Chapter 1325: Lu Yang Battles Wu Yao

"Tribulation Transcendence peak?" Wu Yao was greatly surprised, as Lu Yang's realm suddenly surged, advancing to the Tribulation Transcendence peak, and without the slightest instability in his foundation.

What a profound secret art—could it be similar to the Heavenly Demon Disintegration Great Art?

But these are merely petty tricks; no matter how profound the secret art, it has a duration and side effects. For such a stable realm advancement, the backlash afterward will only be more severe.

In the end, this is just a temporary expedient—it cannot be sustained for long.

"What if I strike first? Do you think reaching the Tribulation Transcendence peak allows you to stand equal to me?" In Wu Yao's view, Lu Yang was merely furious and impotent, not worth worrying about.

Boom—

Both struck simultaneously. In fact, Wu Yao had intended to strike first, but he hadn't expected Lu Yang to share the same thought. The two collided in interstellar space, their figures blurring, as if countless phantoms clashed here.

Their auras became like galaxies—vast and endless, constantly colliding, displaying unparalleled divine might. The stars trembled, and cultivators and warships alike were like fish in a tide, able only to drift with the current, unable to control themselves.

Shi Mian was horrified. Since the Heavenly Emperor Your Majesty came to rule the world, he had never encountered an opponent worthy of his second move. Even if the Cultivation Realm displayed terrifying power, in his view it still fell far short of the Heavenly Emperor. Yet now, the Heavenly Emperor had actually met an evenly matched opponent.

Master Master Master Master Master Shi Chan and the others were equally astonished. They had fortunately witnessed Tribulation Transcendence peak experts clash before, but the shock they felt paled in comparison to this scene before them.

Nothing surpasses this as a half-immortal battle.

"Quickly contact the elders!" Master Master Master Master Master Shi Chan said. Now is not the time for amazement; the urgent priority is to shout for help.

Those Tribulation Transcendence stage seniors of the second line of defense received the distress signal, but no one could say where they were located.

Body Integration stage cultivators can tear open wormholes, because the fleet had just fled forward, and they followed close behind, able to locate the wormhole entrance via residual spatial fluctuations. But after so long, those residual fluctuations have long vanished, and the stars used for positioning have already changed their orbits in this battle.

They could not find the way, and could only observe the battle through quantum communicators, unable to help but sigh in awe.

"Is this actually a Tribulation Transcendence stage battle?!"

"Every aspect has been honed to the extreme."

"The so-called state of cultivation perfection before immortals attain the Dao is probably roughly like this."

"Heavenly Gang Emperor Fist!"

"Arhat Fist!"

Behind the two, faint apparitions of the Heavenly Emperor and the Arhat appeared—the Heavenly Emperor's palm holding sun, moon, and stars, while the Arhat chanted the original Buddhist sutras.

Then Wu Yao discovered his hair was falling out in large clumps.

"Pay respects to the Bald Heavenly Emperor." Lu Yang bowed respectfully.

"You're courting death!"

Wu Yao flew into a rage. He had always cared for his dignity, and becoming bald was more unbearable than being killed—especially with his subordinates watching here, and even the Cultivation Realm witnessing this scene through communicators!

Wu Yao's black hair danced wildly, and indeed it regrew, leaving Lu Yang quite astonished.

His Arhat Fist had been strengthened by the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit. To grow hair, one could only use the embryonic Dao Fruit to resolve it.

That is to say, Wu Yao certainly possesses the embryonic Dao Fruit.

Lu Yang was not surprised that Wu Yao possessed the embryonic Dao Fruit. Wu Yao is who he is—an immortal who returned to cultivation, proficient in the hundred arts of cultivation, with a legendary and rich life. Not having condensed the embryonic Dao Fruit would be the surprise.

However, Lu Yang still could not determine what effect Wu Yao's embryonic Dao Fruit had.

Could it possibly only be for growing hair?

"Little Yangzi fought well—just keep hitting him!" The Immortal Maiden stood firm for Lu Yang in the mental space, waving flags and cheering, throwing two punches into the void. Wu Yao had insulted Little Yangzi early on, and had long disliked him.

He deserved it.

The Immortal Maiden's attire was even cooler than usual, not resembling the style of the Cultivation Realm, but more like a cheerleading squad from the Star Alliance.

Lu Yang had learned the basics of the Star Alliance from its library, and the Immortal Maiden was not idle either—she had specially picked magazines with few words and many pictures to read.

Whether it was the Immortal Maiden's cheering taking effect, or Lu Yang's battle fervor rising, his fighting became as smooth as flowing clouds and water, utterly seamless.

"Refine!"

Wu Yao summoned the stars across the sky, refining them into treasures via the artifact refinement method, then reused the technique, constructing a double-layered gravity array as a formation node to pin Lu Yang in place, unable to move. Then the stars fell layer upon layer, suppressing Lu Yang once more.

To combine artifact refinement and formation techniques so naturally—few in the world could match this.

Wu Yao had just gauged the power limit of Lu Yang's fist technique; exchanging blows again would damage his image, so it was better to suppress him with formations.

The stellar gravity formation was stronger than the previous one—it would absolutely not allow the Arhat Fist to break through.

"Be careful!" Those Tribulation Transcendence stage seniors, seeing this, couldn't help but shout. This move was highly skilled—likely only those proficient in formation and artifact refinement, or pure body cultivators, could break the seal.

And Lu Yang was versed in neither.

Yet Lu Yang seemed completely unaffected by the seal, swimming freely within the stellar confinement, like an earth spirit sprite born from the soil, naturally attuned to earth.

Wu Yao frowned, unable to comprehend how Lu Yang achieved this.

The art "Shrink Earth," allowing free travel through soil without being trapped by it.

The cry of the Golden Crow echoed through the star river, and true fire seeped from the seal's surface, condensing in the heavens into a golden divine bird phantom, which landed on Lu Yang's shoulder, like an extinct Golden Crow.

The golden divine bird split into two, then four, and in the blink of an eye became a complete fire bird, forming an impenetrable fire net that melted stars wherever it passed.

"Three Thousand Weak Waters." Facing the true fire, Wu Yao raised his hand to summon the Weak Waters, which surged like rolling waves, taking dragon shape and roaring as they lunged at the golden divine bird.

The dragon-shaped Weak Waters were directly sliced by the fire net into countless tiny droplets, scattered across the universe—merely slightly slowing the fire bird's flight speed.

Wu Yao was astonished—the fire power of the golden divine bird exceeded his expectations. When he realized this, the golden flames blazed across the heavens, engulfing him, burning his skin to split and flesh to burst.

Wu Yao shed his golden cicada shell, discarded his outer skin, escaped death, stared at Lu Yang, and no longer looked down on him.

"It seems I underestimated you. Are you a half-immortal who has condensed the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit embryonic form?"

Upon these words, everyone was stunned, staring at Lu Yang in disbelief.

In their view, Lu Yang was a peerless genius who had cultivated to the mid Tribulation Transcendence stage, possessing means to temporarily surge to the Tribulation Transcendence peak.

But no one had expected him to have silently condensed the Dao Fruit embryonic form.

How many Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators have been stalled by this Dao Fruit embryonic form, depressed for life? Given Lu Yang's displayed talent, everyone believed he would become a half-immortal—but none could have imagined he had already become one!

The Tribulation Transcendence stage elders felt that compared to Lu Yang, they had merely wasted thousands of years in vain cultivation!

Lu Yang fixed his gaze on Wu Yao, a smile touching his lips: "I never imagined that, despite deliberately concealing my half-immortal identity, I would still be discovered by the seniors. Senior, your eyes are sharp."

Since exposed, Lu Yang openly admitted: "Not bad—I am exactly the half-immortal who has condensed the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit embryonic form!"