From Godhood to the Heavens

The gods, who were already incredibly excited, and the three royal courts couldn't help but gasp. Their eyes turned red, their hearts pounded, and they were filled with burning passion.

Even Erlang Shen Yang Jian couldn't help but gasp, exclaiming, "How could such a wondrous race exist in this world?"

Zhao Jiu was overjoyed and then said, "The world is full of wonders, and the Saiyan race is indeed a wonder. In just a few decades, they can become like gods and demons. It's just a pity that their only drawback is that even though they have great fighting power, their bodies are just like ordinary people. Whether it's lifespan or disease, it can take their lives!"

If anyone present knew about Saiyans, it would only be Zhao Jiu, the Song Dynasty official who was also a time traveler!

Yang Jian's eyes flickered, and he looked at one of the grass-headed gods. In an instant, he reviewed the god's memories and then said, "His combat methods are a bit lacking, but the characteristics of his own race are comparable to the Law of Heaven and Earth!"

If enhanced with armor, supernatural powers, and magic, he might not be inferior to ordinary celestial generals!

Fang Ping's words and the silver light that shot from Yang Jian's brow, as if splitting the heavens and earth, were like ancient ice thrown into molten lava, stirring up a chilling silence in the training field.

Although the golden tide emanating from the illusory image of the Falling Treasure Coin had subsided, the lingering effect of restoring order and calming the rage still permeated the air, weighing heavily on the hearts of every Saiyan and Frozen Demon.

A chaotic aura flowed silently around Fang Ping as his deep gaze swept over the faces below. Surprise, bewilderment, resentment... these fiercely struggling emotions were being squeezed by an invisible hand, forcibly kneaded into something more complex under the crushing weight of a higher level of cognition.

It was a shock of suddenly glimpsing a towering, perilous peak after being shattered from ignorance, and a burning desire for the summit that even they themselves were ashamed to admit.

Vegeta clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles were deathly pale, his teeth were clenched, and a beastly growl was suppressed deep in his throat as he looked at Kakarot, who was still undergoing transformation.

Humiliation and resentment burned fiercely in his eyes, but deep in his eyes, something was ignited when Fang Ping's cold number "four thousand times" came down, brighter and hotter than the flames of the Super Saiyan God!

Meanwhile, the Saiyan warrior in front of Yang Jian, who had been precisely struck by 1200 beams of silver light, underwent an even more dramatic transformation.

The mania, confusion, and even the emptiness of artificial life that were originally in their eyes were completely washed away by divine light.

Instead, there is a cold, sharp quality, almost metallic, and a chilling, iron-blooded quality that comes from years of battle and commands absolute discipline.

An invisible energy flowed and resonated between them; their breathing, heartbeats, and even the surging "qi" within their bodies seemed to be forcibly incorporated into the same rhythm by an invisible giant hand.

The chaotic individuals vanished, leaving behind a unified war machine exuding an imposing aura! The aura around them visibly surged rapidly, easily tearing apart the shackles of Earth Immortals and shattering the barriers of Celestial Immortals.

Even more exceptional individuals possessed surging power within them that was already faintly touching the vast and boundless threshold of True Immortals! The air around them distorted slightly, emitting a low hum, as if it could not bear the weight.

"Hiss..." A warrior from one of the Frozen Demon factions gasped, the sound particularly jarring in the deathly silent square.

"This...this is a divine weapon forged by the power of laws?" The voice of another frozen demon was extremely dry, filled with disbelief and shock.

He looked at the Saiyans whose auras were surging and whose eyes were sharp as knives, and a chill ran down his spine.

Their prized frozen bloodline appeared utterly pale and powerless in the face of the opponent's terrifying methods of radical transformation and mass enhancement.

Frieza's signature elegant smile was frozen on his face. His long, slender tail thrashed irritably behind him, making soft slapping sounds. His crimson pupils had shrunk to pinpoints as he stared intently at Yang Jian and the suddenly formed, iron-blooded legion before him. His icy face was expressionless, but a storm was brewing deep within his deep purple eyes.

"Excellent!" Zhao Gongming held up the illusory image of the Falling Treasure Coin, his eyes shining brightly. He stroked his beard and praised, "Erlang Zhenjun's methods of refining demons into soldiers and enlightening divine generals are becoming more and more refined."

With these fierce soldiers as the foundation, and supplemented by battle formations and black armor, given time, they will surely become an invincible blade under the command of the God Lord! His gaze swept over the grass-root gods whose auras were rising, with a hint of scrutiny and appreciation.

A rare hint of satisfaction appeared on Yang Jian's solemn face. Although the silver light of his Heavenly Eye had dimmed, the divine might that revealed the very essence of things still commanded respect. He nodded slightly, turned to Fang Ping, and said in a clear voice, "I am deeply grateful for the divine grace bestowed upon me. The foundation of these 1200 grass-root gods is now established, but their combat skills and their understanding of the 'Dao' still require refinement."

Jian wanted to immediately begin training, using battle formations to guide the newly generated power within his body, allowing it to quickly integrate and become effective, so that it could serve the God Lord in expanding the territory as soon as possible!

“Alright.” Fang Ping calmly agreed, a slight flow of chaotic energy emanating from him.

Having received approval, Yang Jian's gaze suddenly sharpened like a blade as he swept it across the Grassroots God Legion standing solemnly before him. His voice was not loud, but it pierced the souls of every warrior with an iron will: "All soldiers, heed my command! Concentrate your minds and focus your energy throughout your bodies! Follow my battle will and circulate your Qi throughout your body! Deploy—'Small Heavenly Cycle Star Guiding Spirit Array'!"

"Yes!" A short, cold, and resolute roar burst forth from 1200 throats, the sound waves like the clash of metal, making the air buzz.

A flash of light appeared in Yang Jian's hand, and the famous immortal weapon known throughout the Three Realms—the Three-Pointed Double-Edged Sword—was already in his grasp.

The blade was simple and unadorned, without any dazzling brilliance, yet it exuded a profound Daoist aura that seemed to sever cause and effect and cleave through chaos.

He did not unleash any earth-shattering supernatural power; he merely used his knife as a guide to draw a seemingly simple arc.

Om-!

An invisible force field suddenly formed along the trajectory of the blade! Above the training ground, the light seemed to dim for a moment, and then imperceptible specks of starlight appeared out of thin air, as if drawn by an invisible force, gently and swiftly casting their light upon the 1200 grass-root gods below.

The grass-root gods trembled in unison. The power within them, initially refined and channeled by Yang Jian's piercing gaze, yet still surging like a river, now seemed to have found its true source! Guided by the starlight and under the command of Yang Jian's condensed, almost tangible battle intent, their energy ceased its violent clashes and began to circulate along a mysterious and unpredictable path. With each cycle, the newly born power bonded more tightly with their flesh and will, and their aura became increasingly profound and weighty. Above the entire legion, an invisible vortex of force subtly formed, drawing in the sparse spiritual energy of heaven and earth, emitting a deep and melodious resonance.

This spectacle of turning decay into magic and forging divine weapons with the power of stars deeply moved all the Saiyans and Frozen Demons watching. Their proud explosive transformations seemed so primitive and clumsy in the face of this subtle and powerful magic that moved heaven and earth!

"Humph!"

A suppressed, cold snort, seemingly bursting from the depths of the chest, abruptly shattered the profound atmosphere of cultivation, like a thunderclap from a clear sky!

All eyes instantly focused. Vegeta took a sudden step forward, cracking the hard ground beneath his feet. He stared intently at Yang Jian and the increasingly concentrated army of grass-root gods before him, his eyes blazing with humiliation that seemed ready to consume everything in sight. The terrifying potential amplified four thousand times gnawed at his pride like a venomous snake, igniting the most fervent fighting spirit and resentment within him.

"Laws? Paths?" Vegeta's voice was hoarse, carrying the ferocity of a beast driven to the brink of despair. He suddenly raised his finger and pointed at Yang Jian, his fingertips trembling slightly from the force. "Stop with the pretense! What that low-ranking warrior Kakarot could do, I, Prince Vegeta, will only do better! Stronger!"

With the last word roared out, Vegeta's dormant power erupted like a supervolcano being ignited!

Boom——!

A dazzling, almost blindingly bright blue aura shot into the sky! A violent energy hurricane emanated from him, sweeping wildly in all directions, causing nearby Saiyan warriors to stagger and even forcing some weaker ice demons to retreat several steps to avoid its onslaught.

Amidst the raging flames, Vegeta's hair stood on end, transforming into burning, eerie blue crystals. His eyebrows vanished, leaving only sharp lines, and destructive arcs of electricity crackled around him.

Super Saiyan Blue! That represents a terrifying form that is close to the realm of gods, something that mortals can reach! A vast and boundless sense of power filled every inch of space. The air was groaning, the earth was trembling, and the pure, destructive energy pressure pressed down like a mountain, trying to crush the seemingly ethereal "Tao" and "Law"!

This sudden, violent challenge instantly brought the atmosphere in the training ground to a fever pitch. A sinister, gloating glint flashed in Frieza's eyes as he narrowed them thoughtfully.

Zhao Gongming frowned slightly, and the illusory image of the Treasure-Dropping Coin gently twirled in his palm. Fang Ping stood with his hands behind his back, his chaotic aura flowing, his eyes calm and unwavering. He neither stopped nor agreed, as if he were merely observing an experiment he had long foreseen.

Yang Jian slowly turned around, the silver vertical line on his forehead shimmering with light. Facing the terrifying energy pressure that could make even a true immortal tremble, his handsome face remained calm, as still as a deep pool.

The three-pointed, double-edged sword points diagonally towards the ground. The blade does not flow with killing intent, but rather with a profound and serene Daoist charm that encompasses all things and harmonizes Yin and Yang.

"Your courage is commendable." Yang Jian's voice was clear and cold, like jade striking each other. "However, if power is not used properly, it is ultimately futile. If you wish to observe the Dao, I will show it to you."

The moment the words left his lips, Vegeta vanished! Super Saiyan Blue granted him speed beyond the limits of mortal vision, leaving only a sonic boom cloud compressed to its absolute limit in his wake. In the next fraction of a second, enveloped in a chilling blue flame powerful enough to shatter stars, he tore through space and punched Yang Jian in the face! Where his fist passed, space twisted and shattered, emitting a piercing sound like breaking glass! This was pure, ultimate violent aesthetics, a powerful outpouring of peak strength!

However, faced with this earth-shattering punch, Yang Jian only twitched his wrist very slightly.

hum!

The three-pointed double-edged sword silently rose upwards, the trajectory of its blade incredibly mysterious. It didn't directly confront the earth-shattering force of the fist, but rather, like a skilled butcher carving up an ox, it gently cut into the smallest and most crucial "gap" of the violent energy torrent.

Time seemed to be infinitely stretched at this moment.

The anticipated earth-shattering explosion did not occur. The raging, azure flames, powerful enough to shatter stars, were instantly thwarted upon contact with the seemingly casually raised blade, like a raging torrent encountering a pillar—no, like a divine hand that could quell rivers and guide floods! The unstoppable torrent of power was abruptly diverted, divided, and disintegrated by an invisible, incredibly resilient force!

laugh--!

A piercing tearing sound rang out. Vegeta's iron fist, imbued with the power of Super Saiyan Blue at its peak and capable of piercing a continental shelf, was actually guided by that light, floating blade, grazing Yang Jian's temple and slamming into the empty sky behind him!

The force of his fist transformed into a dazzling blue beam of light that shot straight into the sky, instantly piercing through the thick clouds and creating a huge hole with a diameter of tens of miles. Sunlight pierced down like a sharp sword, illuminating Vegeta's face, which was distorted by extreme shock and disbelief!

"What?!" Vegeta's pupils contracted to their maximum, his mind going completely blank. His all-out, determined attack had actually... been "slipped" away? It was as if he hadn't unleashed a devastating punch, but rather a ball that could be tossed around at will! This feeling was even more absurd and chilling than being directly defeated!

In that split second of mental turmoil, Yang Jian moved. He did not retaliate, but instead twisted his wrist again, and the three-pointed double-edged sword changed from a sweeping motion to a pressing one. The profound Daoist aura flowing on the blade suddenly became viscous and sluggish, as if it had transformed into tangible ancient ice and heavy mountains!

An indescribable, overwhelming pressure arose out of nowhere! It was not a physical impact, but rather the "ki" flowing around Vegeta, affecting every tiny "trend" of his body movements!

Vegeta felt as if the space around him had instantly solidified into a block of lead a billion times denser. The Super Saiyan Blue energy surging within him was as if it had been simultaneously bound by countless invisible shackles, making every movement a thousand times heavier and more difficult! His violent momentum was abruptly halted, and he felt as if he had been trapped in the thickest amber in the universe, even his thoughts became sluggish!

"Settle!" Yang Jian uttered a single word softly.

puff!

The eerie blue flames burning around Vegeta flickered violently for a moment, as if doused with a bucket of ice water, and then went out instantly!