Cultivation: When you take things to the extreme-Chapter 1153 - 695: Heavenly Demon_2

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At last, there are the Small Thousand Worlds, hardly conducive to creating Immortal Gods. Upon reaching Mahayana Unity, one must ascend, even Deity Transformation cannot be retained. The flow of time compared to the present Taixuan is three hundred and sixty-five to one. The first dreamt world, the Great Zhou World, was once the precursor to Great Tang World, belongs to such realms.

Among the three tiers of worlds, the Great Thousand World stands tallest. If one could obtain the grand authority of the Heavenly Emperor and receive his blessing, one would become a Golden Immortal. The Middle Thousand and Small Thousand Worlds pale in comparison, but with earnest support, they should possess the power of Heavenly and Earth Immortals.

The Azure Star Realm and the Mystic Yellow Realm are on par, both recognized as Great Thousand Worlds with anticipation of producing Golden Immortals. Should one become the Heavenly Emperor in this realm, holding great power, even if not ascending to Golden Immortal, one would still be at the pinnacle as a supreme Heavenly Immortal, unrivaled and overwhelmingly dominant.

Although Xu Yang has not yet seized the position of Heavenly Emperor, relying on the Mystic Yellow’s Heavenly God and Earthly Spirit Skill, his own Nine Forms Sacred Dao, combined with the right moment and location, and the collective merits crafted by thousands, he holds significant authority over heaven and earth in this Azure Star Realm.

It is this authority that aids him, with heaven and earth combined, propelling him further, surpassing Indra who embodies Three Phase Harmony.

Bearing Qi Fortune, the joint power of heaven and earth, as they say, although the Three Forms God is strong, compared with an entire Great Thousand World, it still pales.

Xu Yang has not yet become an Earth Immortal. If he were to achieve that status, with this Qi Fortune and supreme celestial authority, let alone several Divine Powers, even if the Three Forms personified arrive, they would struggle against him.

Thus, Indra’s defeat is inevitable, utterly unsurprising.

Xu Yang’s current focus isn’t even on him. Heavenly God and Earthly Spirit, Nine Forms Sacred Dao - when these two great skills once again unite, shining upon each other, they jointly affirm the Taoist Result, deepening his understanding and grasp of these two methods, his system progressing towards perfection, soon to reach flawless, achieving Heaven Reaching Taoist Result.

Compared to this, the life or death of his adversaries seems trivial.

Aside from this, he still harbors a bit of a probing thought...

"Supreme Lord!"

"Defeated?"

"How could that be possible, how could that be!"

"It must be that we are not devout enough, the Supreme Lord is still testing us!"

"Supreme Lord, please have mercy on your people; redeem your believers!"

"Praise the Supreme Lord Vishnu!"

"Praise the Supreme Lord Great Brahma!"

"Praise the Supreme Lord Shiva..."

At the central battlefield, the outcome is decided. Witnessing Indra severely injured and unable to rise, the Brahman Immortals appeared as if facing doomsday. Several Brahma Immortals, tears streaming, blood visible, ignoring the lethal assaults from the Scholar’s Palace, praised the Three Forms God anew.

The praises echoed nonstop, resounding heaven and earth, penetrating the defeated Indra’s ears, causing him to exert strength involuntarily. Even if pain seared through his arm like tearing his heart apart, he clenched his fists tightly.

He was defeated!

He was defeated again!

As the Heavenly Emperor, Lord of Heaven, King of Gods, yet he suffered another devastating defeat.

Why, why?

Is it his incompetence?

No, it’s not his incompetence, but someone has seized his authority, usurped his power.

Who?

Brahma!

Shiva!

Vishnu!

It’s them, it’s them!

Indra clenched his fists, the fragments of Vajra Pestle and Amogha tightly held in his hands, even piercing his own palms. Flesh, bone, intense pain surged, but it could not extinguish the flames ignited in his heart.

Hatred!

Anger!

Rage!

Everyone knows, the lord of Brahman, indeed is the Three Forms God; his title of Heavenly Emperor is nominal, incomparable to theirs.

But few know, he was once hopeful of becoming a Heavenly Immortal, had once held the highest authority, stood at the pinnacle of Heaven as Lord of Heaven, King of Gods, the supreme faith of the Brahman Sect.

That was a time long past, before the era when the Three Forms God had yet ascended as such, when his diligent cultivation led him to the Earth Immortal Realm, mastering the authority of heaven and earth, cosmos and universe, time and space.

Heaven, Earth, Mysterious, Yellow, the universe ancient, this represents the pinnacle of Earth Immortal’s result, especially fundamental to the Great Dao of Heavenly and Golden Immortals.

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At that time, he was the Heavenly Emperor, a true Heavenly Emperor, ruling over the Brahman Heavenly Realm and all the Brahman Gods.

But later, the Three Forms God appeared, a fully realized Three Forms God appeared, conquering the Brahman Heavenly Realm and all the Brahman Gods with absolute power, forcing everyone to submit to his divine might.

Although to showcase his own benevolence, the Three Forms God retained his title as Heavenly Emperor, he did not retain his power. Instead, he stripped him of his authority, stripped him of his power, completely taking away his control over heaven and earth, the universe’s rule, leaving only the positions of storms and thunder as his final cover of shame.

This is why, although he was the Heavenly Emperor, he was merely an Earth Immortal, unable even to rank among the higher Earth Immortals.

His power, his authority, were stripped by the Three Forms God, even his achievements, his history, were all falsified, turning the supreme Heavenly Emperor into a target of arbitrary oppression by all manner of demons, even stray dogs on the roadside could pounce and bite him.

His greatest accomplishment was defeating the giant demon Frueduo, it was also that battle that established his position as the Brahman Heavenly Emperor, King of Gods.

But after being conquered by the Three Forms God, the Brahman Sect’s epic altered this accomplishment, claiming he was afraid of Frueduo, even suffering repeated defeats at Frueduo’s hands, ultimately begging Vishnu to hide within his Vajra Pestle to defeat that terrifying giant demon.

Such alterations were not only at this point, all of his achievements were rewritten, being portrayed as timid and weak served as his symbol, all credit went to Vishnu and the Three Forms God, solidifying the position of the Three Forms God while also severing his chances to regain his power and authority.

Even to this day, this Divine War was initiated under the name of the Heavenly Emperor, yet it still relies on the power of the Three Forms God to face the enemy, even if he is defeated now, no one feels sad for him, only grieving for the Three Forms God.

Why, why?

Hatred of the past, today’s pain, the disgrace of defeat, the loss of power, and the seizing of his renown...

Hate! Hate! Hate!

Anger! Anger! Anger!

The flames of hatred burn in the heart, catalyzing an invisible fruit, instantly breaking through and filling the inner self.

"Hate?"

"Angry?"

"Want to take back your power, retrieve your authority and status, and enjoy everything that belongs to the Heavenly Emperor again?"

"Come, come…"

Seven Emotions and Six Desires, countless desires surge, completely consuming that deeply humiliated heart.

"Supreme Lord?"

"What Supreme Lord!"

"They are nothing but a group of despicable plotters, usurpers!"

With a fierce roar, exploding violently, under the astonished gazes of the crowd, Indra, fatally wounded, furiously rose, his Heavenly Emperor’s golden crown shattered, his long hair flying wildly, his golden body, golden blood, instantly tainted black, his severely injured body, nearly rotten flesh, grew, tangled, intertwined under the influence of a strange force...

"Heaven, Heavenly Emperor?"

"This…"

Seeing this scene, let alone the Brahman Gods, even the various other deities watching via broadcast were stunned speechless.

What is happening?

"I am the master of the sky and the earth!"

"I am the emperor of the universe and time!"

"I am the destroyer of Frueduo!"

"I am the commander of armies!"

"I am the Lord of Heaven, God of Gods…"

"I am the supreme Heavenly Emperor—Indra!"

Amid a chorus of self-praise, Indra stood tall, his black hair flowing wildly like a demon, his four arms moving like a fiend, his thousand eyes wide open with woven desires inside, resembling a dark abyss, a glance would make one feel an everlasting downfall.

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His fists clenched, a terrifying power crushed the Vajra Pestle in his hands along with Amogha’s remnants into dust, and then he condensed boundless darkness into a trident, wrapped with sun, moon, and stars, his once weapon, stolen by Shiva.

He took it back, the power of Heavenly Emperor, he too...

"Boom!!!"

Before his thoughts settled, the heavens shook, a sword struck down from the sky, slicing through the Desire Realm’s demon.