Chapter 3854: Perfect Circle Without Flaw
“Whoosh!”
A spiritual power tide erupted at a certain point in the universe, with rays of light continuously spreading outward. No cultivator in the current era remained unshaken.
When this wave of spiritual power fluctuation reached the Shura Star Pillar Realm, the Blood Absolute Clan Leader and the gods of the Shura Clan had just annihilated a shadow army. Holding the Blood Dragon War Halberd, he stood on the pitch-black, decaying ground, looking up at the sky.
“Good lad, so he’s achieved Perfect Circle Without Flaw!”
The Blood Absolute Clan Leader’s heart surged with excitement, his blood boiling involuntarily. He felt he now had another reason to boast: “My grandson has reached the ninetieth level of spiritual power—what do you have to compare with that?”
At the top of the Star Pillar Realm, the Shura Battle Soul Sea churned violently, with lightning and thunder. The piercing, ear-splitting divine sound waves of Luotuoluo emanated from every drop of seawater, echoing through the clouds.
Void Heaven hovered above the Battle Soul Sea. Sensing this spiritual power fluctuation, he had different thoughts. Unlike the Blood Absolute Clan Leader, he could see through the strength of Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power. Logically, for Zhang Ruochen to assault the ninetieth level of spiritual power, he would need at least tens of thousands of years of bitter cultivation to accumulate the necessary foundation.
This was clearly a forced breakthrough!
It must have encountered danger.
Earlier, although Void Heaven was clashing with Luotuoluo, he could still sense the terrifying demonic energy released from the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven. Zhang Ruochen was chasing a demonic powerhouse at the Indestructible Infinite level into the Santu River.
This was risky, but Void Heaven understood why Zhang Ruochen had to do it.
Void Heaven looked at the Undying War God standing above the White Desolation Star and said, “Leave this place to you. I’ll go see what big fish that kid has hooked.”
Luotuoluo had already been beaten back to her original form, turning into the Shura Battle Soul Sea, suppressed by the White Desolation Star. To completely grind her down and refine her to death would take time, not a single morning or evening.
Indestructible—hard to kill.
Leaving now was indeed risky. Any variable could allow Luotuoluo to escape.
Moreover, Shi Bei’ya and Gong Xuanzang were both the type to prioritize self-preservation. It was acceptable to have them restrain the Green Deer God King, but Zhang Ruochen was likely chasing the Supreme Pillar, whose cultivation had not yet recovered, or even the reincarnated soul of the Great Demon God. In such a hard battle where one misstep could lead to death, it was hard to rely on them.
It wasn’t that the two were afraid of death; they simply calculated gains and losses very clearly. If others were willing to sacrifice, why should they be the first to step up?
If Zhang Ruochen self-detonated his divine source, he might be able to take the enemy down with him.
That was what they most wanted to see!
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“This is Zhang Ruochen’s spiritual power fluctuation—he’s achieved Perfect Circle Without Flaw so quickly?”
“Is there no justice left? I’ve also endured two Eon Calamities and was once undefeated among my peers in the Saint realm, so why am I only at the Great God Taiyi level now?”
Wherever the spiritual power fluctuation passed, no one was unshaken, no one was not envious, no one was not in awe.
When a cultivator enters Perfect Circle Without Flaw, the spiritual power fluctuation continuously spreads throughout the entire universe. This fluctuation can, of course, be concealed, allowing one to break through quietly and hide their strength. But that requires a stronger spiritual power cultivator or a sufficiently powerful figure to seal off the space nearby.
Most people wouldn’t do this. Once you’ve achieved Perfect Circle Without Flaw, why bother hiding your strength?
In the entire universe, there are only a little over ten beings with spiritual power above the ninetieth level. If one truly wants to seclude themselves, cultivate alone, and hide, who could find them?
Both the Heavenly Court Universe and the Hell Realm Universe were in turmoil, fighting fiercely. There were Half-Ancestors pressing down with their might, Heavenly Venerable-level duels, and unknown strong ones punching through the star seas. Many gods knew that this battle would determine peace in the coming era—it was crucial.
If no results were achieved, it would be a defeat, only emboldening the cultivators hiding in the shadows to intensify their actions.
In such great upheaval, Zhang Ruochen breaking through to Perfect Circle Without Flaw still caused a sensation, stirring waves in both the Heavenly Court and Hell Realm, with influence even reaching the mortal world. Some rejoiced, others worried.
But few knew how perilous this breakthrough was.
On the shattered Santu River, bright talismans flew everywhere, filling the sky and earth, as if transforming this space into a talisman world.
With spiritual power reaching the ninetieth level, Zhang Ruochen could now fully activate the Emperor Talisman. With a single thought, he could summon billions of talisman patterns to clash head-on with the divine abilities unleashed by the Yan Lord.
The two figures moved at extreme speed, covering hundreds of millions of miles in an instant.
“Boom!”
The Myriad Forms Formless Seal struck out, dispersing the demonic clouds. The four war banners were unstoppable. The Yan Lord spat blood, flying backward like a meteor.
Zhang Ruochen teleported through space, pursuing relentlessly, conjuring a river of talisman patterns like a divine whip, lashing at the Yan Lord.
“Crack!”
The divine robe on the Yan Lord’s chest shattered. Talisman patterns entered his body, leaving blood marks deep enough to reveal bone.
Some of these talisman patterns were drawn by Murong Bu Huo in life, representing the legacy of the strongest spiritual power Ancestor in talisman history. Others were cultivated by the Talisman Emperor, representing the fruit of a once-undefeated era’s Outlier Heavenly Venerable.
With spiritual power at the ninetieth level and wielding the Emperor Talisman, the Yan Lord could no longer use divine abilities to interfere with the Myriad Forms Formless Seal.
With these two ultimate trump cards, Zhang Ruochen completely gained the upper hand, chasing the Yan Lord through the stars.
Even if the Yan Lord’s cultivation had fully recovered to the Indestructible Infinite peak, Zhang Ruochen was confident he could contend with him.
The two passed through the star seas, shaking the heavens, terrifying gods of all paths into fleeing with their planets and worlds, fearing the residual shockwaves.
A Bone Clan Infinite, who had little lifespan left and was already retired in seclusion, was blasted out. The white-haired skeleton, with three-zhang-long hair, fled for his life.
“My heavens! The Four Clan Blood Refining Demon Banners—this is the Sixth Pillar Demon Lord Yan, the son of the Great Demon God! Run, what are you waiting for?”
This white-haired skeleton, while running with steady strides, shouted across the stars: “The Yan Lord is here! He’s punched through the Santu River!”
With his shouting, everyone learned that Zhang Ruochen was hunting the Sixth Pillar Demon Lord.
“Impossible? This is the Sixth Pillar, legend says his cultivation reached the Indestructible peak. Has the Imperial Dust only just broken through the ninetieth-level spiritual power barrier, and he’s already chasing the Yan Lord?”
“Impossible, absolutely impossible.”
“Slap! Slap!”
The white-haired skeleton slapped the faces of two gods, one each, and scolded, “What do you know? Zhang Ruochen wields the Emperor Talisman and controls the Myriad Forms Formless Seal—he’s already defying the heavens. Run! Your Death Clan has a grudge with Zhang Ruochen—don’t get targeted!”
The two young Death Clan gods, sensing the divine power fluctuations from behind, dared not speak further and immediately fled.
They never imagined that in this cosmic desert, where it was hard to find a life-bearing planet for trillions of miles, they would encounter such an unforeseen disaster.
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As the Yan Lord fled, he said, “Zhang Ruochen, you forced your way to the ninetieth level, surely injuring yourself. Activating the Emperor Talisman like this will likely damage your foundation. I advise you not to pursue further. Consolidate your realm and heal your injuries—that’s most important.”
“Isn’t the Yan Lord trying to take me as a demon slave? Where has the spirit of the Demon Lord gone?”
Zhang Ruochen swung the talisman river, striking the Yan Lord’s back, sending blood and flesh flying.
Even a powerful divine-demon body was wounded, showing the immense power of the Emperor Talisman.
But at that moment, Zhang Ruochen suddenly stopped, watching the Yan Lord depart.
If the Yan Lord wanted to leave, Zhang Ruochen alone couldn’t stop him.
Yet the Yan Lord didn’t use the power of order to flee; instead, he fought while retreating, clearly trying to lure Zhang Ruochen somewhere. Sensing an invisible crisis, Zhang Ruochen suppressed the urge to continue the chase.
“I’ll see you off here, Yan Lord. Another day, I will surely invite the Heavenly Mother and the gods of Hell Realm to visit the demon lands together.”
With these words, Zhang Ruochen decisively turned and left, following the shattered Santu River back.
“He’s retreating just like that? Is he planning to settle for second best and go after Feima Wang?”
The Yan Lord stopped, his divine soul sensing the aura of Feima Wang, who had escaped from the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven. Zhang Ruochen was rapidly pursuing her.
Soon, the Yan Lord made a decision and sent a message to Feima Wang: “Hold Zhang Ruochen off for a moment. I’ll come help you lure him into the Void World.”
Zhang Ruochen sensed the Yan Lord catching up but remained calm and unflustered.
Yet doubt arose in his mind. Was the Yan Lord concerned about Feima Wang’s life?
No!
Zhang Ruochen sensed that Feima Wang, far away in another star region, hadn’t fled.
With her cultivation restored to the early Indestructible Infinite level, Feima Wang could have escaped completely when she sensed Zhang Ruochen’s aura. Instead of fleeing, she was approaching him.
The distance between them rapidly closed.
“Feima Wang, such boldness. Do you really think you can escape this time?”
Zhang Ruochen’s divine voice crossed space to test Feima Wang.
Feima Wang remained calm and composed, saying, “Fighting two against one, do you think you have a chance of victory? This battle will surely knock down your realm.”
The demonic rules released by Feima Wang clashed with the talisman patterns radiating from Zhang Ruochen in the starry sky, creating tens of thousands of thunderbolts that annihilated countless heaven and earth rules.
Zhang Ruochen’s figure flickered, crossing star regions to appear above Feima Wang, pressing down with a palm.
It came too suddenly. Feima Wang didn’t even have time to lure Zhang Ruochen into the Void World.
In her vision, the starry sky above her head vanished, replaced by a boundless palm, covered with countless talisman patterns.
Feima Wang had long known that Zhang Ruochen was no longer the same, but this oppressive feeling still suffocated her, making it hard to resist.
The talisman hand imprisoned her.
As the five fingers contracted, Feima Wang’s demonic body emitted cracking sounds, as if her flesh were about to be crushed.
Although she was at the early Indestructible Infinite level, her combat power was far inferior to that of a contemporary early Indestructible Infinite, with many flaws. Facing Zhang Ruochen one-on-one was nothing short of suicide.
Feima Wang showed no fear, saying, “Zhang Ruochen, today is your death day!”
As her words fell,
Boom!
The starry sky where she and Zhang Ruochen stood collapsed entirely. Trillions of miles of space shattered, swallowing countless stars.
The talisman hand Zhang Ruochen had formed was shattered by this unknown force, and Feima Wang escaped.
Zhang Ruochen stood in the shattered space, feeling his body being pulled downward. His gaze was calm as he looked into the depths of the void. There, two enormous eyeballs floated at the end of the darkness.
The eyeballs were like deep pools.
But this was due to the great distance. Up close, they would be colossal, like two dark oceans.
Behind the two eyeballs floated the majestic Sword God Temple.
Within the temple, the Sword Source Divine Tree was shrouded in eerie dark power, its light extremely dim.
Several powerful figures stood inside the temple, locking onto Zhang Ruochen with their divine thoughts, their killing intent boiling as if they harbored deep grudges.
The Yan Lord approached from behind, using the four demon banners to protect himself, leading the four clan demon shadows to seal off Zhang Ruochen’s retreat. He laughed, “Zhang Ruochen, I recognized the origin of that black hand you control long ago. Using it will surely bring disaster. Now, do you realize it wasn’t you hunting me, but I who deliberately led you to use that black hand?”
Zhang Ruochen said, “And how do you know I didn’t deliberately use the black hand to lure them out? The Heavenly Mother is almost here!”
“The Heavenly Mother won’t be coming!”
From within the Sword God Temple, Wan Qi’s voice rang out.