Sage Monarch

The altar was capable of absorbing just about any power that was sent against it, but it couldn't handle the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. And when three experts combined their versions of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, the results were beyond imagination.

Yang Qi had a very serious expression on his face.

Right now, the three expressions of power were mixing together. The Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth was becoming complete, and it was like something that would cause angst even for three powerful gods.

Of course, Yang Qi already had three expressions of god legion angst, in other words, the three versions of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth. His version, which was focused on power; Doom's version, which emphasized the psyche; and Proud Heaven's, that focused on fighting. That combination had helped him reach a higher level of enlightenment and push himself to the point of perfection. However, the will of fighting he had acquired was incomplete.

He had only been able to take the scrap of it that had lingered in the Shepherd.

In the beginning, that scrap of true energy had seemed boundless and magnificent. But he had long since ceased to cultivate it. His psychic scale was now a far cry from two hundred, giving him enlightenment of numerous matters. And the scrap of true energy he had acquired contained only a trifling will of fighting. In contrast, what had been left behind on this altar contained countless quintessences of fighting, and experience related to countless battles from the mortal world to the god world.

Even an ordinary person from the mortal world who suddenly gained experience like this would be able to kill immortals.

That was how terrifying it was.

Power and the psyche were foundational elements, whereas fighting experience related to skill and technique.

Someone with abundant fighting experience could often turn defeat into victory. In contrast, an extremely strong person who lacked experience might suffer defeat even at the hands of a much weaker foe.

For example, Yang Qi had a psychic scale of nearly three hundred. But if he lacked fighting experience, it was possible that a mid Terrifying expert with a psychic scale of only a hundred might actually defeat him.

Thankfully, Yang Qi had a lot of fighting experience and was no ignorant child. He had walked a path of blood and gore from the very beginning in the mortal world, slaughtered his way to the thirty-third ranked immortal worlds, then continued his life of combat in the Great Necropolis. He was always the 'weak' person who defeated someone stronger.

Now, the three aspects of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth were truly combining.

The energy from Proud Heaven's version contained fighting experience and countless other bits of information, which streamed into Yang Qi's mind, significantly bolstering what was already there.

Unexpectedly, his psychic scale yet again climbed!

He was coming very close to pushing the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth to the consummate level.

He had a host of martial arts and disciplines that he had developed, mostly out of speculation and observation, that were now being perfected. Not even Doom could possibly produce results like this.

One reason was that Yang Qi had mastered the Unspoiled Body. Years ago, the creator of the Unspoiled Body, the Supreme True-Devil, had fought the King of Godmammoths countless times. And every time he did, his energy arts would be imbued with profound methods of countering the King of Godmammoths.

By using that quintessence knowledge to analyze the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, it revealed all sorts of vital information.

Fist of Fighting the Will of Heaven.

Grand-Heaven Yin-Yang Palms.

Strike of Heaven and Earth's Wisdom.

Five-Phases Transformation Calamity.

The King-Desecrating Dragon-Depredating Transformations.

Black-White Heart-Spirit Agitation.

Countless martial disciplines flowed into his mind from Proud Heaven, filling his sea of consciousness. There were fist techniques, palm techniques, leg techniques, mental attack techniques, and methods for using swords, bows, lances, axes, crossbows, shields, hammers, hooks, tridents, whips, and every other imaginable weapon.

Proud Heaven's will of battle, the fighting methods of the King of Godmammoths, were designed to suppress hells, crush darkness and gloom, and devastate wretched evil. Every martial discipline contained spectacular transformations, and every daoist technique was perfectly balanced.

With this, it was possible to understand all weapons and techniques in the world, as well as all vital energy, magical laws, and natural laws.

This was fighting.

With fighting experience like this, it would be possible to defy the might of heaven and withstand the attacks of gods. Even with a power index and psychic scale of zero, it would be possible to surpass heaven and earth to reach the god world. Not even the King of Godmammoths had ever reached this level.

Yang Qi watched as the three streams of energy on the altar combined into one, forming what looked like an enormous, golden godmammoth.

As for the altar, it obviously couldn't withstand the force and began crumbling.

When it finally collapsed, Yang Qi could sense something beneath it, stirring eagerly, an unimaginable entity that was most likely part of the Great Necropolis itself. Apparently, this really was the place where the godpower seeds had emerged from.

No wonder the seeds contained such immense wretch energy.

As it turned out, when the seeds emerged, they were actually tainted by the masked face, who imbued them with wretched energy that caused the Inheritors to slaughter each other without hesitation.

Originally, it was assumed that those urgings had come from the Great Necropolis itself.

All of a sudden, Yang Qi came to the realization that the masked face was neither god, nor human, nor devil, nor demon. Instead, it was a conglomeration of rancorous energy created by numerous fallen gods. That energy had formed a body of its own, and although it was impossible to say exactly what it was, it was completely terrifying.

Although it was unclear how it ended up getting sealed, Yang Qi knew that if it were loosed on the world, it would shed torrents of blood and destroy countless people.

There was no way he could let that happen.

Just when the sealing mark was about to start falling apart, Yang Qi thrust his palm out and simultaneously began singing the Eternal Heavenly Aria. It started out as little more than a jaunty tune, but soon caused countless halos of blessing and damnification to swirl out. Those of blessing surrounded himself, Doom, Proud World and the Shepherd, while those of damnification settled onto the masked face.

Although the masked face had formidable powers of illusion, the Eternal Heavenly Aria had many aspects which focused on that which was true and real, and could pierce through all illusions.

Yang Qi's cultivation base was constantly climbing. He had made progress with the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth, and was now helped by halos of blessing. He had Proud Heaven's fighting techniques, as well as the Annulled Grand Magic and the Sovereign Lord's Holy and Far-Reaching Consummate Omnicurse.

After combining all of those things, he added in the Purrfect God Art to ensure that the masked face couldn't possibly escape.

Blurring into motion, he flew up toward the masked face, converging all of his energy arts onto the tip of his finger. Then his finger hit the mask and a booming sound like a bell rang out within it.

An explosion of energy seemed to be occurring within the mask thanks to Yang Qi's finger attack. In response, the ferocious voice of the face said, "You were plotting against me, boy!? How dare you! I'm going to kill you! I'll free myself and use the entire Great Necropolis to—"

"Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth! Be devoured!"

Ignoring the howling masked face, Yang Qi opened his mouth and inhaled the third version of the Strength of the Hell-Crushing Godmammoth.

"Are you looking to die!?" the masked face screamed, unleashing the most devastating sound wave attack it could muster, creating something like a sea of blades that swirled into the shape of a spear. It was a sound spear, and was so powerful that it quickly pierced through Yang Qi's Purrfect God Art.

Yang Qi backed up, simultaneously sending the power of tribulations and kalpas out from every pore on his body.

When the sound spear hit the tribulations and kalpas, some of the spear was wiped out, but the rest continued on toward Yang Qi.

In the blink of an eye, it was right in front of him.

No defensive energy arts could stand up to this attack. And it was no illusion, it was an actual energy art.

"Not good!" Doom shouted, defending himself with his own god legion angst. "Get out of the way!"

However, when it was only a few meters away from Yang Qi, golden light emerged from his pores, flows of energy that created numerous long spears. They were none other than Infernal Deity Spears!

In the past, he had only been able to create one such spear at a time, but right now there were millions upon millions of them.

They crashed into the incoming sound spear, creating a huge explosion.

1. This "god legion angst" is a fairly literal translation, and in my opinion is basically supposed to refer to an "essence" of the legion of gods. It's a quantifiable noun, and as explained here, refers to something that would cause anxiety or fear even within gods.