I Contracted All Ancient Divine Artifacts

Humanity has won another round,

The Blue Star People who witnessed this scene erupted in a cheer.

The Yellow Emperor’s towering, unyielding figure was like the final, indestructible bulwark of humanity, holding back the advent of doomsday.

The first sword is Sword.

The second sword is Skills.

The third sword is Power.

Watching the scene before him, Han Zhan’s comprehension of the Dao contained within the Ancient Divine Weapon Xuan Yuan Sword soared by leaps and bounds.

Comprehending the Dao is a most subtle and mysterious matter.

Some people may spend their entire lives and never touch a certain height; others need only a single moment of sudden enlightenment to arrive there.

There are two reasons why Han Zhan could so swiftly attain clear insight.

First, he has contracted and fused with the Ancient Divine Soldiers; his Dao is in perfect alignment, far more than merely getting twice the result for half the effort.

Second, the ”teachers” who imparted the Dao to him—each and every one of his teachers are Human Race Saints who truly stand at the very end of the Dao and behold its vistas; this alone is something others simply cannot replicate.

With these two factors superimposed, Han Zhan’s Dao has advanced with such astonishing speed.

His Creation Dao now numbers eight; the eight Great Paths fused and superimposed, the upper limit of their might is beyond estimation.

As he pondered, the white Teleportation Light Gate appeared once more, and the Yellow Emperor stepped out from within.

His entire right arm had been ground by Earth Energy down to bare bone; Creation Dao–level Earth Energy now manifested as pale brown vortices, whirling around his arm, eroding his limb.

The Yellow Emperor did not even furrow his brow,

But simply returned to his place and sat cross-legged.

At this moment, Shennong approached, intending to heal him, but was waved away by the Yellow Emperor.

”No need to waste your strength. Let us secure victory first; for this span of time, I can still endure.”

When the Yellow Emperor finished speaking, his gaze fell upon Han Zhan once more.

Seeing his current state of enlightenment, and the faint Sword Intent that seemed to hover about his body, the Yellow Emperor nodded in satisfaction.

”Who will take the field in the next battle?”

As he spoke, Fu Xi stepped out from among the Saints.

”I will answer the challenge in the third match.”

The order of battle had been finalized by Han Zhan in the end; the Yellow Emperor only knew he himself would enter second, and had not expected that the third to enter would be Fu Xi.

”It seems the Creator God who will appear third on the opposing side possesses formidable strength.”

Strictly speaking, any existence capable of stepping into the Creation Divine Realm is no weakling.

Each of them has walked to the end of a Great Path, ranking among the foremost beings in the entire Cosmos.

Yet even so, Fu Xi is among the very strongest of the Creator Gods.

At the very least, this is what the Yellow Emperor believes.

”What is the name of your opponent?”

Hearing the Yellow Emperor’s inquiry, Fu Xi paused slightly, pondering for a moment.

”Brahma.”

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In the Battle of the Gods, a figure emerged from the Teleportation Light Gate.

He did not set his feet upon the ground, but sat cross-legged upon a lotus of dazzling radiance.

His eyes seemed to contain boundless cosmos within, flickering with the light of wisdom.

At the very instant of his appearance, countless Brahma-tones echoed throughout the entire battleground.

Not only the battleground—even the stands on both sides were affected.

These Brahma-tones could actually penetrate the barriers.

At the moment the Brahma-tones resounded, Han Zhan’s enlightenment was cut off, and he returned to clarity.

Fortunately, his enlightenment had already reached its final stage, so the impact was not great.

Had he been interrupted thus at a critical juncture of enlightenment, the loss would indeed have been grievous.

”Steady your spirit, quiet your mind, rein in your thoughts; do not let these Brahma-tones affect you.”

Nuwa’s voice sounded by his ear.

A faint golden radiance rose around each Saint, forming a barrier that drove back the Brahma-tones.

It was very clear that this was a deliberate show of force on Brahma’s part.

The Brahma-tones curled and lingered, layer upon layer.

They filled the entire battleground.

Just then, suddenly, there came a sharp ”zheng” of sound.

The continuous Brahma-tones seemed to have been pierced by a single thrust of a sword, and abruptly fell silent.

Fu Xi Saint, who had just stepped into the arena, now had a Guqin in his hand.

Yet one did not see him pluck the strings; the strings upon the Guqin moved of their own accord without wind.

Ring upon ring of invisible ripples spread outward toward the four directions.

The sudden rise of the Guqin’s music suppressed the Brahma-tones.

Brahma, the Creator God on Yao Black’s side, fixed his gaze upon Fu Xi opposite him.

A gentle smile rested upon his face; his divine countenance was mild.

”At the end of the Dao, I have seen your silhouette.”

Brahma spoke.

Between different Great Paths, there are also commonalities; Great Paths that share such common traits are not too distant from one another.

To behold one another’s figures at the ends of their paths—this is not surprising.

”Enough idle talk. Let us begin.”

Fu Xi shook his head and said.

To this, Brahma gladly responded, ”Very well.”

With the slight lowering of his chin, countless golden Brahma-characters suddenly appeared upon the lotus seat beneath him.

Each of these golden Brahma-characters was no larger than a fingernail; yet if one looked carefully, one would discover that within each fingernail-sized golden Brahma-character was contained knowledge vast enough to rival a Star Domain.

Fu Xi’s gaze flickered, and the Eight Trigrams diagram beneath his feet immediately unfolded, spreading outward.

Likewise, countless Golden Profound Text surged forth from the Eight Trigrams diagram, like golden lotuses bursting from a spring, radiant and resplendent.

Within these Golden Profound Texts was also contained a vast ocean of comprehension regarding the Eight Trigrams Dao.

Profound Text and Brahma-characters, gold against gold, densely collided in midair, bursting forth dazzling golden particles like countless fireworks suddenly blooming in the sky.

For a time, the entire battleground was illumined.

”What are they contending over?” At the Creator God Level, such widely divergent methods are already commonplace; being unable to understand is normal.

At this point, Emperor Haotian, who had remained silent, spoke: ”They are contesting their comprehension of their own Great Paths.”

”Since when could comprehension of the Dao also serve as an offensive means?”

Hearing this answer, the Yellow Emperor was somewhat puzzled.

”Other Great Paths may not, but the Profound Dao to which the Eight Trigrams belong can.”

”For the words ’Contemplate the Profound’ hinge upon that single ’contemplate’; the more one contemplates and comprehends, the stronger one’s Power becomes.”

”Only, I did not expect that in this Cosmos, there would be another who can possess wisdom to rival Fu Xi’s.”

Han Zhan understood.

So this is why he chose to have Fu Xi take the field in the third match.

”If one’s comprehension falls short and one cannot overcome the opponent, what will happen?”

Seeing someone explaining, Han Zhan also asked another question out of curiosity.

”As long as even a single Golden Profound Text fails to ward off the opponent, then the opponent’s ’knowledge’ will explode within your mind, polluting your entire sea of consciousness and turning you into a foolish, witless idiot.”

There cannot be even the slightest error.

This is a clash at the Creator God Level.

Thinking of this, Han Zhan turned his gaze back to the battleground.

After exchanging blows for some time, Brahma realized that merely relying on this method, they could not harm one another.

He lightly lowered his chin toward Fu Xi, his visage solemn and majestic.

”It seems we may as well change our methods and test ourselves anew.”

The Eight Trigrams beneath Fu Xi’s feet spun swiftly, and his voice, unhurried yet clear, rang out:

”That is exactly my intention!”