The Silver Priest hated—he hated the earth, the heavens, and himself.
He hated the earth for not nurturing him, blamed his own poor natural endowment for his lack of achievement.
Yet he was born with extraordinary talent and striking presence. Before the age of fifty, he had already broken through the century-old barrier to become a peerless master. In the next twenty years, he advanced with unstoppable momentum, quickly surpassing one hundred and twenty years of cultivation, reaching the final step before the threshold of the Supreme Realm. But no matter how hard he tried, for countless years after, the Supreme Realm kept him outside its gates.
It must be my poor natural endowment that doomed me to never reach the Supreme Realm in this life!
He hated the heavens for being unfair—why was luck never on his side, why did fortune never favor him?
He never gave up his whole life. Finally, with the power of the Stormstone, he broke through his shackles and entered the Supreme Realm. From then on, he restored his innate essence—white hair turned black, wrinkles faded, and his aged body began to grow young again. Entering the Supreme Realm was like stepping into a new world. At last, he could realize his ambitions, stand above all others, and even hope to challenge the second Silver Priest.
But why did setbacks keep coming? On Mount Jing, fate was discussed; on the mysterious island, he met Empress Tianshan. A few words—'your fate is poor'—were the greatest mockery of his life. The Monument of Earth’s Doom, the Monument of Heaven’s Doom—twice he missed out on supreme fortune, the greatest blow to his prospects.
It must be that fate is not with me—that’s why I hit a wall at every turn!
But most of all, he hated himself—hated his own indecision, his lack of both courage and cunning.
When he first broke through, he was full of bravado but lacked strategy. With just a few experts, he tried to strike deep into enemy territory. On that day, even if he hadn’t met Empress Tianshan, he would’ve been killed outright by Dr. Long Fang’s Eighteen Scholars. In that battle, Wu Jiaoniang was poisoned, and the Silver Priest’s own vitality was nearly wiped out. If not for the sacred medicine from the Longevity Heaven, he would’ve died on the grasslands.
The second time, though, he had strategy but no courage. He’d assembled his forces, seized every advantage, but didn’t dare step forward and fight for destiny. That was the best chance—his last chance. If he’d gone himself to strike, even with all the enemy experts, his Supreme Realm power might have snatched victory from the flames. But he didn’t dare! He lacked the guts, and so watched his final opportunity slip away!
The words 'gutless bandit' still echoed in the sky. With every echo, the Silver Priest's shame and anger only burned hotter.
He hated the earth, hated the heavens, hated himself—and hated his enemies even more!
Right now, the tide had turned. If he turned and ran, he’d probably survive. But so what? Empress Tianshan had already severed his life force—he wouldn’t live more than three years. So why not burn bright one last time, and show some iron courage?
The grasslands breed warriors, and I, born of the grasslands, would rather die than be a coward!
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Casting aside all worries, forsaking life and death, he fought for the brightest moment of his existence!
"Ahhhhhhh—!" A long howl shook the wind and thunder. Every acupuncture point burst open, true energy erupted, and his battle spirit connected heaven and earth. In that instant, the Silver Priest’s eyes burned red, his white hair exploded from his crown. Bare-chested, muscles like iron, he looked like any young tribesman charging onto the battlefield. The Silver Priest gripped his great spear, a wild warrior striding the ancient earth, marching forward.
In the midst of thousands of troops and horses, he charged straight at Jill Young.
Countless masters and warriors rushed to surround and strike—Grace Kwok, Lydia Drake, and the Legacy Archon, all leaped into the fray. If it was hatred, their national and personal grudges were just as deep. One possessed immense inner strength, one had sword skills like a deity, and one mastered arcane techniques—all top-tier experts of the age.
But the Silver Priest showed no fear at all. Only now did he truly reveal the aura of a Supreme master.
He took a step forward—power against power. With a thrust of his great spear, the void trembled, Grace Kwok’s energy instantly dispersed, and the young lady staggered back.
Two steps forward—speed against speed. His hands worked the spear with unyielding force, sparks flew with astonishing speed, and Lydia Drake’s twin swords not only failed to land a hit, but the force left her face pale.
Three steps forward—skill against skill. The great spear twisted and darted like a flying dragon, weaving up and down as if alive. With every drag, stab, and sweep, his energy was flawless. Even with mastery in his palm, the Legacy Archon couldn’t contain this flying dragon.
Seeing the Legacy Archon falter, Elder Vajra roared and leapt forward. Muscles clenched, with a mighty cry, he actually swung a heavy-armored warhorse overhead, using it as a weapon to smash at the Silver Priest. But the Silver Priest didn’t even glance his way—his right hand flicked, left hand pinched, and his spear bent like a crescent moon, then snapped back with explosive force.
With a metallic crack, Elder Vajra and the warhorse were sent flying, crashing like cannonballs toward the Goldfire Titan.
Elder Vajra couldn’t even slow him down for a moment. In three steps, the Silver Priest’s speed soared, his spear flashed like a shooting star.
Meanwhile, Elder Vajra’s eyes bulged, his inner energy surged like a tidal wave, ready to explode at any moment. Crack! The Goldfire Titan reached out and grabbed him. Sacred fire spread, and Elder Vajra felt his spirit blur, his whole body burning as if soaked in magma.
Just as he was about to scream, his body suddenly cleared—the sacred fire withdrew, and he realized that the raging foreign energy inside him had been burned away.
Thud! Elder Vajra collapsed to the ground, drenched in sweat. Dazed, he looked up to see the Goldfire Titan striding past him. With every step, she left a burning footprint—just like a legend. Elder Vajra suddenly felt defeated. He’d once thought the gap was small, but now he saw it was as vast as heaven and earth.
Golden hair flying, the Goldfire Titan also burst into starlight, charging straight at the Silver Priest within three steps.
One wielded a spear, the other a sword—two beams of light tore across the battlefield, like missiles colliding head-on. In a split second, they crashed together, spear tip against sword tip. The ground shook, gravel bounced everywhere, and the shockwave sent minor soldiers flying. The void trembled, fire spread, and their wild energies clashed, surged skyward, and exploded into a raging tide.
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Sand swirled wildly, and the two figures soared. With a double whoosh, both shot into the sky, clashing midair in a spray of sparks.
Earth below, sky above—edge against edge!
A battle of energy, a battle of bodies—the strongest fight the strongest!
Hatred against hatred, rage against rage—their fighting spirit is pure madness!
Soldier against soldier, general against general—Supreme warriors clash!
On the distant mountain, the old Daoist’s eyes glimmered. The swirling winds and killing intent from afar stirred even his own aura. The unrestrained combat and struggle sparked a light of life, and he couldn’t help but sigh silently. Though he was a Daoist Patriarch, it seemed his mortal heart was not yet gone. But if these two could awaken his fighting spirit, they were truly kindred spirits.
But if there’s anyone who could truly match me, it would be that fellow Daoist.
He looked up at the sky. The Milky Way swirled above, a giant vortex spinning overhead. This star vortex stirred the wind, the clouds, and the vital energy of the world—even the threads of fate in the void were thrown into chaos. In the unseen dimensions, a giant white tiger soared skyward, brimming with indomitable, death-defying iron will—fighting heaven above, earth below, and destiny in between.
On Jingshan, Xiaoshan, Kunshan, Taishan, Huangshan, Meishan, and Dragon Tiger Mountain—one famous mountain after another—masters of fate were calculating, divining, making their moves. Destiny could not be defied, but everyone understood it differently. Few watched from the sidelines; fewer still stepped in to help. Most chose to 'follow destiny and crush the rebels.'
So the tangled threads of fate wound tighter, trying to strangle that white tiger, to drag it back to the silence of destiny.
But the white tiger roared—thunderously. Its cry echoed through the void of fate, wielding a killing force of metal.
In the stone cave, the Monument of Heaven’s Doom shone brightly. After Jill Young awakened Wu Zhengfeng’s will to survive, her Dao heart became unshakable. Sitting cross-legged, her vital energy surged like a tide as she strove to shatter every barrier and fight destiny itself.
Meanwhile, outside the Promised Land, the Silver Priest and the Goldfire Titan had fought themselves into a frenzy.
Beneath the Milky Way, two beams of light clashed in midair. Their battle sent sparks flying, visible even ten miles away. Lightning flashed pale all around—not real lightning, but the collision of spirit and aura triggering a response from heaven and earth.
A reckless battle between Ascendant Ranks was enough to change the heavens. When Joan activated her Supreme Empress mode for her ultimate move, it was just like this. The Silver Priest had only recently broken through, and Jill Young had just crossed the Void Dragon. Both were new to the Ascendant Rank, but in their deadly duel, each pushed the other ever higher, reaching similar heights.
Tong Qi gazed at the sky, eyes blazing. This was exactly what he’d been waiting for.
The two beams of light clashed again and again, the thundering shockwaves spreading far and wide. In midair, expanding rings could be seen. The giant exotic weapon, normally impossible to wield, swept through the sky with unstoppable force. The heavy sword had no edge, perfect in its imperfection. From afar, Gabriel Yang watched in awe. The Goldfire Titan, consumed by pure fighting spirit, made every strike with that giant weapon impossible to block or dodge.
Professor Yang mastered internal martial arts; anything he could understand, he could overcome. But Queen Yang was different. She, too, possessed meticulous skill, yet could never learn internal martial arts.
Unable to master internal martial arts, she set out to forge her own path.
In the Pacific World, she began pondering her future path, wondering what her own martial art should be. When she fused with the Berserker Mecha, she had a revelation. Every punch shook the heavens, every blow was unstoppable—using sheer strength to tear through all resistance. She liked that feeling.
A mecha was still just a mecha—it could offer insight, but not truly open a new path. As she pressed forward, fought foes, and pondered, she finally gained something. Especially after her all-out punch sent the Black Death Emperor flying skyward, she suddenly understood. For the Black Death Emperor, that strike might have been just a nudge to wake him, but for Jill Young, it meant everything.
The Black Death Emperor—invincible, unyielding to time, undefeated for eighteen hundred years, untouched by the miasma spawned from millions of demonic minds. Before his slumber, he single-handedly sealed the apocalypse. After, even half-awake, he dominated the world. In that moment, in that place, in that half-otherworld, he embodied the unstoppable ‘Heaven’—the ultimate force.
But that reckless uppercut finally let Jill Young grasp a hint of what it truly meant to strike at Heaven.
From that day on, she kept training, kept reflecting, kept growing. Today, she finally grasped the essence of her signature technique.
Even Professor Yang couldn’t master this ‘signature’ technique!
Annihilating all, destroying all—pushing herself to the limit, the signature technique belonging only to Jill Young: the Ultimate Realm!
The Goldfire Titan forgot her weaknesses, forgot her physical limits. Supreme power surged through her meridians, her blood burned, every ounce of strength, every nerve ablaze. Even the Crimson Sun Wheel behind her and the blazing mark on her brow flared to life. She cast aside everything—save the will to kill.
True energy shook around the Silver Priest, his spear unleashed peerless edges. Occasionally, supreme power pierced through the shell and invaded the meridians, but the Goldfire Titan didn’t care. She simply gripped her sword, raised her hand, and swung—Sever the Floating Clouds!
Boom! In midair, a river of fire rolled back. The sacred fire collapsed and sealed, leaving the Silver Priest with nowhere to run. He could only roar and raise his spear to counterattack—only to hear a sharp crack as his spear shattered, scattering burning fragments in all directions. A pillar of red-gold light shot down from the sky, blasting into the depths of the desert. The two had vanished from the sky.