Chapter 391: Another Trial

When Ye Wuque and Xuan Yi's consciousnesses were pulled into this strange realm by the vast Great Power of Creation, both steadied their minds at once.

They are both unparalleled Heavenly Pride who have endured countless trials; their resolve is already as solid as rock, and even when faced with such sudden upheaval, they can instantly make the most correct response.

The world before them is mysterious and towering, ancient and unfathomable, vast and boundless.

The sky is not the usual blue or black, but a chaotic hue swirling with myriad sunrise glows, like a spilled palette yet naturally formed, beautiful enough to make the heart race.

The earth is desolate, mountains and rivers rise and fall, all shrouded in a layer of hazy Creation mist, indistinct to the eye.

The air is thick with a vitality so dense it cannot be dissolved and with Creation Dao Rhythm; each breath seems to ingest the essence of heaven and earth.

But both know that beneath this beautiful façade lies unimaginable danger.

"Looks like we have to cooperate again," Xuan Yi's voice sounded beside him, his body circulating Yin Yang Dual Qi, sealing the omnipresent Creation mist outside, "We must pass this trial to qualify to draw closer to the Creation Saint Art Origin."

Ye Wuque nodded, his eyes flashing like lightning as they scanned the surroundings.

He could sense that, though this illusionary world is boundlessly vast, there exists a clear "rule".

That rule is the embodiment of the Creation Saint Art Origin's will—it does not aim to kill intruders, but to filter, to select beings worthy of touching it.

"Careful, it's coming," Ye Wuque suddenly spoke, his gaze turning to the distant horizon.

Xuan Yi simultaneously sensed the anomaly, and a long sword had appeared in his hand, though he didn't know when.

The blade was simple and ancient, its whole surface shimmering with black and white hues; at the guard a Yin Yang Taiji symbol rotated slowly, emitting a contradictory aura that was bone‑chilling yet full of vitality.

Boom—

The distant horizon began to tremble.

At first it was only a slight quiver, like the earth's heartbeat.

But soon the shaking grew violent, like ten million wild beasts charging.

The chaotic sunrise glows in the sky began to warp and converge, turning into streams of light that fell toward the ground.

Each beam of light that struck the ground burst into dazzling radiance, and when the light faded, it revealed a host of bizarre beings of varied forms.

Some resembled qilin but bore wings on their backs, their bodies covered with Creation runes; some were like true dragons yet possessed nine heads, each head exhaling a different kind of Creation Qi; some were as large as mountains, each step cracking the earth; some were as small as insects, yet swarmed densely enough to obscure half the sky…

Their common trait was that they all coursed with dense Creation Force, and their eyes lacked the sentience of ordinary beings, containing only pure instinctual killing intent.

"Creation divine beasts," Xuan Yi said gravely, his sword‑gripping hand tightening slightly, "Legend says the Creation Saint Art Origin can nurture myriad spirits; these are the 'Guardians' it simulated with Creation Force. Each possesses formidable combat power, and the troublesome part is…"

"They cannot be slain," Ye Wuque took over, golden light rising in his eyes, "Unless we locate the core of the illusion or shatter this realm with absolute power, they will continuously regenerate."

Before the words finished, the first wave of Creation divine beasts surged forward!

They were a horde of beasts shaped like ferocious tigers but bearing dragon tails, numbering over a hundred, each as large as a small mountain; their strikes generated fierce gales that gouged deep ravines into the ground.

Ye Wuque moved.

Without flamboyant techniques or elaborate spells, he simply stepped forward, raised his right fist, and then struck.

Boom!

The Void seemed pierced by that punch.

The golden fist aura surged like an angry dragon out to sea; wherever it passed, layers of space collapsed.

The charging Creation divine beasts didn't even have time to scream before they were turned to dust in the golden fist aura, scattering back into Creation mist.

But more beasts surged in from all directions.

The sky was blocked by avian divine beasts, the earth filled with terrestrial beasts, and even the ground birthed burrowing beasts, forming a Heaven‑Earth Net.

"Fight!"

Xuan Yi let out a long howl, drawing his Yin Yang sword from its sheath.

The sword sang like a Dragon Chant, black‑white blade light soaring skyward.

He slashed with a sword, not a straightforward cut but a mysterious arc.

Where the blade light passed, the Void seemed split into Yin and Yang halves; on the left all things withered, on the right all things blossomed with vitality.

Dozens of the leading beasts had their bodies swept by the blade light, strangely half turning to ash, the other half exploding into mist.

"Fine sword technique," Ye Wuque glanced, silently praising. Xuan Yi's swordsmanship is exceptionally high, and notably he perfectly blends the Way of Creation with the Yin Yang Way; each sword contains the true meaning of birth, death, and reincarnation.

But his movements never ceased.

The Undying Indestructible Imperial Golden Body's Eighth Turn, "Supreme Emperor Descends Dust," fully activates!

Hum—

Ye Wuque's entire body erupted with dazzling golden divine radiance; the light was so intense it enveloped him entirely, transforming him into a towering golden deity.

The golden deity stood ten thousand zhang tall, its features blurred, yet exuding a terrifying pressure that could suppress ages.

This is the ultimate manifestation of the Flesh Way!

The golden deity stepped forward, the earth cracking, mountains collapsing.

It need not even punch; the shockwave from its movement shattered hundreds of beasts into powder.

Ye Wuque himself stood at the deity's forehead, like a ruler mastering a divine beast.

He formed seals with both hands, divine power within him surging like an ocean.

"Heaven and Earth Myriad Transformations Annihilating God Palm!"

The palm struck, and the golden deity moved in sync.

A massive golden palm covering the sky descended, its palm center projecting illusory images of sun, moon, stars, mountains, and rivers, as if an entire real world were born, evolved, and ultimately perished within the palm.

Boom—

The giant palm struck the ground, and over a thousand beasts were reduced to ash beneath it.

The palm seal was deeply etched into the earth, forming a massive circular pit hundreds of li in radius; magma spewed from its bottom as if the gates of hell had opened.