Boom!
The thunder spear struck the ground.
The rumbling thunder roared like a mighty sun, stretching endlessly across the sky. Lightning flashed, hooking the nine heavens and submerging the earth in a terrifying blaze. Wherever it passed, the earth and stones were scorched.
The marks of the original palace were completely erased.
Had it not been for the protective formations, the entire imperial palace would have been destroyed.
Under such power,
Not even Bei Chenheng, a mere mortal, could survive.
Even if he were at his peak, he might not be able to block it.
Bei Chen Yong had absolute confidence in this strike. Despite not reaching the Saint realm, he had absorbed not only the strength of his eight sons but also the talents he had collected over the years.
These individuals had secretly trained in the Nayuan Divine Technique, ultimately becoming his nourishment.
The accumulated cultivation of countless people had made him nearly invincible at his level!
“It's over,” Bei Chen Yong said coldly.
Even so, he still felt unsatisfied. His rage surged, burning within him, and his body was surrounded by demonic flames, like an ancient beast preparing to devour everything in its path.
“You've severed my path to becoming a Saint, yet you think death will be an easy end... hm?”
Bei Chen Yong raised his hand, grasping at the air, but instead of a soul, he felt only emptiness amidst the thunder.
What's happening?
His brows furrowed.
By all logic, Bei Chenheng should be dead. Why, then, could he not sense anything when attempting to seize his soul?
Could it be...?
A guess formed in Bei Chen Yong's mind.
Had his previous strike shattered Bei Chenheng's soul?
This possibility was very slim.
He was well aware of his own strength, and the power of that thunderous spear. No one knew better than him how devastating it had been. The soul should have been left behind.
Something was wrong.
Bei Chen Yong's eyes narrowed as his gaze pierced through the thunder, attempting to discern what had occurred.
Before he could fully assess the situation,
A figure emerged from the sea of lightning, walking as though in a leisurely stroll.
“How is this possible?!”
Bei Chen Yong's brows tightened, disbelief flashing in his eyes. He said, his voice heavy with shock, “You're still alive?”
“Sorry to disappoint you, Father Emperor.”
Bei Chenheng, still appearing ancient in appearance, walked up the stairs with his hands behind his back. With each step, his withered body suddenly resonated with a powerful sound, like a mountain crashing and a tsunami roaring.
His true essence rumbled within, and his blood and energy surged like smoke signals, breaking through the sky and scattering the clouds in all directions.
From where he stood, a vortex of destiny seemed to form above, drawing the aura of the entire Tianyin Empire toward him from all sides.
The swirling energy gathered above his head, pouring downward like a torrent.
“I've already said, Father Emperor has sat on this throne for five thousand years; it's time for him to step down and give way to someone else!”
Bei Chenheng remained calm, his every step making his aura grow stronger.
The cultivation he had lost was rapidly returning.
Body Refining Realm!
Vital Energy Realm!
...
Heavenly Phenomenon Realm!
Saint Lord Realm!
Saint!
...
Boom!
With the final step, Bei Chenheng stood face-to-face with Bei Chen Yong. He locked eyes with his father, and a terrifying aura burst from his body, sweeping the surroundings.
The power of a Saint suppressed everything beneath the heavens and above the earth!
Bang!
A terrifying force surged toward Bei Chen Yong.
His body was struck as if hit by an immense force. He trembled and then his face turned pale, sending him flying through the air. The sound of crashing echoed as he shattered countless palaces and sent dust flying everywhere.
Bei Chen Yong crashed into the ruins, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth. Trembling, he struggled to rise, his disheveled hair hanging over his shoulders, his entire figure looking wild and desperate.
“It's impossible!”
“No! It! Can't! Be!”
“I have toiled and planned for thousands of years, yet I have not become a Saint! The techniques you've cultivated are incomplete, lacking the proper follow-up—how could you surpass me and become a Saint first?!”
“This doesn't make sense...!!”
“You've already crippled your cultivation! Why, then, have you become a Saint?!”
Bei Chen Yong was nearly driven mad. His lifelong pursuit had ended in failure, while his son, once just a pawn in his game, had now escaped the chessboard.
Not only had he escaped, but Bei Chenheng had sed their roles—he had become the player, and Bei Chen Yong, the piece.
This transformation left Bei Chen Yong on the verge of vomiting blood.
“There is nothing impossible in this world.”
Bei Chenheng turned around.
At that moment,
He stood like a jade figure, tall and slender, his appearance now that of someone barely in their twenties. Anyone who looked at him would undoubtedly praise him as a paragon of beauty.
Having reached the realm of a Saint, his lifespan had inexplicably increased by ten thousand years, and his former middle-aged appearance had been completely restored to youthful vigor. In a sense, it was as if he had reversed time.
As long as the Tianyin Empire did not fall, staying within its borders would grant him everything a Saint should possess—including eternal life!
This, too, revealed the terrifying power of the Borrowing Luck to Become a Saint method.
“There must be something wrong!”
Bei Chen Yong's voice was hoarse. After a moment, he suddenly raised his head, his eyes fixed on Bei Chenheng as he gasped out a few words.
“The method of borrowing luck to become a Saint!”
Back then,
The forbidden techniques of the Dali Empire had earned great renown across the world. Naturally, the Tianyin Empire had coveted it. After destroying the Dali Empire, they searched the land for it, but to no avail.
Until,
Bei Chen Yong ascended to the throne.
He too had searched for it, but found nothing.
But unexpectedly,
Today,
The method of borrowing luck to become a Saint had manifested in his son's hands!
“Give it to me!”
“Give me the method of borrowing luck to become a Saint!”
“You can have anything you want! I will give you anything!!!”
Bei Chen Yong stumbled forward, his eyes filled with yearning. After the hope of becoming a Saint shattered, a glimmer of hope appeared in his heart.
“I want...”
Bei Chenheng's lips curled into a cold smile as he said, “Father Emperor, go spend some time with your brothers.”
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