I Am Supreme

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

When Yun Yang returned to the light from extreme darkness, it was like the break of day had shone through the world, a rekindling of hope. His remaining reasoning resurfaced quickly and as he came to his senses, the pain was all he felt as if his whole being had been torn into hundreds of thousands of pieces.

Furthermore, why was he exceptionally lucid towards each kind of pain emanating from each part of his body? The realization evoked an involuntary moan of agony from Yun Yang.

Why had his sense of pain seem to have gotten stronger?

Then, he swiftly realized that not only had his sense of pain sharpened, but all his senses had also become more sensitive too!

Eyes shut without using his deific consciousness, Yun Yang could still feel how many people there were around him, whether they were men or women, even down to their scents, their postures, their expressions, their strength… Everything that he currently felt was clearer than when his eyes were opened.

The moment Yun Yang reached out to his divine sense and confirmed his senses, he was delighted to discover that his current divine sense seemed to have been rebirthed; like it had a life of its own, it could extend freely within a certain distance… His deific consciousness space seemed to have at least doubled as well - he seemed to be able to hear and smell better too…

As his train of thoughts carried him there, Yun Yang immediately caught a whiff of a revolting stench that smelled sour and acrid at the same time - there was also…

'F*ck, is this coming from me?'

He opened his eyes. A glance was enough to let him know that he could see a lot better as well…

…

Distracted by another thought, Yun Yang attempted to cultivate the mystical Qi in his dantian. It was only a sprouting thought, a slight movement at most, but he promptly felt a gush of mystical Qi within him that rapidly reached each part of his body, prepared for anything whether he was planning to attack, defend, heal or deliver. It was easy and utterly malleable to his wishes.

Whatever he thought of, it was done. There was no buffer in between!

It also appeared that his physical body's reflexes had been strengthened as well. Had it grown twice as fast, or more?

Then, Yun Yang was surprised again to realize that there were two more chakras that had been awakened within him. Right now, he had…

'Holy sh*t, I have about twenty awakened chakras now…' Yun Yang pondered with a sense of amusement, 'One is an absolute prodigy with nine innately awakened chakras previously… What is the standard now?'

After another moment of observation, Yun Yang noticed that his mystical Qi cultivation base had skyrocketed as well, after this drill. He had only broken through the first class of Saint-level not too long ago, but he was almost at Saint pinnacle now!

How many days had it been? How long had it been since he started training?

Yun Yang was detached from the current moment, not having a single idea since his six senses and divine sense were all sealed during the training. He was completely clueless regarding the passage of time. Towards the end, what drove Yun Yang on was the droplet of clarity that was his refusal to give up. He was oblivious to everything else.

Yun Yang was surprised at the changes within himself. Other than the leap in his cultivation base and astonishment that racked him, he was also aware of several gazes trained on him. They were Shi Wuchen and friends, all eight of them focusing their sights on him. Their gazes looked as if they were staring at a deity, brimming with respect and admiration.

Among them, there were three men who were strangers… Three men who had never seen him - how could they admire him and even respect him?

Nevertheless, Yun Yang could discern that these three men - no, all eight men's reverence to him came from the bottom of their hearts, sincere and genuine. This confused him further.

When they saw him finally awakened from the hellish drill and recuperation state, all eight men called out in unison, "Boss!"

Scratching his head, Yun Yang looked stumped. They had just trained once together; why did everyone willingly acknowledge him as the boss? Did it not sound a little too much like child's play?

The Demiurge-Flawed Ten were not average men. Possessing the titles and reputations they had today, they must have met too many unfair encounters. Each and every one of them had to be resilient, prideful individuals. It was like a joke to see them submit so easily!

Yun Yang had even come up with a number of methods to assert his dominance for the Demiurge-Flawed Ten. One of these included his countermeasure if all eight of them were to gang up to isolate and deplete his energy, branching off into even more extreme strategies… Now, it looked like he did not need them anymore. Not only was there no need for him to use an extreme measure, but he also did not even have to resort to the most basic approach of gentleness and winning their hearts.

Although Yun Yang had always regarded himself highly, never one to demean himself simply, his confidence had yet to reach the level of enabling newcomers to bow to him once they met, especially when these handful still looked untamed. Yet, when they looked at him, the genuine reverence, specifically the awe and the self-depreciation, were exceptionally apparent.

Despite that, what perplexed Yun Yang the most was that all eight men were much stronger than him if they had looked only at mystical Qi… While he had a huge improvement after this hell of a drill, the men in front of him had similarly become better. Why were they admiring him then?

He must say, however, that being admired felt great!

"You all did quite well!" Dong Qitian praised faintly.

He had worked very, very hard to suppress his emotions, calming down his ecstasy. This was the outcome of a strenuous attempt to control his speech's speed in an effort to maintain his distant and indifferent attitude.

In spite of it, what he involuntarily said had still exposed his honest thoughts. Dong Qitian had only wanted to say "You all were somewhat mediocre." but he felt that he could not let these words slip past his lips. Given his status, he truly did not want to go against his conscience and utter absurdities.

All nine men looked up at Dong Qitian, waiting for his explanation. They were not stupid, they knew that Dong Qitian must have had his reasons in using this approach, and they did reap incredible benefits from the brutality.

Guo Nuanyang, who had the highest cultivation base among all, had officially stepped into second-level Saint through this hellish drill after being stuck at first level Saint pinnacle for two years.

All of them would never believe it if Dong Qitian's method held no deeper meaning.

"What I did to all of you is called the Art of Ultimate Heaven. It's an arcane method of my sect, only executed during the selection of internal disciples. Those who went through this art would have to best opportunity to display their talent, resilience, endurance and potential! This is because when all the senses are sealed, what's left to fuel the perseverance is only your true self."