Chapter 80: Divine Jade

The golden Dao vessel shimmered, making a spatial leap that instantly relocated it to the outskirts of this star system, where shattered meteors drifted in darkness and cold, untouched by any light.

"What a terrifying confrontation."

Little Phoenix tilted her pale, delicate face upward, her lustrous purple hair cascading like a waterfall, her skin tender, lips almost white, murmuring softly. It was her first time witnessing such a scene.

A Master of Cultivation waged war, shaking the cosmos; even separated by endless distances, the dreadful emanations still reached them.

"I hope Brother Windshang will be all right," the purple-haired girl clasped her hands, gazing at the starry sky, praying gently.

"Brother Windshang possesses the power to create something from nothing, able to erase traces of time—he won't be harmed. You'd better worry about yourself, lest that Daoist comes to capture you," Qing'er teased, pinching Little Phoenix's pert nose.

"Ah, stop!" Little Phoenix shrank back, wrinkling her nose, thinking of the terrifying appearance of the Yellow Toad Daoist; her bright dark eyes quivered, her petite frame retreating timidly.

The young man stared into the distance, starlight flickering in his eyes, calmly declaring, "If one day I attain such peerless cultivation, I shall sweep away all evil in the world, and quell the disturbances across the star domains."

Qing'er’s eyes sparkled as she laughed, "Master Nameless has great aspirations, but in the Era of Nine Universes, wherever cultivators gather, conflict never ceases. To clear all evil is no easy task."

The young man smiled softly, "A reckless remark, born of emotion—Miss Qing, please forgive me. I dare not hope for that day, only wish to offer my humble strength to bring peace to the Sacred House of the Star Sea."

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"Who are you, mighty fiend?" The Yellow Toad Daoist squinted, his gaze gloomy and profound. In his hand, the Azure Bamboo of the Netherworld spun at high speed, as two rule dragons formed, swirling.

One blue, one black, their eyes cold, bodies stretching billions of miles, pressing down upon the starry sky, awe-inspiring.

"Die!" Windshang roared, the light atop his head extinguishing the universe, unleashing his full strength in a devastating punch.

The cosmic winds howled, the shadow of calamity roared, ferocious as if from antiquity; from this punch, countless threads of snowy light surged forth.

This, the supreme art inscribed within the Divine Letter of the World, was the true pinnacle secret of the Celestial Calamity Clan, far surpassing the so-called Thousand-Hands Lament Sovereign by ten thousandfold.

Though Windshang lacked experience, with the full support of Azure Celestial Calamity, his power was still overwhelming.

Boom!

Two supreme forces collided at their peak.

The rule dragons sought to devour the calamity, but the shadow of calamity howled through the void, its furious claws rending the massive body spanning billions of miles. Yet, even this supreme phantom dimmed somewhat.

Amid the exploding brilliance, Windshang was enveloped in divine energy, streaks of azure fiendishness swirling across his body, protected doubly, left unscathed.

His eyes burned hot, white flames flickered, his fighting spirit boiling; along the fissure in the void, his speed exceeded the limits of the spiritual universe, closing in on the Yellow Toad Daoist.

Boom!

Windshang acted decisively, his fist shining across the stars, smashing hard at the Daoist.

In all his years, it was the first time he faced a Divine Lord head-on—this sensation was exhilarating to the extreme!

"Little ant, borrowing a surge of power, you dare attempt to match me?" The Yellow Toad Daoist sneered, his words dismissive, yet he dared not underestimate the foe. He wielded the Azure Bamboo of the Netherworld, clashing fiercely with Windshang, green bamboo light meeting blazing fist marks.

Boom boom boom!

In the blink of an eye, they exchanged millions of blows, thunderous explosions echoing endlessly, the fabric of space and time overturning, growing blurred.

The bamboo was light and nimble; in the Daoist’s hand, each sweep shattered stars, dimmed the void, as if a wondrous staff technique was unleashed.

Windshang’s fists flowed with fiendish energy, sharp and domineering, the power of creation enveloped his body, protecting his flesh; with the blessing of Azure Calamity’s Roaring Universe Letter, his fighting strength temporarily rivaled a Master of Cultivation, though his body was far inferior and needed divine energy’s shelter.

Thud!

The Azure Bamboo struck Windshang’s shoulder, the black devouring rule—dense as leeches—madly clung, trying to burrow into his flesh.

But here, divine light interlaced and currents surged, instantly repelling the attack.

"Divine-grade Refined Star Treasure Qi!" The Yellow Toad Daoist was shaken; his keen eyes recognized the aura surrounding Windshang as one of the thirty-three divine energies, able to deflect such a strike.

"This youth is protected by a Master of Cultivation, and has a divine energy companion—what is his true identity?" The Daoist’s heart raced; such a configuration was akin to the most prized scion of the cosmic royalty. Suddenly, he recalled the mysterious woman he had recently encountered.

Could it be...?

"Ancient Radiant Azure Fiend Flame!"

At that moment, Windshang erupted in brilliant light, his domineering azure fiend energy transforming into dazzling flames, burning all things—a peerless divine art of Azure Celestial Calamity.

The void shook violently!

Windshang’s punching power soared, divine force surging fiercely; each swing, each strike was simple and direct, wild and domineering, exploding across the battlefield.

Flames rained down, fiendish breath swept, fierce winds shook heaven and earth.

This section of the cosmos seemed on the verge of splitting apart.

Clang clang clang!

The Azure Bamboo endured each blow, vibrating ceaselessly, forcing the Yellow Toad Daoist back.

"You refuse to appear, letting a mere youth face me—do you truly disdain me?" The Daoist’s anger flared, certain now that the hidden protector was assisting; otherwise, Windshang’s rapid ascent would be impossible.

This incensed him—a Master of Cultivation, refusing to show his true form, hiding in the shadows, using another’s hand to spar. It was a humiliation!

Hiss!

A thread of devouring divine pattern appeared on the Daoist’s forehead—black and destructive, like mist, one of the highest rules in the spiritual universe.

An ordinary rule could help a Master of Cultivation condense one Divine Sphere; a supreme rule could yield three Divine Spheres—the difference was vast.

The Yellow Toad Daoist, in both talent and potential, was outstanding among Masters of Cultivation. He wielded two supreme rules: Life and Devouring.

The former granted him boundless vitality; the latter, extraordinary combat power.

Boom!

The Daoist’s aura erupted; three Divine Spheres representing the rule of destruction appeared behind him, dark and subdued, as if the next moment would devour everything here.

"Be careful, he’s about to unleash Divine Sphere power," Azure Celestial Calamity warned.

The most perilous moment in a cultivation battle was when both sides abandoned restraint, burning their Divine Spheres—then, a Master of Cultivation’s power soared to a new level.

Azure Celestial Calamity, a spirit of the Letter, had no Divine Spheres and could not bestow them upon Windshang. If the Daoist burned his, Windshang would be unable to match him.

"Don’t worry, I have Divine Spheres too—if he burns, I’ll burn!" Windshang boasted confidently. His treasure vault was not lacking in such precious things. Though rare, he would not hesitate.

After all, this battle was exhilarating, letting him experience the extraordinary might of the Divine Lord realm in advance; he had no wish for it to end so soon.