How powerful was the Twilight of the Gods buffed with thirty-threefold worth of power?
Thousands of miles worth of cosmic reaches was vaporized instantly at Jiang He’s punch.
Even several light years away, cosmic bodies were either exploding or crashing down.
The curious boundary of twilight shone once again, now dozens of times more violent than before.
“How could this be?”
Lord Swelling Sky was stunned.
Jiang He actually freed himself from the dimensional restraint with brute strength?
Most importantly, his own senses were stalling, and from a certain perspective, it was no different from him slowing time.
He tried to evade, but was too late.
He was too close to Jiang He!
He did not expect Jiang He to escape his dimensional restraint…
Bam!
His pagoda was sent flying—and even before he could turn, his right arm and shoulder were instantly pulled off by Jiang He and sent flying.
“That’s all a Saint can do, huh!”
Jiang He’s laughter resounded across worlds. “On this very day, I, Jiang He, shall turn the tables on a Saint as a Demi-Saint!”
Even if he was not a Saint, his aura at this very moment was far more intimidating than Lord Swelling Sky’s!
“Dimensional freeze!”
Lord Swelling Sky unleashed his Dimensional Dao once more. It was a move that only Saints could master, as it was a combination of Spatial Dao and Temporal Dao.
And yet…
It was useless.
Jiang He’s physique stirred. With a rush of his essence, it shattered the frozen dimension.
“Damn it!”
Lord Swelling Sky’s face turned ashen, and he soon invoked a divine sword.
The world seemed to change color once he unsheathed, and Jiang He felt his consciousness affected while the world around him quaked uncontrollably.
Jiang He turned and ran once he saw the sword
Lord Swelling Sky tried to chase after him, but realized that Jiang He was too quick for him once freed from the restraint of Temporal Dao, and eventually gave up.
Fuming, he vented by unleashing a violent force that destroyed countless stars.
Hundreds of light years away, the Grandmaster of Heaven and the Primeval Lord of Heaven traded glances after seeing everything that happened in the cloud mirror.
Shock filled their faces.
“A Saint’s power!” the Primeval Lord of Heaven muttered. “Moreover, he fought with strength surpassing ordinary Saints, and nullified Temporal Dao with brute strength without mastering it… How did he actually do that?”
An icy snort could be heard in space then.
Obviously, the Patriarch of the Gods who had been watching the battle in secret was quite irritated.
Swelling Sky could not even stall Jiang He with his lifelong soul treasure…
***
On the other end of space, Taishang Laojun was beaming as he said, “Brother, your tea is getting cold.”
The Patriarch of the Demons was glowering. Picking up his cup of tea, he finished it in one gulp before leaving without a word.
Taishang Laojun rose to his feet as well, looking out into the distant with gladness in his gaze.
Jiang He’s name shall be whispered across worlds after today’s battle once again. His greatness now established, now everyone would know that no average Saint could kill him, unless the respective Patriarchs of the Gods and Demons, as well as the other Saints mobbed him!
***
“That was close!”
In space, Jiang He had hurried away by repeatedly casting teleport, and was soon hundreds of light years away.
Lingering fear showed on his face while a sense of feebleness overflowed in his body.
It was the side effect of Esoteric Power.
“Damn it, Esoteric Nine…”
Jiang He was a little speechless—he did not add side-effects or time-limits when he created the cultivation manual for Esoteric Nine.
Perhaps the Farm edited it while it was growing since it was too outrageous?
It made sense when he thought about it now…
Since ‘Power’ was already so powerful, would it do if no limits were imposed upon it?
It was only until Jiang He could not feel the threat that he paused his tired body in space.
He opened his farm and let out Dumbo, while he climbed inside his Farm, turning into a pebble of sand that landed on Dumbo’s body.
“Back to Biyou Palace,” he instructed.
***
Inside his farm, Jiang He leaned on the cane chair beneath the Old Tea Tree of Enlightenment.
It took three large bowls of divine broth, brewed with various invaluable immortal herbs, for him to feel that he had regained some degree of vigor.
“Saints really are dangerous!” he sighed.
Lord Swelling Sky may have been a bottom-feeding Saint, but Jiang He still had a very hard time trying to defeat him.
He was basically handed a beatdown without Esoteric Power.
In fact, he only gained the ability to directly face a Saint, and trying to kill them was basically impossible.
“The Saints command time, and I can’t withstand that ability without Esoteric Power. Moreover, Esoteric Power only increases my strength by thirty-threefold, increasing my strength and mystic power but not my cultivation tier.”
“What’s worse, Esoteric Power would leave me weakened for two hours an hour after I use it… I would be dead if I were to face a stronger fold in a battle of attrition!”
Jiang He closed his eyes then, and the streak of divine sword light appeared before his eyes.
“Was that divine sword the mystic treasure of the Gods’ Patriarch? Scary… I would never win even with Esoteric Power!”
Jiang He had always been adept at observation.
Along his journey in cultivation, he would compose himself after every major fight, singling out what he lacked and judging how he would fare against stronger foes in the future.
And yet… Jiang He did not find any shortcomings on his part.
“Full fledged fourteenth-tier in martial arts and Demi-Saint… this is the best my current cultivation can do.”
“The Scripture of the Chaos Thundersword, the Secret Art of the Chaos Thundersword… the Fist of the Six Paths of Reincarnation, the Esoteric Nine are all martial techniques I’ve made. When it comes to tier, these are much stronger than the techniques most other Demi-Saints cultivate.”
“As for me, I’m invincible barring Saints, and Esoteric Power allows me to fight Saints…”
“The only thing I lack are mystic treasures…”
After all, why was the Grand Mage of Xuandu able to hold his own against Saints?
He was certainly individually powerful, but against a Saint, he relied heavily on Taishang Laojun’s Eight Trigrams Canvas, the Golden Pagoda and the Flags of Five Elements.
In summary…
“I’m short on mystic treasures.”
“The only innate soul treasure I have now is the Yuan Killer Sword, and the recently obtained Infinite Pain Sword.”
“And with fragments of the God-Killing Spear gathered, it’s a matter of time before I plant it… but it’s a tool of death. Right now, I could overwhelm Demi-Saints without mystic treasures, but tools of death are unhelpful against Saints.”
“What a shame… there are so few paragon treasures like the Eight Trigrams Canvas that seals dimensions and nullify the Temporal Dao which Saints enforces…”
“Should I create another cultivation method related to Temporal Dao?” Jiang He wondered, and quietly planned for his future in cultivation.
Soon, his weakened aura began to recover, and he was now as lively as a tiger.
He flew out of his farm and stuffed Dumbo back inside the farm, instructing the dog as he hurried along, “Plant all the Sura corpses that are Golden Immortal or above, as well as the medicinal pellets and mystic treasures you’ve acquired.”
“The Gods’ Patriarch really is rotten!”
“He had actually lent his lifelong treasure to Lord Swelling Sky… he has really resolved himself to kill me…”
Jiang He had an ashen look on his face.
This was too much!
“That rotten Gods’ Patriarch… I really can’t stand it if I don’t get my revenge!”
“I’ll create a cultivation manual right after I return to my Farm…”
***
Meanwhile, near Sura, the Grandmaster of Heaven and the Primeval Lord of Heaven were having a lively chat as they returned to Primeval.
On the other hand, Lord Swelling Sky was only able to calm down after venting a major load of impotent rage.
That was when the divine sword he carried twitch slightly.
Then, a faint killing intent swirled out of it.
“I admit to my fault, Patriarch.”
Lord Swelling Sky apologized, whereas the divine sword shook and shot out of his hands.
Doing a double take, Lord Swelling Sky then came to a realization…
Was that killing intent not aimed at himself?
Did that mean… the patriarch’s killing intent had been triggered?
Lord Swelling Sky could feel his face fall!
