Can't Stand This Lousy Jie Sect Anymore

The attacks from the ancient powerful beings did not cease.

A warrior wielding an ancient sword darted forward, the sword's brilliance tearing through space, attempting to sever Yu Yuan's primordial spirit; another transformed into a giant spirit, lifting a stone hammer and smashing towards Yu Yuan, each blow piercing heaven and earth, stirring up a cloud of dust; there was even one who took the form of a ghostly bird, its wings unfurled and singing high, actually causing the Nine Heavens Stars to tremble, with starlight descending and transforming into chains that bind.

Yu Yuan clenched his teeth, his body silently enduring these tremendously powerful attacks.

Yet, he did not fear, for his physical and primordial spirits were continuously breaking and reforming.

Just then, a voice from the depths of the tribulation clouds, seemingly coming from the cosmic origin, profound and domineering, bore the chilling might of heaven, directly pressing against the soul.

"The lost strength, it truly resides within you."

The will of the Heavenly Dao sounded dull as thunder, yet clearly echoed by Yu Yuan's ears.

The lost strength?

Whose lost strength?

The Heavenly Dao?

Or the Taoist Ancestor?

Yu Yuan's heart stirred slightly, facing the supremely towering existence, his expression did not waver in the slightest, he even curved his lips into an indifferent smile.

The will of the Heavenly Dao remained indifferent; it does not concern itself with worldly trifles, it only cares about the balance between heaven and earth.

At this moment, its arrival was because Yu Yuan in front of it, was the key to breaking that balance.

Yu Yuan's gaze was sharp as a knife; he had long been prepared to face this moment.

The curse from back then was very strange; it not only failed to trap him but became the capital for his rapid rise.

Clearly, this strength was no small matter.

From a long time ago, he had been guessing the origin of this strength, and now he had finally gotten an answer—it came from the power of the Heavenly Dao.

However, whether this answer was true or false, he was still unable to judge.

Because, he knew that the Heavenly Dao before him was definitely not the Heavenly Dao he imagined!

"You possess what should not be yours. Now, it is time to return it." The voice of the Heavenly Dao rose again, as if millions of words echoed within it, causing the qi between heaven and earth to briefly stagnate.

Suddenly, the void exploded, endless tribulation thunders resonated, as if invisible hands reached towards Yu Yuan, intending to strip away the strength from his body without leaving a trace.

Yu Yuan took a step forward without retreating, within his sea of consciousness a storm surged, his primordial spirit's radiance intensified.

He knew, if he lost this strength, he would no longer be the current him!

No matter how this strength was obtained, he could not tolerate it being taken away by anyone lightly!

Not even by heaven!

"If you wish to take it, then come!" Yu Yuan's deep and sonorous voice filled with challenge, his posture elegant, with the Chaos Bell standing tall above his head, igniting flames in his eyes that challenge the Heavenly Dao.

The will of the Heavenly Dao ceased to speak, it disdained to communicate with mortals; everything was respected on the basis of strength alone.

In an instant, those ancient powerful beings formed from lightning attacked Yu Yuan again, fiercer than before, as if each attack was heaven and earth's roar.

Yu Yuan's whole body was filled with golden brilliance, his primordial spirit blazing like a fiery furnace.

This was the most crucial battle he had encountered to date.

No matter the outcome, he would have no regrets!

Following the sound of the Chaos Fragment, streams of mysterious and untraceable strength surged out of the Chaos Bell, battling directly against the pressuring might of the Heavenly Dao, Yu Yuan used every technique he had to try and withstand the might of the Heavenly Dao.

But no matter how profound his Dao Xing was, how could it possibly withstand the might of the Heavenly Dao?

As the Heavenly Dao Power, gathered by the tribulation thunder, grew larger and more oppressive, the pressure feeling almost mountainous, it threatened to completely push Yu Yuan into a hopeless situation. But Yu Yuan's pupils sharply constricted, his figure within the Tribulation Thunder so minute, yet as firm as a rock. Without hesitation, Yu Yuan knew his only choice was to risk it all.

He took a deep breath, a decisive glint flashing in his eyes. In the next moment, the surface of Yu Yuan's body began to crack open with fine fissures, each crack fiercely absorbing the energy of the surrounding tribulation thunder. The Chaos Bell vibrated more and more intensely, as if feeling the unwavering determination of its owner, also telling of an increasingly heavy chime.

Suddenly, Yu Yuan's body issued a dazzling golden light; with his breath, a magnificent and extreme strength permeated, which was the absolute power of physical and primordial spirit unity.

"Burn my mortal body, return through myriad tribulations to the source!" Yu Yuan's low voice cut through the roars of thunder and bell waves, and immediately his body radiated a brilliance a thousand times more dazzling than the Tribulation Thunder. He was like a star that illuminates the darkness, bursting instantly, and merging into the space as countless light dots.

As the physical body turned to ashes, in that moment, the severe pressure exerted by the will of the Heavenly Dao seemed to lose its target. Ancient powerful beings formed of numerous thunders gradually ceased their assault, as if contemplating this unprecedented miraculous spectacle.

The reformation of the physical body was not an easy task; it required a will and strength powerful enough to contend with the Heavenly Dao. Yu Yuan's primordial spirit flickered among the ashes, like the faint light guiding the dead on their return. Under the primordial spirit's pull, the ashes began to slowly reform. On the barren land, a brand new body was being born, which will carry not only all memories and strengths of Yu Yuan but will also possess the ultimate adaptation to Tribulation Thunder.

However, at this time, the will of the Heavenly Dao did not give up so easily. The voice of Cosmic Origin rang out once more, its trembling exuding an authority and disdain from eons, promptly, an even denser tribulation thunder surged downward, as if intending to prevent this inconceivable rebirth.

Without any concern for his still-reforming predicament, Yu Yuan's primordial spirit burst forth with an unprecedented intensity of divine light, and at the same time, it seemed some mystical Law within him awoke; the originally dull air suddenly condensed, forming substantial Array Patterns, which revolved around his body in circles, like weaving a protective shield, isolating the oppressive might of the Heavenly Realm.