Chapter 907 - 631: Obsession Dissolved

Above the River of Rage, the energy of heaven and earth continues to surge.

Hidden in the shadows along the shore are numerous martial artists, each holding their breath, not daring to approach.

Just then—

A piercing sound breaks through the sky in the southwest!

A figure in a black robe appears like a ghost, none other than Uluomu, the Demon Dao Grandmaster.

A murderous glint flashes in his eyes as he strikes with a lethal move without the slightest hint of probing.

One strike pierces the void!

The fierce and unmatched essence of the Demon Dao tears through the long sky, shattering the air as it passes. A ten-mile radius is engulfed in the aura of death, seemingly ready to annihilate it all.

The martial artists watching are collectively shocked.

Someone instantly recognizes the man in the black robe and exclaims in a low voice:

"It’s Uluomu! The Demon Dao Grandmaster!"

"It’s over. This elder is about to break through his realm, his energy unstable, he’s likely to fall victim to a cunning ambush!"

The crowd’s hearts sink, none optimistic about the person on the river.

Yet, just as the lethal strike is about to land—

In the boat, Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes.

His gaze is as clear as a mirror, showing no hint of panic, but instead a calmness that seems to have long awaited this moment.

He speaks softly, his voice spreading across the river:

"I’ve been waiting for you."

Uluomu’s figure suddenly freezes, an extremely ominous premonition rises in his heart, chilling him to the bone.

"No good! I’ve been tricked!"

His Divine Thought frantically sweeps in all directions, trying to find hidden experts.

Yet, within a hundred-mile radius, it’s empty, besides the startled martial artists, no trace of hidden beings.

Uluomu’s face turns fierce, he laughs coldly:

"Playing tricks!"

Before the words are finished—

His pupils suddenly contract.

The River of Rage beneath him suddenly boils!

A massive amount of river water evaporates instantly, white mist rising to the sky.

Eighty miles of the river’s surface sees thousands of water columns erupting, the mist spreading like a Cloud Sea.

The next moment, he sees amid the rolling mist, a hand slowly rising.

Initially, it’s as white as jade, then instantly it turns red as molten gold, a terrifying sun ascends in the palm, burning heaven and boiling seas, pressuring the world.

That hand, like a meteor falling from outside the sky, moving at an extreme speed yet slow enough to shock, pressing down gradually, seemingly covering the entire sky, pervasive and unavoidable.

Uluomu’s whole body bristles, the shadow of death instantly enveloping him.

He desperately tries to mobilize his True Yuan to escape, but the space around him feels completely locked, his body rigid, unable to move an inch.

"Impossible..."

"You haven’t fully achieved Heaven and Earth Communication, how can you possess this power!"

His face is full of unwillingness and fear, his expression twisted, screaming in his heart but unable to move, only able to watch as that hand presses down.

There’s no earth-shattering collision.

Before the hand arrives, the wind from the palm sweeps across.

Suddenly, invisible True Fire ignites around Uluomu, rapidly burning and charring from his robe to his skin at a visible speed.

Flesh and blood dissolves and evaporates rapidly in the high temperature, leaving only a sinister skeleton, cracking and shattering inch by inch in the firelight.

Ultimately, even the bone fragments turn into ash, swept by the river wind, dispersing into the raging waves...

This scene falls clearly into the eyes of martial artists on both banks of the eighty-mile River of Rage.

For a moment, silence falls over the river, so quiet a pin drop could be heard.

Everyone remains frozen in place, faces blank, seemingly forgetting how to breathe.

A moment ago, they lamented the imminent tragic defeat of the powerful being breaking through the realm, and in the next, they see the Demon Dao Grandmaster Uluomu, without even half a chance to resist, burned to ash in a single palm strike.

That was the notorious Uluomu!

Yet now, unable to withstand even a single palm strike from his opponent, merely brushed by the wind, his flesh burns away, bone turns to dust.

The dead silence lasts for several breaths.

Someone finally gasps, the sharp sound of inhaling breaks out in unison.

"Gulps—"

The sound of swallowing saliva rises one after another.

The crowd gazes at the straight-standing figure with wisps of hair on the river, a sense of awe and fear instantly rising in their hearts.

"That... that was Uluomu!"

"One move... just one move and he’s gone?!"

"Such power... it’s not just entering the Dao, it must be close to a Celestial Being!"

...

In the river’s heart.

Chen Sheng stands amid the vast mist, his robe fluttering, the blazing intention around him gradually retracts, the terrifying sun in his palm slowly fades away, returning to nothing.

Just as Uluomu’s fly ash completely disperses.

Chen Sheng’s Heart Spirit suddenly relaxes.

An unprecedented joy and freedom, like a tide surging through his soul!!

He closes his eyes, under the instinctual perception of the Dimension Demon God.

He clearly perceives the dissolution of this body’s obsession, that he can gather his "other-self" in this dimension at any time, completely detach from this realm, and return to the source.

Chen Sheng slowly opens his eyes, but he doesn’t immediately activate his power, not choosing to immediately gather and depart.

"It’s rare to perceive a dimension, leaving just like this would be a loss!"

...

Deep within the court, the main hall of discussion.

Zhou Cang, clad in military attire, stands tall yet slightly bowed, his expression respectfully close to humility.

At the main position, sits a middle-aged man in a dark brocade robe, with a cold face and an imposing demeanor.

Lin Yanqiu, the Northwestern route’s commander, truly a Daoist Sect Grandmaster, wielding military power in one hand, an influential giant.

At this moment.

Lin Yanqiu is examining that wound:

"Such pure Martial Arts essence! Condensed, domineering, yet released and controlled at will, not a bit excessive."

"If such a reclusive master could be recruited to the court..."

Just then, a sharp cry of a hawk pierces the sky.

Next, a golden eagle dives down and lands steadily in the hall, with a small copper tube tied to its talon.

A guard steps up quickly, takes down the copper tube, and presents it to Lin Yanqiu with a respectful report:

"Commander, the golden eagle sends word from thousands of miles away, from the direction of the River of Rage!"

Lin Yanqiu’s eyebrows rise slightly, reaching out to take the copper tube, extracting the silk from within, slowly unfolding it.

At first, his expression remains calm, but as his gaze sweeps over the words on the silk, his pupils suddenly contract.

The silk clearly records the entire battle at the River of Rage’s heart.

"Hiss—"

Lin Yanqiu sucks in a cold breath, almost unable to hold onto the silk in his hands, his eyes full of incredulous shock:

"Such strength? The palm intention transforming into a sun, burning the Demon Dao Grandmaster to ashes in one blow, such techniques are likely close to the Celestial Being Realm!"

Zhou Cang stands on one side, seeing Lin Yanqiu so lost in thought, a storm rages in his heart.

Although he already knew the old man of the Xu Family was extraordinary, he never expected that he had grown to such an extent.

Lin Yanqiu slowly calms his mind, puts away the silk, ponders for a moment, then turns his gaze to Zhou Cang, speaking with solemnity:

"Send out the order, immediately promote Xu Mo to associate in the court, reward him with a hundred taels of gold and a thousand pieces of silk, ensure he is well appeased."

"Let Xu Mo mediate, convey the court’s sincerity on its behalf, the court can promise him lifelong wealth, free from any constraints..."

"Even discussing the creation of territories is not out of question!"

Zhou Cang quickly bows and accepts the command: "I will handle this immediately!"