Chapter 415 – Asura Form, the Gathering of Three Flowers at the Apex!

“Swish-“

Lu Yuan had no time to check the results of his recent attack, instantly appearing behind the injured Yuwen Tong as if by teleportation.

The Dharma Body, towering dozens of meters high, extended its eight arms, gently cradling Yuwen Tong as if holding a precious treasure.

Yuwen Tong shook her head and, supporting herself with one hand, stood up from Lu Yuan’s “palm.”

Lu Yuan’s expression remained tense.

He noticed several penetrating wounds on Yuwen Tong’s body, though the wounds had contracted and were slowly healing under the coverage of a purple glow, the severity of her internal injuries was still unknown.

Her combat suit was also stained with a large patch of blood.

“I’m almost done over there.”

Lu Yuan glanced towards the direction of the previous battle group, seeing the Black Robe Elder he had been fighting now curled up in a strange position.

Large amounts of silver threads were being extracted from his silver armor, wrapping him layer by layer as if to form him into a ball.

Under his mental power sensing, the Black Robe Elder’s aura had weakened immeasurably compared to before.

Lu Yuan was well aware of how powerful his [Dharma Body. Eight Elephants Devouring Dragons] had been.

Besides the ultimate burst under the secret technique [the gathering of three flowers at the apex], he had also utilized level 2 of the power of the ultimate skill shatter.

This punch had landed solidly on the opponent, but the result was merely putting the opponent into a ball-like “hibernation” state. It could only be said that the armor the opponent was wearing was incredibly formidable.

“Let’s do this together next.”

Lu Yuan said to Yuwen Tong.

He saw that the “elite enemy” who had been fighting Yuwen Tong had now also arrived by the Black Robe Elder’s side. This guy was clearly displeased with the elder turning into a “ball.”

He seemed to have muttered some low curses, and then his pair of menacing, icy eyes fixated directly on Lu Yuan.

Unyielding, Lu Yuan locked eyes with him, and to provoke him further, he even controlled the Dharma Body to mockingly make a “slit throat” and “thumbs down” gesture toward him.

This action indeed incited his wrath.

After Lu Yuan made the gesture, the guy’s eyes instantly turned ten times colder, and his murderous intent towards Lu Yuan intensified more than tenfold.

“You provoking him like that-be careful, he might focus on you later…” Yuwen Tong reminded him from the side.

Lu Yuan was unconcerned, “That’s exactly the effect I want.”

Infuriating the opponent could cause them to lose their composure.

It could increase their chances in the upcoming battle and also draw most of the animosity towards himself, relieving some of the pressure on Yuwen Tong and giving her a chance to catch her breath.

It was a beneficial tactic in both aspects.

“You can’t withstand it,” Yuwen Tong shook her head, “Neither can I. If he hadn’t been trying to capture me alive, I might have already died.”

“Hmm?” Lu Yuan looked at Yuwen Tong in surprise.

It was the first time he heard such words from the incredibly proud “Lord Tongtongtong.”

“You don’t understand,” Yuwen Tong said calmly, “This guy is wearing some kind of top-tier Fate Mech armor inherited from a legacy. His speed, strength, and energy bursts… they’re more than a hundred times that of an ordinary tenth stage star spirit realm.”

“The one you seriously injured earlier, his strength is probably only about one-tenth of that guy’s, maybe even less…”

“So exaggerated?!” Lu Yuan was taken aback, then quickly asked, “What is the legacy of the Fate Mech?”

“The Mecha you’re familiar with evolved from the Fate Mech of starry sky martial artists.

The Fate Mech is a crucial part of starry sky martial arts legacy.

You can think of activating the Star Acupoint and illuminating one’s natal star diagram as equivalent to the process of pure martial artists tempering their bodies and refining their inner power.

But the Fate Mech is more than just a weapon in the hands of a pure martial artist.

It’s not just a weapon; it’s also a shield, armor, and includes all means of significantly amplifying combat power…

A starry sky martial artist with the legacy of the Fate Mech is on a completely different level from one without this part of the legacy.”

“No wonder…” Lu Yuan murmured.

No wonder the combat power of the Black Robe Elder he fought earlier was so much stronger than when he saw him without the armor, at least tenfold.

It was all due to the enhancement from the so-called Fate Mech.

“Martial artists at the star spirit realm aren’t qualified to refine true Fate Mechs, but even as armor, they significantly enhance one’s strength…”

“For starry sky martial arts practitioners from less advanced civilizations like us, we’re basically excluded from this part of the legacy, right?” Lu Yuan asked.

“Yes,” Yuwen Tong replied softly, her eyelashes lowered. “That’s another reason why I have to leave after this trial.”

Staying on the surface of a planet means being unable to merge with the planet’s will or gain this crucial Fate Mech legacy. This is the tragedy of those from less advanced civilizations. The interruption of legacy means that even prodigious talents like Yuwen Tong remain under the control of those from more advanced civilizations.

Suddenly, everything made sense to Lu Yuan. He finally understood why there was such a huge difficulty gap between the tenth and eleventh stages in the first stage of the trial. He had previously been puzzled-could merely integrating mental power with a planet’s will truly compensate for such a vast disparity in power?

As it turns out, the key transformation point between the tenth stage at the star spirit realm and the Star Lord Realm is the legacy of the Fate Mech!

The quality of the natal star diagram depends on talent, while the quality of the Fate Mech depends entirely on one’s background.

Lu Yuan couldn’t help but think bitterly about his natal star diagram with only seven natal stars and his origin from a less advanced civilization…

He cursed silently-“What a damn world this is!”

Or rather, damn universe!

But Yuwen Tong’s introduction also made him think about the evil deity system. If, in starry sky martial arts, the key to transitioning from the star spirit realm to the Star Lord Realm is the planet’s will and Fate Mech legacy, then what is the key transformation in the evil deity system at this stage?

He felt like he was beginning to slightly grasp a direction.

“By the way, why does that guy want to capture you alive?” Lu Yuan suddenly remembered and couldn’t resist asking Yuwen Tong.

With so many people in this trial, it was clear these two were after something specific about Yuwen Tong, relentlessly pursuing her.

“Probably because the power hidden in my bloodline is useful to them,” Yuwen Tong replied nonchalantly, without elaborating further.

Lu Yuan could guess about as much.

Yuwen Tong’s talent is unparalleled in the world; her natal star diagram with over 500 star acupoints is astonishing-clearly, her talent is the target.

As they were talking, a vast and ferocious surge of mental power swept over them like a tidal wave.

Lu Yuan’s expression turned serious in an instant. Yuwen Tong, who was resting in his palm, had already soared gracefully.

Looking up, they saw a shimmering, exotic figure composed as if woven from countless silver vines, walking through the air.

Below this figure, tendrils of black aura rose from a murky, blood-red water region, and a massive shadow seemed to shroud the sky behind it.

“They’re here,” Lu Yuan took a deep breath, his eyes shimmering like jewels as the eight arms of his towering Dharma Body slowly lifted.

In the next second, he leaned forward, controlling the Dharma Body to match the ascent of Yuwen Tong, who was enveloped in purple light.

…

Outside the secret realm, a handsome youth and a white-haired middle-aged man watched intently as the scene unfolded, eyes fixed on the figure surrounded by a platinum Dharma Body.

Their focus had been entirely on the confrontation between the Immortal Bloodline and the direct heirs of the Tulan Family, paying no attention to the skirmish involving the “supporting characters” in the corner of the battle group.

And yet, a shocking turn of events had occurred.

The native from the ancestral star, who came to support the Immortal Bloodline, had driven another Tulan Family member to the brink of death and forced them into hibernation?!

Although the silver malignant vine armor on the latter was merely a “sub-unit” derived from the core armor, with perhaps only one-tenth or even less of the core’s power, it was still a silver malignant vine!

It represented a top-tier Mech legacy in the Moyun galaxy, a legacy revered by countless across the Starry Sky!

For a native from a less advanced civilization, who didn’t even know what a Mech legacy was and reached the tenth stage of the star spirit realm through pure Cultivation, let alone battle a direct descendant from a prestigious starry sky family-they wouldn’t stand a chance.

The reality, however, proved to be quite the opposite!

The outcome of this battle left the handsome youth and the white-haired middle-aged man utterly shocked, as if witnessing an unarmed child single-handedly dismantling a fully armed alloy Mecha!

“I’ve seen heretic cultivators at the tenth stage of the star spirit realm before, but what kind of power of the evil deity could be this powerful?!” The white-haired middle-aged man muttered in disbelief. “No wonder he could pass the tenth stage of the star spirit tower-a place where one cannot use Mechs and must rely solely on their own strength. The power to pierce through the armed defense of the silver malignant vine is indeed overwhelming…”

“It’s not the power of that heretic evil deity that’s strong-it’s something about this person himself!” The handsome youth glared coldly at the figure in the scene, announcing, “Once this matter is settled, we must thoroughly investigate this person’s identity.”

The white-haired middle-aged man nodded, seemingly indifferent.

By this time, the battle in the image had reignited once more.

The handsome youth’s expression turned slightly grim as he continuously monitored the ongoing battle, urging the person on the other end of the communicator-responsible for opening the secret realm exit of the ancestral land-to hurry up. Occasionally, he’d glance sideways to observe the bespectacled old man beside him.

The bespectacled old man, however, remained calm and composed, his face showing no signs of surprise or agitation. Quietly, he watched the scene, occasionally sipping from the teacup he held.

At some point, a wave of confusion and disorientation washed over the handsome youth.

It dawned on him that this bespectacled old man, someone he once knew well and trusted, had become so unfamiliar over time that he seemed completely unrecognizable.

Unknowingly, the handsome youth had begun to habitually and willingly comply with the old man’s wishes.

Yet, the man in question was merely an unremarkable figure, with ordinary strength, and was among the most inconspicuous and unassuming within the nine branches of the family.

“Dharma Body. Dead Nation of Penglai!”

Lu Yuan spread his hands apart, and the countless platinum connections of the Dharma Body surrounding him disassembled in an instant, then quickly reassembled.

In no time, a nearly hundred-meter tall, vividly lifelike Dharma Body of a platinum Hundred-eyed Nether Crow formed with a thunderous impact.

Like an apocalyptic disaster, a terrifying aura swept out.

The massive Hundred-eyed Nether Crow screeched, its hundreds of cold, swiveling eyes and expansive twin wings lunging fiercely at a silver figure before it.

Before the attack fully landed, the figure raised a hand with a swift motion.

Dozens of silver tentacles sliced through the air.

At the center of the Dharma Body, Lu Yuan’s body quickly contorted into strange shapes, and as he forcefully kicked off with his feet, he rapidly retreated.

During his retreat, the platinum-cast Dharma Body of the Hundred-eyed Nether Crow became still. Within the next second, a dozen cracks spread across it before it silently shattered.

As Lu Yuan retreated, a burst of brilliance suddenly ignited in his eyes. In the void before him, a flash of golden light, so bright it nearly became tangible, flickered and vanished.

“Divine Weapon!”

Almost simultaneously, the silver figure, swathed in writhing tentacles and resembling a demon, let out a painful, furious roar.

In an instant, a dense cluster of silver tentacles pierced through layers of space, teleporting to surround Lu Yuan, poised to turn him into a sieve.

“Buzz-“

A figure quietly stepped in front of Lu Yuan, an eye-like pattern appearing and enlarging.

A deep purple halo spread outward.

The silver tentacles froze in place.

The figure gently grasped Lu Yuan’s shoulder, slowly pulling him back.

“Phew-“

Freed from danger, Lu Yuan exhaled a breath, his eyes fixed with a grave expression on the distant silver figure, his brows slightly furrowed.

“This guy is indeed absurdly powerful… completely relying on equipment to overwhelm.”

Just as Yuwen Tong had said, this individual’s armor was a complete legacy, surpassing that of the previous Black Robe Elder by more than tenfold in every aspect.

“Speed, strength, defense, and even defense on the mental power level… nearly flawless. No, there must be flaws-it’s just that we haven’t found them yet.”

Lu Yuan refused to believe that there existed a flawless individual in the world. Even someone like him, who followed the path of a balanced warrior, had his own strengths and weaknesses.

However, the weaknesses of the opponent before him were on such a high level that they could still be used as strengths to dominate others.

As Lu Yuan analyzed this, he suddenly realized that Yuwen Tong hadn’t said a word.

Turning his head, he saw Yuwen Tong lightly coughing into her hand.

Between her alabaster fingers, blood trickled down, her face frighteningly pale, the stark contrast between the crimson and the white was striking.

“Uh…”

Lu Yuan was stunned.

He had never seen Yuwen Tong like this.

The illustrious Lord Tong, as brilliant as the galaxy and as dazzling as the stars and moon hanging high…

Could she really be this “vulnerable” at times?!

He had been about to say that, despite the opponent’s strength, with their teamwork, there might still be a chance.

But now, he found himself unable to utter a single word.

“What are you looking at?”

Yuwen Tong glanced at him, casually wiping the corner of her mouth before lowering her hand.

“I’m fine, really.

It’s just that frequent use of the Secret Technique has left me a bit drained…”

Yuwen Tong spoke calmly, maintaining her usual spirited demeanor.

“You explained… The Yuwen Tong of the past would never have bothered to explain this…” Lu Yuan thought silently to himself without saying it out loud.

He was silent for a moment, contemplating before starting to speak, “I…”

He barely got a word out before Yuwen Tong interrupted him.

“You should go now.”

Yuwen Tong looked at him, speaking calmly, “He’s reluctant to kill me for the time being, but has no qualms about you. You should have sensed that just now.

If you leave now, I can probably stall for a while longer.

Don’t worry about me. I’ve already contacted people from the Bai Family, and the exit is being opened.

Moreover, if necessary, they will step in to help me…”

“The Bai Family is here?!”

Lu Yuan’s expression shifted.

“Yes,”

Yuwen Tong nodded.

“Then why haven’t they stepped in yet?”

Lu Yuan frowned.

Yuwen Tong said calmly, “Because it’s not yet the critical moment.”

“And when exactly is that?” Lu Yuan locked eyes with Yuwen Tong. “Is it when that guy catches you and starts stripping you of your Talent bloodline?”

Yuwen Tong’s brows furrowed slightly, just as she was about to respond.

Suddenly, a wave of violent consciousness surged toward them.

Yuwen Tong’s gaze turned cold. Purple light enveloped her body as she simultaneously moved forward and grabbed Lu Yuan by the shoulder, pulling him behind her.

“Go! Now, immediately! I don’t want to say it again!”

“Buzzing-“

Countless silver tentacles, moving at a speed surpassing supersonic, sliced through the air like sharp arrows, coming down on the two of them like a torrential rain.

Yuwen Tong took a deep breath, her already pale face becoming even more bloodless at that moment.

Yet, the purple light on her body burst forth, a pattern resembling an eye was about to emerge.

It was clear she was ready to use the Secret Technique once more, to buy Lu Yuan the final opportunity to escape.

However, just as the eye pattern was about to form…

A hand reached from behind her, grasping her shoulder, gently yet firmly pulling her back.

“Boom-thud thud-“

The sound of intense explosions and blades piercing flesh echoed continuously.

When everything momentarily quieted down.

Yuwen Tong stood there, lifting her head in a daze.

She saw a blood-red figure, over ten meters tall with four heads and eight arms, standing like a solid barrier, shielding her completely.

This menacing, majestic blood-red body was pierced through in countless places by sharp silver tentacles.

The silver vine-like tentacles writhed and twisted like snakes on this body, trying to break free, but were locked in place by unyielding muscle and couldn’t move.

Blood slowly trickled down the body.

“Drip-drip-“

One drop fell onto Yuwen Tong’s face.

She blinked, reaching up to touch it with a stunned expression.

Warm, with a sticky texture.

Yet she seemed oblivious, just staring upward.

There, a pair of scarlet eyes gazed back at her calmly and gently.

Then she heard someone speak softly to her.

“I told you before.”

“This round… let me do the carrying.”

With that, the terrifying and grand figure lifted a hand, gently touching the space between his brows.

A cold, indifferent voice seemed to come from a vast sea of blood, filled with a killing intent that enveloped the universe.

“Asura form… the gathering of three flowers at the apex!”

“Boom!”