"Roar!" With a low growl, the skeletal genes actually crawled out of death.
Having been reborn through the possession of [Saint Black Hand], and still managing to escape the Land of Death, it must be said that [Heaven's Will Death] truly deserves his reputation as one of the top ten strongest.
But Li Changzhou only glanced at it before looking away.
His casual disregard ignited the fury of the skeletal genes, causing the soul fire to almost burst from his eye sockets.
He longed to wield the white bone banner and once again raise the bronze spear. His kingdom of death was restrained, but if it really came down to a fight, he hadn't lost yet!
However... Li Changzhou, who had survived countless near-death experiences and obtained the Black Bone, was someone he could no longer contend with.
The Corpse Bone Gene should even be thankful for Li Changzhou's disregard, as he was able to survive and enter the main hall to become a saint.
"King of Black Mist, as long as the throne of the victor remains vacant, the battle between us will not truly end!" Corpse Gene turned and rushed into the portal of light.
The eleventh temple was dimly lit. Li Changzhou stood alone in the void, his body emitting a faint yet immortal divine light.
He didn't seal the genes of the corpses, firstly to vent his anger, and secondly to save them for the future.
Without opponents of sufficient strength, he cannot improve his power. Just like in this holy city, without defeating equally powerful opponents, he cannot enter the next city.
This is also why he insists on not using "false victory".
His goal is to become a true 'winner' and achieve lasting happiness once and for all.
"King of Black Mist, congratulations! You are the strongest!" Tian Shi said with a resounding voice and excited tone.
The strongest.
That's true, at least for now.
Li Changzhou didn't care too much. This was just an uncrowned king, nothing special. There were still saints above him.
Moreover, he was warlike; fighting gave him temporary pleasure, and he was intoxicated by the victory after a bloody battle. But what he truly sought was peace of mind.
With a flick of his sleeve, Li Changzhou absorbed the Heavenly Oath and Heavenly Talisman, which were utterly ineffective against his hidden universe within his sleeve.
The bronze spear fell onto the primordial tree, like a pearl returning to a mural.
Li Changzhou, holding the black bone in his hand, walked out of the Eleventh Holy Temple.
The seventy-two light-year journey to the Twelfth Temple was unimpeded, like a coronation after a bloody battle, where all the corpses and bloodshed had been transformed into blood on the red carpet, becoming history and achievements.
Li Changzhou entered the twelfth Holy Temple and filled the secondary hall with the Heavenly Oath and Heavenly Talisman.
In the vast hall, on the holy road 864 light-years away, at this moment, he was all alone.
He stood atop the eighth holy city, overlooking the seven holy cities, with all living beings in the universe looking up to him.
The twelfth temple in the eighth holy city is like an altar. He is the king of the present world, and he connects with the Great Dao on the altar.
The highest authority of the Great Way seems to be about to be transferred there.
Of course not, but when Li Changzhou stood there alone, everyone had that feeling.
Boundless, limitless, and limitless faith surged forth, overcoming all obstacles, and was absorbed by the primordial divine tree.
In an instant, a flower of the Great Dao bloomed, and a new rune condensed.
The runes were intricate and profound, yet all beings could understand at a glance that it was the character for "victory".
These are the thoughts of all sentient beings.
"The power of the Great Dao has not yet been relinquished, but the mortal world has already handed over its authority. This single 'Victory' character can allow you to reach the peak of the Half-Saint realm, and you will have no problem surviving the Saint Tribulation." As the Wind of the World appeared, in Li Changzhou's eyes, it still appeared as a little girl.
This has never happened before.
All living beings in the universe, regardless of strength or weakness, are watching one person, waiting for him to win in the end.
Even a saint couldn't do it.
At this moment, although Li Changzhou did not win in the end, all living beings had already acknowledged him as the victor. Based on this alone, he could overcome the great tribulation of sainthood without even entering the main hall.
Si Shi Zhi Feng stood with his hands behind his back, suspended in mid-air, his long hair cascading down to the ground, winding endlessly.
She asked curiously, "What does it feel like to be invincible among all players and non-players, both in ancient and modern times?"
"But I can't withstand even one move from a sage."
Si Shi Zhi Feng waved his hand: "As long as the conditions are right, and there are enough strong enough opponents, it is inevitable that you will become a saint. Let's not talk about saints, let's just talk about how you feel right now."
Li Changzhou recalled that outside the First Holy City, the celestial positions were like stars, filling the sky.
At that time, he was excited, full of fighting spirit, and his blood was boiling, but he was also a little uneasy.
“A multitude of stars shine brightly, but none can compare to the solitary moon,” he sighed, then smiled and said, “I feel great right now.”
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