The Supreme Being Against Heaven

Tan Yun approached Duan Zhen, bowed respectfully, and said,
“Disciple Tan Yun pays respects to the fee collector. I wish to ask, what must I do to enter the Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda at the highest level?”

“Hahaha, Tan Yun, you are truly a talented young man!” Duan Zhen smiled with satisfaction, looking at Tan Yun with admiration. “I’ve also heard that you killed Li Zi’an with a seventh-level Primordial Mind power.”

“Even so, you may still not be able to enter the highest-level pagoda.”

“Why?” Tan Yun asked respectfully.

“Until now, only those whose personal power ranks within the top 200 of all 60,000 disciples of the Wooden Realm sect may enter,” Duan Zhen chuckled lightly. “Li Zi’an ranks 298th in the Wooden Realm sect. Even though you killed him, he was severely injured and almost didn’t survive. Therefore, it’s better not to enter.”

“Thank you for the warning. I understand,” Tan Yun said, neither humble nor arrogant. “But I still wish to try.”

“Very well! Such ambition is commendable. I support you,” Duan Zhen praised. Then he continued, “The highest-level Space-Time Pagoda opens only once every three months, and only one and a half months have passed. If you wish to try climbing the pagoda, you must wait another one and a half months. I will look forward to seeing your performance.”

“I understand,” Tan Yun replied, secretly sighing with slight disappointment. “Fee collector, I will first cultivate in the middle-level Space-Time Pagoda.”

“Hmm…” Duan Zhen gave a faint smile. “You’re very lucky, young man. In half an hour, a disciple named Ye Ling will emerge from seclusion in Pagoda No. 666. Since you have already paid the fee, you can prepare now.”

“Excellent! Thank you very much, fee collector,” Tan Yun said joyfully. He had expected to wait long, but now a pagoda was available for him to enter.

“Sir, I will cultivate for 18 days. There are 900,000 mid-grade Spirit Stones here to consider. Ya Wen, please watch,” Tan Yun said, spinning the jade disc in his hand, revealing the mid-grade Spirit Stones piled high on the floor.

Duan Zhen’s eyes widened in surprise; he did not expect an ordinary lowly disciple to possess so many Spirit Stones.

“The entrance fee for one day in the pagoda is 5 million low-grade Spirit Stones. For 18 days, 900,000 mid-grade Spirit Stones are just right.”

After checking with soul perception, Duan Zhen handed a token to Tan Yun, saying,
“This is the pagoda entry token. Return it when your seclusion ends.”

“Understood, sir. I will take my leave,” Tan Yun accepted the token, smiled, and stepped out of the Permission Hall, heading toward Pagoda No. 666.

After Tan Yun left, Duan Zhen revealed the truth. He took the token from the jade table and spoke with a malicious tone,
“Ye Ling, it’s time for you to make your move.”

Immediately, a polite voice came from the token: “Yes, sir. Please instruct me.”

“Tan Yun killed Li Zi’an. The Twelfth Elder is furious and wants to tear him apart,” Duan Zhen sneered. “Earlier, Tan Yun wanted to enter seclusion. I told you that he will exit the pagoda in half an hour. Do you understand what to do?”

Ye Ling’s voice, filled with barely contained excitement, responded,
“I understand! In half an hour, I will stop my seclusion, exit on time, and find a way to kill him!”

“Hmm…” Duan Zhen smiled coldly and wickedly. “I trust you to handle him.”

…

Half an hour later, the door of Middle-Level Mustard Seed Space-Time Pagoda No. 666 slowly opened.

A handsome, graceful young disciple with a curved nose stepped out.

Hundreds of disciples from the twelve elders bowed and ran to gather outside Pagoda No. 666. Applause and praise rang out incessantly.

“Congratulations, Senior Ye! You have completed your seclusion! Your martial power has advanced greatly!”

“Congratulations on completing your seclusion, Senior Ye Ling. I believe your power now ranks within the top 150 of the Wooden Realm sect!”

“Indeed! Senior Ye Ling possesses excellent talent in the Twin Wind and Lightning Spirit. A genius among the twelve elders’ disciples!”

“Consider this: before seclusion, Senior Ye was ranked 160th in the Wooden Realm line. Now, reaching 150 is easy!”

“Hahaha, that’s true!”

“Senior Ye, we have come out to welcome you with honor!”

“...”

Amid the crowd’s praise and flattery, Ye Ling’s face suddenly turned cold. He pointed toward Tan Yun, who was twenty feet to his left, and whispered in a low voice,
“Say what you just said again!”

Although Ye Ling did not know Tan Yun personally, there was only one disciple wearing the assistant’s uniform in the Spirit Herb Garden. He was certain it was Tan Yun!

Tan Yun frowned.
“Elder Brother, did you hear me wrong? What did I say?”

“You lowly servant! Just now, while everyone was flattering me, you called me trash!” Ye Ling’s eyes were red with anger. “Your voice may sound soft, but I heard clearly. And you dare to argue? I thought your life was over!”

“Whoosh—”

The air around him trembled like cold water drops. Ye Ling’s figure blurred like wind, shooting across the sky in just a fraction of a second. His right palm unleashed a fierce blue lightning orb, aimed directly at Tan Yun’s chest!

In an instant, Tan Yun immediately understood from the disciples’ conversation that Ye Ling and the others were all disciples of Lu Wu!

He did not speak a word, yet he was accused and attacked. There was only one reason: he had killed Li Zi’an, the beloved disciple of the Twelfth Elder! This man used that as an excuse to strike him the moment he appeared!

Rage surged in Tan Yun’s heart. With a motion of his right arm, golden spiritual energy coiled around it like a serpent before releasing a mighty punch to counterattack!

“Bang!”

“Crack—!”

When his fist collided with Ye Ling’s palm, a storm of spiritual energy erupted. Fierce lightning intertwined with pale gold like a half-sized golden wheel, initially half a zhang wide, rapidly expanding to a diameter of ten zhang in an instant, causing the surrounding area to tremble!

“Whoosh—Boom!”

The explosion reverberated, blinding everyone with dazzling light. The immense force sent twenty spectators, all eighth-level Primordial Mind disciples, flying far away!

Eighty ninth-level Primordial Mind disciples closed their eyes and stepped back in panic.

Once everyone regained their stance, they were astonished to see the brilliant light gradually fade.

“Senior Ye’s palm is that strong! That assistant must be disintegrated!”

“Forget it. Don’t pretend. If you think about it, that assistant isn’t dead. Do you really think Senior Ye would risk breaking sect rules just to kill a lowly assistant?”

“If you ask me, that wasn’t even Senior Ye’s full strength. He must have held back, leaving the assistant with only half his life!”

“Mm, that’s true…” Suddenly, a disciple who had been nodding in agreement froze. He stared at the scene before him and whispered in disbelief,
“How is this possible?!”

All eyes turned toward the scene and froze immediately.

--Translated by likesnovel--