Ch. 901 - Seventeenth Form of Dao-Seeking: God Desolation

Seeing this scene, Ancestor White Tiger Elder once again praised: "The consciousness body you condensed is becoming more and more perfect, and it already has various emotions. The destruction it carries is also stronger. Looks like you’ve already grasped the essence."

Once again, Ancestor White Tiger Elder extended his right hand. The roaring phantom in his palm gradually solidified. It was a white tiger with slanted eyes.

Its body was covered in black and white stripes, and the beastly might radiating from it was even fiercer than that of a true dragon.

Ancestor White Tiger stood a hundred feet tall, and it clashed with Imperial Wrath.

The purple Imperial Wrath had thick earlobes with a huge earring dangling from them.

When Shadow Tyrant slashed down, the endless blade intent was nearly frenzied.

But Ancestor White Tiger was even stronger than imagined.

Its claws were incomparably tough, directly blocking the strike.

Sparks flew, igniting blazing flames.

The next moment, Ancestor White Tiger pounced, opening its massive bloody maw, its fangs filled with a strong stench of blood.

It bit off the Imperial Wrath’s head in one go.

"Fourteenth Form: Samsara Reversal, Fifteenth Form: Heaven-Burial."

When yin and yang are reversed, with my demonic blood I stain the sky.

In an instant, mountains and rivers collapsed, space-time shattered.

Yin and yang reversed, the starry river fell.

This strike threw the world’s rules into chaos, yin-yang fish dancing on the tip of the blade.

One slash came down, Ancestor White Tiger roared in fury, trying to block.

But its figure shattered in a twisted fashion upon contact with the blade.

"Interesting, not only breaking the rules but reversing them as well," Ancestor White Tiger said with a smile.

He waved his right hand again, and another white tiger condensed.

This one was visibly different from the last.

Its stripes were not only black and white but laced with golden streaks.

On its forehead, a third eye opened.

Its ears perked slightly, and in its gaze was a trace of majesty.

Its claws in particular looked sharper, as if they had evolved.

Its body was covered in thick fur, exuding a terrifying aura as it stared at Xu Zimo.

Its body tilted back slightly, then it lunged forward.

The Form of Heaven-Burial slashed out.

The sky’s curtain was once again pulled into darkness.

This slash carried endless darkness, as though it could bury all things.

It carried the ultimate of destruction, the final point of burial.

But that very slash was caught in Ancestor White Tiger’s jaws. The destructive intent upon it was swallowed whole.

Ancestor White Tiger’s massive head shook violently, tossing both the saber and Xu Zimo away.

"Impressive," Xu Zimo steadied himself and praised.

Along his journey, he had seen many powerful beings. He had seen God Emperor, who stood as a Grand Emperor.

Unfortunately, he had never fought them. First, because his strength had not been enough before; even if he had fought, it wouldn’t have brought much benefit. Second, because they were his own people.

But this time, the opponent was someone at the Nirvana Void Realm.

And that truly allowed Xu Zimo to feel a trace of fear, even smallness.

He couldn’t help but think of the realms beyond.

Saint Sovereign? Infinite Dao?

And ultimately, the Twelve Meridian Gates?

How powerful must such existences be?

The beings beyond the heavens filled him with both excitement and gravity.

"Boy, I’m becoming more curious about your later moves," Ancestor White Tiger Elder said with a grin.

"Nineteen Forms of Dao-Seeking, Sixteenth Form: Lifeless. Seventeenth Form: God Desolation."

Lifeless represented infinity, but also the beginning of all.

At the dawn of an epoch, all heaven and earth, all things, were within a single point.

Even the vast universe and countless stars were but a dot.

Outside the universe was still the universe, for it was endless. Lifeless birthed all things.

One became two, two became three, three birthed all creation.

This strike slashed down as though a brand new world was being condensed and evolving upon the blade.

Although this world was fleeting as a blossom,

It truly existed for that moment.

This was Lifeless, striking with the power of an illusory world.

Ancestor White Tiger roared once more, not retreating but advancing, its claws gripping the blade.

But in that moment, drops of crimson blood flowed from its paws.

The blade was slowly cutting into its flesh.

"Good, very good," Ancestor White Tiger Elder said with a smile.

He raised his right hand, letting out a low shout, "War Celestial!"

A streak of cyan spiritforce flashed and shot into Ancestor White Tiger’s body.

The next moment, Ancestor White Tiger underwent another transformation.

Its size swelled dozens of times larger, with eight faces and eight heads.

Eight legs, eight tails, its form appearing utterly strange.

This white tiger’s two front claws gripped Shadow Tyrant, while the other claws and bloody maws all lunged at Xu Zimo.

Xu Zimo frowned slightly.

This white tiger had, from beginning to end, used no techniques.

It had relied only on pure defense and raw power to clash against his attacks.

No matter how his Forms changed, it could not be destroyed.

He swung Shadow Tyrant once more, unleashing the Seventeenth Form: God Desolation.

God Desolation, this was the name of a Particle World that Xu Zimo had once fallen into in a past life.

That small world had been forged by the God Desolation Emperor.

But it was not like the God World.

Xu Zimo’s God World had perfect rules and was a true world.

God Desolation, on the other hand, was incomplete from birth. After experiencing turmoil, it was ultimately destroyed.

Xu Zimo had once read the notes left by the God Desolation Emperor.

They recorded his legacy.

Though much of it was of little use, some parts were invaluable.

Xu Zimo slowly raised Shadow Tyrant. This was the Law of God Desolation.

The so-called God Desolation Dao states that through all martial paths, one could become a god.

This god was not the God Meridian Realm, but a true god, the kind that existed before even the Desolate Era of the Primordial Heartlands, older still, a being of the Legendary Era that had already vanished in the river of history.

At this moment, Xu Zimo was like a true god descending.

Shadow Tyrant in his hand, domineering and unmatched, he stood alone above the world.

Shadow Tyrant tore apart the starry river, scolded the seas, carrying the intent of a true god’s descent.

As if whispers of the Legendary Era resounded.

Time and space reversed, as though returning to that era when gods stood side by side on a vast earth.

"Looks like you’ve had quite the fortunes," Ancestor White Tiger Elder laughed. "But it’s a bit coincidental. This white tiger of mine is also a god."

"War Celestial," Ancestor White Tiger raised its head, roaring at the sky.

That roar carried a certain intent, such that one could understand it.

In the sound, it was as though the words "War Celestial" resonated long and proudly.

In the Legendary Era, there was once a race called War.

They revered the tiger as their totem, and the god they worshiped was War Celestial.

It had eight heads and eight faces, eight legs and eight tails.

It was said that nine was the limit of heaven and earth, and in its cultivation it had only been one step away.

Ancestor White Tiger and Shadow Tyrant clashed again.

A massive mushroom cloud erupted with an earth-shattering explosion, shaking heaven and earth as it soared into the skies.

The aftermath sent all those fighting nearby flying.

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