Chapter 222: Head

What kind of battle is it between Rank Three beings?

Is it grand?

Or does it directly destroy everything?

Li Qi might have had all sorts of ideas before.

But at this moment, when such a battle truly unfolded before his eyes, Li Qi found that it was much calmer than he had imagined.

Li Qi didn't know how to describe everything before him.

Is this... a battle?

No, it doesn't seem like it.

He was like sitting on the ground, looking up at the sky.

A painting hung in the sky, filling the entire firmament.

The entire sky became bizarre and colorful.

It was very strange, and also very mysterious.

He felt as if he had stopped breathing.

A feeling that was both incomprehensible and unanalyzable arose in Li Qi's heart. If he could compare it, perhaps one would feel this kind of joy and awe when witnessing the beginning of creation.

He couldn't understand the specific meaning of the patterns and lines in the sky, only that they seemed to possess a certain oppressive Aura.

This scene was both magnificent and full of infinite passion and fervor, and at the same time, it contained a frightening element that made one's heart pound.

These patterns had delved into the hidden depths of this world; the creator of these patterns must have discovered a secret that was both beautiful and terrifying.

The Great Master who painted this picture must have known things that ordinary people shouldn't know; what he painted was something shocking, something that didn't belong to the Mortal World.

This should be a scene that would never exist in this world.

It wouldn't exist, shouldn't exist, and absolutely couldn't exist.

But it was painted by someone nonetheless, and it existed in the world.

Strange and absurd, sublime and indifferent, both beautiful and cruel, just witnessing it from afar, he felt the infinity of space and the eternity of time.

The Aura was magnificent, making people dizzy. In front of such a great existence, everyone should feel very small and insignificant.

No one could resist the fear that tightly seized him. Li Qi found himself held in the palm of an invisible terror, unable to escape.

Just by witnessing and describing the painting in the sky, Li Qi felt his heart calm down. He didn't know why, but he felt that the pain from the injuries caused by the Grand Ritual's backlash no longer hurt.

Perhaps he had finally found peace of mind...

His painful life seemed to have been a preparation for witnessing this great scene. When he arrived here, his tormented soul, far from the clamor of the Mortal World, also found rest. The purpose he had pursued his entire life had been achieved.

But what was even more miraculous was that Li Qi discovered that only he could see these things.

Others seemed completely unaware of it.

“True Knowledge Dao Resonance…” Li Qi murmured.

This scene was not seen through the naked eye.

Instead, it was given to him by the True Knowledge Dao Resonance.

His own senses were completely unable to see the scene before him; only by relying on the power of the True Knowledge Dao Resonance could he witness all of this.

Is this… the battle between Rank Three beings?

Li Qi couldn't understand.

But he didn't need to understand; he simply deeply memorized everything before him, and then he closed his eyes and continued to preside over the Grand Ritual.

Who cares about that.

The information flow from the Grand Ritual had already accumulated a lot; if he didn't deal with it soon, something would go wrong.

As for the matters above…

If Master held on, then he would be fine.

If Master couldn't hold on, then his anxiety was useless.

It's better to focus on his own affairs.

Even though his mouth was twitching strangely, it was clear that his heart was pounding against his ribs, almost pushing his lungs aside.

Countless terrifying thoughts suddenly flashed into his mind, causing Li Qi to collapse onto the altar.

Others couldn't hear it, but he could hear the prelude to tragedy, as if the sizzling sound of a fuse burning was in his ears. He didn't know if it would be the next second or some other time, but everything would turn to ashes in an instant.

Fear and tension were inevitable.

When many bombs are exploding above your head, no one can remain calm, because if even a single bit leaks, countless people below will die without burial.

However, not being afraid is not courage.

True courage is to stand up and bear one's own responsibility, even when facing endless fear.

In Li Qi's view, if the battle in the sky failed, then everyone below would surely die.

But if his Grand Ritual failed, six or seven out of ten of Guangyang's remaining people would also die.

In other words, his battlefield and the battlefield above were almost equally important.

So, no matter what, he had to bear it.

Li Qi suppressed the panic in his heart, endured the violent heartbeat and the urge to vomit, and stood back on the altar.

No matter what, it was impossible for him to give up while the battle was still ongoing above.

Back when he hadn't even reached a Rank, he had endured the killing intent of a Rank Six.

And now, there was no killing intent, he had only taken a glance, could he not hold on?

Thinking these thoughts, he fully displayed the spirit of remaining calm even when Mount Tai collapses before him, directly casting the scene of the Rank Three battle out of his mind, and concentrating on continuing to preside over the Grand Ritual.

Although it sounds easy, almost everyone could feel that the speed of the Grand Ritual had slowed down a lot.

Li Qi on the altar had bloodshot eyes and bulging veins, as if he was suffering some great torment.

Guangyang Sicheng frowned, carefully watching Li Qi, wondering why he had been getting more and more relaxed before, but now suddenly looked like this.

Wang Baiyan opened his fan, frowned, and muttered to himself: “Is Li Qi unable to hold on? What's with this appearance of being about to explode?”

Only one person suddenly accelerated from below, seemingly wanting to rush to the altar.

Shen Shuibi had just been startled awake from her sleep.

The first thing she did upon waking was to look for Li Qi.

Because she felt it.

Something bad was happening.

In the firmament above…

There were experts of Empress Luofu's Rank clashing.

Li Qi was in danger, and she had to go.

— — — — — — — — — —

And on the true battlefield.

Tens of thousands of Dao Resonance resonated together.

Below their battlefield was Bailin Kingdom.

The hundreds of millions of lives in Bailin Kingdom were clearly visible, whether they were humans, demons, ghosts, Mountain and Water Deities , or anything else.

These lives emitted a faint glow, like candles being lit one after another.

It was like a sea of candles lit during a festival, one candle after another, arranged together, forming a myriad of tiny sparks, a vast Mortal World, the entire world in full view.

And those few Rank Three beings were like whales passing through this boundless sea of candles.

The sea of candlelight below them seemed as if it would shatter completely with just a touch.

The whales swam in the sea of candles, having to carefully tend to all the candles, because with just a flick of their tails, they could extinguish countless candle flames.

If they were extinguished, of course, they were truly dead.

Even the slightest breeze stirred by their movements could make the candle flames flicker precariously.

Therefore, at this moment, Zhu Fengdan and Yun Fang were engaging enemies twice their number, while ensuring that not a single ripple of residual power leaked out.

The four Rank Three beings on the opposite side, however, had no scruples.

Anyway, there were people from Shaman God Mountain to back them up.

A Utmost Person lightly raised his hands, maintaining the suppression, and chuckled softly: “Zhu Fengdan, I heard your combat talent is unparalleled, why are you holding back now? Isn't there someone behind you to back you up?”

As he spoke, the surrounding natural laws circulated and operated, forming a profound sense of oppression that enveloped the four directions, pressing down on Yun Fang and Zhu Fengdan like Mount Tai.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Yun Fang had already released his inner body spirits.

He was neither a Diviner nor a Invoker, yet he had six inner body spirits, each exerting its power. Bells and chimes rang, golden bells chimed, and when the heavenly drums sounded, it was like the power of heavenly fire, with the might to overturn oceans, yet they merely strained to support the surrounding natural laws, preventing the sky from collapsing.

Other than that, there was no other display.

Their battle had no visible manifestations, nor did it show much power. Their Divine Abilities were difficult to describe in words, seemingly not happening in the world at all.

If one were to truly look with their naked eyes, besides a few light effects and the pressure from the appearance of the inner body spirits, they seemed not to be fighting at all, but rather like chatting idly outside of the heavens.

“Be careful, don't underestimate him. During the Luofu incident, he fought two at once. He is indeed skilled in combat,” the leading Utmost Person reminded.

At that time, Zhu Fengdan fought two at once, all the way to the outer heavens, and indeed defeated two pursuing Utmost Persons, though he did not kill them, which shows that even if his strength was strong, it was limited.

Now, they had four Rank Three beings.

No matter how talented in combat he was, he was still just a Shaman after all. They just needed to be careful of his underhanded tactics.

It was known throughout the world that Shamanes were not good at direct confrontation.

Presumably, this person had used some trick to succeed in fighting two at once.

Upon hearing the words of the leading Utmost Person, the remaining three naturally put away their disdain and instead exerted full pressure.

The rolling Dao, layer after layer, pressed down.

The intricate patterns in the sky became heavier and more complex.

Those patterns were layers upon layers of Dao.

Not some spell, not some method.

Those were too shallow.

For a Utmost Person, there was only one weapon in battle, and that was his unique ‘Dao’.

That is, the rules by which the world operates.

This is like playing a game.

No matter how you play, no matter how good your skills are, you will never beat the game developers and operators.

Because from beginning to end, you are playing within their framework.

Unless you Breakthrough the game, enter the code level, crack the game yourself, and directly modify the opponent's code.

For the real world, ‘Dao’ is the code of the world, the rules by which the world operates.

Those layers upon layers of Dao Resonance pressing down were modifying the rules of this heaven and earth, incorporating the two Great Shamanes into their own Dao principles, making them ‘characters’ in this game.

As long as you cannot Breakthrough, you will forever be trapped and forever be passive.

As long as you are covered by the opponent's Dao principles, even reality can be arbitrarily modified, and victory becomes impossible.

Those layers of patterns were the Dao Resonance covering the sky. Under its shroud, this heaven and earth had become a cage for the Utmost Persons, where they could easily tamper with reality.

Reshaping space, creating something out of nothing, reversing life and death, all decided with a single word.

A Utmost Person uses his heart as the will of Heaven, his mouth as the word of Heaven, his hands as the work of Heaven, and his body as the affairs of Heaven. This is no joke.

Not a single word of these sixteen characters is false; they are all genuine and accurate descriptions.

As long as the Utmost Person's Dao principles are fully covered, he is Heaven.

No, even Heaven is inferior to him.

Reality moves according to his will, and heaven and earth are manipulated by him.

Originally, this level of coverage could actually be completed in an instant, not to mention that there were three Utmost Persons working together at this moment, with a Daoist Earth Immortal assisting from the side.

The reason it hadn't fully descended yet was simply because Yun Fang was interfering with them.

Yun Fang resisted with all his might from the side. The inner body spirits he had just released grew even taller, now tens of thousands of miles long, like Divine Spirits holding up the sky.

Six giants stood beside Yun Fang, their feet planted firmly on the ground, their hands raised upwards, supporting the descending firmament.

In reality, they were using their human bodies as small heavens and earths to support and resist the opponent's gradually descending Dao principles.

This was no small pressure for him, so he wiped his sweat and looked at Zhu Fengdan, who was preparing: “Third Zhu…”

Young Master Zhu turned his head and chuckled softly: “Old man Yun, you didn't get enough rocks thrown at your Immortal Cave last time, did you? Next time, I'll turn off your Qi source while you're refining medicine, do you believe me?”

Yun Fang broke into a sweat, smiled helplessly, and could only change his address: “Fengdan, are you ready?”

There was nothing he could do; this Third Zhu truly dared to do such undignified things.

“That Earth Immortal is a bit troublesome, but the other three… are just chickens and dogs,” Zhu Fengdan smiled, completely unconcerned.

Rank Three?

These few useless people, do they really think they are Rank Three?

Their Rank Three was fake; it was the power borrowed from their official positions.

The true essence of Rank Three was the official position, the wondrous Dao principles condensed by Tang Nation through ‘human rules’, and it had nothing to do with these useless people.

Using official positions as their own strength, and even trying to show off…

Idiots.

Their Director of the Secretariat's letter clearly stated why four people were sent, and strictly declared that Tang Nation came to negotiate, not to fight. Don't they have any sense?

Zhu Fengdan smiled and glanced back at Li Qi below.

Not bad.

Under such immense pressure, the Grand Ritual still did not stop.

This disciple was truly promising. He heard he even killed a Rank Seven. He truly had his own style.

As expected of his disciple. Although he hadn't taught him much, at least five tenths of the credit must be his.

If the disciple was so promising, then the Master couldn't be incompetent either.

These idiots almost killed his disciple just now.

Then let three lives compensate for half a life.

Work hard and strive for it.

— — — — — — — — — —

The sky kept changing color, but not a single ripple of residual power leaked down.

Until dusk, the Grand Ritual ended.

Li Qi didn't even open his eyes, spat out a mouthful of foul blood, and fell backward into Shen Shuibi's arms.

Shen Shuibi had arrived earlier and had been behind him the whole time.

“Ah… Shen Guniang, I really owe you…” Li Qi rubbed his head.

He didn't actually mean to rub it.

But he couldn't help it.

Just before, during the Grand Ritual, he almost couldn't hold on. Fortunately, Shen Shuibi arrived in time to heal him and help him alleviate the injuries caused by the disrupted Grand Ritual, which allowed him to endure.

However, after rubbing twice, Li Qi found that Shen Shuibi was trembling?

Trembling with anger?

No, that's not right?

What's going on?

Thinking these thoughts, Li Qi opened his eyes.

Then he saw two human heads placed in front of him, staring at him.

He trembled like a rabbit.