Chapter 490: Chapter 310: The Ultimate Battle of the Divine Domain 1

The crowd began to move forward.

One hundred and eight Prefecture Lords, accompanied by a large number of the powerful.

This battle was about the world.

It was also about themselves.

After learning of Jiang Ming’s challenge to the Divine Spirits, they were all waiting, with anticipation, anxiety, and most of all, blood boiling.

Above the sky, the Gang Wind howled fiercely.

“Brother Jiang, can you demonstrate a bit of your strength?” Chu Yang approached Jiang Ming and asked in a low voice.

The others heard as well and were all spiritually shaken.

They knew Jiang Ming’s combat power defied the heavens, transcended logic, and broke through taboos, but they had no clear concept of how strong he actually was.

“Old Jiang, I want to know, too,” Ye Bai said excitedly. “If I hadn’t known that I had no chance against you, I would have challenged you long ago.”

“Alright!” Jiang Ming, feeling helpless, had a thought, and World Projection appeared, which he controlled very delicately, only enveloping the people around him.

There were no changes in the Heavenly Phenomenon.

There were no anomalies, either.

The World Projection merged directly into the environment and quietly cut away a piece of space, carrying everyone with it as they moved forward.

However, under the projection, Chu Yang, Ye Bai, Shi Lei, and others stiffened, their faces dramatically changing. They found that the pressure around them ’ suddenly surged to an unimaginable level, as if an immortal Divine Mountain was pressing down on them, rendering them unable to move.

The might surged like waves, oppressive and boundless.

“Break it for me!” In his shock, Chu Yang spurred the power within his body, his God Power vast and terrifying.

When he activated it, it was like a hundred thousand volcanoes erupting, gathering Infinite Power, with rivers exploding within him like the sun.

It spewed out from his Hair Acupoints, attempting to break the bonds, but to his shock, with his own power, he could only stir ripples within a one-yard radius around him, unable to completely shatter the constraints.

To perform Divine Skills, to activate all Tao, was also utterly impossible.

Just like fish in water, no matter how they struggled, they couldn’t escape.

At that moment, he felt a sense of despair.

Boom…

Next to him, Shi Lei had brought the Divine Skills contained within his Supreme Bone to their limit, but he could only barely tear a small rip.

“How is it?” Jiang Ming slowly retracted the power of his projection, eventually making it disappear, while smiling and asking.

“Incredible!” Chu Yang was still full of shock.

“Damn impressive!” Ye Bai’s lips went dry.

“I feel like I’m going to live in your shadow for the rest of my life,” Shi Lei said with a bitter smile.

“Have you really not become a god yet?” Hong Ling even questioned her own belief.

“I’d like to become a god, too; otherwise, I wouldn’t have to struggle so pitifully in this Mortal world. My friends, let us go and break free from this cage today,” Jiang Ming called out loudly, his power radiating out, encompassing not just them but also all the people following, and he tore through the Void. In the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the Holy City.

The Holy City was huge, enormously so.

A hundred thousand miles long and forty thousand miles wide.

Divine Light rose and fell everywhere, performing endless wonders. A casual glance revealed that the passersby were all inhabitants of the Eighth or Ninth Realm.

Every one of them was an expert.

Every one of them possessed impressive cultivation levels.

Yet Jiang Ming turned his gaze to the city walls, which were inscribed with divine inscriptions, winding and twisting, crooked and oblique, covering the entire city wall, connected together to form a Peerless Great Array.

The area outside the city was also bustling, surrounded by smaller cities.

And beyond that were rivers that encircled the Holy city. To call them rivers, however, did not quite capture their vastness, as even the narrowest part was eight thousand kilometers wide.

Jiang Ming looked up, and even during the day, he could see the endless power of the stars pouring down, flowing into the city.

Looking down, beneath the ground, were streams of Qi from the Earth converging together, forming a formation as if nine dragons were guarding it. Truly, it was at the very center of Heaven and Earth, the origin of creation.

Ineffable.

Invaluable.

But at that moment, a divine light soared from within the Holy City, and in the blink of an eye, reached this place—it was the Holy Master.

Soon after, one figure after another appeared, more and more, covering the sky like a blanket, as if a stretch of auspicious clouds had filled the heavens.

There were over a thousand existences of merely the Twelfth Realm.

They all looked towards Jiang Ming with hostility, their intent to kill even more apparent.

“Have you decided?” the Holy Master stepped forward, his gaze still indifferent.

I have decided!” Jiang Ming said, and then pointed to the sky, “Please!”

Please!” The Holy Master treated Jiang Ming as an equal. After speaking, the space above seemed to be pulled down, as if the distance had shrunk, and with a light step, he arrived in the supreme Void above the Nine Heavens.

“Impressive technique!” Jiang Ming praised, and with a single step, he caught up with the other.

Shi Lei and others quickly ascended, yet they also rapidly moved away from the battlefield, all landing a hundred thousand li away.

Having witnessed the terror of Jiang Ming, they all knew that once the two began to battle, the residual effects would be incredibly fearsome.

If one were to watch the battle from a close distance and get sucked into it, the trouble would be immense.

Above the white clouds, below the sky.

The two stood in opposition.

“Do you know why Divine Spirits are so powerful?” Instead of attacking immediately, the Holy Master opened with a question.

“It’s because they possess Divinity, or one might say, their very essence of life has undergone a transformation and ascension,” Jiang Ming hesitated before replying.

“That’s also correct,” the Holy Master nodded. “You must know that the so- called Divine Spirits have ascended step by step. The weakest realm is that of the Lower God, and even as a Lower God, the very essence of life has undergone the ultimate transformation and ascension, gaining the characteristic of Immortality.”

“The Demigod is a particularly special Realm; in this Realm, one constantly undergoes self-transformation, enhancing Divinity, until reaching the true limit, finally leaping forth to endow one’s origin with immortal Divinity.”

It’s only then that Divinity becomes truly Divine!”

“The Divinity of a Demigod is but pseudo Divinity. Even though it’s just pseudo, it still constitutes the necessary accumulation for transformation. Without a base of a thousand feet, how can one jump onto a platform ten thousand feet high?”

The most important trait of a Divine Spirit is immortal Divinity.”

“As a higher realm than the Demigod, the Lower God has another distinct characteristic, and that is the Divine Domain!”

“Below the Divine Domain, all beings are equal.”

As his words fell, ripples subtly formed in the Void-a mysterious power radiated forth, enveloping Jiang Ming within.

“Experience it carefully,” the Holy Master’s eyes brightened slightly. “This is one of the fundamental reasons for the strength of Divine Spirits. Under the Divine Domain, all Tao collapses, suppressing the origin of the world, only I am supreme, commanding all laws.”

He still stood motionless.

Yet Jiang Ming felt the terrible power that sealed him, coming from all directions, outwardly manifesting around his body but affecting his soul, mind, and will.

It was heavy as if ten thousand Divine Mountains had descended, causing even his breath to catch, and his expression turned grave.

He felt immense, unparalleled pressure.

With his unbelievably strong physique, there was a sensation of being crushed.

Crack-

Seeing that the other had not continued to attack, Jiang Ming did not defend himself but resisted with his mere physical body. Yet between breaths, his flesh and bones let out groans of unbearable weight, and his skin began to crack

Unstoppable…