Refuse to trample on the pride of heaven

Shi Yubai looked down at the few tiny figures on the mountaintop, his twisted lips curling up with a hint of mockery. His grotesque compound eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a cruel mix of contempt and amusement.

These young people are ultimately too naive.

Those eyes, untouched by the passage of time, still shone with an overly clear sincerity and a fearless brilliance bordering on naivety.

If they were given another century to mature and hone their skills, they might truly become a formidable opponent. But at this moment... all we can do is lament that they were born at the wrong time.

He was worlds apart from them!

"Your cultivation is at most at the Nascent Soul stage. How dare you, with the light of a firefly, compete with the bright moon? Do you think that by wielding a so-called 'divine sword' of dubious authenticity, you can stop me? Wishful thinking!"

In His view, the Supreme Elder and others were already exhausted from maintaining the Demon-Sealing Array and had no energy left to spare.

With just a few inexperienced cultivators and their meager cultivation, even if they wield a divine sword, how much of its power can they unleash? They'll likely be devoured by the divine sword before they can even injure their enemies, turning themselves into dried-up corpses! — Thinking of this, Shi Yubai felt even more confident and fearless.

“It’s certainly not possible for me to do it alone,” Lu Wensheng’s voice remained calm.

"But behind me stand the hearts of millions, the indomitable will of all living beings in this world. So... how can it not be?"

"With these ants? With all of you? With just you?!"

Shi Yubai seemed to have heard the most absurd joke in the world, and burst into deafening laughter. The sound waves were like a tangible impact, shaking the surrounding space. Many cultivators covered their ears in pain, their faces showing pain, as if countless evil whispers were drilling directly into their minds.

"With these ants! With us! With me!" Lu Wensheng's answer was resolute, each word clear and unwavering, carrying an unquestionable determination.

"Hahahaha, what a ridiculous joke! Lu Wensheng, what makes you think that your down-to-earth cultivation can compare to my supreme cultivation, which is forged from the blood and flesh of countless spirits?!"

Shi Yubai laughed wildly, his gaze sweeping over the plain, almost shabby, ancient longsword in Lu Wensheng's arms. His crimson eyes sneered even more: "This is the divine sword you all placed so much hope in? Hmph, why can't I sense even a trace of the legendary righteous aura? Perhaps you're at your wits' end, picking up a fire poker to bluff and try to intimidate me?"

Lu Wensheng gripped the longsword named "Huangji" tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Indeed, no matter how he tried to activate his spiritual power, the sword remained as silent as ancient ice, offering no response whatsoever, as if it were truly just a piece of stubborn iron.

However, there was no sign of panic in his expression; on the contrary, he became even more composed.

He was always cautious and never placed all his hopes on external things—if the divine sword was useless, then he would use himself as the sword and his soul as the edge!

Ordinary cultivators, faced with such demonic power, would be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot.

But Lu Wensheng is no ordinary person.

He is an anomaly, a heretic outside the rules!

He's a cheater! (Loudly)

"System! Add more points!"

How can a fake being who forcibly elevates his cultivation level by devouring his own kind and accumulating human lives be compared to him, whose realm has been tempered by the will of the people, blessed by the system, and upgraded step by step?

Now it's his turn to personally erase this absurd gap!

And so, under Shi Yubai's mocking and malicious gaze, and amidst the convergence of countless expectant, desperate, or bewildered eyes below—a miracle, or rather, an "anomaly," suddenly descended.

The spiritual pressure around Lu Wensheng, which was originally only at the early stage of the Nascent Soul stage, was suddenly pulled up by an invisible giant hand and began to rise wildly at a speed that defied common sense and subverted cognition!

At first it was like a babbling brook, then it turned into a rushing river, and then into a raging sea!

Mid-Nascent Soul stage, late-Nascent Soul stage, Nascent Soul Great Perfection... Bottlenecks? What are they?

At this moment, it seemed that there was no such thing as a barrier to realm for Lu Wensheng. The barrier to realm was meaningless in front of him, and the so-called bottlenecks and obstacles melted away quietly like thin ice under the sun.

His breath surged and swelled, flowing smoothly and effortlessly, leaving everyone speechless.

Only when crossing the vast chasm between the "Nascent Soul" and "Deity Transformation" realms, deep within the sky shrouded in dark blood-red demonic clouds, did a consciousness seem to be startled by this sudden change. A few muffled thunderclaps rolled across the sky in a perfunctory and symbolic manner, like a giant beast being awakened from its sleep and grumbling in dissatisfaction. Not even a flash of lightning appeared before it returned to deathly silence.

Early stage of Nascent Soul, middle stage of Nascent Soul, late stage of Nascent Soul... Great Perfection!

Refine the Void, Unite the Body, Reach the Great Vehicle!

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, all the cultivators, friend or foe, stood frozen in place as if under a spell, their mouths agape enough to fit a spirit egg, their eyes almost popping out of their sockets!

They watched as Lu Wensheng's aura grew stronger and stronger, his spiritual pressure like a surging tide, like the legendary Kunpeng soaring ninety thousand miles into the sky. With a flap of its wings, it had already traversed the layers of barriers that ordinary cultivators could not overcome even after a thousand or ten thousand years. It was unstoppable and went straight to the legendary pinnacle that was enough to overlook all living beings in this world—the perfected Tribulation Transcending stage!

The ethereal realm of ascension, existing only in ancient texts and legends, is truly just one step away, that hazy veil separating us from the elusive heavens!

This... what a miracle! No, this has transcended the realm of miracles; it is a blatant trampling and subversion of the existing cultivation system and the laws of heaven and earth! It's practically grinding everyone's values ​​into the ground.

Countless cultivators rubbed their eyes and pinched themselves, wondering if they were in a dream.

Since ancient times, cultivation has always emphasized gradual progress, like water dripping on stone. When have we ever seen anyone cross the chasm that countless cultivators cannot reach in their entire lives, and reach the end of the Great Dao in the blink of an eye?

Was this a divine being?! Is that right?!

Since the beginning of time, has there ever been such an absurd and utterly ridiculous event?! Even the innate Dao bodies and reincarnations of immortals recorded in ancient books must follow the laws of nature and morality in their advancement, and must proceed naturally. When have we ever seen such a childish and indiscriminate achievement?!

You say some people are exceptionally gifted, able to achieve enlightenment in a single day and ascend to immortality? Then I ask you, even those with such extraordinary talent, which one didn't undergo countless years of refinement and accumulation, experiencing sudden enlightenment amidst life and death, and tempering their heart in the mortal world? Has there ever been a precedent of someone reaching the pinnacle of Mahayana enlightenment at a mere few decades of age? Answer me! Look in my eyes, tell me why, baby, why?

Ah, what if it's because they have a special bloodline or unparalleled talent? Then let me ask you, even the legendary Chaos Dao Body or Innate Sacred Embryo, did their cultivation level increase so irrationally, directly reaching the "max level" with a single click? Speak up! And now you're even talking about extraordinary talent!

Then let me ask you another question: when ancient texts and unofficial histories occasionally mention a great being suddenly having a miraculous encounter and ascending to immortality, isn't there an element of later generations deliberately exaggerating, or even fabricating and imagining, to avoid offending the revered figure? Answer me!

Sigh, no, no, no~ So-and-so may have indeed ascended to heaven, but even if he did, was the process really that childish? Were you there to witness the whole thing? Answer me!

The scene before us cannot be explained by talent or fortuitous encounters at all! This guy, Lu Wensheng, he's practically cheating!