Chapter 121: Refining the Literature Dao Divine Messenger

At this moment, Han Yu's Primordial Spirit Dharma Image could also transform into the Painting God state, just as it could completely transform into the Heavenly Fire God state!

A white-robed man holding a painting brush and a scroll stood between Heaven and Earth. The brush in his hand suddenly swung, slashing fiercely at the surrounding space.

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish—

The space emitted a creaking tremor, and scratch marks appeared, yet the space remained completely unmoved.

Han Yu couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the power of his clone's dimensionality-reduction strike. Although it was executed with the help of the Universe Painting Screen's power, it was enough to prove the terrifying nature of his talent in the Painting Dao.

However, after receiving the clone's thousands of years of cultivation memories, Han Yu felt exhausted. To cultivate the Painting Dao, the clone had been tireless, night and day, copying painting techniques every single moment.

In these thousands of years, he had walked through the Earth Screen World within the Universe Painting Screen, traversed hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers, and copied countless scrolls, finally achieving mastery in the Painting Dao and becoming an Emperor in one step.

After the clone and Han Yu's main body merged, these memories were received in their entirety without reservation.

Han Yu had to admit that deep down, he was quite capable of enduring hardship, actually managing to withstand thousands of years of monotonous cultivation.

But the clone being able to endure hardship had nothing to do with his main body.

The bitterness of cultivation was enough to experience once; Han Yu's main body only wanted to lie flat.

Yet now, the guys outside the paper space wouldn't even let him have a day of lying flat.

"Sigh, this is truly troublesome!"

"Since it's troublesome, then let's just not deal with it at all!"

Han Yu muttered to himself, and the Vast Righteous Energy within his body erupted suddenly. This type of Literature Dao power required Literature Dao cultivation to unleash its strongest effect.

The Painting Dao was a branch of the Literature Dao, so it was naturally a perfect match.

Boom, boom, boom—

Thousands of years' worth of Vast Righteous Energy surged out from Han Yu's body. The painting brush in his hand was like a sharp sword; with a casual slash, the surrounding space was suddenly torn open.

Swish—

Han Yu's figure turned into a stream of light, leaving the paper space.

At the same time, the attacks from the Years Painting Saint and the other divine messengers arrived abruptly.

The tens of thousands of miles where he had been standing were all blasted into dust.

From an external perspective, the paper space was now riddled with holes, with space fragments scattering across the sky.

These space fragments were incredibly sharp; if an ordinary King Realm cultivator touched them, they would likely be cut into pieces instantly.

However, the group of divine messengers turned a blind eye. As their cultivation erupted, the space fragments around them drifted away like flowers, creating a wave of space fragments across the firmament.

For a moment, it looked extremely beautiful.

The Years Painting Saint and the others had no intention of admiring the scenery. After their attacks landed on the paper space, they had expected the black dot representing Han Yu to flee again, and they would follow closely in hot pursuit until the entire paper space was crushed.

But after this attack landed, they did not detect Han Yu's trail again; it seemed he had been completely annihilated along with the previous attack!

"The God-Slayer is dead!"

"Yes, I saw it just now; he didn't escape our blockade. The space he was in has been completely shattered!"

"Hahaha, it seems he reached his limit. Finally, the mission is accomplished; this trip was worth it, truly worth it!"

The group of divine messengers was very happy, but the Years Painting Saint's face was solemn, filled with a strong sense of unease.

Just a moment ago, he seemed to have sensed an extremely powerful Painting Dao force on the paper space.

But he didn't know if it was his imagination.

After all, he was currently suppressed by the King Realm Battlefield and was not in his peak state.

"Perhaps I am overthinking it. Even if the God-Slayer clone attacked with his life, it would be impossible to shake the space compressed into a single page."

"This attack was the God-Slayer clone drawing on the Universe Painting Screen for help. Even if I entered in my peak state, it would take a lot of effort to break the situation, and that would be without anyone interfering."

"We kept destroying it from the outside; no matter how high his talent is, he has no chance to break the situation!"

The Years Painting Saint calculated in his heart and finally confirmed his thought.

The God-Slayer and his clone must have been completely annihilated!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he laughed along with the other divine messengers. The mood of the divine messengers was very pleasant.

Just at this moment, a voice echoed in the minds of all the divine messengers.

"Everyone, aren't you a bit too happy too early?"

The moment they heard this voice, the divine messengers felt as if they had descended into hell, and they immediately summoned their Dharma Images.

They were experienced; without needing anyone to remind them, they knew what was about to happen.

That God-Slayer was not dead!

All the divine messengers' vigilance reached their throats, and various Literature Dao Dharma Images condensed instantly, appearing in this space.

In the perception of the divine messengers, a graceful figure in white gradually took shape.

Or rather, he had always been there; it was just that the opponent's Divine Sense was extremely powerful, shielding the perception of the divine messengers.

Seeing this white-clad figure, all the divine messengers couldn't help but swallow hard, their eyes filled with wariness.

This was the God-Slayer who had killed ten Great Sun Divine Messengers; facing such an existence, they would have no chance of survival!

The Years Painting Saint's eyes fluctuated violently, his heart filled with doubt.

"I don't understand, how did you escape?"

He looked at Han Yu opposite him. The other Literature Dao divine messengers were not familiar with this face, but he had painstakingly cultivated this person in the world of the Universe Painting Screen for thousands of years.

"Of course, I have to thank you, Master. Without your painstaking teaching for these thousands of years, I certainly wouldn't have left so easily."

As soon as these words were spoken, the Years Painting Saint's body shook, and the surprise in his eyes intensified.

He understood everything in an instant.

It turned out that the God-Slayer clone he had painstakingly cultivated had merged with the opponent's God-Slayer main body!

With the power of the God-Slayer main body combined with the Painting Dao attainments of the God-Slayer clone, it was reasonable that he could crack the means he had deployed himself.

He just didn't understand why the opponent had succeeded in merging.

Logically speaking, the God-Slayer clone, having undergone thousands of years of change, and his main body were already two completely different beings.

The paths they cultivated were completely different; how could they merge back into one?

The Years Painting Saint was filled with confusion, but he could only accept the result before him.

"It was my move that was inferior. The God-Slayer is indeed not easy to deal with!"

He let out a long sigh, looked at the other Literature Dao divine messengers, and said in a deep voice.

"Everyone, it seems now that we can only fight this God-Slayer head-on."

"This is the Literature Dao Realm; even if he possesses Painting Dao power, he may not necessarily be our match!"

The other Literature Dao divine messengers had complex expressions. If they had a choice, they would absolutely not fight the God-Slayer head-on here, but now they had no way to retreat.

"Hmph, let's fight then. This Emperor wants to see exactly how much strength this God-Slayer who could kill the Great Sun Divine Messengers really has!"

A Literature Dao divine messenger shouted, then he chanted while wielding his brush. Countless characters burst from his mouth, and the ink also turned into countless characters, finally forming poems and articles.

The other Literature Dao divine messengers didn't waste words either, each using their own means.

In an instant, all kinds of characters floated across the sky. This firmament seemed to have turned into paper, each character carrying a powerful and bizarre force.

Each 【Beast】 character turned into a massive beast, baring its fangs and claws as it pounced toward Han Yu.

Each 【Sword】 character turned into sword Qi filling the sky, sweeping over in an overwhelming manner.

Each war poem carried a majestic artistic conception, either with soaring killing intent or continuous power, all surging over.

The means of the Literature Dao divine messengers were more magnificent and varied compared to the previous Great Sun Divine Messengers. Most of them were based on characters, either organizing them into various poems and articles to exert various combat effects.

Or they specialized in the power of certain characters, sacrificing them during battle, which immediately became ever-changing.

Literature Dao cultivators had relatively weak combat power at low realms, but after reaching high realms, they were very difficult to deal with.

These Literature Dao divine messengers were just like that; no matter which branch of the Literature Dao they cultivated, they were terrifying at this realm.

Besides temporarily writing some poems and articles, in their reserves, there were also the classics, histories, philosophers, and collections written previously; these classics carried infinite divine power.

When fighting Han Yu, one of the Literature Dao divine messengers who cultivated the Legalist branch threw out volumes of legal classics. In an instant, Heaven and Earth prisons shrouded Han Yu, with countless torture instruments waving within them.

If trapped by these prisons, Han Yu would definitely suffer endless pain in body and soul.

However, although the means of these Literature Dao divine messengers were varied, they had one fatal flaw.

That was that their current realm was suppressed to the King Realm, and they couldn't exert much power at all.

For ordinary King Realm cultivators or even other cultivators, their means were enough to kill themselves a hundred times over.

But standing before them was Han Yu, a God-Slayer who had already ascended to the Emperor Realm and possessed Emperor Realm Painting Dao power!

Han Yu didn't use any flashy means; he just activated the Heavenly Fire God state, then the Heavenly Fire True Intent erupted, turning into fire dragons that swept out.

In an instant, all the various Literature Dao powers flying over were destroyed.

"You are too weak!"

Han Yu's voice echoed in the minds of all the Literature Dao divine messengers. Everyone felt as if they had fallen into an ice cellar. Only at this moment did they know the oppressive power of the God-Slayer.

They also deeply understood why those ten Great Sun Divine Messengers were all killed by this guy who looked so young.

The God-Slayer was simply too terrifying!

At this moment, the group of Literature Dao divine messengers was filled with regret. If they had known this, they shouldn't have acted rashly and followed the Years Painting Saint to descend into this Painting Screen Land.

But now, it was too late to regret.

Under the shroud of Han Yu's overwhelming Heavenly Fire True Intent, the group of Literature Dao divine messengers only felt their bodies, minds, and consciousness being burned away bit by bit; they were being refined! ===== CHAPTER 122 =====