Chapter 1432 – Godlike but Not God
"Qin Nan, what are you doing?"
The copper mirror's icy voice suddenly exploded in the cave.
Qin Nan's decision had even startled her who was in the endless rift.
Before Qin Nan could respond, he completely suppressed the tremendous force that was about to evolve in his body. The blue-golden rune stabilized, meaning that the outcome was fixed.
BANG BANG BANG!
At that instant, a series of explosions took place in Qin Nan's body as if he had received a great blow.
Even though the flesh was as strong as a sixth-layer Martial Monarch, it still suffered significant damage. Its bones were totally shattered. Blood leaked out from his mouth as his face turned extremely pale.
Forfeiting suddenly when leveling up was one of the greatest taboo in cultivation.
If it weren't for Qin Nan's extraordinary power, the damage he suffered would be even greater, he might even die from it.
"Why did you forgive on the level-up? Do you know how rare the chance is to come by? Even if you're given ten more years to stay in the Nine Heavens, there's a chance that you won't…"
The copper mirror's voice was utterly cold. It instantly froze the whole cave.
She never thought Qin Nan would do such a thing.
"Mm? Is that…"
Before she could finish, when she saw the force with the shape of stone in Qin Nan's body and the illusionary blue-golden rune in it, she too was greatly astounded.
What's going on?
How did the Dao rune appear?
Qin Nan was obviously the successor of the Divine God of Battle, why could he possibly acquire the Dao rune?
"Copper mirror, I can feel that this blue-golden rune is extremely important, hence why I've forfeited the process," Qin Nan wiped the blood by his lips and asked probingly, "I believe with how knowledgeable you are, you would know what it is?"
"Not a clue."
The copper mirror responded after a prolonged silence.
"However, it seems like if you're able to level up to the Martial God Realm, you should be able to probe the next level, or even beyond that, but, the energy you need to do so will be at least ten times greater than the energy you had just now."
Due to the existence of the Dao rune, Qin Nan's force had reached a different level. It was no longer possible to compare it with ordinary cultivators.
"As long as I rank up to the Martial God Realm?"
Qin Nan became restless as the huge boulder in his heart sank to the bottom.
Even though he believed that the blue-golden rune was extraordinary, he had taken a huge risk by forfeiting the level-up. He was still unsure if he could probe the next cultivation level again.
After all, if he could no longer level up further, his trip to the Nine Heavens had completely lost its meaning. He would have no chance shattering the South-Heaven Gate.
"If I need at least ten times the energy, the only option I have is to visit the Drought Demon Immortal Tomb. I bet that the energy from the succession is more than enough for me to rank up to the Martial God Realm."
Qin Nan soon calmed down as the thought crossed his mind.
He now had eighteen pendants and the Ancient Black Altar with him. Acquiring the succession should not be too much of a problem.
Besides, he had more than eighty days to spend in the Nine Heavens. Only a month had passed since he arrived. He still had enough time.
"Let's see what happened to the force inside my body."
Upon making up his mind, Qin Nan shifted his focus toward the tremendous force accumulating in his dantian.
The force had merged with one hundred and fifty-six streams of Divine Battle Force and the unique rune. His strength had long surpassed his actual body.
"Destruction Finger!"
Qin Nan flicked his finger, firing a black ray out of the cave, into the forest in the distance.
BANG!
Following a huge explosion, the ancient trees over a distance of a few tens of li instantly vanished as if they were shredded by a terrifying storm, leaving a bottomless pit on the ground.
"This…"
Qin Nan could not help but gasp.
The force had greatly surpassed his expectations.
With his strength, it was likely that he could now face a fourth-layer Martial God. If his actual body possessed this power, he would be able to fight a seventh-layer Martial God.
"The change that the blue-golden rune brought is simply too massive. It feels like the force in my body has evolved twice. Hopefully, it's still there when I return to my own body…" mumbled Qin Nan. "Forget it, time to recover from the injury."
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and sat down on the ground in silence.
Meanwhile, in the vast, pitch-black rift, Empress Feiyue halted for a second time under the astonished gaze of her immortal generals.
"He has already acquired the Dao rune before merging with the soul of the Divine God of Battle."
"It seems like the secrets related to his background is a lot more terrifying than what I've speculated. I guess I'll have to look for the lost tenth page of the Boundless Dao Records."
Her glamorous eyes flickered.
She was now exceedingly intrigued by Qin Nan.
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Time gradually passed. Five days later, the Drought Demon Immortal Tomb finally opened.
The Patriarchs of the three factions immediately gave the orders. The experts and geniuses executed the plan and headed for the immortal tomb at their quickest speed.
Qin Nan who was in the pitch-black forest slowly opened his eyes. After cultivating for a few days, he had fully recovered from the injury.
"Time to go to the Drought Demon Immortal Tomb."
Qin Nan murmured. He flicked his finger and inserted a drop of monarch blood into the Ancient Black Altar to refine it. Meanwhile, his figure appeared in front of the mist that was shrouding the path with a flicker.
The mist was rather magical. Even with his cultivation, he could barely see a distance of three li.
"Mm? There are lots of immortal herbs on the path too."
Qin Nan's eyes glittered. He took the immortal herbs as he was flying on the path.
Qin Nan was unsure how long the path was. He had already spent half an hour advancing forward, yet there was still no sign of an end. However, the path was free of traps or danger, saving him time and energy.
"Mm?"
Another half an hour later, Qin Nan came to a stop.
In front of him stood a pitch-black stone bridge that resembled a snake from the Netherworld. It extended into the air, and at its end stood a five-zhang-tall blue-copper entrance circled by a demonic aura.
Although the scene behind the entrance was extremely blurry, Qin Nan vaguely saw the scene of an illusionary, magnificent palace.
The palace was most likely the Drought Demon Immortal Tomb.
"This blue-copper entrance is remarkable. It looks like I'll have to blast it open with brute force.
Qin Nan's eyes flickered. Blue-golden monarch rays burst out from his figure as he launched a series of Monarch Arts at the entrance.
Translator: XephiZ
Editor: DOCuinn
