Chapter 8 The Void-You Chaos Immortal

“Go.”

Ji Ning struck out with his palm again. A pinnacle Ancestral God who was unwilling to contest strength—to win, he needed to reveal some real techniques. In terms of strength, even Source Elder, relying on his ‘Black Lotus Secret Art,’ had nearly been driven to collapse by Ji Ning’s attacks, showing how fierce Ji Ning’s momentum was. But what about technique? Ji Ning’s sword arts had yet to be displayed. As Ji Ning’s palm struck out, it once again transformed into a patch of dark clouds, still brimming with overwhelming power. But this time, the dark clouds moved even faster, surpassing the limits of the Heavenly Daos, and even carried a strange, destructive force.

The Heaven-Collapsing Stroke of the Brightmoon Sword Art!

With Ji Ning’s sword arts having reached their current level, the Heaven-Collapsing Stroke he executed was astonishingly powerful, faster, and carried a vast, crushing, destructive force that made it hard for the enemy to dodge.

“How is it so fast!” Blackjade Ancestral God wanted to evade but couldn’t avoid it; he could only watch helplessly as that ‘massive dark cloud’ slammed toward him.

“Damn it.” Blackjade held four slender swords and hurriedly blocked.

“Bang.”

Blackjade Ancestral God flew backward but still defended steadily. He excelled in fierce attacks and also in bizarre sword techniques, so his ability to deflect force was not lacking. The first time he was knocked down by Ji Ning’s palm, it was because he had overestimated himself and met force with force, bearing the full brunt of Ji Ning’s strike. Now, with his four slender swords constantly deflecting force, he managed to hold on.

“This Blackjade Ancestral God’s defensive methods are still far inferior to Source Elder’s.” Ji Ning gauged the situation after the first exchange.

Source Elder, relying on his palms, had once defended flawlessly; Ji Ning had to use the ‘Heartsword Stroke’ to win instantly back then.

Blackjade Ancestral God, after all, excelled in offense. Though he understood some principles of deflecting force, he was still inferior to Source Elder.

…

“Blackjade is at a disadvantage?”

“Blackjade is completely on the defensive, unable to attack at all. The gap in strength is so obvious.”

“This silver-scale soldier’s palm actually surpasses the limits of the Heavenly Daos. So formidable, and his strength is incredibly fierce. Even Blackjade Ancestral God, who excels in strength, can’t withstand it.”

The watching Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals were all amazed.

Too strong.

“Fall!” Ji Ning suddenly let out a loud shout, and his body flickered as he manifested three heads and six arms. His six arms all elongated, and six massive dark clouds, each surpassing the limits of the Heavenly Daos, executed the ‘Heaven-Collapsing Stroke of the Brightmoon Sword Art,’ carrying an incredibly fierce momentum as they wildly slammed toward Blackjade Ancestral God.

Six large palms struck in a frenzied, continuous barrage.

For a moment, palm shadows stretched endlessly.

“Too terrifying.”

“Who can withstand such a fierce palm technique?”

“So fast, so fierce.”

All the Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals on the training ground, including Captain Li Hao and the others who had been eating and drinking with Ji Ning earlier, felt a chill. They could see that few pinnacle Ancestral Gods could match Ji Ning’s palm strength, and his speed surpassed the limits of the Heavenly Daos. With great strength, high speed, and six palms striking wildly…

Ji Ning’s methods were simple, yet they left these Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals breathless, with no way to counter them.

The simpler they were, the more despairing.

“No.”

“Impossible!” Blackjade Ancestral God, submerged under the palm shadows, lasted only a single breath before finally falling. After all, he was still lacking in defense.

“Whoosh.”

The moment he fell, Ji Ning’s large palm struck his divine body until it went completely limp, then grabbed him.

Ji Ning withdrew the three-heads-six-arms divine ability and held Blackjade Ancestral God in one hand. Blackjade Ancestral God, caught in Ji Ning’s palm, struggled with all four arms, but Ji Ning’s strength was too great; he couldn’t break free.

“Are you convinced?” Ji Ning held Blackjade Ancestral God.

“You…” Blackjade Ancestral God gritted his teeth. Three hundred bottles of chaos nectar!

Ji Ning shook his head. “It seems I’ll have to put you away and refine you with water and fire…” Blackjade Ancestral God’s divine body was comparable to a top-grade innate treasure. For Ji Ning to break his divine body head-on, he would need to rely on the divine sword Violetjade; otherwise, he could only suppress him first and then slowly refine him to death.

“I concede.” Blackjade Ancestral God lowered his head and said reluctantly.

…

“How is it?” At the edge of the training ground stood two figures. One was a gray-robed elder, the island lord of the Recruiting Island, ‘Fuzhe’; the other was a handsome man in a white robe with flowing white hair, carrying a box on his back, silently watching the battle between Ji Ning and Blackjade Ancestral God.

“He’s indeed quite fierce.” The white-robed, white-haired man sighed softly. “It seems he’s cultivated some very powerful divine abilities; his strength is astonishing.”

“His palm technique is also formidable; every palm surpasses the limits of the Heavenly Daos.” Island Lord Fuzhe said.

“Mm.” The white-robed, white-haired man shook his head gently. “But if that’s all, it wouldn’t warrant the master’s intervention.”

“This might only be part of his strength.” Island Lord Fuzhe said. “I feel he didn’t lie to me.”

The white-robed, white-haired man nodded and continued watching.

…

Ji Ning retracted his arm, which had stretched a thousand zhang, and Blackjade Ancestral God fell to the ground. He rubbed his throat, looked at Ji Ning, and said, “I’ll remember you.”

“And the wager?” Ji Ning said calmly.

“The wager.”

“Blackjade Ancestral God, bring out the wager.” Captain Li Hao and the other Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals were now excited, gathering around Ji Ning. Baiwu Ancestral God even patted Ji Ning’s shoulder in amazement. “Impressive! With strength like this, why are you wearing silver-scale armor? You should at least get a set of gold-scale armor. Blackjade, what are you dazed for? Hurry up and hand over the wager.”

Blackjade Ancestral God snorted coldly, waved his hand, and left behind two hundred and forty jade bottles and a set of Nine Stars Azure Spirit Hooks on the ground. Then he turned and left, vanishing at the camp gate in a flash.

Ji Ning waved his hand and collected them.

“Brother Baiwu, this is your treasure.” Ji Ning handed the Nine Stars Azure Spirit Hooks to Baiwu Ancestral God.

“This, this won’t do…” Baiwu Ancestral God waved his hand repeatedly. “I lost them to Blackjade; you won them from him.”

“This is the treasure you use in battle. You’ve used it for so many years; you must be very familiar with it.” Ji Ning said.

Baiwu Ancestral God hesitated. This set of treasures had indeed been with him for a long time, and he had grown attached to them. He gritted his teeth and said, “Fine, I’ll take the treasure. I owe you one, Brother Beiming. If there’s anything you need me to do in the future, just say the word.” For Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals, they were unwilling to easily owe favors. Baiwu Ancestral God accepted only because he had used these treasures for so long.

“Captain Li Hao.” Ji Ning waved his hand, and a hundred bottles of chaos nectar floated beside him.

“I don’t need it.” Li Hao smiled and shook his head. “I lost the chaos nectar fair and square; there’s no way I’m taking it back. Don’t say any more.”

Taking it would mean owing a favor.

Baiwu Ancestral God had taken it, but he intended to repay it in the future.

“Let’s go, let’s go. Beiming won so much; we need to treat ourselves to a good meal at his expense. We were interrupted halfway through earlier and didn’t get our fill.”

“Right, right, right. Let’s go.”

These Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals were delighted; making Blackjade Ancestral God suffer was satisfying for them too.

“Everyone, hold on.” Two figures walked over side by side from a distance.

“It’s Gongchao.”

“It’s Gongchao.”

The white-robed, white-haired man and Island Lord Fuzhe walked side by side.

“Brother Fuzhe.” Ji Ning smiled.

“This is Gongchao.” Island Lord Fuzhe introduced him. “He is the senior disciple of Void-You Immortal.”

This man named ‘Gongchao’ had handsome features, flowing robes, and carried a box on his back. He smiled and said, “On the master’s orders, I have come to invite Beiming to the Void-You Palace.”

The other Ancestral Gods and Ancestral Immortals were startled.

“Go quickly.”

“Beiming, a Chaos Immortal has summoned you. Go quickly.” They all sent silent transmissions.

Ji Ning’s heart tightened as well. On Mistrock Planet, there were nine World-level cultivators, one of whom was ‘Void-You Immortal,’ a Chaos Immortal. Void-You Immortal was an outsider… originally drifting through the chaos, but perhaps he grew tired or for other reasons, and settled on Mistrock Planet.

Disciples like Void-You Immortal’s had almost all followed him to Mistrock Planet; they were all outsiders. In the endless years since settling on Mistrock Planet, Void-You Immortal had only taken on two disciples.

“So it seems the one verifying my strength this time is this Void-You Immortal.” Ji Ning thought to himself. “I’ve long heard how formidable World-level cultivators are, but I’ve never seen one.”

Void-You Immortal would probably be the first World-level cultivator he truly saw in person.

“Everyone, I’ll be heading to the Void-You Palace now.” Ji Ning turned and said to Li Hao and the others.

“Let’s go.” Ji Ning said.

Accompanied by Island Lord Fuzhe and Ancestral Immortal Gongchao, Ji Ning left the camp. The three flew side by side. The city was vast, and the nine World-level cultivators all had their own palaces.

“That’s the Void-You Palace.” Ancestral Immortal Gongchao pointed into the distance at a majestic, almost entirely black palace. The palace emitted rings of golden ripples that swept in all directions, and the pressure made Ji Ning secretly startled.

“The Void-You Palace is a Dao treasure.” Ancestral Immortal Gongchao said with a smile. “Back then, we fellow disciples followed the master, roaming the chaos and visiting countless dangerous places… often relying on this Void-You Palace to withstand danger.”

Ji Ning nodded.

At the entrance of the Void-You Palace, servants stood guard. Seeing Ancestral Immortal Gongchao, Island Lord Fuzhe, and Ji Ning walk in together, they did not stop them.

Inside the palace, it was vast. As far as the eye could see, beautiful women of various races were everywhere, along with rare birds and beasts. There were springs with rushing water, exuding a compelling spiritual energy, clearly no ordinary spiritual springs.

“The master is in the main hall.” Ancestral Immortal Gongchao pointed ahead and said with a smile, “The master is quite curious about you after learning of your affairs.”

“Senior brother, senior brother.” A lively girl in thin gauze came running over. Ji Ning looked and was secretly amazed, as the girl was only a True Immortal. For a True Immortal to become a disciple of Void-You Immortal was no easy feat.

“Junior sister, what’s wrong?” Ancestral Immortal Gongchao asked.

“Blackmist World God has also come.” The girl lowered her voice. “He’s in the main hall right now; the master is entertaining him.”

Ji Ning’s mind stirred.

Blackmist World God?

Among the nine World-level cultivators on Mistrock Planet, three were World Gods, and Blackmist World God was one of them.

“Oh?” Ancestral Immortal Gongchao seemed thoughtful and smiled at Ji Ning. “It seems Brother Beiming’s appeal is considerable. Let’s go; let’s go see the master and Blackmist World God.”

“Mm.”

Ji Ning, along with Ancestral Immortal Gongchao and Island Lord Fuzhe, walked toward the main hall’s entrance.