Nature God's Chant, All Sects and Factions Attack Together
Nature God’s Chant, All Sects and Factions Attack Together
Gu Changge was not lacking in cultivation techniques or precious arts at the moment.
His attention quickly turned to the category of Divine Talents.
So-called Divine Talents were powerful precious arts that a Cultivator was born with.
Some people possessed powerful bloodlines, inheriting the mighty Transcendent abilities of their Great Ancestors.
Others possessed some kind of powerful physique, capable of displaying boundless might.
In short, Divine Talents came in endless varieties, too numerous to describe.
Generally, they were innate, born the moment one came into the world.
But within the System, they could be directly exchanged for with Fatums, acquired after birth.
Gu Changge scanned through them from beginning to end.
His current Talents, the Demonic Heart, Daoist Bone, could be said to be extremely terrifying.
The strength of the Demonic Heart lay in its ability to contain all things without conflict.
If it were anyone else, a powerful Talent would clash with a weaker Talent and overwrite it.
Or two Talents would be unable to fuse, leading to unpredictable dangers.
But Gu Changge had no such problem.
Otherwise, he would not possess the Daoist Bone either.
The Daoist Bone was also an incomparably terrifying Talent, naturally formed with the charm of the Dao; at birth, numerous Grand Runes were automatically engraved within it.
As long as one did not perish, one was destined to become a powerful figure of the Sacred Emperor Realm or even beyond.
After all, the Great Dao was supreme; before it, the Heavenly Path was nothing but a little brother.
Still, as long as one was human, how could one ever be satisfied with just that?
Gu Changge quickly noticed a particular Talent in the System Shop.
His eyes lit up slightly.
Nature God’s Chant.
Gu Changge slowly murmured these words.
From the name alone, one could tell that this Talent was related to the Primordial Spirit.
At birth, one’s divine soul would already have been cultivated into the Primordial Spirit state.
A Cultivator possessing this Talent would have a Primordial Spirit of terrifying power, simply inconceivable.
One could say it far surpassed peers, with few able to stand shoulder to shoulder with it.
Even in the Beyond, he had never heard of anyone possessing such a Talent.
The path of the Primordial Spirit was the most bewildering of all.
The many techniques for forging the Primordial Spirit were incomparably rare, tightly hoarded by the great orthodoxies.
Naturally, Gu Changge lacked such a powerful Talent as well.
“The Immortal-Devouring Demonic Art can devour the Source of all kings, and can even devour Primordial Spirits. It complements the Nature God’s Chant perfectly, and could even push it a step further.”
“But why is it so expensive? It costs as much as some Sacred Grade techniques...”
“A thousand Fatums—come to think of it, it’s not a loss.”
Having figured this out, Gu Changge no longer felt the pinch.
Nor did he hesitate.
He quickly exchanged for this powerful Talent.
A breath of pure air swept past.
Rumble!
He heard terrifying rumbling sounds coming from within his Knowledge Sea.
Within it, Chaos Energy was even spreading.
Countless supreme sounds of the Dao reverberated, golden lotuses bloomed, immortal mist swirled—profound and wondrous, as if a world was being created from nothing.
Soon, a magnificent and grand dark heavenly palace rose from the ground within his Knowledge Sea.
A dark, icy divine hall stood in its midst.
A small Primordial Spirit figure sat cross-legged within, its expression cold and profound, exuding a terrifying aura that looked down upon the ages and all the heavens.
“So this is my Nature God’s Chant. In this single instant, the power of my Primordial Spirit has increased more than a hundredfold...”
Gu Changge could not help but chuckle softly.
This feeling of constantly growing stronger, of controlling everything—it was truly wonderful!
No wonder that in fantasy worlds, countless people pursued supreme power.
This feeling was addictive.
...
And in the blink of an eye, three days passed.
Ten thousand li away from the Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
Weng!
Across the sky, streaks of flowing light and divine rainbows flashed past.
Numerous powerhouses were continuously rushing over from all directions.
Some piloted flying boats or divine chariots, others rode ferocious beasts, their auras extremely powerful.
These were many great forces from all over the Eastern Barren—some were Holy Lands like the Supreme Stygian Holy Land, with legacies spanning tens of thousands of years.
There were also imperial dynasties, ancient clans, and the like—all overlords of the Eastern Barren.
“Is the information accurate?”
Atop a mountain peak, an old man asked.
He wore white robes, with the bearing of an immortal and the frame of the Dao, exuding an air of transcendence.
He gazed into the distance in the direction of the Supreme Stygian Holy Land.
There, mountain ranges stretched endlessly, numerous Godly Islands floated in the air, auspicious beasts came and went, and spiritual mist drifted ethereally.
It was truly a pure land of a Holy Land.
At this moment, his eyes held a trace of greed and fervor.
If they could devour the Supreme Stygian Holy Land, his own Pseudo-Sol Holy Land would absolutely become the strongest force in the Eastern Barren.
“Reporting to the Supreme Elder, the information is accurate.”
“On the day of the Supreme Stygian Holy Land’s Holy Son’s investiture, a spy slipped into their back mountain and discovered that the aura of the Supreme Stygian Holy Land’s Supreme Elder had long since vanished.”
“It is suspected that he has already passed away in meditation...”
Behind the white-robed old man, an Elder of the Pseudo-Sol Holy Land reported.
“Good, good, good. Today I’ve brought all my old comrades along—it is the perfect opportunity to annihilate the Supreme Stygian Holy Land.”
The white-robed old man stroked his beard and laughed, extremely delighted, already foreseeing what was to come.
The Supreme Stygian Holy Land, with its legacy of tens of thousands of years, would be erased from the lands of the Eastern Barren starting today.
“However, Supreme Elder, rumor has it that the Supreme Stygian Holy Land has recently grown close to a mysterious young man, and that young man’s background is said to be terrifying...”
At this moment, another Elder stepped forward to inform him of this matter.
“I am already aware of this. He’s just a young man—no matter how strong his background is, it cannot change today’s outcome. You must know, ours is not the only force that has set its sights on the Supreme Stygian Holy Land...”
“Besides, I hear that the boy my granddaughter has been pining for seems to have been imprisoned by the Supreme Stygian Holy Land.”
“This Supreme Stygian Holy Land is truly blind—to treat such a talented prodigy this way...”
The white-robed old man smiled faintly, with a hint of deeper meaning.