[In the 287th year of the Great Celebration, you achieved "Perfect Unity," and then "Divine Intent Manifestation," honing your skills to the limit at the Grandmaster level. The next step is to break through the Grandmaster barrier and become a Great Grandmaster, bestowed with the title of Supreme!]
This year, your foundation has increased by 261%, your aptitude has increased by 5.1 times, and your overall bonus has increased by thirteen times. You can now fight against a Grandmaster!
[Full of confidence, feeling invincible, you inquired about the recent whereabouts of the "Great Emperor God" and headed straight there.]
At the Demon Dragon Pool, a young man with snow-white hair and silver eyes lifted a three-zhang-long, plump, shell-less turtle. Suddenly, his expression changed drastically as he blocked your earth-shattering strike. A burst of water erupted from beneath the pool, soaking the shore.
[Although the two are evenly matched, your loud laughter reveals a problem. Your progress is only slightly faster than mine, and it took you three years to close that gap. This cannot be the growth rate of a fourteen-year-old top-tier grandmaster!]
[During the battle, you gradually discerned from certain details that he had already become a Grandmaster. In fact, he may have forged the Grandmaster's impenetrable body three years ago, but it was not easily detected.]
[Your inner strength is as solid as divine iron, and your divine will manifests as a sea of blood. The young man is gradually losing ground. Suddenly, a long roar is heard, and three grandmasters leap out from the side, announcing their names as the three supreme deities, and then intervene in the battle.]
[But they weren't obstacles for you; they were a great tonic. Despite suffering multiple injuries, you slew three grandmasters, devoured their blood essence, and your strength and internal energy increased by another level in a short time, allowing you to sever one of the arms of this Great Heavenly God!]
[The Great God of Heaven flees again, and you pursue him—chasing and killing all the way, every person you encounter along the way becomes supplies.]
[You and He traveled thousands of miles. After you severed His head, refined its blood essence, and discarded the withered skull, a sudden light appeared before your eyes.]
It was already evening, and ahead lay a vast city brightly lit, with countless Kongming lanterns suspended in the air—a scene of prosperity and flourishing—the capital city.
You originally planned to come here as the final step, to fight the royal family and the big boss hidden here, but you lowered your eyes and looked at the withered head at your feet.
[You have already slain the once-in-six-hundred-years Chosen One (now four hundred years), the Great God of Heaven. Who can stop your arrival now?]
"...Where is your instinct for survival?"
You strode out, your crimson sword strapped to your back, as if entering an empty field.
[Your towering height of nearly 1.9 meters, and the blood-dripping sword in your hand, caused the guards outside the capital to stop you and question you.]
[You casually waved your hand; anyone who dared to stop you was already courting death!]
The teenagers who were parading along the street saw you commit murder, screamed in terror, and turned to run away.
[You unleashed a powerful blade of light; to dare fear you is to court death!]
A dashing, middle-aged wandering martial artist, enraged, swung his sword at you.
[You have shattered its blade and torn its body apart; daring to defy you, you have already courted death!]
A vendor selling masks and fireworks nearby stared blankly at the scene, motionless.
[You decapitated him with one hand, and he dared not react at all; he was courting death!]
[With each cry of "There is a reason to die," street after street was stained crimson, the blood appearing even more vivid under the glow of the bright red lanterns.]
[The high-ranking officials of the capital, the deities enshrined here, and even the lesser-known gods all took action, but they couldn't stop you for a moment; divine beings rained down upon you.]
[You shattered the breastbone of the ninth "deity of the proper order," crushed his chest, and ascended to the summit of the capital, to the supreme royal residence: Tianyuan Peak.]
You see a group of people with deathly pale faces, as if their faces were smeared with white ash. They are dressed in luxurious clothes; they are the true rulers of this kingdom, and even the gods need their permission to exist!
[You saw another person with white hair and silver eyebrows, but this time it was not a young man, but an old man. His skin seemed to contain a flowing silvery substance, and his aura increased every second.]
"You've destroyed our royal family's wealth accumulated over thousands of years!" the old man roared, his expression one of utter despair and heartbreak, as if his own possessions had been burned to the ground, and filled with boundless rage towards you, the one who caused it all.
[This old man... you chuckled to yourself. You thought the final boss would be at the pinnacle of a Grandmaster, or at least half a step beyond a Grandmaster, but it turns out he's only using internal energy, not even a Qi-based martial artist.]
[You only realized how strong he was when you fought him, but not strong enough to turn the tide. He displayed the combat power of a Grandmaster of罡劲 (Gang Jin) with the level of a Grandmaster of Internal Energy, and in terms of aptitude, he was seven or eight times stronger than an average person.]
[But his level is lower than yours, and his multiplier is also lower. You cleaved him to near death with a single strike, draining a large amount of his life force. I thought this old man would be finished, but I didn't expect his vitality to be so terrifying!]
[The flesh and skin that hadn't had their blood essence drained were rapidly repairing themselves, and even their aura was growing at an astonishing pace, their internal energy gradually transforming into罡劲 (Gang Jin); this was even faster than when you were rampaging through the snowfields, using the blood and flesh of hundreds of thousands of living beings to catalyze the transformation into罡劲!]
[You gaze at the flowing silvery substance within the old man's body, the silvery liquid splattering as you cut open his wounds, your eyes burning with greed. You recall that the blood essence you just absorbed seemed to be of exceptionally high quality... Is this old man a human-shaped martial arts elixir, or was he given a hastily administered drug that he didn't fully digest?]
[Fine, you don't care. With pure superiority, you can cut off the old man's limbs, crush his chest and abdomen, and slowly reap his losses, one slice at a time. His healing speed is indeed fast, but not as fast as yours.]
This is a living laurel tree! Branches and logs can be cut off at will, yet they regenerate incredibly quickly… and they can even be eaten! The harvest from cutting it once exceeds the entire fortune of a hundred ordinary people!
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