My Informative Cultivation Life

An overwhelming oppression enveloped him like the heavens above, every pore on his body suffocating, his demon soul trembling; he could not move a single bit.

Suffocation, despair, fear, powerlessness!

These were feelings he had never experienced before, surging out wildly from the depths of his soul.

Endless pressure rolled over from a peer, crushing mercilessly.

At this moment, Yang Ji seemed like a god, high above, invincible.

Xing Xiong plunged into deep despair, all his methods obliterated by such a pointing, by such a grasp.

The pride of being a supreme genius shattered at this moment, like glass violently bursting apart.

"Ants will always be ants, did you think the strength of the 'Primordial Demon God Formation' boosted by the 'Mark of the Demon Ancestor' could suppress me?" Yang Ji had already seen through everything, his expression maintaining its usual disdain and contempt.

But to Xing Xiong at this moment, that was a billion critical hits.

The word "ants," like a boulder, crashed heavily onto his mind.

"Ah, Yang Ji, I am going to kill you!"

Xing Xiong let out an irrational roar, his body erupting with destructive power, especially the demon shadow between his brows, which suddenly unleashed a beam of demonic light capable of piercing the heavens, attempting to deliver a fatal blow to Yang Ji.

"An ant trying to shake a tree, how ridiculously overconfident!" Yang Ji's expression was cold as he raised his hand, crushing the demonic light, and with fingers like drills, he fiercely plunged into Xing Xiong's forehead, ruthlessly yanking out the Mark of the Demon Ancestor.

"Ah!" Xing Xiong immediately screamed in agony; the Mark of the Demon Ancestor was connected to his demon soul, and having it violently removed tore the soul apart. A large bloody hole appeared on his forehead, spurting blood crazily, soaking his face, dyeing the sky red. He looked terrifying and pitiable at that moment.

"This guy, he's too brutal!" Xu Yan's eyes twitched, his expression grave as he muttered unconsciously, "I should've thought of this earlier. The World Force he wielded was so terrifying, wouldn't projecting his world be even more so? If he had enveloped me with his world projection earlier, could I have broken free from the suppression with my integration into the Void Chart?"

His expression fluctuated, his gaze flickering, as he felt the oppression brought by Yang Ji's world projection and continued to calculate.

Eventually, his expression changed subtly, "This fellow, he's a monster. Luckily, he didn't come after me back then. No, that's not right, he couldn't have caught up with me."

Xu Yan was startled, coming to this realization, he finally calmed down.

"The Mark of the Demon Ancestor, equivalent to the Origin of Demonic Qi of ten Demon Emperors, is a good thing!" Yang Ji smiled and stowed it away with a flip of his hand.

"Did Senior Brother actually suppress Xing Xiong?"

Shang Guanwu and the others had their eyes wide open; this was even more shocking than defeating Xu Yan; this was genuine suppression.

Xing Xiong's screams were still echoing in the sky.

They all knew Yang Ji was powerful, comparable to an Immortal Ranking Genius.

But each being on the Immortal Ranking is a blessed child of heaven, terrifyingly powerful, and it is normal for them to have victories and defeats against each other. However, suppression, that was truly shocking.

They had never imagined their Senior Brother could be so formidable, catching everyone by surprise.

"That Xing Xiong, with the 'Primordial Demon God Formation' boosting the 'Mark of the Demon Ancestor', could strike with sevenfold combat power. If I were to face it, I could die ten thousand times over. Yet, such a punch was exploded by a single point from Yang Ji. Has he become so strong? Has he exceeded the Immortal Ranking, standing in his own league?

Has the gap widened to such an extent?" Xuan Chi screamed hysterically in his mind, his body trembling slightly.

"What?" All of this happened in the blink of an eye, from Xing Xiong going all out to being suppressed, it all took an incredibly short amount of time. The Heavenly Demon Clan was still in shock, and it was difficult for them to come back to their senses.

"Ah, Mo Jie, save me!" Xing Xiong's voice was filled with anguish.

Mo Jie, with his pupils dilated, finally regained his senses, his face extremely grim, now taking action as well.

"You dare to be fierce, little ant, die now!" Yang Ji's eyes turned cold, his True Rigidity Dharma Aspect squeezing fiercely, and the World Force concentrated between his fingers crushed Xing Xiong mercilessly.

But the next moment, Xing Xiong did not die. Instead, he manifested beside Tian Xie, looking exceedingly weak.

"Hm? Life and Death Reversal Technique? Equivalent to the legendary life-saving amulet, one person with two lives?" Yang Ji eyed the lingering information in the air, frowning slightly, he said inwardly with some emotion,

"The bizarre cultivation techniques of the Heavenly Demon Clan are indeed numerous, like the 'Life and Death Reincarnation Technique,' the 'Transmigration and Transposition Technique,' the 'Heavenly Demon Alien Heart Unification Technique,' the 'Life and Death Reversal Technique.' It turns out Xing Xiong has achieved such a technique, worthy of being an Immortal Ranking figure, with exceptional talent."

In an instant, Yang Ji regretted not capturing him alive to force out the techniques, rather than thinking of squeezing him to death.

And as he pondered, Mo Jie had already arrived to kill.

"How dare a little ant act viciously, die now!"

Mo Jie swung both hands, and a massive black handprint soared through the air.

Yang Ji watched with cold eyes as he fiercely thrust out his World Fist.

Boom!

The massive black handprint was directly shattered, dissipating into smoke and clouds.

Yang Ji burst forth from the black mist as if an Immortal King had descended. With a mere thought, the power of the world spread out, attempting to seal the space and prevent Mo Jie from escaping.

"Am I an ant?" A murderous light shone in Yang Ji's eyes. "Let's see how you, the so-called giant, will be burst apart by an ant."

"Demon God Palm!"

Mo Jie unleashed a series of divine palms, each one pitch black. The world quickly turned dark as the palm prints collided with Yang Ji's World Fist once again.

The explosion of vital energy caused a series of wild surges throughout heaven and earth.

Yang Ji let out a long howl as the world force turned into a giant hand, tearing through the vital energy frenzy and closing in on Mo Jie.

"Demon God Saber!"

Seeing Yang Ji's ferocious approach, the well-aware Mo Jie manifested a crescent moon-like black saber light over his body.

The saber light fluctuated unpredictably, engraved with various black runes. It was actually a powerful mid-grade Demonic Artifact that quietly appeared in his hand.

With a vibrating slash, a sharp blade of black runes formed and cut through Yang Ji's world force, continuing its relentless trajectory towards him.

"This saber fits him perfectly; it must be his Lifebound Magic Treasure, capable of unleashing extraordinary power. Be cautious!"

Yan Zhan's cool voice rang out, warning Yang Ji.

"This saber is indeed formidable!" Yang Ji, unflinching, fiercely pounded with his World Fist, daring to clash with the mid-grade Demonic Artifact, a saber that could cut through all things, with his bare palm.

"Boy, you dare to withstand my Demon Blade? My Demon Blade, forged from Demon Steel and blessed by the Demon Lord, is indestructible. You're courting death!"

Enraged by the charging Yang Ji, Mo Jie's saber light shifted, concentrated with a gulp, and a black saber light was unleashed, so sharp it was suffocating, casting a sword technique capable of destroying heaven and earth.

Fist met saber light.

Sss!

Golden runes surged over Yang Ji's fist, sparking a series of sparks.

"Hm? Your body's toughness rivals that of a Dao Device! Have you cultivated divine body-refining skills?"

Mo Jie was momentarily stunned, then sneered, "However, it's useless. All divine body-refining skills are extremely difficult to cultivate and require time to perfect. How long have you been cultivating them? Barely a thousand years, and you think you can withstand my Demon Blade forged from Demon Steel?"
Enjoy new adventures at empire

Indeed, as soon as he finished speaking,

A tearing sound came from the sky, and the saber light he slashed out was so sharp it reached the pinnacle, tearing open Yang Ji's fist wrapped in world force, splattering bright red blood on the spot.

"This Demon Steel truly lives up to its reputation as a top material for forging; its blade can break my divine skills and even wound my arm. Truly extraordinary!"

Yang Ji looked at the bloodstain appearing on the back of his hand, paused in his actions, and shouted, "Where is my sword?"

"Hahaha, master, here I come!"

A dragon roar suddenly resounded from within his Inner World. Following that, a giant black True Dragon flew out, circling excitedly around him, roaring enthusiastically, nuzzling against him.

This excited creature was none other than the "Zhe Long Sword"!

"Master, you finally thought of me! Don't worry, hold me, and we will certainly burst it apart!" With a roar from Zhe Long, it turned into a streak of light that fell into Yang Ji's palm, transforming into a sword with an edge sharp enough to be revealed to the world.

Zhe Long Sword, this creature, was once very proud and even tried to escape.

But after so many years, having witnessed Yang Ji's extraordinary and invincible nature, it had become entirely submissive.

Now that it had the chance to make an appearance, it was extremely excited and naturally wanted to perform.