The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
Then I’ll fulfill your wish myself!” Tan Yun tightly gripped the hilt of the giant sword still lodged through his chest with his right hand and slowly pulled it out of his body! Then her beautiful lips curved into a faint smile as her pleasant voice echoed to millions of people: “This envoy hereby announces that the 1st person selected in this recruitment — Tan Yun — has officially become a disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect!” The moment the announcement ended— Her gaze shifted toward Wang Tian...
Ignoring Wang Tianyou’s desperate pleas, Tan Yun pulled his blood-soaked left hand out of Wang Fuchen’s chest.
Wang Fuchen’s body immediately collapsed into a pool of blood!
Tan Yun’s eyes were icy cold as he stared at the corpse before him, recalling how he had nearly been torn to pieces by the other party just moments ago.
He spoke word by word:
“You like tearing people into pieces, don’t you…? Then I’ll fulfill your wish myself!”
Tan Yun tightly gripped the hilt of the giant sword still lodged through his chest with his right hand and slowly pulled it out of his body!
Throughout the entire process, he did not even frown, as if this body did not belong to him!
“No!”
Under Wang Tianyou’s grief-stricken gaze, Tan Yun raised the sword and slashed once. A flash of blade light burst forth—
And Wang Fuchen’s body was chopped into pieces!
“Young Master Wang is dead…”
“Young Master Wang is dead!”
“…”
Millions of citizens shouted in shock when they saw Wang Fuchen’s horrifying corpse on the Creation Platform!
If they had not seen it with their own eyes, it would have been impossible to believe that the number 1 genius of Meteor City had been killed by an unknown youth!
“Fuchen… my son!”
Wang Tianyou staggered toward the shattered remains and cried uncontrollably like a madman.
He wished with all his heart to kill Tan Yun immediately, but his reason told him that he could not do so!
If he killed Tan Yun, he would certainly enrage the Holy Envoy!
Wang Tianyou knelt on the stage, his body trembling as murky tears flowed endlessly.
In his heart, he silently swore:
“Fuchen, rest in peace. Do not worry. I will immediately send someone to the Huangfu Sacred Sect to inform your cousin of your death… and have him avenge you!”
Clang!
After throwing the giant sword onto the ground, Tan Yun stood unsteadily on the platform, forcing himself not to collapse!
His condition was extremely horrifying.
The skin across his entire body was torn apart, fresh blood flowing everywhere. The skull on his forehead was clearly exposed.
Especially the 1 broken rib and the wound where the giant sword had pierced through his chest!
The pain had numbed every nerve in his body.
Yet in his bloodshot eyes, there was not the slightest trace of suffering.
There was only the joy of surviving death!
Mu Mengyi stared at Tan Yun, then slowly rose from her seat.
A complicated light flashed in her beautiful eyes as she murmured softly to herself:
“Facing Wang Fuchen, he first lured the enemy by pretending to be weak… then delivered a killing blow in a single strike…”
“I misjudged him. He is not reckless and ignorant, but decisive and resolute!”
At this moment, Mu Mengyi finally understood.
The reason Tan Yun could kill Wang Fuchen with his bare hands was because he possessed a terrifying ability to challenge opponents of higher realms!
In truth, Tan Yun was rather proud.
If he had been in perfect condition, with Primordial Divine Steps and Primordial Ice Flame, he could have killed Wang Fuchen within 10 moves!
Mu Mengyi looked at Tan Yun with admiration and asked softly:
“What is your name?”
Tan Yun replied weakly:
“Reporting to the Senior Envoy, this junior is named Tan Yun.”
Mu Mengyi nodded slightly. Then her beautiful lips curved into a faint smile as her pleasant voice echoed to millions of people:
“This envoy hereby announces that the 1st person selected in this recruitment — Tan Yun — has officially become a disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect!”
The moment the announcement ended—
Her gaze shifted toward Wang Tianyou, who was drowning in grief. Then she spoke with a meaningful tone:
“City Lord Wang, according to the rules of the selection, every participant must leave their life to fate. Personal revenge is forbidden, and it is even more forbidden to cause trouble for Tan Yun’s family.”
“Anyone who violates this rule… will be killed without mercy. Do you understand?”
Wang Tianyou lowered his head.
“Lord Envoy, I understand.”
But within his clouded eyes, a flash of hatred quietly passed.
Mu Mengyi walked gracefully toward Tan Yun and said:
“Your injuries are extremely serious. Where is your hometown?”
“I will send you back to recover for 2–3 days before we depart for the Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
“Thank you for your kindness, Envoy. I’m fine,” Tan Yun said in an extremely weak voice. “After I inform my family that I have entered the Sacred Sect, it will not be too late for us to depart.”
Mu Mengyi gently shook her head.
“There is no need to send any message. Whenever a disciple enters the Sacred Sect, the sect will send someone to that disciple’s home to deliver the good news.”
After saying this, she spoke no further.
She slightly raised her jade-like arm and waved her hand lightly.
Suddenly, the cry of a crane echoed from the sky.
A few moments later, a Spirit Crane descended from the heavens and landed on the Creation Platform.
“Spirit Tiger,” Mu Mengyi murmured.
The Ice-Flame Spirit Tiger, which stood over 100 zhang tall, instantly transformed into a purple beam of light and shot into the Spirit Beast Bag hanging at her waist.
Then Tan Yun endured the pain and jumped onto the back of the crane.
Mu Mengyi sat on the Spirit Crane, and it soared into the sky.
In the blink of an eye, the figures of the two disappeared from above the Creation Platform, flying toward the eastern horizon through the vast sea of clouds…
“City Lord, please restrain your grief!”
Among the millions of citizens, some spoke sincerely, while others merely offered polite words of comfort to Wang Tianyou.
“Old Steward!”
After Wang Tianyou shouted,
an elderly man around 60 years old appeared from the crowd. His figure flickered a few times before he leaped onto the Creation Platform.
He bowed respectfully.
“This old servant is here, my lord.”
Wang Tianyou gritted his teeth tightly before giving the order in a low voice.
“Go to the Huangfu Sacred Sect immediately and inform Tong’er about Chen’er’s death!”
“Yes, my lord.”
After receiving the order, the old steward raised his hand slightly and made a subtle throat-cutting gesture.
“Should this old servant also deal with Tan Yun’s family?”
Wang Tianyou spoke coldly.
“Once he becomes a disciple of the Huangfu Sacred Sect, his family will be protected by the sect. Do not touch anyone in his family.”
“We must kill Tan Yun first. After that, we will find an opportunity to wipe out his entire clan!”
The Spirit Crane ridden by Mu Mengyi was a Level 1 spirit beast in its adult stage. It was famous for its flying speed and could travel 30,000 li per day.
It was 3 times faster than Tan Yun’s Level 1 Blood-Winged Spirit Lion in the growth stage.
The white crane streaked across the blue sky like a bolt of white lightning.
Despite flying at such a high speed, it remained astonishingly stable.
Tan Yun, who sat cross-legged on its back, did not feel the slightest vibration.
His entire body was covered in blood. Pain was written across his face, and his eyes were tightly closed.
He was silently healing his injuries at a speed 10 times faster than an ordinary person.
Mu Mengyi sat cross-legged opposite him, her eyes half-closed.
Her demeanor remained as cold and distant as ever, making her difficult to approach…
Time passed quickly.
Half a month went by.
The Spirit Crane carried them across hundreds of cities of the Huangfu Sacred Dynasty.
Eventually, they entered the vast and boundless Heaven-Punishing Mountain Range, which stretched for billions of li.
Tan Yun continued to sit cross-legged on the crane’s back.
With his abnormal and powerful recovery ability, all of his injuries had completely healed.
Aside from his slightly pale face,
there were almost no traces of injury left.
Mu Mengyi stared at Tan Yun, who was meditating with his eyes closed.
When she thought about the changes he had undergone during the past half month,
her beautiful eyes revealed unconcealable shock.
Her heart surged like towering waves.
“Without taking a single pill, the missing flesh on his forehead and the wounds all over his body recovered completely in just 3 days!”
“Normally, a cultivator at the 7th level of the Spirit Embryo Realm whose rib was broken by a sword would need at least 3 months to recover… yet he only needed 10 days!”
“His chest was pierced by a sword… but he recovered in just 12 days...”
Mu Mengyi was utterly shocked.
“How did he manage to do that?”
While Mu Mengyi was deep in thought,
Tan Yun, who was meditating, suddenly twitched his nose slightly.
With his keen senses, he felt that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around them had suddenly become much denser.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Looking down at the towering peaks and mist-shrouded mountains below,
a feeling of exhilaration surged within his heart.
He could not help but exclaim,
“So this is the Heaven-Punishing Mountain Range? The scenery is truly magnificent!”
After sighing in admiration,
Tan Yun stood up on the back of the crane and looked forward.
Amid the swirling clouds and mist,
countless lush green peaks stretched endlessly into the distance—
towering so high that they seemed to block out the sky itself.
--Translated by likesnovel--