Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1432 773: Terrifyingly Strong

Zhao Sheng rose leisurely from the Lotus Platform, descending step by step off the Magic Platform as he moved toward the hall's doorway.

Every stride made his frame expand by ten additional feet. Upon arriving at the entrance after forty-nine steps, he had morphed into a towering colossus like a mountain, reaching a height of forty-nine feet.

By contrast, the splendid grand hall at his back scarcely climbed to his waist, looking incredibly small.

The hundreds within the hall observed this scene, all shocked to their cores, some bulging their eyes so much they nearly burst free.

"Heavens, what an eye-opener today!"

"Ancestor, what... what sort of divine technique is this?"

"Did my eyes deceive me, or is this the fabled... Fatian Xiangdi?!"

"Qingyun, keep this in mind: never anger this man no matter what. Our Divine Artisan Zhao Clan needs to work hard at fostering strong ties with him."

"Lately, a major spirit stone vein has sparked fierce disputes between our clans. As soon as you return, notify the Clan Head at once, and willingly surrender that vast spirit stone mine. Actually, don't just surrender it—withdraw two thousand miles back too. The Zhao Clan's ancestor defies understanding; we dare not provoke him!"

During the short span of breaths while Zhao Sheng exited the hall, innumerable Divine Senses swept wildly through the atmosphere, like a raging tempest of spiritual chaos.

Curiously, once Zhao Sheng assumed the Giant Spirit Battle Body, his presence stayed fully hidden, imparting a sense of merging back into the natural way.

Nevertheless, the sheer pressure from his colossal build still weighed heavily on the minds of everyone there.

Zhao Sheng tilted his head upward to the skies, holding perfectly still with no sign of movement.

Boom!

This gesture appeared to enrage the firmament, prompting ominous clouds to gather swiftly, streaked with flashes of lightning. Countless thunder serpents writhed across the heavens, their booming cries thickening and swelling in majesty, quaking the entire world below.

Still, Zhao Sheng linked his arms across his chest, offering a faint smirk to the heavens; far from reacting, he looked downright entertained by the display.

The instant after, the heavenly omens shifted yet again.

The gloomy clouds surged with fury, as myriad lightning serpents and thunder dragons hastily gathered above Zhao Sheng's crown.

In a flash, a massive whirlpool took form at the heart of the Tianqiong, brewing boundless lightning essence.

The moment following, a enormous thunder-formed eye materialized inside the whirlpool.

This eye, strikingly vivid, showed sharp waves of emotion: disdain that treated all existence as mere bugs, frustration at being overlooked, and a subtle flicker of unease.

Before the "Eye of Thunder" that claimed much of the Heavenly Vault, Zhao Sheng curved his lips in a light smile, showing no further reaction.

Hum!

A chilling snort abruptly echoed from the whirlpool's core, ringing like a thunderclap that spanned sky and earth.

The sound bore the immense, regal force of Supreme Yang, quelling all things in an instant and stalling time itself.

In that very moment, a detached and ruthless voice boomed from beyond the thunderous clouds: "Hear me, all Lower Realm cultivators... The Divine Artisan Zhao Clan shelters Demon Disciples, defying heaven's rules, an offense beyond forgiveness... I am Fenglong, arrived today to seize the demon disciples of the Lower Realm; whoever resists... faces annihilation!"

The very second the Eye of Heavenly Punishment appeared, turmoil gripped the hall's occupants, leaving even Divinity Transformation True Monarchs on tenterhooks.

"Ah, it's... it's the Eye of Heavenly Punishment! It's here—flee for your lives!"

"Uncle Ancestor, what now? Tales say Fenglong ranks among the Twelve Fiend Gods of Qintian Guard, notorious for his merciless ways..."

"Doom has arrived; each of the Twelve Fiend Gods commands unfathomable strength—even Ancestor might struggle against them! What can we do..."

"Keep steady, everyone; Ancestor's presence ensures nothing falls apart."

Over a handful of quick breaths, the hall's mood flipped completely, spurring hasty decisions: some longed to bolt, others decided to remain and watch, while the rest shifted about in anxious doubt.

Yet no matter their choice, nobody ventured beyond the hall's threshold.

Zhao Sheng not only stood firm "guarding" the doorway, but all dreaded ending up as "unintended victims."

As dread and agitation mounted among the gathering, Zhao Sheng suddenly laughed softly, reached out his right arm, and mockingly gestured toward the heavens.

Then, in a level tone, he declared, "Overcome me, and claim the demon disciples however you like. Fail that, and head back to your origin. Come at me—I stay rooted here; withstand three hits from me first!"

Boom!

A sudden thunderous blast erupted overhead, as if incensed by Zhao Sheng's boldness.

The colossal "Eye of Thunder" burst into searing radiance, with thunder energy flooding forth to forge a densely compact Thunder Spear on the spot.

The next instant, this spear—brimming with endless destructive might—ripped through emptiness, flashing above Zhao Sheng's head and crashing down with savage force.

Its pace outstripped all words, leaving typical Half-Immortals of the Void utterly unable to respond, a testament to the spear's fearsome potency.

But Zhao Sheng kept his cool, just stretching a hand to seize the spear.

No one caught the details of what happened next, only seeing the Thunder Spear now clutched in Zhao Sheng's grasp.

As his fingers tightened, the spear crumbled right away, scattering into myriad electric gleams that faded into nothingness.

Drawing back his right hand, Zhao Sheng peered up at the vast Thunder Eye and chuckled, "Ha, hit harder; I can take more."

Boom, boom...

Thunder crashed thick and fast, echoing like the wrathful oaths of a furious entity.

The following instant, the firmament birthed endless swords, spears, blades, and halberds, cascading down in a relentless deluge.

In a heartbeat, the sprawling Dragon Head Peak drowned under a billion lightning strikes. Space-time walls fractured, birthing a starkly wide black hole right over Dragon Head Peak.

As the Space-Time Storm howled through, the deadly force of the thunder arsenal amplified ten times over.

"Fascinating!" Zhao Sheng's gaze sharpened, as though struck by sudden enlightenment, nudging his Dao cultivation forward a touch.

"Still, such paltry tactics... won't suffice!"

With the notion complete, Zhao Sheng crossed his arms and spoke a lone word: "Stop!"

At once, from the thunder weapons to the Space-Time Storm, everything locked in place mid-flight, genuinely "halted" there.

"Vanish!"

Zhao Sheng's decree, carrying the weight of a Heavenly Constitution, caused every thunder weapon to dissolve without a sign.

Soon after, the Void Realm Black Hole contracted at speed, erased in a flash, while space-time walls healed back to normal.

"Ha, that's the second strike!"

This round, the thunder-filled sky went quiet, the huge Thunder Eye freezing up, as if awed by Zhao Sheng's "Mouth Containing Heavenly Constitution" divine art.

Post-second strike, the ear-splitting thunder cut off sharp, even as vast thunder amassed in the whirlpool's depths—it wavered on releasing the third.

Activating the perfected Giant Spirit Battle Body boosted Zhao Sheng's battle prowess by dozens of multiples, while his grasp on Thunder Law Power grew sharper too.

Zhao Sheng held no clear idea of his full unleashed strength.

Right then, he sensed an alarmingly vast power within, so dominant he refrained from pushing hard, lest he accidentally shatter space-time walls and unleash havoc.