I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 907: Chapter Two Hundred and One: Like a God

Three years of closed-door cultivation, a thousand days and nights of devoted study, except for three hours of daily exercises in controlled breathing, Tang Luo was ceaselessly immersed in the study of martial arts and exploring the nuances of his own soul.

And hard work, unlike praying to gods and worshiping Buddha, is always reliable, for it will never let you down. Therefore, even with a soul sphere of unprecedented darkness, Tang Luo had uncovered many of its unique characteristics.

For instance, although the Power of Truth inherent to the dark soul sphere could not be integrated into Spirit Arts directly, it could be transformed through Spiritual Power.

Upon the infusion of immense Spiritual Power, the dark soul sphere would gain form and an astonishing weight, and its size would expand.

The dark soul sphere seemed to contain a certain magnetic force, enabling it to attract specific types of high-grade ore and even control them.

With far greater solidity and toughness than ordinary souls, the dark soul sphere was nearly impervious to any Soul Devouring art; Tang Luo had once taken a soul-severing bell from the treasury to test the limit of the dark soul sphere’s strength.

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As a martial arts master who had awakened the Sky-level Soul Devouring bloodline, Ji Shiyun’s Soul Severing Melody was revered as the bane of souls. Although the soul-severing bell contained only a single soul-confining tone, it was powerful enough to annihilate 99% of the souls in the Fierce Realm. Tang Luo dared to risk his life only because of his robust physique.

But even he did not anticipate that the soul-severing bell, known as the bane of souls, could not even make the dark soul sphere tremble; once the soul-shaking tone struck the soul, it vanished without a trace, as if a clay ox entering the sea, not even his innate Yin-Yang Grinding Wheel could subdue his own dark soul sphere.

Hence, Tang Luo was merely bluffing Duan Longshu back in front of the Fire God Temple. His practice of so many robust soul arts was not for a mutual destruction with the enemy at a crucial moment, but rather to test the limits of the dark soul sphere. Sadly, he had yet to find those limits and would have to continue observing in the future.

However, due to the practice of those robust soul arts, the Yuan magnetic power of the dark soul sphere grew increasingly potent, which led to the design of the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads.

The Star Robe was set flying by the arcs of electricity, the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads moved so fast that only their afterimages were left. The blue arcs of electricity grew brighter and more dense, creating a net of electricity that engulfed Tang Luo’s figure.

Tang Luo spread his arms, and suddenly the radius of rotation of the Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads expanded; the arcs of electricity were stretched out, and some snow clouds were affected, faintly emitting the roar of thunder.

As the radius of rotation of the Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads increased, the Yuan Magnetic net turned into a Yuan Magnetic Storm, roaring in the heavens above.

The Yuan Magnetic Storm grew larger and larger, the Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads flew around wildly, scattering the thick snow clouds above, and the thunder within the clouds was captivated by the storm, constantly gathering towards the Yuan Magnetic Storm.

Ten miles, thirty miles, fifty miles, a hundred miles!

The snow clouds within a hundred-mile radius were dispersed, naturally halting the snowfall, yet yielding another dreadful scene. The Yuan Magnetic Storm turned the sky above the Vimazhita plains into a realm of thunder, with blue-green glows enveloping the thousand-mile grassland, stunning the pilgrims into kneeling on the ground, while even the ascetic monks halted their steps, chanting scriptures, believing they had witnessed a sacred phenomenon.

As for Tang Luo, oblivious to the thoughts of those on the ground, he only knew that as more and more of the power of thunder was drawn by the Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, he was gradually becoming overwhelmed. One could only imagine the terrifying force that was accumulating within his Yuan Magnetic Storm.

And what he had to do was only half done, like a divine presence descending upon the world, the eighteen Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads dragged countless electric snakes to the ground, creating a column of light made of thunder and lightning, churning the earth and tossing up the turf.

Just as the pilgrims thought this was divine punishment, an unforgettable scene unfolded before their eyes.

This column of lighting seemed endless, stretching in one direction. From a distance, it looked like a heavenly finger formed of thunder, drawing a line across the vast Vimazhita plains, a line that went from east to west. After the thunder, what remained was a road with the snow and ice melted away, still radiating a warmth that comforted the heart.

With the howling snow gone, visibility greatly improved, and the pilgrims on the Vimazhita plains devoutly knelt before the column of thunder.

The eighteen Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads controlled the lightning in the sky, while another eighteen attracted the lightning from the sky to consume it. Tang Luo leisurely controlled the storm, heading west, carving out a true heavenly road for this group of devout believers!

Whether there were gods in the world, Tang Luo did not know, but at that moment, the people on the Vimazhita plains worshipped him like a deity!

The column of Yuan Magnetic lightning and the Yuan Magnetic Storm stretched westward, and all the pilgrims along the way knelt before the column, uttering words that, although Tang Luo could not understand a word, it did not dampen his spirits.

He had already seen many pilgrims driving their beast carts onto the road cleared by the lightning column, cheering and ecstatic. Their faces showed not calmness or numbness, but peace and joy—perhaps because they felt they could reach their destination, perhaps the miracle strengthened their faith, but no matter what, Tang Luo had saved these people’s lives from the hands of fate.

Striking snow with magnetic force, making a road with thunder, the joy of battling against the heavens is truly boundless!

Tang Luo, wearing the Gou Chen Mask, looked up and cracked a smile. The roaring of the Yuan Magnetic Storm in the heavens grew even louder.

The miracle on the Vimazhita plains continued for a thousand miles, and only stopped because the thunder in the sky had been exhausted.

The endless snow clouds, swept away by the Yuan Magnetic force, had formed a heavenly road that spanned a thousand miles. And Tang Luo’s control over the Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads had improved tremendously—if upon leaving Xiling he was merely proficient, now he had reached a sublime level of mastery.

This bolstered his confidence for the task ahead. After all, the identity of Gou Chen was something he highly valued. Should there be any defeat, it would be a disgrace he could not face.noveldrama

He shook out his Star Robe, gathered the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads within it, and the tall, thin man wearing the Gou Chen Mask descended to the ground, stepping into the first great city he came upon in the Vimazhita plains—Hyderabad.

Unlike typical cities, this great city of the Feitian Clan was built upon a hillside. One only needed to look up to see the majestic temple, with alternating gold and black colors, grand, solemn, and sacred.

Walking into the city, one saw monks and prostrating worshippers dressed distinctively everywhere. Contrary to Tang Luo’s expectations of direness, even though the people here were not clad in splendid garments or even considered tidy, every person who made eye contact with him offered a smile, unafraid of his eerie attire.

It was hard to believe that this was the city ruled by the irritable, narrow-minded Feitian Xiushi, not until Tang Luo met a man dressed in a golden monk’s robe, appearing like a Rakshasa.