My brother is so cunning

Chapter 1030 Lingering Melody
The immortals in the Lingxiao Palace give one the feeling of mortals watching gods fight.

The Big Dipper Seven Killing Sword Formation unleashed by the True Martial Emperor was, in the eyes of most of them, already a ceiling-level killing technique that they could only look up to.

Ninety-nine percent of immortals, even if they use all their skills and throw out their life-saving treasures without restraint, will still suffer a severe beating if they don't die when faced with this move.

However, the Creator Heavenly Venerable Wen Rui did not move at all, allowing this peerless killing move to fall on him, but instead forced the True Martial Emperor back and even injured him to the point of vomiting blood!

It's like a group of amateur martial arts enthusiasts watching Mike Tyson at his peak boxing. They were initially excited and amazed, but then their opponent turned out to be Ultraman Taro. Tyson threw a full-force punch, only to break his own wrist instead.

Many celestial officials couldn't help but have the same thought: the gap between gods is just too great, isn't it?
After listening to the mutterings of the True Martial Emperor, the celestial officials suddenly realized what was going on, and many of them stroked their beards and nodded in agreement.

Many of the immortals among them also misjudged Wen Rui's power as the "Creator" deity, thinking that he had no other special abilities besides being good at creation.

Of course, it was also because Wen Rui's creative ability was too dazzling that it overshadowed the other characteristics of the power of creation, leading many people to misjudge his abilities.

Following the reminder from the True Martial Emperor, the celestial officials pondered further and found themselves increasingly terrified. The more they looked at Wen Rui's hunched figure and faltering steps, the more alarmed they became.

On a smaller scale, the power of creation has infinite inclusiveness and does not exclude any level of power, such as the Five Elements, Yin and Yang, time and space, cause and effect, etc. On the contrary, it can "melt" these powers into new existences.

The gods speculated that the fact that the evil black dragon was easily absorbed and transformed into their own cultivation was probably one of the ways in which the power of creation was applied.

On a grander scale, the power of creation can even shape the order of heaven and earth, nurture all living things, drive the operation of laws, and evolve and change everything...

The gods speculated that the fact that the True Martial Emperor's deadly sword strike was unexpectedly reflected back was probably one of the ways in which the power of creation was applied.

"I understand!"

An immortal with white hair and a youthful face, and a broad forehead, suddenly realized and exclaimed, "No wonder the Creator Heavenly Venerable behaved so strangely today, looking weak and exhausted, as if his immortal lifespan was about to end."

The person speaking was none other than the God of Longevity, the Old Man of the South Pole.

"I clearly saw that he was still young and far from the end of his lifespan, and he was still many tens of thousands of years away from the five signs of decay. I have always wondered why he is so sickly and weak."

"It turns out that he has gained some insight into the mysteries of creation and made a breakthrough in his realm. He is in a profound state of enlightenment, which is why his soul and body are so close yet so far apart. It seems that every move he makes is very difficult and strenuous. But if he succeeds in his enlightenment and his realm stabilizes, he will master a more subtle way of using the power of creation."

To examine the life status of immortals, the Antarctic Immortal is the most authoritative authority, and his words carry great weight.

Upon hearing this, the gods and immortals in the Lingxiao Palace stroked their beards and nodded repeatedly, deeply agreeing with him.

This also reasonably answers the question that had been in their minds ever since Wen Rui entered the main hall.

Wen Rui's demented appearance, unable to take care of himself, was clearly not an act. The story of the attendant puppet that was smashed by the Jade Emperor, about Wen Rui going astray in his cultivation practice, is also hard to believe.

If he was possessed by a demonic possession, yet could still repel the True Martial Emperor without even raising his hand, then if he wasn't possessed by a demonic possession, could he kill the Jade Emperor with a sneeze?

The explanation given by the Old Man of the South Pole is very reasonable. It is not a case of the soul being damaged due to demonic possession, but rather a state of complete detachment from the self and the external world after comprehending the Great Dao.

Completely indifferent to everything in the outside world, in a state of profound and unfettered freedom, one can subtly manifest supreme divine power without moving one's mind or body.

The dragon's attack was absorbed instead of being killed, and the killing formation could repel powerful enemies.

"Goodness, he's already this powerful before he's even fully comprehended the Dao. If we wait until his mind returns to clarity and he understands the mysteries of creation, just how powerful will he become?"

"It's over. Heaven is doomed. I thought he had the power to overturn the world just by using the mysterious artifacts he created. Now it seems that those tens of thousands of martial arts puppets, comparable to peak Golden Immortals, are just the tip of the iceberg of his supreme divine power." "This is truly a case of good gods dying while evil ones live on for generations. I thought he had committed too many sins and was punished by heaven, suffering a heavenly tribulation that left him in a miserable state with his three souls and seven spirits incomplete. I never expected that he was comprehending the Dao, and comprehending the Dao of Creation."

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Suddenly, the Chan Sect and the celestial officials from the Great Zhou Dynasty who had previously sided with the Jade Emperor felt as if the sky was about to collapse.

Even the True Martial Emperor is no match for him. Looking across the Three Realms and Four Continents, who else can stop him? Who else can force him to return the incense offerings and vows of the mortal world?

Who else? !

The discussions in Lingxiao Palace had already reached a fever pitch, but Wen Rui still swayed and dragged his feet as he walked unsteadily toward the palace entrance, as if nothing had happened to him.

Looking at that unremarkable hunched back, the True Martial Emperor gripped the hilt of his sword, his entire body brimming with divine power, yet he hesitated to raise the sword.

He no longer had a sure chance of winning. His back, which was full of flaws, now seemed impeccable. Yet, within that impeccable appearance, there was a hint of deliberately creating openings. It was hard to make a definitive judgment, as it was a mix of truth and falsehood.

When he drew his sword just now, it seemed as if he had done nothing, yet it also seemed as if he had done everything. No matter how hard the True Martial Emperor tried, as soon as the sword came within a foot of him, it was as if the whole world was helping him and all the laws were assisting him.

That sword thrust didn't seem to be aimed at a Celestial Venerable, but rather at the very source of the Great Dao. The reason it was knocked back wasn't due to a stronger counterattack, but rather because the rules of heaven and earth dictated that it had to lose and retreat.

This is a bit scary.

Although the True Martial Emperor possessed a high level of cultivation and unparalleled combat prowess, he ultimately failed to reach the saintly state of merging with the Dao.

He couldn't imagine how a being of saintly caliber could deal with his Big Dipper Seven Kill Formation, but Wen Rui's approach, though not perfect, was not far off.

Countless Primordial Golden Immortals, relying on their powerful magical treasures, dared to attack the Sages, only to be inexplicably defeated, not even knowing why they lost.

The True Martial Emperor was experiencing a mixture of confusion and frustration.

He watched Wen Rui slowly leave, his grip on the hilt of his sword creaking, but he couldn't lift it an inch.

The gods in the hall, including the Jade Emperor, were disheartened to see that the True Martial Emperor had been holding back for so long. They all gasped inwardly as they looked at Wen Rui's retreating figure.

Inside the main hall, hundreds of immortals held their breath, and the vast hall was eerily silent.

Under the watchful eyes of all the gods, Wen Rui finally arrived at the entrance of the main hall. There was a threshold half a foot high at the entrance of the Lingxiao Palace. When Wen Rui came in before, it took him a lot of effort to cross the threshold. This time, he encountered the same challenge again.

Having successfully crossed the threshold last time, Wen Rui seemed to have gained some experience, and this time his steps were smoother.

However, just as his toes were about to cross the threshold with great effort, he accidentally tripped over the top edge of the threshold, lost his balance, and frantically clawed at himself, but failed to regain his balance and fell heavily forward.

As he fell, Wen Rui couldn't even raise his hand to support himself like an ordinary mortal. He slammed straight down, his face landing squarely on the white jade steps at the entrance of the Lingxiao Palace.

“bia~”

A crisp sound broke the silence, echoing throughout the Lingxiao Palace.

(End of this chapter)