The Supreme Being Against Heaven
Chapter Summary
That’s why I must enter the Huangfu Sacred Sect.” In order to walk the path toward immortality and avenge himself as soon as possible, Tan Yun knew very well that only by relying on the cultivation resources of the Huangfu Sacred Sect could he grow rapidly. Meanwhile, Feng Jingru and Tan Changchun used the time to give Tan Yun advice about life in the future… Not long afterward, Tan Feng returned and handed Tan Yun a Qiankun Ring, inside of which were three hundred thousand middle-grade spirit s...
“Mother, I’m already grown up. You don’t need to worry this much.”
Tan Yun placed both hands on Feng Jingru’s shoulders, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
“Think about it. Liu Rulong disappeared for ten years. No one knows how strong he has become now. If one day he returns for revenge and his strength surpasses mine… our Tan Family would have no power to resist.”
“But if I can join the Huangfu Sacred Sect, at least I’ll be able to know my enemy and myself and find a way to eliminate him. Besides… I also need more cultivation resources. That’s why I must enter the Huangfu Sacred Sect.”
In order to walk the path toward immortality and avenge himself as soon as possible,
Tan Yun knew very well that only by relying on the cultivation resources of the Huangfu Sacred Sect could he grow rapidly.
Wangyue City was merely a small city.
The heaven and earth spiritual energy was thin, and cultivation resources were extremely limited.
Tan Yun understood clearly that this place was no longer suitable for his cultivation.
Seeing the determination in Tan Yun’s eyes, Feng Jingru fell silent for a moment before speaking slowly:
“Mother cannot decide this matter alone. Stay here for now. I’ll go call your father and your grandfather. If they agree… Mother won’t stop you.”
After speaking, Feng Jingru sighed softly and walked out of the room.
Not long after,
Tan Changchun and Tan Feng hurried to the Cloud Pavilion, with Feng Jingru following behind them.
“My dear grandson, your mother has already told us everything about your plan.”
Tan Changchun looked at Tan Yun with a serious expression, his voice filled with concern.
“The disciple recruitment of the Huangfu Sacred Sect is extremely strict. Within our Huangfu Sacred Dynasty, there are 6,800 cities… yet each city can only recommend one disciple per year.”
“As for Yunliu City, there are ninety-nine small cities under its jurisdiction. One month from now, the geniuses of those cities will gather in Yunliu City to compete for that single quota.”
“At that time… the competition will surely be a life-and-death struggle.”
Tan Changchun paused briefly before continuing in a heavy tone:
“My dear grandson, if you participate in the selection, it means risking life and death. You must think it through carefully.”
After Tan Changchun finished speaking, Tan Feng added:
“Yun’er, a great man should not confine himself to his hometown. If you have truly made up your mind, your father will not stop you… but you should consider it carefully.”
“Grandfather, Father, I have already decided.”
Tan Yun spoke decisively.
“To make sure I don’t miss the selection, I plan to set out immediately.”
Seeing how determined Tan Yun was,
Feng Jingru forced a smile and nodded reluctantly.
Then she turned to Tan Feng.
“Dear husband, go bring the Blood-Winged Spirit Lion for Yun’er to ride, and prepare more spirit stones for him. After sending Yun’er off, we’ll return to receive the other family heads.”
“Alright.”
Tan Feng immediately strode out of the room.
Meanwhile, Feng Jingru and Tan Changchun used the time to give Tan Yun advice about life in the future…
Not long afterward,
Tan Feng returned and handed Tan Yun a Qiankun Ring, inside of which were three hundred thousand middle-grade spirit stones.
He also repeatedly instructed Tan Yun not to let himself suffer after entering the sect.
On the Heavenly Punishment Continent,
spirit stones were the main currency.
One top-grade spirit stone
was equivalent to 100 high-grade spirit stones,
or 10,000 middle-grade spirit stones,
or 1,000,000 low-grade spirit stones.
After Tan Yun received the Qiankun Ring,
a blue flash flickered across Tan Changchun’s fingertips.
Suddenly, a long sword with a blue blade appeared in his hand.
“My dear grandson, this is your grandfather’s top-grade spirit weapon sword. Take it with you.”
“Yes, Grandfather.”
Tan Yun stored the sword inside the Qiankun Ring before walking out to the courtyard with his parents and grandfather.
Suddenly—
Thud!
Tan Yun knelt on the ground and kowtowed respectfully.
“Grandfather, Father, Mother—you all have many matters to handle. There’s no need to escort me to Yunliu City. If I succeed in the selection, I will send someone back to report the good news.”
“Good child, go quickly. Don’t miss the selection.”
Feng Jingru said as she helped Tan Yun up, her eyes already reddening.
“Mother, I’ll be leaving now.”
Tan Yun then walked toward the Blood-Winged Spirit Lion lying in the center of the courtyard.
It was a first-rank spirit beast in its growth stage.
A pair of wings extended from its back,
and its enormous body was like a small hill.
Its entire body was covered in blood-red fur, giving it a fierce and terrifying appearance.
There were two major categories of beasts:
Demonic Beasts and Spirit Beasts.
Spirit beasts were simply demonic beasts that had been tamed by humans.
The levels of demonic beasts were divided into:
Birth Stage
Growth Stage
Mature Stage
Tribulation Stage
A Level-1 Demonic Beast — Initial Stage
Power equivalent to a cultivator at the 3rd level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
A Level-1 Demonic Beast — Growth Stage
Power equivalent to a cultivator at the 6th level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
A Level-1 Demonic Beast — Mature Stage
Power equivalent to a cultivator at the 9th level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
Although this Blood-Winged Spirit Lion was not as powerful as Tan Yun, its flying speed could reach ten thousand li per day, far faster than him.
Tan Yun leapt onto the lion’s back and stood firmly before speaking softly,
“Big fellow, let’s go.”
“ROAR!!!”
A thunderous roar shook the sky.
With a deep growl, the Blood-Winged Spirit Lion spread its wings—each over ten zhang long. Violent gusts of wind surged outward as it shot into the sky like a crimson bolt of lightning, piercing through the vast sea of clouds.
In the blink of an eye, its figure disappeared above Wangyue City.
Feng Jingru stood watching the back of her beloved son as he departed. Tears of reluctance welled up in her eyes.
“Primordial Chaos Qi Gathering Technique!”
Tan Yun sat cross-legged on the lion’s back as steadily as if he were on solid ground. His hands formed a seal before his chest.
At once, a vortex of spiritual energy rapidly gathered above his head before continuously pouring into the space between his brows.
After the spiritual energy entered the Spirit Pool, it transformed into streams of pale golden spiritual power.
During the next twenty-five days, Tan Yun traveled while cultivating from time to time. Eventually, he sensed the barrier of the Seventh Level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
Hope filled his eyes.
Then he began breaking through toward the next level!
In an instant, the abundant spiritual energy within the Spirit Pool began to gather and intertwine, slowly condensing together before gradually forming the seventh spirit embryo.
Three days later,
the seventh spirit-embryo well finally formed completely within the Spirit Pool.
That meant…
Tan Yun had successfully advanced to the Seventh Level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
Tan Yun suppressed the excitement in his heart and entered meditation once more. His consciousness sank into the Primordial Chaos Heart within the Spirit Pool.
Within that mental world,
he seemed like the lord of the Primordial Chaos world, floating in the air while looking down upon the vast ocean of Primordial Chaos divine liquid.
Suddenly,
a stream of the divine liquid surged from the surface like a dragon, rushing into the space between his brows and spreading throughout his entire body, tempering his flesh and bones.
The refinement process
felt as if countless iron needles were piercing through every part of his body.
Tan Yun clenched his teeth tightly, his face twisted with pain as cold sweat poured from his forehead.
Two days later…
It was almost noon.
Yunliu City was a small city within the Huangfu Sacred Dynasty, spanning about one hundred li in size.
Today was the disciple selection day of the Huangfu Sacred Sect.
Because of that, the entire city was filled with excitement and bustle.
At the center of the city,
within a massive plaza spanning eight li,
countless people were packed together. It was estimated that three million people had gathered there.
At the front of the plaza,
a towering platform several thousand zhang high stood prominently.
The Creation Platform.
This platform was not built from stone but was actually a low-grade spiritual weapon.
According to legend, thirty thousand years ago, the Huangfu Sacred Sect established it to select disciples and named it the Creation Platform.
(Weapon ranks: Spiritual Weapon → Spirit Artifact → Treasure Artifact…
Each rank is divided into Low, Mid, High, and Supreme.)
Over the past thirty thousand years,
countless participants in the selection had lost their lives on this very platform.
The blood that continuously flowed had completely eroded its original color.
Now it resembled a bloodthirsty beast crouching upon the earth.
Just looking at it sent chills down people’s spines.
Everyone knew well
that the disciple selection of the Huangfu Sacred Sect had two requirements:
Age must not exceed sixteen.
Cultivation must not be below the Sixth Level of the Spirit Embryo Realm.
At this moment,
there was an empty seat on the Creation Platform. On the table before it were all kinds of delicacies and spirit wine.
Beside the seat,
an elderly man with a hunched back stood waiting.
He was Wang Tianyou, the former City Lord of Yunliu.
It seemed that he was waiting for someone.
Below the platform,
there were 868 young men and women from various cities under Yunliu City.
Tan Yun was among them.
The heirs of various families stood in rows, their faces filled with anticipation.
Every single one of them was giving their all
to compete for the single available quota!
“The envoy from the sect should arrive soon. Everyone, please keep quiet…”
Wang Tianyou looked down at the three million people beneath the platform.
But before he could finish speaking—
suddenly,
the cry of a crane pierced through the sky!
Everyone immediately turned toward the direction of the sound.
They saw a crane flying from the western sky, cutting through the fierce winds.
Standing on its back
was a young girl.
She appeared to be only about ten years old.
Her eyebrows were slender like emerald feathers, and her skin was as white as snow.
Her long black hair cascaded down over her fragrant shoulders.
Her red dress fluttered in the wind, revealing her graceful and elegant figure.
Her waist was so slender it seemed one could grasp it with a single hand, delicate as though it might break with the slightest breeze.
The girl in red
was beautiful as if she had stepped out from a painting.
Or like a celestial fairy descending from the heavens.
Her presence made everyone feel insignificant, to the point that they didn’t even dare entertain improper thoughts.
“S-so beautiful…”
“She’s like a fairy…”
“How could such beauty exist in this world…”
The millions of people within the plaza widened their eyes, staring in astonishment at the girl in red riding the crane.
They could only sigh in admiration.
Because the girl in red
was perfectly beautiful.
Beautiful enough to take one’s breath away.
So beautiful that people could only sigh at the wondrous craftsmanship of the creator of this world.
--Translated by likesnovel--