Stop it, Taoist, Your Fight almost Ruins the DAO!
Chapter 912 - 502: True Technique Level 25 - The Path of the Martial God (Part 3)

Like a God, like a Saint!

The huge soul that had shrouded his body before had plunged into him like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea.

His aura had suddenly changed and became as ordinary as any common man, nothing special.

No!

Even more bizarre!

Ghost Chi who was struggling to hold up the altar closed his eyes, his demonic thoughts sweeping through the void, only to discover that there was nothing in front of him,

When it opened its eyes, it found a Taoist standing above the dark night sky, the red great sun behind his head as glaring as a small sun, making it feel extremely uncomfortable, nauseous, sick.

This Taoist was bare-chested, his hair twinkling intermittently like stars.

Occasionally, strange specks of starlight would rise or fall from his body.

Just a glance gave Ghost Chi a sense of awe, power, and unapproachability.

Great Sun Burns the Sky, starlight like dust! The foundation of the Martial God Taoist was achieved in an instant!

"How dare you look directly at me, you wretch!"

A sound like thunder suddenly emerged in Ghost Chi's mind, and for a moment, it felt as if the sky had fallen and the earth had sunk, its vision shaking like a wheel, and its consciousness plunged into boundless darkness.

Even the powerful monster that had survived his punch and remained intact before was now stared to death by the Taoist!

In the instant the Taoist glared, a huge soul engulfed his body and then immediately receded; he returned to his previous "ordinary" state.

Not even a tiny bit of power was wasted or leaked.

Every bit of power was used just right.

"If I was a Human Immortal in my previous Martial Arts Realm, then now, calling my realm Human Immortal Martial Art would no longer be appropriate."

"So... This is so strong and powerful!"

"I can feel that no matter which Foreign Region I wander to, no matter what rules this region has, no one dares to ignore my will as long as you give me a little time, I will rise up again! Become stronger! All heaven and earth will have a place for me!"

"True Technique to this extent — this Realm should be called, Heavenly Position!"

The Taoist spread his palms and sighed, having found a suitable new name for the Godly Martial Path he had carved out.

The words "Heavenly Position," even in heaven, would find a place for him, Yi Chunyang; there were no other words that could better match his Martial Arts Realm at this moment.

"Ghostly thing, are you ready to take a beating?" The Taoist looked up at the shadow on the altar, his eyes instantly turning fierce and terrifying.

Damn it, everyone thought Yi Chunyang was a brutish man, but most of the time he, Yi Chunyang, was as clever as a horse.

He had been investigating the information on those masters who died in the dark for thousands of years.

At last—Breakthrough!

"As a reward for helping me with True Technique Breakthrough, promoting to Heavenly Position Realm, Ghostly thing, I will surely let you witness the strongest power in the world."

"I'll kill you!!!"

With a loud bang, a strong and powerful voice fell, and an even stronger and more powerful attack instantly erupted.

In the blink of an eye, the shadows holding up the altar under it suddenly vaporized.

The Taoist descended upon the dark altar, Extreme Origin surging like tides, began to furiously beat the shadow in front of him.

The wailing lasted for three entire months.

Three months later, no more did the night in the human world require the scattering of Gold and Stone Powder or other strange substances to sleep nervously.

The Taoist knew that perhaps in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands of years, those ghostly things would descend again.

But he wasn't worried, as long as he, Yi Chunyang, kept beating them, this world would never again have a twilight boundary.

"My heart is like a White Cloud always at ease, my will flows like water wherever it wishes."

"Looking around with my head raised, the vast universe is wide, billions of stars are there for me to climb!"

After completely annihilating the altar to the least bit, the Taoist looked up at the blue sky and white clouds, inspiration for poetry surged, and his loud poetic cries echoed instantly.

A year later.

The Taoist was resting his head on the lap of a supremely beautiful and voluptuous woman, letting the beauty in front of him feed him peeled grapes, instantly comfortable he shifted his head deeper into her lap.

The woman adjusted his head straight.