Cultivating with Bragging System

Chapter 732 371: Feeding the Path Sacrifice! (4000 words)_1

At this moment, two figures vanished, entering the void. Thunderous sounds echoed between heaven and earth. A myriad of blinding lights danced, threatening to tear the void asunder.

Amidst countless runes, an immense palace flickered in and out of existence. It burst with immortal radiance, mysterious and unfathomable, grand and majestic. It was born from the brush of Painting Immortal.

Like a true celestial palace, it caused the void to churn violently, spreading Chaotic Qi and dense fog, creating a terrifying sight.

A golden light burst through the fog like a divine arrow. Its aura was exceptionally terrifying as it struck the celestial palace. Terrifying ripples spread out, causing the world to flicker between light and dark in an apocalyptic scene.

The Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan was a Supreme Quasi-Emperor, famed for countless years! The treasure he brought this time was also no ordinary item. It was the Day Chasing Bow, the very object that anchored the Yi Clan's destiny! Countless years ago, the Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan had once wounded Emperor Jinwu of the Devil Race with this bow, his fame shaking the entire world. Though the bow was a Quasi-Emperor weapon, it had been stained with the blood of a Great Emperor. Its might could only be imagined.

The battle between the two seemed more terrifying than one between actual immortals and gods.

Powerful divine senses descended upon this place only to hurriedly retreat, not daring to approach and only able to spy from afar.

...

A dead silence covered Little Cold Mountain. On a black stone path paved with snow, a white-clothed youth ascended the steps.

Wang Xiu looked up toward the peak, his eyes narrowing slightly. The fight has begun?

He continued his ascent.

Along the way, he discovered numerous Demonic Beasts rampaging across the mountain, plundering and fighting with many of Little Cold Mountain's disciples. Wang Xiu did not interfere.

Without alerting anyone, he arrived at the small courtyard on the summit.

In the courtyard were several humble wooden huts. They were quite simple, looking nothing like a place where someone of Painting Immortal's stature would reside.

Wang Xiu's gaze shifted slightly as he walked directly toward one of the houses.

The door was half-open, and a painting hung suspended in midair. Though the ink was dry, it was clear at a glance that it had been completed only a short time ago.

This painting contained no Divine Skills or runes; it was made with ordinary ink, an ordinary brush, and ordinary paper.

The lines were drawn casually, like broken logs and twigs strewn across a rushing stream after a downpour.

Wang Xiu stood before the painting, contemplating it silently for a long time, as if entering a state of deep meditation.

...

Within Cold Mountain City, a figure shrouded in an inky black mist weaved incessantly across the battlefield.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

His strength was formidable, and his methods were even more shocking. Few from the Demon Race could last more than a moment against him before being devoured, their screams echoing as they vanished completely from the world.

This spectacle gradually drew the attention of others, filling them with trepidation.

The Demonic Beasts, in particular, feared him as they would a tiger. What in the world is this thing? It's more demonic than we are!

A colossal figure swooped in. It was a humanoid creature with long red hair, towering several meters tall. Its aura was extremely powerful; he was a Lord-level expert at the very least.

"I've watched your rampage for long enough! It's time for you to die at my hands!" The humanoid creature wielded a long halberd. He waved it effortlessly, and a murderous intent enveloped heaven and earth, followed by the roar of a tiger.

A crimson, winged demonic tiger materialized behind him, looking utterly terrifying. It was clearly a primeval variant from the Demon Realm; what else could it be?

[DING!]

[Boasting detected. Congratulations, Host! You have gained Mana +2,666!]

A grin spread across the lips of Wang Xiu's demonic body. He reached out with a large hand covered in Demon Patterns, emitting a wraithlike fog. From this fog, numerous divine chains shot out at extreme speed, tearing through the void to impale the humanoid creature's body.

"What kind of technique is this?" The humanoid creature panicked, completely unable to resist the Divine Skill.

The chains seemed forged from Celestial Gold. No matter how he struggled, he could not break them. Instead, they pulled him ever closer to the demonic body.

The demonic body's mouth opened wide as a strange vortex appeared, swallowing the humanoid creature whole.

The aura within him surged once more.

A powerful lord of the Demon Race had been instantly suppressed and devoured.

This sight stunned the surrounding members of the Demon Race, who fled in a panic.

The demonic body let out a cold sneer and raised his hands high. From within the fog, hundreds upon thousands of chains extended, ensnaring and devouring all the members of the Demon Race in the vicinity.

For several days straight, the demonic body fought and devoured on the battlefield, never once showing signs of fatigue. His aura grew stronger and his Realm grew higher, gradually approaching the critical point at the peak of Saint Manifestation.

He sneered, transforming into a cloud of demonic mist as he rushed into another battlefield. Come... come... you are all merely fuel for me...

...

The battle above the void continued.

For beings at the realm of the Yi Clan's Ancient Ancestor and Painting Immortal, combat generally took place beyond The Seventh Layer of the Void. To them, the preceding layers were far too fragile and would collapse from the slightest exchange. Even the smallest shockwave from their battle could unleash heaven-rending and earth-shattering destruction. It benefited neither side.

Of course, even so, anyone who drew near could still occasionally sense the heart-palpitating aura emanating from the battle.

A large golden brush appeared in Painting Immortal's hand. It was inscribed with characters in an ancient Great Seal Script and radiated a brilliant, golden divine light as he swept it continuously across the void.

Countless ink marks flew out, glowing brightly like a shower of golden rain. Each droplet burst, and from within emerged enormous Divine Beasts—Flood Dragons, divine Phoenixes, White Tigers, and other primordial variants. They were immense, eclipsing the sun and sky as they soared through the air, their auras unspeakably terrifying. These Divine Beasts, manifested from mere ink marks, were incredibly lifelike and indistinguishable from real living creatures. They roared as they charged forward, even capable of unleashing the innate Divine Skills of their respective species.

From a great distance across the void, the Ancient Ancestor of the Yi Clan drew his bow once more. Behind him, the colossal Dharma Body of a bare-chested giant appeared, so towering and majestic that it stood there like a god incarnate.