Invincible Starts From Dao Fruit

Looking up.

Black light flickered, slicing through the sky, falling like a meteor onto the mountain beyond the mountain.

"What a commotion!"

Chen Jichuan thought to himself, his feet not lingering in the slightest as he headed straight toward the area where the black light had descended.

In the barbaric lands, magic couldn't be deployed; Five Elements Escape Technique and Wind Thunder All Heavens Great Escape weren't accessible. However, the art of 'Summoning Wind and Rain' had already taken clear form, reaching the third realm of 'Body Fusion.' Unfolding it, a breeze entwined around him, and Chen Jichuan moved like the spring wind through the mountains, his speed one of the top tier among Second-order True Persons.

Approximately two moments later.

Chen Jichuan had already arrived at the spot where the black light had fallen.

"It really is a black stone."

As soon as he arrived, he immediately spotted the flickering black light at the mountainside. A human-sized black stone there radiated dense black smoke. The smoke rose vertically, piercing the sky, visible from hundreds of miles away. Additionally, with the twinkling black light during its descent, if any Upper Immortal were within ten thousand miles of the stone, they would have seen it and headed this way.

"No rush."

"Let's wait a while longer."

Chen Jichuan didn't immediately retrieve the black stone. Instead, he stopped not far away, keeping his eyes fixed on the stone while cautiously watching the surroundings. Meanwhile, he operated the 'Summoning Wind and Rain' technique, borrowing wisps of misty rain from heaven and earth to shroud himself in clouds and fog, concealing his presence.

Camouflage magic, lying in wait for an unlucky soul to come and throw themselves at him.

Time flowed on.

Chen Jichuan was already nearby, and with his proficiency in 'Summoning Wind and Rain,' he arrived swiftly, finding no traces of anyone else.

In an instant, another half-hour passed.

At this moment.

A gust of wind blew in, heading straight into the black smoke.

"Mountain Cauldron Immortal Sect's Jin Mengzi."

"Four-Pattern Immortal."

"What a pity."

As Chen Jichuan saw the newcomer, he immediately recognized his origins and felt somewhat disappointed in his heart.

With his current cultivation and mastery of techniques, he should be unrivaled among the Upper Immortals who were new entrants to the battlefield. If this time, the one who arrived was a Six-Pattern Immortal, he was confident he could force them to the brink of unleashing their full cultivation power, triggering their expulsion from the battlefield into the boundless void, thus counting as elimination.

But unfortunately, the visitor turned out to be just a Four-Pattern Immortal.

"One less competitor is still a gain."

Though Chen Jichuan felt dismissive, his actions were swift. As Jin Mengzi was about to plunge into the black smoke, Chen Jichuan lightly moved his fingers, conjuring wind and rain that transformed into a delicate, silk-like net, enveloping Jin Mengzi.

"Damn!"

"Ambushed!"

Jin Mengzi's cultivation was also sealed, leaving him with the strength of someone who had just entered Second-order cultivation, yet his senses remained sharp, immediately perceiving danger.

He summoned a raging wind, both to lift himself far away and to construct layers of wind walls to fend off Chen Jichuan's attack.

However, with comparable cultivation levels, when Chen Jichuan's mastery of 'Summoning Wind and Rain' had reached the peak of the third realm, and Jin Mengzi had barely scratched its surface after practicing for only a month, the latter was no match at all.

Rip! Rip! Rip!

The wind walls shattered and crumbled.

Like sweeping away ruin, Chen Jichuan controlled the wind and rain, instantly trapping Jin Mengzi within. Amidst the misty rain, the latter couldn't even spot Chen Jichuan's figure before being ensnared.

In the next moment.

"It's over!"

Jin Mengzi was both wrathful and helpless, swaying amidst the wind and rain, unable to break free, his survival instinct driving his sealed cultivation to return.

Boom! Boom!

A thunderous roar erupted as his power surged back — the King's Return!

The force of a Four-Pattern Immortal flooded him, his aura multiplying a thousandfold!

But before he could unleash it—

Bang!

Iron fists descended from the barbaric sky, slamming him straight out of the battlefield and into the boundless void, leaving no trace.

"That was easy."

Chen Jichuan watched Jin Mengzi fly away and couldn't help but chuckle.

Even if a late-phase Four-Pattern Immortal regained full power, they might not pose a threat to him, but eliminating one competitor was certainly advantageous.

Of course.

Jin Mengzi's departure only meant elimination; while he might endure some hardship or struggle, with his Four-Pattern Immortal cultivation, unless his luck was disastrously bad, he wouldn't die in the void. At most, he would suffer for a time.

"Even Tuota Venerable, mighty though he was, found slaying a Four-Pattern Immortal immensely difficult during his lifetime. Let alone after his death, when he left behind the Chengtian Battlefield."

Chen Jichuan shook his head.

"Upper Immortals are shielded by Immortal Light; killing them is no simple feat."

Over the past two millennia, though he was on Mishen Island, Chen Jichuan remained informed of world affairs. Within the Ten Lower Heavens and Four Directions Heaven, countless Upper Immortals were suppressed by great mountains and sea eyes.

Splitting mountains to save mothers.

Crossing the North Sea to rescue fathers.

Subjugation and conversion.

Legendary feats unfolded endlessly, adding to the lore with myth-like deeds. The suppression of these Upper Immortals wasn't for any specific agenda; most of the time, it was because killing an Upper Immortal was far too challenging and potentially invited Heavenly Retribution, leaving suppression as the safest solution, albeit with lingering risks later.

"Upper Immortals are hard to kill."

"But there are heavenly and earthly methods and weapons capable of slaying them — all of which come with steep costs, making them unworthy of casual usage."

As he spent more time as an Upper Immortal, Chen Jichuan's understanding of Fourth-order Ascension deepened further.

Upper Immortals possess Immortal Light, radiating over the world.

They've bridged Heaven and Earth, connecting inner and outer realms, drawing essence from the Big Heaven and Earth beyond the Chongming Realm. With time and accumulation, they expand and even elevate worlds.

They benefit Heaven and Earth.

Killing such beings brings misfortune and risks inflaming Heaven's wrath, resulting in severe retribution.

"With Heaven and Earth's protection, Upper Immortals in the Chongming Realm are nearly immortal. Barring lifespan limits, few means exist to kill them outright."

The Chengtian Battlefield sealed the cultivation, techniques, and treasures of a hundred Upper Immortals, appearing formidable yet relying on voluntary cooperation from them.

Faced with dangers like Jin Mengzi's earlier predicament, these Immortals could break free from their seals, fully unleashing their capabilities.

But in so doing, they rendered themselves unfit for the battlefield, forfeiting access to Tuota Venerable's legacy and priceless treasures.

With thoughts lingering but quickly quelled, Chen Jichuan refocused on the now-quiet surroundings.

Jin Mengzi's elimination and the breaking of his seal likely caught the attention of others nearby, dissuading anyone else from arriving soon. Chen Jichuan wasted no time and plunged directly into the billowing black smoke.

Within the black smoke, the black stone loomed.

Beside the black stone stood a Divine Dragon Puppet, vivacious and exuding an aura of power, ranking among the best in the Second-order.

"I knew it wouldn't be that simple."

Chen Jichuan wasn't surprised.

"Wind, come!"

"Rain, come!"

He summoned furious winds and gathered ominous clouds; thunder roared, sending bursts of piercing rain to entangle the Divine Dragon Puppet.

Simultaneously, a gentle breeze bypassed the puppet, seizing the black stone.

The first block of black stone was obtained with ease.

Boom! Boom! Bang!

The black stone was in hand, and moments later, it disintegrated, unleashing—

"True Person Second Layer Heaven!"

Chen Jichuan quietly pondered.

One block of black stone only released one layer of cultivation, making full unsealing an incredibly long process.

This was expected.

"Tuota Venerable arranged the Chengtian Battlefield to screen for an heir, emphasizing individual understanding and aptitude."

"Too short a timeline wouldn't allow mastery of 'Summoning Wind and Rain,' leaving all hundred Upper Immortals at similar levels."

The cultivation of 'Summoning Wind and Rain,' by its nature, necessitated ample time.

This endeavor was destined to be a protracted one.

Chen Jichuan shook his head, ripped the Divine Dragon Puppet apart, and left without hesitation.

…

Time flowed like water, year after year.

The Chengtian Battlefield was vast; a hundred Upper Immortals trapped like droplets merging into immense lakes and rivers, becoming inconspicuous. Especially in the early stages, with sealed cultivation levels, their mobility and sensory range were limited, making encounters rare.

The first decade passed.

Chen Jichuan encountered only one unlucky soul: Jin Mengzi.

A decade later.

Hum! Hum! Hum!

The heavens murmured; the first Heavenly Disaster descended, and the barbaric landscape crumbled from the outer edges inward.

In their minds, the Upper Immortals perceived the terrain map of the Chengtian Battlefield.

As the hum grew louder, Chen Jichuan saw areas on the map turning gray, before slowly transitioning to red.

"Gray zones signify imminent collapse."

"Red zones indicate areas already destroyed."

Chen Jichuan scanned the map and noticed that the first contraction had shrunk the battlefield by half. With reduced space, encounters among the Upper Immortals were bound to intensify.

"Ninety-six remain."

"Ten years, and only four eliminations."

Chen Jichuan wasn't surprised as he observed the remaining Immortal count on the map. These Upper Immortals weren't easy targets. Starting from an equal footing within such a vast field, elimination was rare.

Among those eliminated, Jin Mengzi was unlucky to meet Chen Jichuan — an anomaly.

The circumstances of the other three were unknown.

"No matter their fate."

"My priority is to gather black stones, advance my cultivation, and further my mastery of 'Summoning Wind and Rain.'"

Glancing at the map, Chen Jichuan resumed his journey.

…

Ten years.

Twenty years.

Thirty years.

The Chengtian Battlefield contracted every decade, with the scope of collapse varying—sometimes in the east, sometimes in the north, occasionally in central regions.

With each contraction.

Encounters among Upper Immortals intensified.

After Jin Mengzi, during the second decade, Chen Jichuan finally had fresh victories, eliminating two Immortals in one stretch.

In the first decade, he progressed steadily, achieving enlightenment once per year. By the second decade, he had mastered 'Summoning Wind and Rain' to the fourth realm, nearing the fifth.

Such advancement was extraordinary.

Though initially inconspicuous, in comparison, among the Eight Extremes Holy Hall's four other Upper Immortals, the most advanced, Eight-Armed Immortal, still lingered in the third realm.

The other three hovered between the second and third realms.

The gap with Chen Jichuan was glaring.

"The longer this lasts, the greater my advantage!"

Chen Jichuan monitored the progress of Eight-Armed Immortal and the others, his confidence swelling.

As 'Summoning Wind and Rain' became more refined, he commanded raging winds at increasingly astounding speeds, expanding his exploration range significantly. Cumulative efforts allowed him to collect more black stones than his peers, grant him swifter unsealing, and likely place him in the lead within the battlefield.

Time flew by.

In a blink, a hundred years passed.

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