chieftain… How could you possibly…"

In the midst of Bai Suzhen's incredulous muttering, Wu Tie's body rose bit by bit, pushing itself upward against the sky.

Below his body, the three Wu Jin brothers' physiques constantly exploded and regenerated…… From time to time, one of the 120,000 Wu tribe youths' bodies would shatter into pieces, burst into a cloud of blood mist, but they would quickly recondense into flesh, and then their aura would become even stronger.

"Hehe, this seems to be…… the correct way to cultivate the Myriad Tribulations Classic?" Bai Su Xin exclaimed in shock and disbelief, her voice a shrill scream: "But, to place oneself in such a deadly dead end……"

"A true man, a man of honor, a son of a thousand gold does not sit idle…… Stupid, foolish, simply utterly foolish……"

"Only by preserving a useful body can one…… unleash the vengeance in one's chest……"

"Bai Su Xin wildly belittled the foolish actions of Wu Tie and others…… In his view, given Wu Tie's current status and position, the potential he has shown and the strength he now possesses, he is truly a 'person above others', truly an 'extremely noble nobleman'."

"Facing the strike of the extraterrestrial demons, Wu Tie should not desperately resist."

"He should learn from Xi Yao and Nu Zhao, and without hesitation withdraw."

"Why should he resist?"

"Why?"

"Just to protect, on the ground, those foolish, crude, worthless…… ant-like people?"

"Bai Su Xin's contemptuous gaze swept over the nearby people."

"Those underground native tribes, those rat-people, dwarves, little people, and so on……"

"Crude, ugly, still bearing a stinky smell, a wave of unwashed muddy-leg odor assailed the nostrils……"

"For these lowly, base living beings, is it worth risking one's life?"

"Especially, Wu Tie is a Martial King…… a lofty sovereign, to risk his life for these lowly ant‑like subjects? It's utterly unreasonable!"

"Only subjects serve the sovereign; when has a sovereign ever risked his life for his subjects?"

"Bai Su Xin incessantly cited scriptures and classics, trying to refute Wu Tie's foolish, worthless, brainless impulsive behavior."

"But gradually, Bai Su Xin could no longer continue speaking."

"Because, his heart was collapsing."

"He could feel his heart collapsing——even though he had used various means to maintain a pure and lovely 'White Lotus Mind', at this moment, as he incessantly belittled and refuted Wu Tie, that White Lotus Mind he had cultivated over tens of thousands of years was collapsing."

'"I……" Bai Su Xin closed his mouth.'

"He closed his eyes."

"He recalled that, when he was a child, his enlightening old teacher, holding a scripture scroll, had spoken to him those simple yet by no means ordinary words."

"But when had he forgotten those simple yet absolutely non‑ordinary principles?"

"At the moment his pure and lovely 'mind' collapsed, Bai Su Xin suddenly recalled that old teacher with a wrinkled face, whose cultivation was not strong, but who was said to have read nearly all the scriptures of the White Lotus Palace."

"He racked his brains, trying to retrieve from the corners of his memory the words he had spoken back then."

'"I, when did I lose my original heart…… so that even the Eight‑Section Inkstone and they have abandoned me?" Bai Su Xin murmured to himself: "Is it after I changed my name to Bai Su Xin? Then, my original name is……"'

'"I, why should I study?"'

'"Studying can clarify principles. Studying can shape the heart. Studying can accomplish the Dao. Studying is for the fire of our human race, endless, propagating and passing down……"'

"Two lines of blood‑tears slid down from the corners of Bai Su Xin's eyes."

'"Wrong, wrong……" a clear sound of shattering porcelain came from within Bai Su Xin's body.'

"He opened his eyes, staring blankly at the group of burly, towering, blood‑soaked figures in the sky…… the scorching, blinding seven‑colored divine light hung directly overhead, while on the ground many mountain peaks had already burned to a crimson expanse."

"The forests were ignited by the high temperature emitted from the seven‑colored divine light."

"The seven‑colored divine light was still over ten thousand li above the ground."

"Even though it was still over ten thousand li away, the temperature was already astonishing; one can imagine how terrifying the pressure borne by Wu Tie and the others, who are directly resisting the seven‑colored divine light, must be."

"In the sky, a group of mighty, heroic figures like deities were howling and roaring."

"On the ground, countless silhouettes of the native tribes, tall and short, were struggling to rise; they lifted their heads to look at Wu Tie and the others, simultaneously letting out earth‑shaking roars."

"Unyielding, heroic, filled with a strong will to survive."

'"Studying is to let our human race's descendants live better." The old teacher's words echoed in his mind.'

"It is very simple, very plain, without any grand principles."

"Studying is merely for inheritance, inheriting the knowledge and wisdom of our ancestors, so that descendants may use this knowledge and wisdom to live better."

"To live better, not to use this knowledge to make oneself a person above others, not to use it to contend for power and profit, to plunder benefits, to engage in those petty, scheming dealings."

"From deep within the underground pit, Feng Rong's voice came faintly: "Uncle, uncle, are you alright? Hurry, let's flee quickly…… while they're being foolish, let's make a quick escape!""

"Bai Su Xin hesitated."

'"To flee?"'