High Martial Arts: I Awaken a Low-Tier Martial System Chapter 849 - 416: Divinity! The Might of the Martial God

Boom!

With a single sweep of his spear, Jiang Ye drew in countless Heaven and Earth Powers, vast as the ocean, even without actively channeling the Mysteries of Heaven and Earth. This was the undeniable benefit of abundant luck. As a Child of Destiny, he was inherently the center of the world's attention. Even without conscious effort, an immense amount of Heaven and Earth Powers gravitated towards him, granting him an inexhaustible reservoir of energy!

Empowered by this endless stream of Heaven and Earth Powers, his seemingly ordinary spear sweep unleashed the mighty force of the world itself!

"Whoosh!" The spear whistled through the air. A terrifying surge of power erupted outwards, slamming into the encroaching Shadow Tide. The dazzling spear light, like a turbulent sea of luminescence, rapidly expanded.

"Boom!" The spear light met the Shadow Tide with the impact of a white-hot iron ball dropped into still water, instantly erupting in a chaotic boil. Countless shrieking members of the Shadow Race were annihilated in the blast.

In just one spear strike, over ten thousand Shadow Race members in the vicinity were completely wiped out!

"These Shadow Race creatures are merely at the Fourth and Fifth Break levels," Jiang Ye observed, sensing the power dynamics. "Now, I can dispatch them with ease."

Why had he relentlessly pursued greater strength? Wasn't it precisely for moments like this? Two years prior, even with his life on the line, Jiang Ye couldn't have made so much as a dent in such a Shadow Tide. But now? A single spear was all it took.

"Is that?"

"Could it be that young fellow?" Not far away, Tang Huochan stared at Jiang Ye's figure, her eyes wide with disbelief.

As if sensing her gaze, Jiang Ye's form flickered, and he instantly appeared before Tang Huochan.

"Sister Tang, it's been a while," Jiang Ye greeted with a smile.

"Mm... it truly has been a long time," Tang Huochan replied after a brief pause, her expression tinged with complexity. "Thank you for saving my life." She recalled their last meeting a year ago. Back then, Jiang Ye was only at the Fourth Break. Now, his cultivation had clearly far surpassed her own.

"There's no need for thanks," Jiang Ye said with a gentle smile. "Sister Tang has also offered me considerable assistance." This was the honest truth. From his early days as a Preparatory Star Positioner to his later advancement to Fifth-Level Star Professional, Tang Huochan's support had been instrumental. This passionate and alluring woman, after becoming Jiang Ye's advisor, had guided him on multiple occasions. Jiang Ye never forgot her kindness and help.

Just then.

"Su Tong’Er?" Jiang Ye's attention was drawn to the pure-faced young girl in white silk standing beside him, and he couldn't help but react.

Nearby, Su Tong’Er's delicate body gave a slight tremble, and a shy blush crept onto her innocent and pretty face.

"How can this be?"

"It must be an illusion, right?" Su Tong’Er's small, white feet clenched tightly. "Oh no, that was so embarrassing just now."

Jiang Ye, unconcerned by her thoughts, carefully observed Su Tong’Er, nodding slightly. "Su Tong’Er, impressive progress. You've already broken through to the Fourth Break?" His eyes held a hint of surprise.

Su Tong’Er froze, her pure face flushing even more deeply. "Am I... being praised?" She lowered her head, momentarily unable to meet Jiang Ye's gaze. Who would have imagined that the formerly witch-like Su Tong’Er possessed such a bashful side?

"Shy?" Jiang Ye chuckled softly, confirming that he was indeed praising her. Su Tong’Er's innate talent was merely 'Tao Bone', and her constitution was only a Third-Class Profound Body. In terms of innate potential, she was far inferior to cultivators like Shi Ting and Tang Wuji, let alone those with Extraordinary Talent. That she had managed to reach the Fourth Break solely through her own efforts was truly remarkable.

It was worth noting that Zhao Qingli, despite receiving gifts of treasures valued in the billions from Jiang Ye, had only managed to reach the Third Break. With this comparison in mind.

"Hoo!" Jiang Ye flipped his palm, revealing several precious treasures. "Sister Tang, these items can help enhance your talent." As he spoke, the treasures in his hand flew towards Tang Huochan and Su Tong’Er.

"Ah?"

"For... for me?" Su Tong’Er stared at him, utterly disbelieving.

"Meeting is fate," Jiang Ye smiled warmly at her. "Please accept them." He remembered Su Tong’Er's eccentric habit of stepping on people's faces with her feet in the past, something he had avoided. But now? In Jiang Ye's eyes, she was just an old acquaintance.

"Jiang Ye, aren't these gifts excessively valuable?" Tang Huochan felt a wave of embarrassment.

"These treasures hold no significant use for me," Jiang Ye replied with a laugh. "Rather than letting them gather dust, it's better to bestow them upon you so they can reach their maximum potential." To Jiang Ye, offering treasured items to people he knew was far preferable to giving them to strangers. As for selling them?

Considering the immense worth of talent treasures, it’s challenging for others to offer items of equal value in return. Instead of parting with them for a pittance, it’s wiser to forge a connection.

"Then I’m truly grateful," Tang Huochan expressed with sincere thanks. "Should you ever require my assistance, please don’t hesitate to ask."

"Me too," Su Tong’Er chimed in swiftly, a delicate blush coloring her cheeks. She was acutely aware of the rarity and value of talent treasures.

A single talent treasure alone could be enough to buy her entire existence!

It was particularly significant that Jiang Ye had bestowed several pieces upon them.

Jiang Ye, unconcerned by their sentiments, simply nodded.

After exchanging brief pleasantries, Jiang Ye intended to proceed to another district.

However, at that precise moment,

"Wooo——!!"

A shrill alarm pierced the air, its deafening sound reverberating throughout Cyan Yang City.

"What’s this?"

"That alarm? This is dire," Tang Huochan's expression shifted drastically. "It's a warning for the appearance of high-tier Shadow Race members!"

What exactly constituted a high-tier Shadow Race?

Only those Shadow Race individuals possessing at least Eight Breaks cultivation could be classified as high-tier, and they represented the most dreadful threat during a Shadow Disaster.

And as the alarm's cry faded,

"Riiiip!"

A terrifying spatial rift tore open in the sky directly above Cyan Yang City's center. From this rupture, an enormous black hand emerged, emanating an oppressive aura of dark miasma.