Chapter 51: Six Great Powers

Ji Ning sent a mental message: "Master, if you and I talk, will the Undying Sect find out?"

"Hard to say," Subhuti sent back. "In terms of spacetime control, I am the best in the Three Realms. My Mountain of Fangcun has layers upon layers of spacetime; no other great power in the Three Realms can probe it. Only the Heartlord of the Undying Sect, who has merged with the Heavenly Dao, might be able to—I'm not certain."

"If we send mental messages, the chances of him detecting us might be lower," Subhuti said.

Ji Ning nodded.

There was nothing to be done.

Ever since deciding to offer his master the Nine-Angled Electric Serpent escape technique and six bottles of Chaos Nectar, Ji Ning had prepared himself for the possibility of being discovered by the Undying Sect. He wasn't being entirely selfless; his main concern was ensuring his wife and daughter could live well. The six bottles of Chaos Nectar in his hands would eventually increase his own power, but only to a limited extent. It was far better to give them away.

If the top powers on his side obtained them, their strength would greatly increase, even having a significant impact on the final battle.

Though saving his senior apprentice-sister was important, winning the final battle was even more so!

Even if the Undying Sect targeted him, the worst that could happen was being killed. He could then rise again using his two true bodies in the stone stele.

"Have you mastered this divine ability?" Subhuti suddenly asked.

"Yes," Ji Ning replied.

"Good." Subhuti smiled and nodded. "To outsiders, I will say that I gave you the technique and treasures to master it. If any of our own great powers ask, blame it on me."

"Our own great powers?" Ji Ning was thoughtful.

"The great powers of the Undying Sect dare not act against you," Subhuti sent. "They still dare not provoke a war among True Gods and Daofathers. You also carry my token; if you encounter danger, activate it immediately, and I will know at once. But the great powers on our side are harder to guard against. You need to be cautious."

"Yes," Ji Ning said.

"Do you have any more of that treasure? Enough to master this divine ability?" Subhuti couldn't help but ask mentally. "It's not that I'm greedy, but this ability greatly helps our side. Of course, I won't let you suffer. Sanqing and the others each have some treasures from chaos foreigners and those left by Nuwa."

"I have three or four bottles left," Ji Ning sent. "If Master needs them, I can offer them."

Ji Ning planned to keep the rest for restoring his avatars, give one bottle to his strongest subordinate, Red Snow, and save some for his daughter's future use.

"Three or four bottles?" Subhuti could see Ji Ning wasn't lying. "No need. Too few to be useful."

Chaos Nectar was only useful in sufficient quantities.

For a True God or Daofather to cultivate the Taowu Eighteen Fiendgods to the second level required at least a hundred bottles. For a powerful True God or Daofather like Buddha Tathagata or Sanqing, suddenly having eighteen avatars would have an astonishing impact on the battle. Unfortunately, there wasn't that much Chaos Nectar.

Taming the Nine-Angled Electric Serpent also required six bottles.

One or two bottles?

They were only useful for Celestial Immortals and True Immortals; their use for True Gods and Daofathers was too limited.

Even in the Nine Chaos Kingdoms, those who served as wardens of the World Prisons for long ages only received one bottle. Clearly, the Nine Chaos Lords were very stingy with their gifts. Most Chaos Nectar was held by the Nine Chaos Lords themselves; their level required astonishing amounts.

...

In the endless chaos was a medicinal field, beside which stood a thatched hut.

Before the hut, figures gathered: the Daoist-robed elder Subhuti, Shennong like an old farmer, Suiren with disheveled hair and thick beard in a beast-skin skirt like a savage, the imposing Fuxi, the calm Sanqing, the smiling Buddha Tathagata, and a hunched figure in a tattered gray robe with a hideous mask.

"Everyone has seen this technique," Subhuti said, scanning the group.

These figures...

were the true pinnacle rulers of Nuwa's camp.

"The technique is good, but what use is it if we can't cultivate it?" Fuxi smiled at Subhuti. "Subhuti, what are you planning? Speak."

Subhuti turned his hand, revealing six black bottles.

"These are..."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

None were foolish; they had all seen the Nine-Angled Electric Serpent Escape Technique, which recorded that taming the serpent required six bottles of Chaos Nectar. Now that Subhuti had produced six bottles, they had their guesses.

"This is Chaos Nectar, six bottles," Subhuti said.

"This..."

"Where did this Chaos Nectar come from?" The pinnacle existences of Nuwa's camp grew excited. In the camp war, any increase in their own strength meant a greater chance of victory. At this point, increasing their strength was no easy task.

Subhuti said, "My disciple Ji Ning offered it. Don't spread this; it would only bring disaster to my disciple."

"Ji Ning?" The hunched figure in tattered robes with a mask rasped, the only words he spoke during the gathering. He said nothing more.

Subhuti glanced at the hunched figure, sighing inwardly.

"He has mastered this divine ability himself and gave the remaining Chaos Nectar to me," Subhuti said.

"A Celestial Immortal," Sanqing said softly. "To have such great fortune and be willing to part with it—rare, rare." Hearing that Ji Ning had also mastered it surprised none; they would have done the same in his position. But not everyone would give away such treasures.

"Boundless merit," Buddha Tathagata said with a smile.

"Alright, speak up. Who will cultivate it?" Subhuti's gaze swept the group.

"Your disciple offered it; won't you cultivate it?" Shennong asked cheerfully.

"In speed, I am inferior to the Demonheart Lord and Golden Crow, but in escape, I am no worse. In spacetime control, no one in the Three Realms surpasses me. This divine ability is useful to me, but not greatly. Don't be modest; decide quickly who among you will cultivate it."

The other six were silent for a moment.

"Suiren," Sanqing spoke.

"Big brother is suitable," Shennong nodded.

The others did not object.

"Good, I will cultivate this divine ability," Suiren nodded. The oldest and most powerful human did not decline.

"I owe your disciple," Suiren said to Subhuti.

"How to repay him, you decide," Subhuti laughed.

Suiren nodded.

Suiren was extremely powerful; even the Undying Sect believed he was likely the strongest in Nuwa's camp. Especially his intangible aura, very close to Pangu's when he created the world. Suiren was formidable in direct combat but lacked in speed.

With the Nine-Angled Electric Serpent Escape Technique, he would be like a tiger with wings, greatly increasing his strength.

"Whoosh."

The hunched figure in tattered gray robes vanished into thin air.

"After all these years, he still hasn't crossed that hurdle in his heart," Fuxi shook his head.

"No one can persuade him. Even Nuwa couldn't convince him back then. What can be done?" Subhuti sighed. "Only he himself can cross the hurdle in his heart."

...

Sword Immortal Realm, Mount Wu Bao.

Ji Ning sat in his thatched hut, silently calming his mind.

Whoosh.

Ji Ning had entered the Plume-Gathering Grand World, leaving an avatar in the hut.

...

Plume-Gathering Grand World.

"Prefecture Lord."

A vast army of immortals bowed in submission. Ji Ning stood midair, looking down. There were over a hundred thousand Celestial Immortals and even more Sanxian. Most came from a legion obtained from Youdao Daofather and some immortals native to the Plume-Gathering Grand World.

"Form the Rahu Formation," Ji Ning commanded.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh—countless immortals rose like locusts. After obtaining the Rahu Formation and moving the legion into the Plume-Gathering Grand World, Ji Ning had ordered them to train, long since making arrangements.

Ninety thousand Celestial Immortals and eight million Sanxian had been waiting for years. The rest were reserves.

With Ji Ning at the center, the ninety thousand Celestial Immortals were like ninety thousand meridians, fully connecting the eight million Sanxian. The complex formation would baffle even a Daofather. Fortunately, each person only needed to handle their part. Ji Ning, as the core and mind, needed only to command.

Rumble—endless worldly power surged.

The sky seemed to collapse.

Multicolored worldly power rapidly condensed, and a mighty Rahu Fiendgod began to take form. First, his legs, powerful and strong, skin tinged black. Gradually, his torso formed, mostly black but with silvery fur on his flanks.

His arms appeared, one after another—six powerful arms.

His head condensed, eyes full of murderous aura, but his face resembled Ji Ning's.

"Roar!"

The Rahu Fiendgod 'Ji Ning' roared to the sky, shaking heaven and earth.

"I can barely suppress my anger," Ji Ning thought, controlling the Rahu Fiendgod. The legendary Rahu had four faces and six arms, a natural trait, not a divine ability. Fuxi's formation gave it only one face but kept the six arms.

"Ninety thousand Celestial Immortals and eight million Sanxian—the gathered worldly power is too vast." Ji Ning struggled, able to channel only a tiny fraction of the fiendgod's power, yet it far surpassed the strongest Punishment Celestial.

Ji Ning had other true bodies but couldn't join the formation. The ninety thousand Celestial Immortals were perfectly balanced. Replacing some with Pure Yang True Immortals would upset the balance, making command even harder.

"Out."

Swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, swish.

The Rahu Fiendgod Ji Ning grasped a divine sword in each of his six arms: three Northmoon swords and three Ananda World-Pacifying swords.

"Undying Sect," the Rahu Fiendgod Ji Ning muttered, voice full of murderous intent. Then, holding six divine swords, he teleported out of the Plume-Gathering Grand World.