Aspiring To The Immortal Path

Under the savage torrent of energy, everyone could see Wang Juemie's body glistening gold, standing in the center of the formation like a descending god.

All of the tattoos of the Horn Dragon Demon Body had lit up, transforming into a dragon totem that swam around his body, and his combat will had almost physical form, gathering into flames around him.

This intense combat will pushed back Tang Jie's demonized Astral Energy, the thick Life energy around Wang Juemie diluting it to nothing as soon as it got close.

"'Only I Am the Truth'!" Tang Jie narrowed his eyes. Although he didn't understand the principles of this Dao Art, he could tell that it was an immensely powerful one.

Wang Juemie had always taken a very simple and violent path of cultivation, and his Dao Art was no different.

Wang Juemie looked up at Tang Jie and laughed. "My will alone is imperishable and undying. Under 'Only I Am the Truth', no matter how many demonic flames you send at me, you won't even be able to harm a hair on my body!"

He began to stride toward Tang Jie, letting the energies of the Stellar Net Astral Demon Formation assail him, for it could do him no harm.

On the contrary, Wang Juemie began a new offensive. Empowered by the Dao Art, his punches were even more majestic, the blasts of wind from his thrusts sweeping over the world.

Tang Jie could finally see that this was a defensive Dao Art, one that used a formidable body as its foundation. One who entered the Dao of Life was already extremely difficult to kill, so taking this route wasn't unexpected.

And Wang Juemie's "Only I Am the Truth" clearly wasn't just a simple defense. That radiant combat will around him spurred him forward, and his Life energy turned into an endless sea, constantly pouring into his body and making him stronger.

Dao, art, and body had been perfectly combined, creating an expert who was blessed by the heavens, his supreme power radiating through the four quarters. The disciples of the Seven Absolutions Sect wanted to get on their knees in worship, and even Ji Qingfeng and the other True Lords were trembling with excitement.

Ji Qingfeng's hands shook as he said, "He succeeded! He finally succeeded!"

Whether he won or lost, the fact that Wang Juemie had created a Dao Art was enough to make him famous throughout the ages.

Of course, Tang Jie had also created a Dao Art, but it was clearly inferior to Wang Juemie's. At this moment, the formations within the Infinite Palace were being destroyed one by one, and Wang Juemie was getting closer and closer to Tang Jie. Moreover, as his combat will blazed, his strength grew to its apex, and his every word and action exuded the air of a tyrant.

This was the essence of Only I Am the Truth: No matter how fierce the storms are outside, only I stand majestic and unmoving, only I am the truth, standing above all and persisting through the eons, my foundations unchanging.

Tang Jie's Stellar Net Astral Demon Formation was destroyed by Wang Juemie. Although he still had the Sovereign Blade and the Ten Extinctions Blade, he also had his pride. Since Wang Juemie wasn't using weapons, he didn't want to use them either. In this scenario, the only thing he had that could threaten Wang Juemie was the Devil Crushing Fist.

But the price for using the Devil Crushing Fist was too great. While it could potentially defeat his foe in one blow, he would lay himself low in the process. And Wang Juemie seemed utterly untouchable, as if an entire army wouldn't be able to move him, so Tang Jie wasn't the least bit confident in his chances.

"This is quite the problem," Tang Jie couldn't help but mutter.

While he didn't say it very loudly, those Seven Absolutions Sect disciples who had focused on listening managed to catch it, and they all cheered in jubilation.

"The title of number one genius of the Rosecloud Domain belongs to my Seven Absolutions Sect!" someone cheered.

Cheers rose and fell across Brocade Harp Peak.

Only Mu Yi was frowning, muttering, "Great Brother is still too stubborn." fre(e)webno(v)el

Meanwhile, Wang Juemie was still charging toward Tang Jie, having already destroyed the formation. Fortunately, this formation was linked to the Infinite Palace, so even if it was destroyed, Tang Jie could quickly rebuild, and all it would cost him was spiritual energy and Five Elements power.

Even so, rather than reconstruct, Tang Jie let Wang Juemie charge at him, smiling. "In truth, I really didn't want to do this. After all, I haven't used this trick in Rosecloud yet, and I like to keep my cards hidden if possible. But if it's for those two banners, I have to do it."

As he spoke, Wang Juemie punched at him, and Tang Jie punched back.

But rather than clashing fists, they pummeled each other's bodies.

Bang! Bang! Wang Juemie paled slightly and staggered back several steps, but Tang Jie had several of his bones shattered, his organs damaged, and his veins fractured. He vomited blood, and the Infinite Palace instantly shattered.

Wang Juemie shouted, "Tang Jie, surrender if you know what's good for you!"

He began to charge toward Tang Jie again.

Tang Jie smiled. "You have to overcome this trial first."

Wang Juemie was startled by these words, and then he noticed that something extremely weird had happened.

The blood that Tang Jie had spewed out hadn't fallen to the ground, instead splitting off and scattering into numerous little drops. Floating in the air like stars in the sky, they began to transform into people, all of them appearing like Tang Jie.

In a flash, the sky was full of Tang Jies, the real Tang Jie completely lost in the crowd.

"An infinite clone spell." Ji Qingfeng frowned.

He had heard about Tang Jie having such a spell art, and while it had no combat power, it was superb for escaping. Thousands of Tang Jies all running away at once made it very difficult to quickly identify the real one.

Wang Juemie was startled, but then he laughed. "It's only an illusion. You think this can take me down? Only I Am the Truth is the best at dealing with illusions!"

Empowered by combat will, his will was unshakable, fearing no storm and suffering no temptation.

Other than powerful defense and healing, Only I Am the Truth also granted resistance to all manner of psychological attacks.

In the Nether Domain, he was chased by nothing but ghosts, with all their various wicked energies. As a body cultivator, his combat arts were simple and his Divine Soul tended to the weak side, so his greatest fear was illusions. Thus, after entering the Dao of Life, he created Only I Am the Truth so that he could be immune to all evil energies and illusions. It was for this reason that the demonized Astral Energy of the Stellar Net Astral Demon Formation was destroyed by Only I Am the Truth before it could even get close to him.

So how could he not laugh when he saw Tang Jie using illusions against him?

Tang Jie replied, "Then go ahead and try me."

As he spoke, the hundreds of Tang Jies began to move in unison, and the sight of all of them making hand signs in unison made it seem like a great gathering of Buddhists.

Wang Juemie roared, "Break!"

Power surged from his body, sweeping through all the illusions.

But when the gale passed, the clones still stood tall, completely unaffected.

This sight left everyone stunned. Ji Qingfeng's eyes radiated a divine light, while Mu Yi stood up and shouted, "Oh no! Great Brother's in big trouble!"

Those around him shot furious glares at him, but Mu Yi ignored them.

He was keenly aware of Wang Juemie's strengths.

While Wang Juemie truly had gotten stronger after his journey onto the Lifeless Path, this improvement wasn't what Mu Yi had envisioned, an attempt to make up for his shortcomings in spell arts and variation. Instead, it had strengthened his strong points.

This bastard had a one-track mind to the very end, completely ignoring his weaknesses and insisting on his straightforward and brutal fighting style, playing the part of a quintessential body cultivator. This was exactly why his strength was able to overcome that of Tang Jie, who had consumed countless natural treasures through the Parting Classic, because Tang Jie had taken the broader all-around path while he had taken the narrow one.

Given that he had specialized in it, nobody could compare to him when it came to pure strength.

But fighting wasn't like finding a job. When finding a job, a specialist would have a much easier time than a jack of all trades, but in battle, exactly the opposite was true. Having no weaknesses was much more important than being extremely strong in a single aspect.

This was because every opponent was a human who could think and understood how to counter the enemy and attain victory, and they would focus on their foe's weakness with their attacks.

Wang Juemie's spell art weakness meant that he was terrible at dealing with groups.

Any other great cultivator would simply unleash a powerful spell art when facing so many clones, obliterating all of them in one go. This was precisely why the Reflections of the Floating Life was suited for battles with many people, not duels.

But Wang Juemie basically didn't know any wide-area spell arts. While the emission of his combat will was intimidating, no matter how great the wind was, it couldn't move a rock. If these were the old duplicates, perhaps Wang Juemie's aura might have crushed them, but these new duplicates were much stronger, and minor spell arts couldn't destroy them. For Wang Juemie to try and destroy them with his aura alone was extremely difficult.

As a result, when other people could have used a few spell arts to destroy all these fake Tang Jies, Wang Juemie would have to eliminate them one by one, punch by punch.

No matter how quickly he punched, he ultimately had only two fists. No matter how divine his strength was, even if he could atomize a clone with a punch, it was still just a single clone.

Thus, Wang Juemie could only watch as all those clones cast spell arts at him.

Dragonlike Hand!

Countless dragon-shaped energies charged at his body.

A single Dragonlike Hand was no different from a mosquito to Wang Juemie, but a thousand Dragonlike Hands

Being bitten by a thousand mosquitoes all at once could be fatal.

Although Wang Juemie's Only I Am the Truth was incredibly powerful, in the face of all these dragons, he was still momentarily dumbfounded, only able to watch as those dragons slammed into him like he was a live target.

And that wasn't all. Tang Jie's real body was hidden among all these clones, punching at him from the shadows.

His punches were much stronger than the Dragonlike Hands, a dog bite compared to the mosquito stings, and Wang Juemie was swiftly covered in blood.

But he was a formidable man, and even after taking all these attacks, he still didn't fall. On the contrary, he battled valiantly, throwing punch after punch, destroying clones while also healing himself.

But while he recovered quickly, Tang Jie attacked even faster, constantly launching sneak attacks from the horde of clones. Wang Juemie could only see all those hundreds of Tang Jies punching at him, dazzling his vision. Unable to tell real from fake, he was pushed back again and again.

After using their one attack, the clones primarily served as cover for Tang Jie. To prevent Wang Juemie from finding him, he retreated as rapidly as he attacked, not seeking to defeat his opponent, only get a slight edge on him.

This meant that Wang Juemie's injuries were never serious, but as the battle dragged on, his body started to bruise. Tang Jie's attacks were simply too fast for Wang Juemie's recovery to keep up. Right when the bruises on one side were healed, another bruise would pop up on the other side.

Eventually, Wang Juemie's head was covered in bruises and lumps, but Tang Jie remained like a slippery mudfish that Wang Juemie could never catch, no matter how he bellowed or lashed out.

The cultivators of the Seven Absolutions Sect were all stunned, and all their cheers died away.

But the eyes of the five True Lords flashed as they muttered in unison, "A Dao Art!"

They all saw that Tang Jie was using another Dao Art.

To have created two Dao Arts in only two hundred years, this was a person of unprecedented genius.

Ji Qingfeng sighed, "For Juemie to lose to him is nothing to be ashamed of."

There was no need to keep watching the battle. Everyone already knew the result. Ji Qingfeng's words were essentially a surrender.

When Hong Shenji heard this, he covered his face and sighed, "But I got completely scammed!"

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