My Informative Cultivation Life

This descent truly possessed infinite might!

The light screen trembled, its radiance extinguished, revealing fissures throughout, barely managing to heal itself.

With just one blow, numerous talents coughed up blood on the spot—the power of the supreme demonic artifact was simply too terrifying.

"This is bad—if he keeps bombarding us like this, we won't last long. I didn't expect him to be this powerful; the protective barrier we all created is easily shaken by him," a talented member from the Hidden World Family said, his face changing color.

"The Taichu World really brought quite a number of geniuses to this assessment session, with three in the top ten of the Immortal Ranking. Yang Tong, the son of the Sect Master of Chunyang Sect; Zhuge Yuntian from the Zhuge Family; and Dao Yi, the supreme genius from the Heavenly Dao Sect, all three are among the top ten masters on that list."

"Heh heh, they too are victims of bad timing, meeting with the ominous star of the None Demon Path, facing the relentless slaughter!"

"They too are suffering in the Taichu World. How did they offend the Heavenly Demon? Now, only with his appearance, blocking Mo Wudao, do they have a glimmer of hope for survival."

"Him? Ha, Yang Ji hasn't shown his face for over a hundred years; who knows where he's trapped, or maybe he's been eliminated already."

"What? Are you here to watch the show, or do you have another purpose?"

"The Heavenly Demon swore not to partake in the contest for the True Inheritancer Talisman, and the talents from Taichu World hold quite a few in their hands. If the Heavenly Demon kills them, perhaps we could get a few talismans."

"Hehe, same, same!"

In the void from all directions, the talents watching the battle from the myriad forces of various realms were intrigued by the scene below.

King of Yin, Overlord, Xian Yifei, Ming Budong, Long Gan, Xu Yan, and others were all present.

"Everyone, hold on!" Zhuge Yuntian roared, spiritual light surging in his palm, desperately supporting the light shield.

"Pure Yang's vastness!" Yang Tong had already grown up, now a handsome and dashing young man, his hands sending out endless Pure Yang light, upholding the light shield.

"This is bad! The protective light shield is going to shatter!" Dao Yi's face changed suddenly.

"Not good!" Gu Xinghua was also among them, his face solemn.

Crack crack crack!

Bang!

The Bridge of Life and Death struck down.

The light shield crashed apart loudly.

"Hahaha, kill them!" Xing Xiong let out a sinister laugh, the Heavenly Demons already on the move, rushing to slaughter.

Tian Xie, Mo Jie, Huang Ji, and even the clone of Yang Ji were among them.

"Kill!" Yang Ji's clone laughed wickedly, charging at the Heavenly Demons lurking in the Sect using the "Reincarnation Technique."

"Everyone, scatter! If we can't compete, we'll rush into the Circle of Death and give up the assessment!" Yang Tong yelled furiously.

"Thinking of entering the Circle of Death? There's no chance of that, everyone from Taichu World must die!" Mo Wudao's voice rang out coldly.

"Haha! Mo Wudao, you are certainly doomed, doomed indeed, but you'll die gloriously, die valiantly, die a justified death, and I will remember your goodness!" All of a sudden, a very conspicuous laugh echoed down from the high heavens.

It caused everyone to pause, stopping their actions and looking up.

"It's him!" The talents from all realms turned their heads.

"Haha, it's Brother Yang, he has come!" Gu Xinghua recognized Yang Ji at once.

"It's Senior Brother Yang Ji!" Many talents from the Wuji Dao Sect also recognized him, shouting cheerfully.

"Yang Ji? Is it that Yang Ji who can stand against Mo Wudao alone and not die?" Zhuge Yuntian was visibly moved, his heart quietly relieved.

"It's Big Brother Yang!" Yang Tong's face lit up with joy.

"Yang Ji, that comet, he's not dead yet?" Xing Xiong frowned.

"I didn't expect him to actually appear. I truly wish Mo Wudao would beat him to death. Otherwise, he would surely be the strongest rival for my brother in the contest for the number one true inheritance!" Ao Lie spoke gravely.

Ao Qian, Ming Budong, and others had slightly somber expressions, their eyes flickering, pondering their next moves.

Yang Ji laughed heartily as he descended from the sky.

At this moment, he was truly refreshed, in stark contrast to the desperate cries of the Taichu World's talents.

"Yang Ji, you've finally shown up. You disturbed my cultivation before, and today I'll be the first to crush you!" Mo Wudao's expression shifted slightly, a solemn look in his eyes, cold energy bursting forth, wielding the Bridge of Life and Death as he charged toward Yang Ji.

"Mo Wudao, today you die! But I will remember your goodness," Yang Ji's heart soared, fearless as he too charged at Mo Wudao.

"Die!" Mo Wudao, holding the Bridge of Life and Death, slammed down fiercely, with the power of the Way of Death spreading, clearly, he could mobilize even more power from the Bridge of Life and Death now.

"Seal!" Yang Ji was not the least intimidated; even with the inheritance of a Quasi-Imperial Monarch, what could he, Mo Wudao, get insight into after merely a hundred years? A talent like him might not be able to gain anything, let alone Mo Wudao.

At this moment, the power of the world within his body surged out like an abyssal sea, instantly immobilizing the Bridge of Life and Death that Mo Wudao had smashed down, making it impossible to move even slightly.

"What?" Mo Wudao was greatly shocked in his heart.

"What's going on? How has Mo Wudao's Bridge of Life and Death been immobilized?" Ming Budong and the others' pupils shrank suddenly. What kind of mighty power was needed to immobilize the terrifying strike of the Bridge of Life and Death?

"This monster, his power of the world has grown stronger, no wonder he dares to say that Mo Wudao must die. Could it be that he's been hiding and cultivating for these past hundred or so years?" Xu Yan exclaimed in astonishment.

"Nothing is impossible! Die!" Yang Ji locked down Mo Wudao and, with his fist raised, charged into his face, the World Fist blasting down fiercely.

Bang!

His head burst open like a watermelon—Mo Wudao was actually blown up by a punch.

All around, there was a moment of silence, even the breathing stopped.

How could the powerful Mo Wudao not withstand even a single punch?

"Ah, Yang Ji, I want you dead!" Mo Wudao bellowed angrily, his exploded head transforming into the Origin of Demonic Qi and reassembling itself anew.

But before he could act, he was immobilized once again.

"Dead?" Yang Ji countered with a laugh.

Bang!

"You!"

"You what?" Yang Ji laughed again.

"You!" Mo Wudao began to rage.

Bang!

Yang Ji, relentless, kept punching, blasting Mo Wudao again and again with his fists.

Mo Wudao didn't have the slightest power to fight back and was vomiting blood profusely.

Complete suppression on all sides, the scene was too shocking.

"Ah, Yang Ji!" Mo Wudao roared, as demonic qi surged wildly from his body, unable to believe, trying to break free from the immobilization.

"Look at my Sealing Technique, Palm Taichi. I'll take you back and torture you slowly!" Yang Ji burst into triumphant laughter, aiming to scare Mo Wudao to death.

"Sealing Technique?" Mo Wudao was indeed startled.

"Go, you are no match for him now. If your real body is suppressed, the loss will be too great." Suddenly, a voice came from the Bridge of Life and Death—it was the Artifact Spirit speaking.

"Yang Ji, I'll remember you!" Mo Wudao took a deep look at Yang Ji, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, merged into the Bridge of Life and Death with a roar, and suddenly burst forth with terrifying power, actually breaking free from the immobilization of the world's force.

Transforming into a streak of light, he dashed straight into the circle of death.

"Can't be! Was that guy really scared to death?" Yang Ji was taken aback.

However, he quickly regained his composure and turned his gaze to the other Heavenly Demons.

Huang Ji was the most decisive and immediately also leapt towards the circle of death.

"Yang Ji, your strength may be great, but it's useless! I, Xing Xiong, am the man you will never be able to kill!" Xing Xiong roared unwillingly and turned to fly towards the circle of death as well.

"Let's go, let's go, we're leaving too." The Heavenly Demons panicked as the departure of Mo Wudao and the others threw them into disarray.

"Kill them!" The geniuses of the Taichu World roared loudly, coming to their senses, and began to launch a deadly attack on the remaining Heavenly Demons.

Yang Ji also joined in, unleashing slaughter!

In just a short moment, all the Heavenly Demons who hadn't escaped were slain on the spot.

"The First True Inheriter, it's him now!" Xian Yifei watched Yang Ji and spoke indifferently.

"Indeed, it's Brother Yang!" The Overlord said with a wry smile.

Ao Qian and Ming Budong among others had grim expressions and kept silent.

Though their hearts were reluctant, they had to admit that at this moment, Yang Ji had no equals.

If even Mo Wudao couldn't withstand a single punch, who could fight him?

None! Continue your adventure at empire

The First True Inheriter, none but Yang Ji!