Chapter 71: The Might of a God-Grade Divine Trait—An Unexpected Turn

Chapter 71: The Might of a God-Grade Divine Trait—An Unexpected Turn

The dragon's roar resounded, shaking the heavens and earth.

Layers of sound waves, intertwined with fragmented rainbow light, rippled outward in all directions. The dragon-shaped rainbow light hovering above suddenly swooped down, while the radiance below erupted in an instant, exploding into surging waves of brilliance.

This sudden upheaval shattered the oppressive and tense atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention.

Within the dispersing radiance, a saintly herb shaped like a coiled dragon stood proudly.

At the same time, a unique fragrance permeated the air—indescribable, yet the moment it reached everyone's nostrils, it ignited a boiling surge of qi and blood within them. Their bodies and divine traits alike resonated with an intense craving, urging them to devour and refine the dragon-shaped saintly herb, certain that it would bring immense benefits.

Even the Holy Sons of the three Sanctuary-level forces were no exception.

Despite their lofty status, obtaining a saintly herb within their respective Sanctuaries was no easy feat.

Yang Zhiming's figure blurred as he transformed into a streak of blue light, darting toward the dragon-shaped saintly herb at astonishing speed. His eyes shimmered with excitement, brimming with anticipation.

The Yang Family excelled in alchemy and pill refinement.

If he could obtain this saintly herb, its potential would far surpass direct refinement, yielding even greater effects.

"The saintly herb has ripened..."

The realization struck everyone at once, and they surged forward in a frenzy.

For the moment, the Huntian Sect's crisis was averted.

"Junior brothers, leave this place and the secret realm immediately," Yuan Hualong urgently advised Chen Feng and the other Eleventh Transformation cultivators of the Body Forging Realm.

It wasn't out of selfishness.

The coming struggle would be extraordinarily fierce.

Without the strength of the Twelfth Transformation, they would likely perish here.

As for Li Yiming, he had already charged toward the saintly herb.

Fight!

Seize!

The Eleventh Transformation cultivators of the Huntian Sect exchanged glances but hesitated only briefly before decisively turning to leave.

"Junior Brother Chen, you—"

Seeing Chen Feng remain, Yuan Hualong was stunned.

"Senior Brother Yuan, there's no need to worry about me," Chen Feng replied with a smile. His movement technique activated, and like a nimble swimming dragon, he darted toward the saintly herb.

Yuan Hualong's expression shifted, but there was nothing he could do. Besides, the allure of the saintly herb was too great for him as well. Now was not the time for hesitation.

With a swift motion, a faint dragon's roar echoed.

Yuan Hualong unleashed his Black Dragon Battle Physique, propelling himself forward at maximum speed.

All the Twelfth Transformation cultivators joined the fray, while those at the Eleventh Transformation either retreated to the periphery or left entirely, not daring to intervene.

Though Eleventh Transformation cultivators were formidable enough to challenge those in the Aperture Opening Realm, they still paled in comparison to the Twelfth Transformation. Engaging in this battle, where so many Twelfth Transformation experts were involved, would be tantamount to suicide.

It was worth noting that the Huntian Sect had the fewest Twelfth Transformation cultivators—only Yuan Hualong and Li Yiming. The other six super first-class powers each had three, while the three Sanctuary-level forces boasted an astonishing five each.

Though not all had arrived this time, the majority were present.

"Is Chen Feng out of his mind?"

Han Ming of the Qi Sha Hall had been staring intently at Chen Feng. When he saw Chen Feng, a mere Eleventh Transformation of the Body Forging Realm cultivator, daring to compete for the saintly herb against a group of Twelfth Transformation experts—like a husky trying to blend into a pack of wolves—his face paled in shock.

At the same time, Han Ming grew anxious.

If Chen Feng, overestimating his abilities, went mad and died, then the three conditions Han Ming had planned to impose on him would vanish into thin air.

Though he hadn’t even figured out what those three conditions would be yet.

But Han Ming was already convinced of their inevitability.

It never crossed his mind whether Chen Feng would even agree to his demands—such was his one-sided wishful thinking.

The Bun-haired Girl had long retreated to the edge of a fissure with a group of Yang Family’s Eleventh Transformation Body Forging cultivators, ready to escape at any moment. When she saw Chen Feng’s audacity, her eyes widened in disbelief, her doll-like face filled with shock.

Is this guy… courting death?

To be fair, she found Chen Feng detestable, but not exactly hateful.

"Go die," Ye Wufeng growled, glaring at Chen Feng’s figure. The fact that Chen Feng had impersonated him, leading to Yang Zhiming slapping him several times, was more insulting than painful.

"Seeking death!" Lan Junhe sneered coldly as he noticed Chen Feng charging toward the saintly herb—and getting dangerously close to him. Without hesitation, he channeled his full power and struck out with a palm.

Yet, Chen Feng twisted his body like a soaring dragon, effortlessly evading the attack.

"His movement speed…"

Lan Junhe was momentarily stunned but quickly dismissed the thought. Right now, securing the saintly herb took priority.

The three Saint Candidates from the holy lands erupted with astonishing speed, overtaking the others while launching attacks. The remaining Twelfth Transformation Body Forging experts acted as well, intercepting those from the seven super first-class powers.

"This saintly herb belongs to the Nangong Clan."

The Nangong Saint chuckled lightly. Suddenly, his eyes shimmered with divine light, transforming into a radiant spread of starlight, dazzling beyond compare. His already formidable aura surged explosively in an instant.

Then, his starry eyes flashed brilliantly, unleashing two beams of starlight that seemed to eclipse all brilliance in the world. The golden rays, brimming with terrifying and overwhelming power, could pierce and annihilate anything in their path.

Faced with such an aura, Chen Feng’s expression hardened, a flicker of astonishment flashing in his eyes.

Incredibly strong!

He couldn’t withstand it—unless he entered the Sword Unity Realm.

Even then, he wasn’t entirely confident he could survive.

God-Grade Divine Trait: Heavenly Star Divine Eyes!

That aura was extraordinary, clearly surpassing all Saint-Grade Divine Traits—they weren’t even on the same level.

For a moment, all the peerless geniuses possessing Saint-Grade Divine Traits felt an innate suppression.

A suppression of fundamental hierarchy.

"You think you’re the only one with a God-Grade Divine Trait?" The Zhenwu Saint sneered. His towering frame shuddered as if thunder rumbled within, and an overwhelming aura erupted like a tempest sweeping in all directions.

Pale golden light seeped from his massive body, making him appear even more imposing.

Awe-inspiring might pressed down on the battlefield, his battle intent soaring to suffocating heights.

God-Grade Divine Trait: True Martial Divine Body!

With that, he threw a punch. The pale golden fist light shattered the void as it collided with the dazzling starlight.

The Tianyuan Saint snorted coldly and immediately activated his God-Grade Divine Trait.

A thunderous roar erupted from his body, as terrifying as a collapsing mountain or a raging tsunami. His robes billowed without wind, flapping violently, as if he were about to take flight. It seemed as though his body contained an indescribable power, capable of overturning mountains and seas, devouring everything in its path.

Illusory white strands of energy coiled around him, awe-inspiring and boundless, vast and immeasurable. Each strand seemed to weigh over ten thousand kilograms, capable of crushing boulders and shattering steel with ease.

This overwhelming aura once again left the onlookers breathless.

God-Grade Divine Trait: Boundless Divine Veins!

With the power of the Boundless Divine Veins unleashed, the Tianyuan Saint flicked his sleeve, releasing a force so immense that it erupted with a deafening sound like a collapsing mountain and surging tsunami. The shockwaves tore through the air, as if unleashing a devastating storm.

The deafening roar shattered the dazzling starlight.

The Zhenwu Saint’s punch was also halted in its tracks.

The Tianyuan Saint’s sleeve strike shattered the starlight, but it too was stopped.

One exchange— A deadlock!

Everyone ceased their movements, staring in shock.

That aura, that might—it was simply too overwhelming, striking deep into their hearts and leaving them utterly shaken.

“Is the gap between a Saint-Grade Divine Trait and a God-Grade Divine Trait really this vast?” Yuan Hualong muttered in a daze. He felt that even if he gave his all, he wouldn’t be able to withstand a single strike from any of the three, likely being forced back or even injured.

Yet, they were all at the Twelfth Transformation of the Body Forging Realm—their cultivation levels weren’t that far apart.

At the center, the saintly herb, coiled like a small dragon, suddenly erupted with rainbow light and let out a piercing dragon roar. It shot upward as if attempting to escape.

The three Saint Candidates’ expressions changed instantly. Without hesitation, they lunged forward, each reaching for the dragon-shaped saintly herb while simultaneously attacking one another.

Amid the shockwaves of their clashes, the saintly herb was knocked aside, tumbling away.

Then—another sudden change!

A figure darted forward, stepping as if treading on waves, its speed doubling in an instant. A howling gale followed, and afterimages flickered, making it impossible to discern the real body. Like a nimble dragon, it moved with unbelievable swiftness, sweeping past the saintly herb and darting toward the nearest fissure.

The dragon-shaped saintly herb had vanished.

“It’s actually him!” The surrounding crowd gasped, their eyes bulging in disbelief.