Chapter 705 400: Ascension to Immortality (Grand Finale) (Part 2)

"If I don't beat you into submission today, you clearly won't behave yourself." Qin Yuesheng pressed down with force, and at once, the Purple Flood Dragon's entire head crashed onto the ground with a thunderous boom, smashing a deep depression and countless cracks into the earth.

Under Qin Yuesheng's astonishing strength, the Purple Flood Dragon was utterly unable to move; no matter how it writhed, it could not escape the grip of Qin Yuesheng's palm.

Seeing that this beast still refused to give in, Qin Yuesheng raised his fist and struck down, landing squarely on the flood dragon's head. This punch was no joke—even though Qin Yuesheng didn't use his full power, it was more than enough to overwhelm a flood dragon.

The Purple Flood Dragon felt as if its brain had been struck by lightning, suffering a brutal blow. Dazed and reeling, stars burst before its eyes.

Qin Yuesheng threw several more punches, beating the flood dragon until it was utterly unable to move before finally stopping; any more, and he would have claimed its life.

"Are you submitting or not? Will you yield to me?" Qin Yuesheng gazed into the flood dragon's eyes and asked.

The Purple Flood Dragon dared not refuse, quickly shaking its head to express agreement.

A Saint Wheel Realm powerhouse was enough to subdue all beneath heaven; if the Purple Flood Dragon truly fought, it might barely reach a forty-sixty split against a Grandmaster in the Five Qi Toward the Origin Realm, but it could never be Qin Yuesheng's match.

Releasing his grip, Qin Yuesheng knew the Purple Flood Dragon would no longer dare stir up trouble. He threw a punch at the sky, and his surging Inner Strength poured forth, blasting open a passage through the Great Buddha Vault directly to the outside world.

Looking at the clear sky beyond, Qin Yuesheng rose and said, "Come with me; you need no longer eke out your existence here."

The Purple Flood Dragon only felt its horn seized, and then, with a display of brute force, it was hoisted off the ground and dragged outside the Great Buddha Vault.

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Time flows on, the sun and moon wheel in their courses.

In the blink of an eye, thirty swift years have passed.

Now, the world bears a mark known to all under heaven: the Qin family.

Whether the Qin Sect, the Great Qin Dynasty, or the Qin clan itself, all have reached the zenith, flourishing at their height.

In this world, when the Qin family says 'second,' no one dares claim 'first'—for defiance means facing the joint suppression of three mighty powers, with no hope of escape, not even knowing how one meets their end.

In these thirty years, the Qin Sect has not only secured its position as the number one sect in the Nine Provinces, but has also turned its expansion to lands beyond, and with its strength has stunned the world, making a resounding name and striking fear into countless powers outside the Nine Provinces.

The Great Qin Dynasty, riding the momentum of the Qin Sect, dispatched armies to expand its borders time and again, advancing with unstoppable force.

Though the Qin family's Qin Paradise kept a modest and reserved profile, refraining from external expansion, the energy hidden within it was truly vast and immeasurable.

Throughout these thirty years, Qin Yuesheng has dedicated all that he has to the Qin Paradise, daily strengthening it until the bottleneck of ascension breaks.

What Qin Yuesheng has mastered, nine tenths have already been left within the Qin Paradise, waiting for future generations of the Qin family to discover, learn, and grow ever stronger.

At the border of the Northern Desert and Central Plains stands Heaven-Reaching Peak, the highest in the Nine Provinces.

Heaven-Reaching Peak rises so high, it seems one could pluck stars and grasp the moon, drinking deep of the constellations atop its summit.

On the summit, there are neither clouds nor birds.

Clouds, all lie beneath the summit.

Birds, too feeble to rise to such heights.

Standing atop Heaven-Reaching Peak, it feels as if the entire world lies beneath your feet.

A massive pine climbs from the foot of the cliffs, winding its roots around the summit like a coiled dragon—the only living thing in this high place.

Nourished by the Spiritual Qi of heaven and earth, and consuming the essence of sun and moon, the pine has long attained spirit and mastered the art of postnatal breathing.

Beneath the tree, a thick root curls into the shape of a meditation mat, looking marvelously strange.

At this very moment, a white-clad youth sits cross-legged atop the root.

His hair floats in the wind, lips are slender, eyes shaped like phoenixes and bright, skin snowy, with flawless beauty—like an exile from the immortal realms, unfit for the mortal dust.

Above Heaven-Reaching Peak, thick thunderclouds have gathered for two or three months. With each passing day, they grow in scale, and the aura of destruction they radiate grows ever more overwhelming.

One cannot help but recall four words.

The might of Heaven cannot be resisted.

Qin Yuesheng gazes calmly upon the world. For thirty years after entering the Saint Wheel Realm, he has stood at this final step, making thirty years of preparation.

Today, the tribulation heralding ascension to immortality has finally arrived.

Rumble!

A sudden peal of thunder splits the air, and a bolt of lightning lashes out from the thunderclouds, casting blinding radiance over the land.

Some dozens of miles around Heaven-Reaching Peak, an army of one hundred thousand camps upon the plain. At its center stands Qin Sanhuang, now in his forties, hands clasped behind his back atop the dragon chariot, face etched with worry as he gazes up at the summit.

"Master, Sanhuang firmly believes you will succeed."

Now, Sanhuang radiates imperial dominance as unyielding as a dragon. The majesty of an emperor emanates from him; just standing there instills awe in others.

In the world today, all know that Sanhuang is not only the sovereign of the Great Qin Dynasty, but also a peerless martial genius.