Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
In this very moment, Jiang He was brimming with confidence!
A Saint-tier Physique that could match innate paragon treasures!
Becoming Saint in immortal arts, martial arts, and physique—who else in the Realms Proper could boast such advantage?
“I was equal to the Grandmaster of Heaven in ability, and with my physique rising to Saint-tier, I took another exponential leap in power with the 680 million altered cells! I won’t fear even if the Grandmaster of Heaven invokes his Immortal Slaying Swords Array!”
The reason that the Immortal Slaying Swords Array was feared across all worlds was because it is a devastating killing tool that breaks through all things with its edge.
However, Jiang He’s body was comparable to innate paragon treasures, and would get maimed at most by his blade.
After that, he would recover instantly by combining Eternium with Esoteric Word: Healing.
‘How powerful is my limits now?’ Jiang He thought to himself then.
Who should he try his power on?
Certainly not the Six Saints of the Three Realms—he couldn’t do it because they were his allies.
The Gods and Demons?
Both those races had become absolutely prudent after Jiang He had wreaked havoc upon them, and the Primordial Demon-God Emperor would mob him with his Saints instantly if he dared to go to them.
“Still, aside from the Demi-Saints of the Insectoids, the Machines’ Demi-Saints also hunted me… this grudge must be repaid!
With a twitch in his gaze, Jiang He decided on a plan!
Still, there was no rush—becoming Saint through immortal arts granted one control over Temporal Dao and allowed one to leave an existential mark in the Rival of Time, which was no different from gaining multiple lives… and Jiang He decided that safety was the best policy, and he could leave his own mark before doing anything.
Still, he paused just as he was about to go about it.
“How am I supposed to leave an existential mark?”
Jiang He was left confused after trying for a while, and hence left seclusion, heading to the Throne of Seven to find the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness.
The True Lord of Morality and Nothingness was playing chess with the Primeval Lord of heaven… though the latter was being dominated on every front, and his defeat assured in three moves.
“Senior Brothers.”
Jiang He bowed.
The True Lord of Morality and Nothingness nodded while the Primeval Lord of Heaven stood up to return his salute, smiling. “Perfect timing, Jiang He—why don’t you play around with our senior brother here?”
He waved his hand as he spoke.
Whoosh.
The round of chess in which defeat was inevitable scattered immediately.
Jiang He quickly waved his hands, “No, I really don’t know how to play.”
And he was telling the truth—aside from Five-in-a-Row and checkers, he had no idea how to play the one Taishang Laojun played.
“Senior Brother…”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven said then, “The chess board is a mess… should we play again next time?”
“Sure.”
The True Lord of Morality and Nothingness waved his hand, and time reversed over the chess board, and the chess pieces were returned to their positions when Jiang He arrived.
The Primeval Lord of Heaven scowled.
What the hell!
Beside them, Jiang He was also exclaiming in awe inwardly.
Amazing!
Time reversal could be used in such a way too?
That said, wouldn’t anyone be peerless in chess if they fully grasped Temporal Dao?
Mortals would never notice even if he backstepped.
And just as expected, the Primeval Lord of Heaven lost in just three moves.
Putting away the chess board, the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness turned to Jiang He and smiled. “Brother, why have you come to the throne today… hmm?”
His eyes narrowed before he finished, and streaks of divine light shot out of his eyes, reflecting upon Jiang He.
“What is it?”
His interest piqued, the Primeval Lord of Heaven studied Jiang He closely as well then.
Though he did not have the insight which the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness possessed, he was still one of the top Saints across the Realms Proper. At a single glance, he immediately noticed that Jiang He’s qi was burning like a furnace.
The might of his Qi was indescribable—though Jiang He was keeping it in check, it was as if countless burning stars were contained in his body, and the Primeval Lord of Heaven felt as if his eyes was torched.
A little embarrassed from the stares, he could not help ask, “Why those looks, brothers?”
Phew~
The divine light in his eyes receding, the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness asked, “Jiang He, did your physique become Saint-tier?”
“My physique becoming Saint-tier?”
Jiang He scratched his head, mused to himself for several seconds and replied, “More or less. I’ve never cultivated my physique through orthodox systems or even read any such manuals, and self-learned everything. Still, I feel that I could defeat weak Saints like Lord Swelling Sky and the Nine-Headed Insectoid Saint with just physical strength.”
“…”
The True Lord of Morality and Nothingness and the Primeval Lord of Heaven—Saints who had lived over endless ages—traded glances, and said nothing for a long while.
They found this utterly ridiculous.
Gaining a Saint-tier physique with self-learning, without going through orthodox physique cultivation methods?
“How did you do it?”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven murmured inwardly, and did not say it out loud.
Still, he soon came to his senses and quickly said, “I’ve misspoken, Brother Jiang He.”
Spying upon the secret techniques of others was a great taboo in the first place.
This was especially the case for secret physique cultivation that ascends the physique up to Saint-tier… how could he ask about such manuals on a whim?
Still, Jiang He did not mind it. Waving his hand, he said, “It’s not like there’s anything I can’t say about it.”
“Actually, I was just experimenting…”
He then revealed everything as it is. “Brothers, as you well know, I am a Saint in immortal arts and martial arts. Leaving the former aside, the latter was founded by Minister Wang, though he is still a Demi-Saint at the moment. That is why there aren’t any cultivation manuals for Saint-tier martial arts.”
“I was about to create one to make up for my shortcomings, but I unexpectedly ascended to Saint-tier thanks to it.”
“…”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven’s mouth hung open, finding it all utterly ridiculous.
However, Jiang He misunderstood that look as ‘he is too shy to ask how I gained a Saint-tier physique,’ and hence continued, “I developed that cultivation system three days ago, inspired by a novel I read back on Earth.”
“It’s called the Elephant God’s Bind, which mainly develops a person’s potential and strengthens their cells.”
“Cells?”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven was confused.
Beside him, the True Lord of Morality and Nothingness said, “Particles of the human body. I read books on that back on the homeworld, and it seems that our flesh consists of infinite numbers of such particles.”
“I see!”
The Primeval Lord of Heaven understood with a start.
People of their level had long since gained pinnacle understanding the human body, though they would not be aware what cells were since it was known by a different name.
“Anyway, the Elephant God’s Bind most important function is to strengthen human cells. When mastered, all 840 million cells would be strengthened to the level of stars.”
Jiang He then paused and added, “And by stars, I mean actual stars.”
After all, stars were drastically different from planets and living planets.
Take Earth and the sun, for example…
The sun’s diameter is 13.92 million kilometers while Earth’s is just 12,756km, which is 130 times larger that of Earth and 33 times its mass. It also exudes light and heat through endless nuclear fusion, so planets paled in comparison.
Jiang He sighed. “Still, this cultivation method is very difficult. I barely reached mastery three days and nights after I developed it, strengthening just six hundred and eighty million cells… it would be some time before I reach full-fledged.
“Brothers, now that my cultivation has reached a bottleneck and I can’t improve any time soon, I therefore came to ask you… how do I leave my existential mark in the River of Time, and manifest past or future forms?”
