“Embrace the change of Yin and Yang, transform the mysteries of ice and fire, forge body and soul, unify the Three Primes, grant.”
The vast and extraordinary power of the Three Yang transformed into endless energy, continuously flowing into Mu Shen’s body.
The Three Yang power, boundless and vast, encompasses the changes of heaven and earth, gathering the extremes of the universe.
The Life Scroll of the Martial Arts Scripture within Mu Shen’s body rapidly circulated, and his system also underwent a change.
“Ding, Host has cultivated the Life Scroll of the Martial Arts Scripture once, receiving a 10,000-fold return, for a total of 10,000 times.”
The experience of 10,000 times infused into his brain and body, instantly absorbing the Three Yang power in a way that seemed exaggerated, as if a giant bottomless pit, devouring massive amounts of the Three Yang power.
As a result, all the Three Yang power within the entire Bitter Realm vanished, completely absorbed by Mu Shen.
The sound of silent waves, beneath endless tides, energy continuously flowed into Mu Shen’s body.
The Three Yang power, the power of life, is also the power of creation for all things. At this moment, his Primordial Origin Creation Orb within his body revealed its formidable might, as endless creative power converged simultaneously within Mu Shen.
Creation, oh creation, an unimaginable opportunity, an unfathomable mystery. Creative mysteries, revealing their divine wonders at this very moment.
Mu Shen’s body underwent a thorough internal and external refinement by creation, purging impurities and becoming transparently brilliant. The formation of his divine body was unstoppable.
This is the Creative Divine Body.
Bones and meridians, under the influence of the creative power, constantly evolved, continuously enhancing themselves, acquiring the ability to bear even more terrifying aura. What a horrifying sound this is.
Refinement of impurities within the self, while the soul’s creative refinement is equally profound.
Endless creative power continued to refine his soul, causing it to ascend and undergo a qualitative transformation.
The Creative Soul, thus begins.
Internal cultivation, the cultivation of the Three Primes, influenced and refined by the creative power, underwent significant changes, obtaining an unbreakable fusion. The Three Primes unified, cultivation reaching its pinnacle.
His entire cultivation base, continuously growing, was becoming a Creative Cultivation Base, a divine body.
It seemed long, but as he circulated his cultivation once more, he once again received a 10,000-fold return from his system, absorbing even more profound Three Yang power.
Even though the Bitter Realm still exhibited the phenomena of the Three Yang, in reality, no Three Yang power remained.
All of it had been completely absorbed by Mu Shen.
Mu Shen’s divine armor, the Incense-Fire True Body, at this moment, was also propelled by the creative power, further merging and integrating with his physical body.
Truly, creation is boundless.
Such extraordinary phenomena, it is believed, are unknown to anyone, and the meaning behind it is impossible to deny.
Mu Shen, at this moment, is the greatest beneficiary.
Su Zhe Zhen and others were now extremely helpless. Mu Shen had grown even stronger, and they feared that if he were to do something, no one could stop him.
“Su Zhe Zhen, don't worry, there are so many masters in the Bitter Realm. If Mu Shen really were to harm the world, he would sooner or later pay the price, wouldn't he?”
“You are right, I was thinking too much.”
“Moreover, it was Mu Shen who cleansed the world of the Heavenly Devourer and severely injured the King of Hell. In my opinion, Mu Shen would not go down that path.”
“Perhaps, I truly hope so.”
Su Zhe Zhen was currently helpless, he could only hope for the best. After all, there was nothing else he could do, only hope that everything wouldn't turn out too badly.
“Alright, now the Heavenly Devourer has been destroyed, the only thing left is the severely wounded King of Hell. The power of the Three Yang Convergence has been absorbed by Mu Shen, the Bitter Realm is currently back to normal, unless the King of Hell reclaims the Black Moon, otherwise...”
“In that case, Tian Jiang will also reclaim the Ancient Sun, returning to the previous state. Moreover, it seems like a good opportunity for Ri Jin to strike into the Yellow Spring Return Line.”
Su Zhe Zhen and his companions looked towards the heavens, then dispersed. This is a matter of great importance to the Bitter Realm, they cannot wait any longer.
As for Xuan Tong, he had already left long ago, naturally, he couldn’t let go of his fatherly love, so he went to protect his father.
Su Zhe Zhen didn’t mind too much. After self-detonating his evil form, the King of Hell was destined to be severely injured, there was no doubt about it. Unless he had some other tricks up his sleeve, he wouldn’t dare to appear casually.
How could the King of Hell not have some tricks up his sleeve? At this moment, he had fled hundreds of miles away, and he had also noticed Mu Shen’s actions.
He couldn’t help but curse and was filled with extreme rage.
“He actually tricked me, using the Black Moon of the Prison of Hell, the real purpose was to create this situation.”
He regretted it immensely. He never expected Mu Shen’s power to be so formidable.
Of course, the original Mu Shen wouldn’t have known this, but after the current Mu Shen retrieved the Incense-Fire True Body, he understood the true use of the Three Yang Convergence: to temper his physical body and refine the Incense-Fire True Body, fusing them together.
Although it seemed like they had already merged, in essence, there was still a difference. This was because they lacked the boundless vitality of the Creative power.
As for the Primordial Origin Creation Orb, it was not impossible, but it would require an extremely long time. Back then, they didn't have this thing, so naturally, they didn't know about it. However, Mu Shen now had everything he needed, allowing him to absorb the Three Yang Creative power so quickly.
Such boundless creative vitality, if he didn't take it, wouldn't it be a waste?
Such waste, it would be better if he took it, using it to promote his own Creative Cultivation Base, achieving the unification of the Three Primes and enhancing his own power.
His Creative power, already a gift from heaven, was only the beginning of the path towards even greater strength.
He believed that with the Creative power improving his bones and enhancing his potential, acquiring even greater strength would be just a matter of time.
This powerful force, although he did not choose to directly enhance his realm or combat power, it was definitely laying the most powerful foundation for his foundation. In the future, his improvement would be faster.
Moreover, this great karmic debt with the King of Hell, it was not the time to break through yet. Forcing a breakthrough would not be good for him.
Even if only a thin membrane of realm bottleneck remained, he could gradually wear it down, achieve a complete ascension, and then truly ascend. Not forcibly ascend, only to fall back down later.
This was what he desired. So, with great ambitions, he must have an equally great mind. His pursuit was absolutely not to be underestimated.
His strength was the strongest, terrifyingly extreme, unbelievable, and truly unparalleled.
Seeing this, the King of Hell was also powerless. His strength was greatly diminished. Even if he had a way to control the Black Moon, he needed strength to do it. He couldn't do it at this moment, and he was truly furious.
Although he didn’t know how long he could hold on, every extra minute would make Mu Shen that much more powerful. This was definitely not what he wanted.
“Damn it!”
The King of Hell was extremely annoyed, but he couldn’t do anything about it. If he continued, the consequences would truly be disastrous.
The boundless strength, there was no regret now, only whether they could succeed or not. True strength was now before their eyes, looking at reality, everything before had become irrefutable and indescribable.
“Mu Shen, you just wait, cough…”
A mouthful of blood spurted out. He stumbled and left. Xuan Tong watched silently from afar, following him at a distance.
It was clear that the father-son bond in his heart truly couldn’t be broken, not in a moment.