Heavenly Emperor's Creation Hand – Heaven-Slaying Sword!!
Heavenly Emperor's Creation Hand – Mountain God Seal!!
Heavenly Emperor's Creation Hand – Thunder Pool!!
As Yi Tianxing closed in, three techniques in succession blasted toward the Bodhi Daoist without the slightest hesitation. A cold, glinting war sword carried the intent of heaven-slaying; with one strike, Wisdom Sword was sent flying, its blade chipped from the overwhelming sharpness. Though the damage was quickly repaired—as wisdom is eternal and the Wisdom Sword endures—the force behind the blow was torrential, sending the Bodhi Daoist reeling backward once again.
His expression turned heavy, and a flicker of fear flashed in his eyes. He hadn't expected that the Da Yi Emperor, whom he had previously only known by name, could possess such terrifying power. That sword was far stronger than before. Its power had now surged fourfold—fully integrating the strength of the three previous battle techniques.
At the same time, as the Bodhi Daoist staggered back, Yi Tianxing struck again. The Mountain God Seal fell from above, an enormous seal of black and yellow crushing down with the weight of ten thousand mountains. Even space was sealed; the air itself seemed to freeze.
"Mandala Womb Realm Barrier!!"
The Bodhi Daoist's face changed drastically. With a sharp shout, a resplendent mandala flower blossomed beneath his feet and rapidly enveloped the surrounding void, forming a powerful barrier. The Mandala Womb Realm—a perfected defense—was nearly flawless, without a single visible weakness. Its defensive strength was extreme.
Boom!!
And yet, when the Mountain God Seal slammed into the Mandala Womb Realm Barrier, the entire barrier twisted violently and was forcibly shattered by the overpowering force. Just as the Wisdom Sword had been knocked away and before the Bodhi Daoist could recover, the broken barrier gave way and the Mountain God Seal smashed directly onto his head.
His skull was flattened on the spot. Blood spewed from his seven orifices—blood laced with fire.
That fire... was the fury in his heart.
Though the blow didn't kill him—his head was hard enough for that—his face had been completely trampled underfoot. His topknot had come undone; he now looked like a madman, hair in disarray. Even though his head soon regenerated, his expression darkened so much it could drip ink.
Never had he imagined being beaten so miserably by a junior.
His dignity was utterly shattered.
But Yi Tianxing gave him no time to retaliate.
The next instant, a Thunder Pool struck forward, exploding into a storm of divine lightning. The entire sky became a sea of thunder. Bolts of divine lightning mercilessly rained down on the Bodhi Daoist. In just a single breath, his hair was incinerated, leaving swollen welts all over his charred body. Each bolt split the void from heaven to earth.
"You go too far!"
The Bodhi Daoist roared in fury, flames spurting from his nose.
But Yi Tianxing was unfazed.
I don't care who you are or which mighty figure you are. You dare lay hands on the Heavenly Emperor's Tower? Then die. Even if you're a mighty being—I'll beat you until you're nothing but paste!
Heavenly Emperor's Creation Hand – Time Pocket Watch!!
Heavenly Emperor's Creation Hand – Yin-Yang Axe!!
A time pocket watch appeared in the air. Instantly, time froze around it.
Then, Yi Tianxing gripped the Yin-Yang Axe and, like a god splitting heaven and earth, swung it down without hesitation.
Crack!!
A crisp tearing sound rang out. The entire world seemed to fall silent. Everything froze.
Everyone who witnessed the moment instinctively gaped in utter shock.
Fast!
It was impossibly fast—so fast that no one could react in time.
Since gaining the upper hand, Yi Tianxing had been relentless. Each attack crushed the Bodhi Daoist further—strike after strike, each more domineering than the last. He showed no hesitation. He charged in, smashed, and kept smashing.
His momentum made the hearts of every onlooker tighten involuntarily, to the point of breathlessness. Deep inside, a seed of fear began to sprout.
A terrifying thought: There is no resisting this man.
"A fine Lord of the Da Yi Emperor Dynasty, a peerless emperor under the heavens. The name Yi Emperor... truly lives up to its legend. But the days ahead are long. Killing me carries karmic consequences. You and I... are fated."
At that moment, the Bodhi Daoist seemed to regain complete calm. He looked at Yi Tianxing, a strange light flashing in his eyes, and slowly uttered those words.
As he spoke, his entire form suddenly disintegrated—and in his place appeared an immense tree, over a thousand feet tall.
A golden Bodhi Tree.
Each leaf bore a divine pattern: dragons, phoenixes, qilins, birds, beasts, Buddhas, immortals, deities, demons. It was as if all things in creation were etched into its leaves, each exuding its own Daoist resonance.
Its slightest sway emitted ancient celestial sounds, filling the heart with enlightenment, wisdom, and ease.
But—the tree had been split in two.
Its life force was vanishing rapidly.
The soul within—the Bodhi Daoist—had been destroyed. Frozen by Time Pocket Watch, then cleaved by the Yin-Yang Axe—its yin and yang power erased him utterly. Irreversible.
"A Bodhi Sacred Tree, an innate divine root... What a treasure. Killing a reincarnated sage really does bring great fortune."
Yi Tianxing's eyes lit up. The Bodhi Tree symbolized wisdom. Legend had it that its Bodhi Fruits could awaken consciousness, vastly increase wisdom, and raise comprehension to unfathomable levels. Its benefits were immeasurable.
No less valuable than Peaches of Immortality or Ginseng Fruits.
Perhaps even more precious.
Without hesitation, beams of light flashed from his hand. Drops of Reincarnation Holy Liquid were poured onto the split tree.
The Reincarnation Holy Liquid, a supreme treasure, released mysterious reincarnation energy into the tree. The wounds began to close—seemingly reversing time.
Not only that—Yi Tianxing also poured Immortal Life Dew onto it. The healing speed increased dramatically. The vitality surging from the tree rose with every breath.
Before everyone's eyes, the tree that had been cleaved in two was healed. Its fading life force returned. Though still weak, its vitality was vibrant.
The Bodhi Tree was reborn.
Its spirit had revived naturally—but the Bodhi Daoist was gone for good.
"An innate divine root. A top-tier one at that."
Yi Tianxing's heart pounded with excitement. Without delay, he stored the Bodhi Tree into his body and planted it near the Jianmu Tree in his Life Aperture Dantian.
The moment it took root, tremendous energy surged from the Bodhi Tree, feeding the Dantian, causing it to expand wildly.
Unimaginable.
100 li...200 li...300 li...
The Life Aperture Dantian grew rapidly.
In the blink of an eye, it broke through to form a Small Thousand World—and continued to expand to a radius of 8,000 li.
The spiritual energy inside grew denser. The walls of this internal world became more resilient and solid. A complete transformation had taken place.
And none of this was visible to outsiders.
No one knew where the Bodhi Tree had gone—but they knew one thing: it was now in Yi Tianxing's possession.
A part of the Da Yi Emperor Dynasty's foundational strength.
As the Bodhi Daoist fell, a vast wave of fate energy rushed into Yi Tianxing's body. Even his destiny seemed to evolve. The shackles of the world no longer bound him.
Ding!!
Hovering in the sky was a golden sword—the Wisdom Sword—still suspended in place. It hadn't vanished. It remained.
Undeniably, it was Yi Tianxing's spoils of war.
"Innate Spirit Treasure—Wisdom Sword!!"
Yi Tianxing stretched out his hand, and the sword flew to him. The moment he gripped it, a strange sense of affinity surged in his heart.
But then—a mysterious force descended.
The Wisdom Sword transformed into a stream of light and shot toward his forehead. Rather than wounding him, it vanished into his Sea of Consciousness.
"It entered the Spirit Sea Aperture...?"
Yi Tianxing was startled. A thought placed him instantly within his Sea of Consciousness.
This aperture had already birthed the God-Slaying Blade, its power immense. Now, the Wisdom Sword had arrived.
He instinctively felt something amiss—worried the sword might disrupt his sea of consciousness.
Floating between illusion and reality, the Wisdom Sword was the embodiment of supreme wisdom. It could see through and destroy all things—real or illusory. It was the Bodhi Daoist's lifebound treasure, his protective artifact.
Now, upon arriving, it immediately sensed the presence of the God-Slaying Blade.
Without hesitation... it flew straight toward it.