Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Like a God, Like an Immortal, Like a Saint

Night fell, shrouded in a misty haze.

Before the Thunder Mountain Seal, tranquility remained, just as it had during the evening. Only Zhang Yang, after tucking away the communication stone, re-entered a state of organizing his Slaughter Thunder Saint Power.

They were completely unaware that five hundred Great Boundless beings were rushing toward them.

In contrast, places far from them were in turmoil, with countless people casting eager glances in their direction, anxiously anticipating the outcome.

The calm undercurrent had already surfaced.

Just before dawn, in the darkest hour of the night, a ray of light suddenly burst forth, illuminating Thunder Mountain as brightly as daylight.

It came from one person.

Bing Yuyan!

She appeared to have reached a profound realization, radiating a dazzling light that enveloped the area, coalescing into a brand-new scene.

Snow whirled as thunder roared.

An unparalleled beauty stood alone amidst the elements, seemingly merging with the world itself.

Zhang Yang stepped aside, observing carefully.

The scene formed by the swirling light depicted the pure essence of Dao’s mystery.

The frozen world lay beneath a sky of falling snow.

The thunderstorm erupted with lightning.

Gradually, the drifting snowflakes became tinged with flashes of lightning, which began to consume them. Yet, as that unparalleled beauty moved her delicate fingers, the snowflakes reemerged from the lightning, not destroyed, but blended within it.

As lightning and snowflakes alternated between separating and merging, an ethereal balance formed between them.

Then the first ray of dawn appeared in the east.

Daybreak was near.

Zhang Yang couldn’t help but exclaim,

"Bing Yuyan, oh Bing Yuyan, I was truly captivated by your appearance… but your talent far exceeds my imagination.

I thought it would take you years to merge the Realm of Thunder with your original path, yet you accomplished it in mere hours.

This gap is far greater than I ever expected."

He shook his head in admiration.

"No wonder you were expected to attain sainthood five hundred years ago. Chi Zhenyi was right, you were once considered destined for the path of sainthood. Now, I see it clearly. If I break the Eternal Night and you ascend to immortality, I wouldn’t doubt it for a second."

He mused,

"It seems that today’s battle will mark your triumphant return to the world after five hundred years!"

With his arms crossed, he stood at a distance, quietly watching.

As the sun rose, all light faded away.

When the sun reached its peak, Bing Yuyan opened her eyes and slowly stood up.

She had changed.

The moment she rose, she seemed to become the center of the world.

Although she was still light-years away from the Thunder Saint Monarch’s level, at this moment, she truly radiated with a celestial presence.

Her unparalleled beauty, stature, and aura were so breathtaking that even Zhang Yang was astonished.

Before the Thunder Mountain, she seemed infinitesimal, as small as an ant compared to its towering majesty.

Yet, her brilliance was so overwhelming that it made the mountain itself seem insignificant.

It felt as though the earth and mountains lay beneath her feet.

"Hm?"

Zhang Yang’s expression shifted.

He noticed that his Slaughter Thunder Saint Power was inexplicably stimulated, circulating within him, forming an invisible resistance.

His eyes widened in realization.

"You… you’ve achieved the Holy Body!"

Bing Yuyan did not look at him.

Instead, she raised her head toward the heavens, her stunning beauty serene yet commanding.

In the next instant, a vast and powerful Holy Might erupted from her body, overwhelming, majestic, and domineering.

The void trembled.

The ground shook beneath her.

Thunder Mountain cracked.

Even the ancient seal began to crumble, losing its mystical connection to the Realm of Thunder, unable to withstand this Holy Might.

Bing Yuyan had achieved the Holy Body!

This power originated from the Thunder Saint Monarch’s teachings on the Realm of Thunder.

Zhang Yang suddenly realized that the refinement he had sensed in her body earlier was actually the process of transforming into the Holy Body.

He was stunned, and then confusion set in.

But after a moment of thought, he couldn’t help but chuckle.

"The Thunder Saint Monarch’s level is far too high… That’s why my Slaughter Thunder Saint Power skyrocketed from a mere glimpse into complete mastery.

Compared to that, achieving a Holy Body… was not too difficult, was it?"

Of course, Zhang Yang also knew that this was no ordinary Holy Body.

It was one that even Saints would admire, reaching an extraordinarily high tier.

It felt as if it might even rival his fully developed Diamond Dragon Holy Power, suggesting that Bing Yuyan had already stepped into the realm of a true Saint-level Holy Body.

With such a body, her combat power would increase tremendously.

Standing beneath the blazing sun, her long black hair flowed like a cascading waterfall.

Her stunning face was veiled in a soft radiant glow.

Her graceful figure floated effortlessly, her white dress billowing in the wind, accentuating her alluring curves.

The Ice Spirit Holy Sword upon her back only further enhanced her heroic presence.

She radiated an enchanting aura.

It was reminiscent of divinity, sanctity, and even carried an ethereal charm, as though she were about to ascend to immortality.

She had not yet fully absorbed the teachings of the Realm of Thunder, that would take time.

But she was already transformed beyond recognition.

Zhang Yang’s gaze lingered on her.

Her delicate skin, white and gleaming, reflected a faint ivory-like glow.

He murmured to himself,

"Graceful and divine… skin like that of a goddess… or a saint."

At that moment, Bing Yuyan turned to him.

Her black-and-white eyes were even more transparent and pure, her pupils as dark as drops of ink, her whites as pristine as jade, as though they had been artistically painted.

Yet, within those clear eyes, there lay a depth—

A depth that seemed to encompass the universe itself.

Then, she softly spoke, her voice as melodious as a celestial songbird.

"I intend to become an Immortal."

Zhang Yang sighed inwardly.

The aura Bing Yuyan exuded was even more ethereal than Yaoruoxian’s, a marvel born from her teachings in the immortal path of the Realm of Thunder. Because of this, Bing Yuyan was now on a path that would inevitably lead to a rivalry with Yaoruoxian, each striving to be the first to ascend to immortality.

At the same time, Bing Yuyan’s Holy Body was even stronger, enough to overshadow Qiu Yinong’s. However, Qiu Yinong possessed Saints’ Laws, which compensated for the difference in strength. Thus, Qiu Yinong and Bing Yuyan remained competitors.

In a daze, Zhang Yang seemed to envision a grand scene, the three most outstanding women in the Southern Region, contending for supremacy.

Snapping back to reality, Zhang Yang lightly clapped his hands, saying,

"Wake up, wake up. Don’t get lost in self-admiration."

Bing Yuyan shot him a glare.

"I intend to become an Immortal. Don’t you dare touch me again, or I might just destroy you."

Zhang Yang rubbed his forehead, sighing inwardly.

No matter how much power she gained, the essence of a femme fatale never changed.

"It’s time to take action."

At his words, Bing Yuyan immediately reined in her fierce expression, her demeanor turning cold, proud, and untouchable—like a goddess, or perhaps even an immortal.

She took a step forward, and her voice, filled with fighting spirit, echoed across the vast world.

"I shall tread upon the bodies of the Great Boundless of the Southern Region, and ascend as the first among them!"

Her divine voice, light and melodious, carried a piercing killing intent that resonated through the heavens and the earth.

The first to hear her words were none other than the fifty Great Boundless beings of the Ghostly Divine Platform.

Undoubtedly, the greatest unseen force shaping the changes in the Southern Region was the Ghostly Divine Platform.

In fact, ever since the onset of the Eternal Night, the Ghostly Divine Platform had steadily established dominance, influencing the entire Southern Region. Thus, they had become the most actively responsive force to any shift in power.

Now, they had already rectified the various disruptions caused by the invasion of the holy corpse.

And this time, the Ghostly Divine Platform had dispatched its first Great Boundless, the legendary Ghost King Futian, to lead the charge.

A total of fifty Great Boundless beings.

Nearly half of them had already lived through six or seven lifetimes.

This was a truly terrifying force.

At full speed, they surged forward, already reaching Sky Curtain Mountain, a place merely six hundred miles from the Green Sparrow Palace.

At their pace, they would arrive within moments.

As they prepared to soar over Sky Curtain Mountain, their eyes fell upon Bing Yuyan, an unmatched beauty standing in solitude. With only her sword by her side, she faced the fifty Great Boundless beings of the Ghostly Divine Platform, standing fearlessly on her own.