Immortal Path to Heaven

Chapter 927: The Initial Success Stage Of The Solitary Thought Skill

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Cold moon, cool breeze…

Under the cold moonlight, the earth was bright and clean. The Seven Stars Sect was covered in a layer of holy light and sparkled in a white light. Especially the Spiritual Vitality Lake not far from the Ultimate Sword Peak, it shone with silver light, and the spiritual spring was releasing spiritual Qi.

Ou Yangming stood on the peak and looked down. The cool breezes blew on his face, making the smell of alcohol on him to fade away. His eyes gradually returned to clear and bright.

He shook his head and smiled bitterly. "What happened today? I had such a big emotional fluctuation…"

After sitting for a while, he stood up resolutely and walked along the rugged mountain path back to the small courtyard. The mixed emotions in his heart had completely dissipated.

Humans were like this. Sometimes, they simply could not control the emotions in their hearts. Greed, anger, idiocy, love, hate, and separation. This was what humans were like. If they could remain calm and composed at all times, then they would not be humans but machines.

In the small room, the candlelight flickered. Ou Yangming let out a low roar in his heart. A row of golden words appeared once again in his spiritual world. It was the Solitary Thought Skill.

The last time Ou Yangming cultivated the Solitary Thought Skill, he had failed. This time, his spiritual power had already improved greatly, and he even became an Advanced Spiritualist. The young fellow had undergone a complete transformation.

The words were still the same as the last time.

"With a single thought, the stars will shatter. With a single thought, the river and sea will dry up. All things in the world, whether they live or prosper, die or perish, it'll be up to a single thought from me."

Ou Yangming chuckled and thought to himself. 'It's really overbearing. This method of increasing one's domineering aura is truly strange.'

The young fellow became immersed with a single thought. He gathered his Qi and began to cultivate the first general chapter of the Solitary Thought Skill, which was the Voices of Gods and Demons.

He sat cross-legged, and his fingers interlaced as he formed a strange and ghostly hand seal.

1 breath, 2 breaths, 3 breaths…

After 100 breaths, Ou Yangming's spiritual world buzzed as if there were thousands of mosquitoes flapping their wings at the same time, and it made him feel upset. If he could not control his heart, how could he cultivate?

He opened his eyes, and a hint of doubt appeared in his eyes.

The young fellow was puzzled. 'Was the method wrong? Why couldn't I even meditate?'

Ou Yangming dispelled the Solitary Thought Skill in his spiritual world. In just an instant, his heart was guarding his soul smoothly. His Qi momentum sank while his aura dissipated and merged into the world. As such, everything within tens of meters was within his control. This kind of control was different from the control Ou Yangming had when he set up formations. It did not have the domineering power of being able to rule the world with a single world, but it was more meticulous. Even the slightest movement of the wind and grass, as well as the sprouting of plants, could not escape his senses.

He opened his eyes, and the confusion in his eyes grew even more.

'This… How could it be so strange?' He had not succeeded in cultivating it previously, but he could still enter meditation.

After thinking for a long time, he was suddenly struck with a thought. A word appeared in his mind—tyrannical.

The Solitary Thought Skill was the secret technique of the Dragons'. It was incomparably powerful, and the most remarkable characteristic of the Dragons and the Phoenixes was tyranny—extreme tyranny. If Ou Yangming did not use heaven as the chessboard and stars as chess pieces, or the earth as the pipa and roads as its strings, how could he master the Solitary Thought Skill?

After Ou Yangming's thoughts were cleared, he immediately figured out the trick. It was as if everything happened naturally.

Ou Yangming was not in a hurry to cultivate the Solitary Thought Skill. Instead, he thought of Li Xin.

Yes, Li Xin. He recalled in his mind how his blood burned when he escaped from Li Xin's hands, as well as the scene of him throwing out the Blood Condensation Spear to make it explode on its own.

The blood in Ou Yangming's body seemed to have been ignited. A kind of invincible sharpness came out from his body. This was an unstoppable determination. At this moment, he recalled a sentence he once saw—there was still life in defying heaven but not in the defiance of oneself.

Ou Yangming let out a long howl and uttered, "What's the meaning of solitary thought? All things are broken, and the one thought is mine!"

The moment the voice entered his mind, the big words in his mind turned into golden lights that imprinted on his soul.

He only felt a stabbing pain in his mind, and he was in a daze.

When Ou Yangming opened his eyes, he had already arrived at the top of a mountain, and in front of him was a mountain of corpses and a sea of bones. A young man dressed in white was riding a white horse. His left hand was holding a flask of liquor, and his right hand was holding a longsword. Fresh blood continuously flowed down the longsword. Behind him were corpses that piled up to over 33 meters tall while a pile of human heads was next to them. They had savage looks on their faces and some even looked shocked as if they saw something unbelievable before they died. Right in front of the man were countless spirit beasts and humans. Their expressions were grave, and there were at least tens of thousands of them. Moreover, their auras were powerful such that even the weakest of them were Venerable Ones.

'This should be an inherited memory hidden within the Solitary Thought Skill?' Ou Yangming took a glance and thought to himself, then he looked over.

The white-robed man drank a mouthful of liquor and asked, "Is everybody here? There are so few of you and yet you want to keep me? Aren't you being too wishful?" His voice was calm and indifferent as he told the truth. This was exactly the reason it was awe-inspiring. The man sounded like he would indeed not be kept here. He hung the gourd on his belt with a satisfied look on his face. There was not the slightest bit of worry.

"Hmph, you're courting death! The phoenix powerhouse will be here soon, and you won't be able to escape!" Someone shouted.

"Oh, is that so?"The white-robed man giggled. He bent his finger and flicked it, causing a gust of wind to shoot out from his fingertip. It was incredibly fast and directly crushed the heart of the person that just spoke. Afterward, the man stretched out his hand and grabbed. A powerful suction force burst forth, and he grabbed this person in his hand. The person's head was cut off, then the man threw his head onto the small mountain that was piled up from other heads.

Upon seeing this, one could only think of tyranny—indescribable tyranny.

The white-robed man laughed lightly. Riding on his white horse, he headed toward the crowd. With every step he took, the tens of thousands of people in front of him would take a step back. With a single word, he lifted the universe and suppressed everyone's momentum.

"Attack together and kill this dragon. If he leaves, judging from his vengeful nature, everyone who comes here today will suffer a fate worse than death!" A green-robed man yelled in a muffled voice.

"Mm, I don't believe that with so many masters, we won't be able to hold him off. As long as the phoenix powerhouse arrives, no matter how strong he is, he'll only die. We are already on the bow and have no choice but to attack. Attack!"

This voice spread out and instantly gained the support of many people present. They all took out their magic weapons and flying swords and rushed forward. An immense aura spread out.

The white-clothed man's eyes were cold as he smiled and said, "None of you have any idea of the huge disparity between us."

With a light tap of the tip of his foot, he leaped up, and a majestic aura swept through his surroundings. A ray of golden light shot out from his eyes as he quickly made gestures with his hands. The man said, "The Solitary Thought Skill destroys the stars. With a single thought, all living things will wither." Before he finished speaking, a golden light burst out from his eyes and completely filled the entire world.

Powerful mental power filled the golden light, turning into a golden storm that crushed forward. Wherever it passed, cracks would appear in the space. If one wanted to describe it, it would be like a heavy hammer hitting a porcelain. Due to its immense power, countless mottled white spots appeared.

With a single strike, half of the tens of thousands of people were gone.

Consequently, the ground was painted red with blood. It was like a river of blood.

The man was dressed in white, but even his hair was not messy at all. He slowly landed on a white horse and sat.

There were broken limbs everywhere, but he simply rode the white horse and walked forward. No one dared to stop him. What was tyranny? This was tyranny.

At this moment, a phoenix cry came from the sky. The wind and clouds reversed while the sky and ground changed.

"As expected of a dragon who has masters and perfected the Solitary Thought Skill. You're indeed extraordinary." As the voice spread in all directions, a phoenix that was about 333 meters long came from the horizon. Its feathers were gorgeous and colorful as if they were the condensation of all the luck in the world. They were incredibly beautiful, where they illuminated the sky with gorgeous and colorful light.

The look in the eyes of the white-clothed man also became grave.

"Buzz…" Following a long cry, all the mists within 50 kilometers turned upside down. The peak shattered, and the white-robed man transformed into a golden dragon that was also roughly 333 meters long and shot into the sky. His body was filled with the most sacred golden color, which became the only color in the world as it suppressed all other lights. With this long cry, the space in front of him seemed to have been cut by numerous blades, which left fine and dense marks. It shattered inch by inch as it crushed towards the phoenix.

With that, a dragon and a phoenix began to fight in the sky.

The scene in front of Ou Yangming suddenly fluctuated violently, and all the images came to an end.

Ou Yangming returned to an ordinary small courtyard in the Seven Stars Sect. The moonlight was cold, and it shone in through the window. His eyes gleamed brightly, and he thought to himself, 'So this is the Solitary Thought Skill.

'All things in the world including life and death depended on a single thought.'

With a flash of thought, Ou Yangming gathered his Qi and exhaled. This time, he fell into silence in less than a breath.

The cultivation method of the Solitary Thought Skill turned into countless big paths that entrenched themselves in Ou Yangming's mind. It was a natural process, and there was no longer any obstruction. A domineering aura slowly emerged from his body, and his understanding of the Solitary Thought Skill became deeper.

Without warning, he gathered his Qi and exhaled. His throat moved, and he let out a strange sound.

This was the initial success stage of the Solitary Thought Skill. This was the Voices of Gods and Demons. As soon as the sound spread out, it was as if even the gentle breezes outside the window had stopped. Wherever the sound passed, it produced a tearing force that shocked Ou Yangming as if it seemed like it could tear everything in this world into pieces.

Ou Yangming opened his eyes and was elated.

He thought to himself, 'I only cultivated the Solitary Thought Skill to the initial success stage but if I was caught off guard and suddenly unleashed the Voices of Gods and Demons, even if I was going against a top-grade Spiritualist, it'll still have the magical effect of establishing victory for me.'

Of course, Ou Yangming was looking forward to cultivating the Solitary Thought Skill to the great success stage.

He had seen that the white-clothed man used the Solitary Thought Skill to gather Qi and breath, where the man killed tens of thousands of people in one blow.

Ou Yangming possessed the spiritual world unique to the Phoenixes, and the Solitary Thought Skill happened to use mental power as its source. The stronger his mental power, the stronger his attack power. If the young fellow could combine the skill with the spiritual world unique to the Phoenixes, how brightly would the Dragons' secret technique shine in his hands?

The thought of this made Ou Yangming's breathing quicken. He wanted nothing more than to let out a long howl.

Ou Yangming took a deep breath and forcefully suppressed this thought. He continued to carefully analyze the skill.

Given Ou Yangming's combat power at the moment, it was enough for him to defeat ordinary independent top-grade Spiritualists. Even if it was a top-grade Spiritualist with an inheritance, he could still calmly deal with the powerhouse. No matter what, he could be considered a master in the Spiritual Realm.