Chapter 710: Mixture
"Place yourself in a death ground."
"Then, and only then, can you find life!"
Zhou Wentian, his Blood Qi almost stirring up a storm as he violently smashed the waves by the coast, roared with laughter. Then, he plunged a hand into his left eye, instantly bursting the eyeball.
He had hated that thing for a long time, constantly reminding him of his impending death, ticking away like a funeral drum.
Next, with his left eye now a hollow socket, Zhou Wentian used his blood-soaked hand to plunge into his chest cavity, shattering his own heart.
But this was only the beginning.
For a person like him, who had reached the very peak of the sixth tier, his life form had long since surpassed ordinary human comprehension. A shattered heart was nothing more than a minor injury; a few days of rest would see him fully recovered.
Blood, scarlet as mercury, gushed forth, dripping onto the sea surface and rising in plumes of white smoke.
Next, crushed by the powerful force, were Zhou Wentian's internal organs and bones.
Devoid of internal organs and bones, he was, in the conventional sense, already a dead man. Yet, a powerful spiritual force still sustained Zhou Wentian's life, allowing him to stand like a walking corpse.
Boneless and stripped of flesh – that was probably the most apt description of him now, like deboned chicken meat sold in a supermarket.
Following this, an unnamed fire erupted from his flesh, burning with a strange, fragrant aroma.
"With flesh, blood, sinew, and bone as sacrifice, I offer myself!"
After leaving behind this last shred of sound, no trace of his existence remained on the planet.
...
The thing he had acquired from the spirit tide was an incredibly unorthodox Divine Path cultivation technique.
It involved imagining oneself as a god, visualizing one's divine appearance, then sacrificing everything, placing oneself in a death ground to find life, believing in oneself, and finally, ascending to godhood.
This was a concept devised by a martial artist from the Federation who wished to transition to the Divine Path.
Theoretically, this would be a direct tier-for-tier transformation: a sixth-tier martial artist could directly convert into a sixth-tier deity.
Of course, the mortality rate during this process was exceedingly high. Even the person who originally created this technique eventually chickened out and didn't dare to try it, simply selling it cheaply to the Land of White.
After all, systematically destroying one's own body in a specific sequence was simply too anti-human, pushing the limits of endurance.
Only someone like Zhou Wentian, already prepared for death, would have the courage to attempt it—treating a dead horse as if it were still alive.
...
After a while.
The wind died down, and the waves stilled.
Everything that had been disturbed slowly began to calm.
Zhou Wentian, now gone, had his last traces in this world gradually erased.
"A six-star Reincarnator died?" Wu Ming, struggling to hold on within the core of the Main God Temple, glanced at the notification of Zhou Wentian's death, then immediately dismissed it from his mind.
Bai Mo, who was currently attempting to seize control of Water Blue Star, was his true arch-nemesis. Cannon fodder dying was just cannon fodder dying; with the Main God Temple's resources, it wouldn't be long before a new batch of "leeks" could be cultivated.
"What a pity, just a little short."
Bai Mo also observed Zhou Wentian, who was on the verge of total body and soul annihilation.
Having lost his physical form and sacrificed everything, he hadn't managed to take the crucial step towards successful transformation. At this point, complete destruction of body and soul was only a matter of minutes away.
"This is fine too, at least it's finally over."
Although his eyes were gone, a lingering habit still made the dying entity known as "Zhou Wentian" feel an impulse to close his eyes and fall into an eternal sleep.
His heart was weary.
But someone still didn't want him to die.
A spirit qi vortex began to form at the spot where he had last vanished.
Massive amounts of "primordial spirit qi" were swallowed by this pitch-black vortex.
...
"I'm not dead yet?" Zhou Wentian, closing his eyes to await death, waited for a long time but never felt the sensation of true demise. Instead, he felt his body grow heavier and more real.
He "opened his eyes" to see that his body was actually beginning to reform as if time were flowing backward.
Endless spirit qi was reconstructing every cell of his body.
Or rather, describing it as "cells" was no longer quite accurate; it was a new divine body.
The place where his heart once was had been replaced by a crystalline, transparent octahedron.
"Is this what a god looks like?"
The deities described in the <Divine Demise Scripture> he had obtained were precisely in this form, except that what was recorded in the scripture still lacked the most important turtle shell—a Divine Kingdom.
A demigod without a Divine Kingdom.
"Are you also a god?" He could feel a vast, profound consciousness observing him from the ethereal unknown, and he unconsciously used honorifics.
It was this very consciousness that had just reshaped him from the brink of death.
"Yes." The answer was just one word.
"Am I in your Divine Kingdom?"
"I have no need for a Divine Kingdom."
"A god without a Divine Kingdom?" According to the information Zhou Wentian had acquired, the most enduring aspect of deities lay in their Divine Kingdoms.
Divine Kingdoms provided them with the strongest protection and the greatest enhancements, and a deity's true form rarely left their Divine Kingdom.
A god without a Divine Kingdom would undoubtedly be at the bottom of their tier in terms of combat power.
However, the unfathomable entity before him was clearly not something that could be described as having "bottom-tier combat power."
"This is your Reincarnation World..."
This was the last sentence that remained in Zhou Wentian's memory.
He saw a boundless hand, crushing him as if Mount Tai itself were pressing down.
...
"He wants to introduce a third party?!" Wu Ming detected Bai Mo's little trick within "the world"—he had actually chosen to cultivate a third party, a Reincarnator, to undergo tribulation on Water Blue Star.
Once the tribulation was successfully transcended, Zhou Wentian would gain the status of a "native" of this world. If he were to side with Bai Mo, the advantage in seizing control of this world would be further amplified.
As for Xu Xuanling, who was nearby, because she lacked native status, even at the seventh tier, she couldn't provide much assistance.
"If you play dirty tricks, don't blame me for being shameless too!" Wu Ming consoled himself in this manner.
"Inject everything from worlds A5, A6, and A7 into the Water Blue Star world."
After the command was given, strange red, green, and yellow mists began to emerge from around the Main God's massive sphere of light, quickly making contact with Bai Mo's gigantic light-palm enveloping Water Blue Star.
The three-colored mists and the giant palm quickly mingled.
"Three transmission channels?" Bai Mo sensed strong spatial fluctuations within the particles of these mists. "What does he intend to transmit from these three worlds?"
"Matter?"
"Energy?"
"And souls?!"
These worlds, thoroughly permeated by the Main God, now acted like juicers, squeezing everything within them towards the Water Blue Star world.
Whether it was inanimate objects or living beings within them.
In any case, in worlds completely infiltrated by the Main God, all the people inside were "immortal." With just a thought, they could recover even if they were squeezed into juice.
Everything from the four worlds began a world-shaking, chaotic mixture....
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