Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

Lin Jiufeng, like an immortal, shattered the spatial confinement and swiftly distanced himself from the gates of the Yuhua Sect.

He had no intention of letting the impending battle destroy the sect that had been his home for over a century.

Wen Yuan closely followed, understanding Lin Jiufeng's intentions but remaining indifferent. As long as he killed Lin Jiufeng, the destruction of the Yuhua Sect would be nothing more than an afterthought.

The two sped across a thousand-mile expanse before Lin Jiufeng finally halted, turning to face Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan sneered. "You're done running?"

Lin Jiufeng remained calm. "Now, I can kill you."

Wen Yuan's expression twisted with disdain. "Where does your confidence come from? Do you think the Yuhua Ascension Sutra, which let you challenge the Eighth Forbidden Realm from the Seventh, can allow you to defy the Ninth as well?"

Lin Jiufeng's voice was ice-cold. "Less talk. Let's fight."

Wen Yuan's gaze darkened. "Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish."

In the next moment, Wen Yuan's entire body radiated a brilliant purple light, each strand of his hair shimmering as an overwhelming aura surged skyward.

With an earth-shattering momentum, he unleashed a punch—domineering, all-encompassing, and infused with the profound power of the Ninth Forbidden Realm. His robes billowed as a suffocating killing intent emanated from his figure, his strike seemingly resonating with the grand laws of the universe.

Boom!

The punch tore through the void, bringing with it an oppressive force akin to a celestial grinding wheel, seeking to obliterate Lin Jiufeng entirely.

The power of the Ninth Forbidden Realm was absolute. Every action of its wielders intertwined with the Dao itself, making them far more terrifying than those of the Eighth Forbidden Realm.

Wen Yuan watched Lin Jiufeng with a smirk, expecting to see fear in his eyes.

Instead, he was met with something else—depthless eyes, calm and unfathomable, like an abyss without end.

In the next second, Lin Jiufeng moved.

Wen Yuan's power stemmed from the Ninth Forbidden Realm, his devastating punch fueled by his own internal energy.

But Lin Jiufeng feared raw physical strength the least.

Even before his flesh had fully transformed into pure energy, he had already possessed the force of five thousand dragons and five thousand elephants.

After his complete transformation, this power doubled, surpassing the shackles of mortality.

He now wielded the strength of ten thousand dragons and ten thousand elephants.

For an Eighth Forbidden practitioner, such power should have been unattainable.

Lin Jiufeng had long wished to test this strength against someone from the Ninth Forbidden Realm.

Thus, he held nothing back.

Roar!

As his energy surged, an enormous illusion materialized behind him—a divine dragon soaring through the heavens and a colossal elephant stomping across the earth.

Lifelike and majestic, they exuded boundless might.

With a mighty punch, Lin Jiufeng retaliated.

Boom!

The moment their fists collided, the sky seemed to shatter, the impact igniting an apocalyptic storm that ravaged the land in all directions.

Blood rained down.

Wen Yuan's blood.

His confidence had crumbled in an instant.

The moment their fists met, he felt an unstoppable force overwhelming him, shattering his attack, and ripping through his defenses like a tidal wave.

The impact traveled up his arm, surging into his body like an unstoppable flood. With a deafening crash, he was sent flying, his hair in disarray, his entire arm drenched in blood. His right hand, grotesquely twisted, spasmed uncontrollably.

His body hurtled through the air before smashing into the ground.

A single strike had settled the outcome.

Wen Yuan's once unshakable belief in the Ninth Forbidden Realm had collapsed. His arm was nearly destroyed, and the excruciating pain twisted his features in agony.

Struggling to comprehend reality, he gasped, "This… this is impossible! How can someone in the Eighth Forbidden Realm possess such monstrous power?"

His worldview, once firm, had shattered beyond repair.

Was there no justice in the world?!

His trembling gaze landed on his mangled right arm, and his expression turned grim. Without hesitation, he severed it with a single strike.

Slash!

His arm fell to the ground, severed cleanly. Wen Yuan clenched his teeth, his body convulsing from the pain. But his will was strong—activating the Wen family's secret techniques, he reconnected his arm using his energy.

His flesh had fully energy-formed, allowing him to reattach his severed limb.

Still gasping for breath, he looked up in horror at Lin Jiufeng—who remained completely unscathed, as if the fight had not even begun for him.

Watching from afar, Bai Yunfei and his disciples were ecstatic.

"Master Uncle is incredible!"

"That punch… complete domination! Maybe the Ninth Forbidden Realm isn't that powerful after all."

"The power of dragons and elephants… Master Uncle passed it down to me, but his strength is beyond terrifying!"

Bai Yunfei clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "No one disturb him. If he wins this, the Yuhua Sect will truly rise again."

Lin Jiufeng's expression remained unreadable as he observed Wen Yuan, who had just reattached his arm.

He understood one principle well—never show mercy in battle.

This was a life-or-death fight, not a polite duel.

When an opening appeared, he had to strike ruthlessly.

Without hesitation, he streaked forward like a meteor, closing the distance instantly before thrusting out a finger. A brilliant sword light slashed toward Wen Yuan.

Wen Yuan's face fell. He no longer dared to underestimate Lin Jiufeng.

Boom!

He summoned his weapon—a Dragonhide War Drum.

A deep, resounding drumbeat echoed.

The air quivered as waves of purple energy surged forth, clashing against Lin Jiufeng's sword light and shattering it.

Lin Jiufeng sidestepped, avoiding the oncoming force. The purple energy crashed into a nearby mountain, shearing off its peak entirely.

His gaze sharpened.

A formidable artifact.

The Dragonhide War Drum was crafted from the hide of a true dragon, imbued with terrifying power. Each strike channeled Daoist energy, generating devastating waves that repelled even Lin Jiufeng.

Wen Yuan struck the drum again.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

With each beat, the air trembled, and waves of destructive sound energy surged forward. The rhythm resembled the march of a divine army, shaking the heavens.

Lin Jiufeng felt his mind buzzing, his soul reverberating under the assault.

This was an ancient battle hymn, capable of obliterating weaker practitioners outright.

The Dragonhide War Drum was a weapon capable of slaying even souls.

Recognizing the threat, Lin Jiufeng swiftly changed tactics.

His eyes gleamed coldly.

"The Bright Moon Rises Over the Sea."

Suddenly, darkness fell.

A vast ocean manifested around Lin Jiufeng, its depths endless and unfathomable.

A brilliant moon ascended above the waves, its light suppressing the incoming purple energy waves.

Then, the moon descended toward the Dragonhide War Drum, seeking to seal its power.

Wen Yuan's expression darkened. He pounded the drum harder, unleashing a war song of ultimate destruction.

Boom!

But Lin Jiufeng had already unveiled his trump card.

Behind him, a colossal black-and-white tome materialized.

The Chronicle of Time.

Each page contained boundless wisdom, recording the essence of countless Daoist truths.

The pages turned.

Moonlit Seas.

Golden Lotus on the Bitter Ocean.

Fish Leaping Over the Tides.

Flowers Blooming Beyond the Shore.

The Way of Nature.

All merged into one.

The overwhelming force shattered Wen Yuan's defenses.

Boom!

Wen Yuan vomited blood, his body flung into the air before crashing into the ground, forming a massive crater.

His organs ruptured, his soul crumbled.

Gazing at Lin Jiufeng, his lips quivered.

"You… how… did you master… so many Daos…?"

Lin Jiufeng landed, his expression indifferent.

"You now understand. The Eighth Forbidden Realm can defy the Ninth."

Wen Yuan trembled with rage.

He spat blood once more—and died, his eyes wide with disbelief.