Chapter 583: Chapter 583 Challenger
But what is the situation now?
Is Li Yicai still in hiding? Does he have other plans?
"Sect... Leader! You... you didn’t lose, did you? You must have other strategies, right? You..."
These were the frantic thoughts of the elderly Dao practitioner nearby, who even shouted at Li Yicai in desperation.
Yet when people looked at him, they shook their heads.
To rely on hidden authority?
To hope for other strategies?
If that were the case, wouldn’t Li Yicai’s dignity be shattered? Would he kneel before Yang Tian’s feet?
At this moment, although none wanted to believe it, they also understood—the world’s foremost cultivator, Li Yicai, had truly been defeated!
Even the elder Duan Nong from the Jianling Sect took a deep breath and pulled Xiao Daoyin back. "Enough!" The Sect Leader has been defeated; this is fact! We must plan our next steps. Don’t forget, he’s a monster!"
After finishing his statement, Duan Zhigang immediately glared at Yang Tian with murderous intent.
To regenerate a devil?
Upon hearing those words, Xiao Daoyin was utterly shocked. The others suddenly snapped out of their disbelief over Li Yicai’s defeat.
Indeed!
Yang Tian is fundamentally different from them and unlike any other challenger!
He is a monster!
He is the true enemy of cultivators pursuing the path of enlightenment!
Just think about it—here, led by Gongyang Yun, assisted by Duan Nong, with four sects and one valley—all the sect practitioners began silently placing their hands on their magic treasures, their icy gazes masking hints of murderous intent!
From their perspective, the defeat of the foremost cultivator by another was an utter disgrace to the entire cultivation domain!
Most importantly, they all knew that Yang Tian’s ability to recover was limited by time.
Though they didn’t know the exact duration, the limit would inevitably arrive.
And once it did, Yang Tian would become as weak as an ant to them, vulnerable to being crushed effortlessly!
They held their breath and stared at the departing Yang Tian.
Yang Tian slowly lifted his head, cold indifference gleaming in his gaze as he swept it over the crowd.
Boom!
In that instant, everyone felt an immense, crushing pressure, akin to the weight of Mount Taishan. Their hands, poised to draw magical weapons, faltered under the overwhelming force, forcing them to bend lower.
Their knees buckled under the strain, almost driving them to kneel upon the ground they could no longer resist.
"Damn it!"
Many wanted to look away from Yang Tian and muster all their strength to resist, but at this moment, all they could see was a pair of indifferent eyes!
Yang Tian’s eyes!
"Do you want to die?"
Yang Tian gazed at the crowd, and a path seemed to open faintly before him.
A wave of tension surged forth!
In that instant, everyone felt as though their bodies and spirits were no longer their own. All that remained were those eyes and the deep fear they instilled.
With the sound of Yang Tian’s low and commanding voice, no longer could anyone bear the strain. All sank heavily to their knees, unable to summon the faintest thought of resistance!
"I do not dare to defy you!"
Surrendering in unison, after enduring immense pressure, they finally voiced the collective fear dwelling within their hearts!
At that moment, they wholly succumbed to the terror within.
Yang Tian—one man, commanding the submission of thousands!
As for Bai Xiaoting, the former master of France’s martial sect, he sighed deeply and said, "The heavens have truly changed. The heavens have changed indeed."
...
Which sect would rise and which would fall after the Great Summit has always been a point of great concern among cultivators in the realm of truth.
For within the dynamics of the summit, they could perceive which sect would dominate the cultivation domain for the next four centuries.
Who would rule the southeastern and northwestern regions?
Even they themselves would eagerly await reports of victorious challenges brought back by their sect leaders and elders, anticipating their own sects joining the illustrious ranks of the "Three Sects and Four Gates, plus One Valley!"
But this time, when the force of the Big Separation Fist echoed across the cultivation domain, it left everyone wide-eyed in utter disbelief, with many shedding tears of shock!
And all this was because of a single name—a name that returned as Primordial Venerate!
They did not know from where he came, nor did they understand his origins, yet news of him detonated within their hearts like bombs—or perhaps like nuclear blasts!
Surrendering to the boundless sea of "chaos" and the "capital of chaos," killing the King of Night, forcing the King of Day into submission, and concentrating all malevolent forces upon the immeasurable oceans!
Ghost King Sect defeated, Gui Ku slain, Gui La silenced, Bai Mei obliterated, and the Five Elders crushed! Even the Ghost King himself fell into despair.
"My lord... Primordial Venerate! I cannot decide on some matters; I must defer to your will!"
Standing before Yang Tian in submission, the leader of the Han Sect and one of the "Two Families, Four Gates, One Valley," Gongyang Yun, hesitated for a moment before slowly lifting his head to ask Yang Tian.
Even though Yang Tian had already reverted to an early-stage Spirit Realm state, the faint aura emanating from him was insuppressible, commanding overwhelming respect.
Gongsun Yun dared not show even a hint of arrogance!
For he remembered clearly—in Dabie City, he and countless other grand cultivators surrendered beneath Yang Tian’s feet. It began with his piercing gaze and those terrifying words that crushed their psyches!
Secondly, they recalled vividly—the moment Yang Tian strode forth cloaked in the devil’s golden body. Even when entire kingdoms fell, they could not harm him!
Most of all, Yang Tian, exhausted from Li Yicai’s attacks, still managed to break free from Heaven and Earth’s binding laws in mere moments. This absolute defiance of natural principles left them in despair each time they reflected upon it.
Thus, in the end, their utter capitulation spread across the cultivation world. Yet perhaps to preserve their fractured pride, they refrained from calling Yang Tian a mere cultivator and instead granted him the title of "Heavenly Mother."
Looking at the trembling Gongyang Yun before him, Yang Tian’s expression remained unwavering, though laughter stirred within his heart.
A family knows its own best!
If the protective bracelet on his wrist could remain operational indefinitely, then at the dawn of Dabie City, would Yang Tian still wield such domain-defying power by merely resisting Li Yicai’s oppressive strikes?
Of course not!
In those final moments, despite the bracelet’s temporary utility, Yang Tian recovered his original strength. But this recovery came at an exorbitant cost.
And that cost was the complete depletion of the bracelet’s power!
That’s correct!
Yang Tian’s protective bracelet had now lost all its functions. This meant that within this deceptive realm, Yang Tian could no longer manipulate the rules of Heaven and Earth, nor could he wield suppressive power—his essence remained bound to the early-stage Spirit Realm!
Still, even so, Yang Tian harbored no fear.
Because only he knew the truth about the broken bracelet. Untold by others, those standing before him remained entrenched in their fear of him!
"How lamentable! Such a rare Obsidian Space ends up squandered like this."
Yang Tian sighed faintly in his heart, though his face betrayed no emotion, and he turned to Gongyang Yun and the others. With a smirk curling at his lips, he questioned, "What is the matter?"
"Speak."
"As you command!"
Seeing Yang Tian’s commanding demeanor, Gongyang Yun quickly replied, "Alright. We’ve long controlled the Spirit Realm across the southeastern and northwestern regions, including Tonghua Island. Three Sects, Four Gates, and One Valley—though there were fluctuations in history with the Great Summit’s trials, none have resembled today..."
At this moment, Gongyang Yun looked at Yang Tian and stopped speaking.
But his intent was clear—Three Sects, Four Gates, One Valley—one of the original Three Sects, Ghost Sect’s ancestral lineage, perished at the hands of Yang Tian, Tianxing, and the elders. The remaining members were insignificant, with even the name of Ghost King Sect utterly eradicated.