Chapter 142: This Talent is Unbelievable-Transcendent Universe: I Possess Three Thousand Ultimate Talents(The vast sea resembled a simmering cauldron.)

Di Shitian is dead.
Thoroughly and utterly dead.
Dead as dead can be.

After obliterating Di Shitian's spiritual soul, Jiang Ming casually tossed the corpse in front of him. At this moment, all sound and breath were gone, and even the vitality within the body was rapidly fading, ultimately reducing it to a cold, lifeless carcass.
Whether one had lived for a millennia, or enjoyed supremacy in the mortal world, the end result was nothing more than lying cold and stiff upon the ground. With a slight vibration of his physique, sword qi erupted from within his body, tearing the corpse into microscopic powder that drifted away with the wind.

He raised his hand and inspected it. The palm that had been slashed by Di Shitian’s sword qi was completely healed.
Not a single scratch remained on his entire body.
"With this recovery speed, I wonder if I can achieve severed-limb regeneration?"
Jiang Ming smiled, feeling a profound sense of relaxation.
This battle had truly exhausted his mental and physical fortitude.
From the moment he decided to deal with Di Shitian, he had begun deducing and calculating every possible scenario.
The might of the Saintly Ruler of Seven Nights and the terrifying presence of Pang Ban had taught him that Terrestrial Immortals were absolute powerhouses nearly impossible to contend with through sheer force alone. Preserving his life might be possible, but killing one would undeniably be an arduous task.
Especially after finding Di Shitian and testing him through various probes, discovering the terrifying control over heavenly might and the lightning-fast reactions of his opponent, Jiang Ming instantly realized that the only way to kill him was to forcefully pulverize him using the Dao of the Physical Body.
He simply hadn't anticipated that his opponent's spiritual soul would be equally terrifying.
Fortunately, he had broken through at the critical moment, elevating his Divine Dao into the seventh realm.
The system prompt had already sounded just moments ago.

Upon crushing an eighth-realm powerhouse, all cultivation achievements could be successfully brought back when returning to the primary world, making the comprehension and successful cultivation of the genetic technique within a year—which would lead to genetic evolution—a reality with a solid foundation.
The goal was considered achieved.
The innate talent of Infinite Genes was completely solidified.
With his cultivation stepping into the seventh realm, his seventh innate talent had also manifested.

Immunity to All Poisons: Grants total immunity to all toxins at and below one's own realm; weakens poisons of one realm higher by ninety percent; weakens poisons of two realms higher by fifty percent.
Quest: Solely slay ten alien emperors within nine years.

Is this talent strong?
Extremely strong, overwhelmingly powerful beyond measure.
When one's strength is low, ordinary poisons are also weak, and one can basically withstand them through personal cultivation. However, as strength increases, the poisonous substances one might face in the future will unquestionably become terrifying, making it difficult to rely solely on physical constitution to endure them.
Yet, compared to his other talents, it seemed rather weak, almost like a tasteless chicken rib.
Jiang Ming sensed the changes within his body. This time, he truly discovered the difference, because corresponding genetic information had directly appeared upon his genetic chains.
"The system is the absolute real deal!"
He was genuinely shocked this time.
This was equivalent to editing his own genetic information without a sound, silently triggering changes in his physical body, and even causing unfathomable transformations within his spiritual soul.
"However, killing ten alien emperors, and they even gave me nine years!"
Jiang Ming furrowed his brow deeply.
Alien races?
How should this be judged?
Emperors?
Are there specific tribes?

"Mud Bodhisattva once said that a massive upheaval would occur in three years. Could it be related to this quest?"
Jiang Ming let the thoughts churn in his mind before finally suppressing them.
Time was ample; there was plenty of time to formulate a plan.
The most important thing right now was to enhance his strength.

Composing himself, the Fire Scale Sword materialized before him. Jiang Ming stepped onto the sword and soared forward, arriving high above the headquarters of the Conqueror's Clan. Gazing down at the desolate and ruined landscape below, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.
Corpses were scattered everywhere.
Wailers were even more numerous.
"I suppose this counts as implicating the innocent."
Jiang Ming’s emotions fluctuated slightly.
In a martial arts world, ordinary people were far too fragile.
When powerhouses clashed, the slightest lapse in attention would result in countless innocent lives perishing miserably.
"Should I take over the Conqueror's Clan?"
Jiang Ming hesitated briefly.
As for subduing Xiongba?
He had no such thoughts. That fellow was deeply ambitious and naturally suspicious; he would never truly submit to anyone. When outmatched, he might humble himself and play the subservient role, but the moment he felt his strength had grown, he would undoubtedly bite the hand that fed him.

With a turn of his body, Jiang Ming flew toward another direction and finally landed on a distant mountain peak to sit cross-legged. An intensely terrifying sword intent surged from the top of his head, scattering the drifting clouds.
The oppressive aura was vast, the sword intent boundless, enveloping the entire peak.
"I shall cultivate in seclusion here for a period of time, and wait until Zhou Tian and the others arrive before making further plans."
Jiang Ming closed his eyes.

On the other side, Xiongba was dumbfounded.
The battle had concluded, and one of the victors had flown back, circled around, and actually landed on the adjacent mountain peak. What on earth was this supposed to mean?
Damn it!
What is old me supposed to do?
With such a terrifying existence lingering nearby, he couldn't even eat his meals in peace, let alone sleep.
He looked back at his subordinates: some were dead, others wounded, and the headquarters needed to be rebuilt from scratch.
"Rebuild?"
Xiongba wore an expression of intense vexation, a raging fire burning within his chest, yet he had no choice but to forcibly suppress it.
Almost his entire lifetime's hard work had been reduced to ruins.
However, once it was rebuilt, what if the other party destroyed it again?
What if they got displeased and came over to hold him accountable?
Xiongba was utterly disordered.
Nie Feng and the others weren't fairing much better.

Jiang Ming paid no attention whatsoever to the people of the Conqueror's Clan. Be it beautiful women or protagonists, he cared about none of them.
Right now, he was entirely focused on fusing his artistic conception into the void. The surrounding space was warping, forming an incomparably terrifying restricted zone where rocks shattered and the very mountain peak threatened to collapse.

"Divine Dao seventh realm; wanting to improve further in a short time is extremely difficult! From here on, I will focus primarily on consolidation, supplemented by the derivation of divine abilities."
"The Martial Dao has broken through into the sixth-realm Celestial Phenomenon stage; I just need to proceed step by step. Numerous top-tier artistic conceptions imprinted in the void and fused into one—I wonder if that will trigger a qualitative change?"
Jiang Ming had a lingering intuition that once all the various artistic conceptions were completely fused, his combat power would undoubtedly skyrocket once more.
By then, when facing powerhouses like Di Shitian, he wouldn't need to fight in such a sorry state or rely solely on wits to win; he could completely engage in a head-on collision and forcefully bulldoze his way through.

"Breaking through in the Dao of Body Refining shouldn't be too difficult!"
"After all, the essence of life has sublimated and transformed, and genetic evolution is equivalent to an elevation of bloodline. Coupled with the fact that I've already reached the limit of mortal flesh, a little bit of cultivation should allow me to step into the seventh revolution."

After pondering, Jiang Ming completely immersed his mind in cultivation. Single-minded and utterly focused, he found his progress accelerated significantly.
Looking from afar toward this side, one would discover all sorts of terrifying anomalies manifesting over the mountain peak.
Yin and Yang alternated, lightning flashed, space distorted, dark clouds gathered densely, and so on. Moreover, the radius of the radiation was expanding wider and wider, and the oppressive weight was growing increasingly terrifying.

The headquarters of the Conqueror's Clan had already been rebuilt.
Yet Xiongba grew only more anxious day by day.
"Clan Master, the traces of the Mud Bodhisattva have been found, and he is heading this way!" Wen Chouchou twisted his hips, waving his feathered fan as he hurriedly rushed to Xiongba’s side to report the newly received news. "By his side are two men, a woman, and a little girl."
"The Mud Bodhisattva has appeared once more!" Xiongba felt little joy at the news.
At this moment, he resided in an ordinary courtyard halfway up the mountain, not daring to live at the peak for fear of being killed.
Nor did he dare to draw too much attention to himself.
"Is he coming for *him*?"
Xiongba gazed toward the distant mountain peak where space remained twisted, making it impossible to discern the situation within.
That sight only filled him with greater terror.
That celestial phenomenon was a hundred, a thousand, ten thousand times stronger than his own—it was simply beyond comprehension.
"Should we order the Twelve Devils of Tianchi to make a move?"
Xiongba felt tempted, but ultimately restrained himself.
"Pay him no mind!"
Yet, he remained deeply resentful.

On the other side!
Zhou Tian and the others arrived at another mountain peak, gazing into the distance toward Jiang Ming's location.
"This kind of celestial phenomenon..." Even Ye Hongyu’s exquisite face twisted for a split second before she looked at Zhou Tian. "Is he really only at the Celestial Phenomenon Realm?"
"Really!" Zhou Tian nodded, staring across the expanse with a face full of shock. "Damn it, the celestial phenomenon this kid created is actually this terrifying! We must be several thousand meters away from that side, yet it's affecting us right here. With this level of celestial pressure, I probably couldn't even charge within his vicinity."
"I'd be crushed to death!" Amidst her shock, Ye Hongyu felt a surge of irritation.
She was a genius—an undisputed genius. Though she might not match certain freaks of nature, viewed across the entire world, she was a top-tier talent, confident in her ability to contend with any peer in the same realm.
Yet the person across from her?
He drove her to despair.

Zhou Tian glanced at her strangely.
Crushed to death?
He wondered if Brother Jiang would be happy to hear that.
"I'm already having trouble breathing." Jian Chen wore a bitter expression. Both Ye Hongyu and Zhou Tian evoked deeply pessimistic emotions within him.
He was the disciple of the Martial Arts Myth, Wu Ming. How proud he used to be when he ventured forth to challenge the realm! Yet stepping out into the world now made him realize the vastness of the universe and his own superficiality.
"Inconceivable!" The Mud Bodhisattva appeared much younger now, his pair of prophetic eyes piercing and bright, yet his true expression remained veiled in mystery.

Right at that moment, the anomaly on the opposite peak dissipated, and the condensed vital energy transformed into a surging gale that swept away.
Jiang Ming opened his eyes, gazed up at the firmament, and couldn't help shaking his head. "Imprinting artistic conceptions into the void is getting slower and slower. It's not that it's impossible, but the more there are, the greater the repulsion and backlash."
"Is there a limit?"
He pondered inwardly, yet found no answer.
When he had browsed through numerous texts in the past, none of them contained descriptions of this aspect.

Disregarding the thought, Jiang Ming stood up. With a single step forward, leaving behind a trail of afterimages, he arrived directly before Zhou Tian and the others, smiling. "I thought you guys would be slow; I didn't expect you to arrive so quickly."
"We've already been very slow!" Zhou Tian said, then hurriedly asked, "Did you really kill a Terrestrial Immortal?"
"There lingers an intensely thick aura of a Terrestrial Immortal over there, but it completely lacks vitality and carries an extraordinarily terrifying aura of death!" The Mud Bodhisattva stated, "He must be dead, right?"
Even he seemed somewhat uncertain.
"I killed him." Jiang Ming nodded.
Hiss...
Though they had already guessed it, the group still couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath of cold air.
"You're a beast!" Zhou Tian gave him a thumbs-up.
"Inconceivable!" Ye Hongyu was shaken.
A Terrestrial Immortal! Looking across the Haotian Dao, only the Pavilion Master had reached that realm, perhaps alongside the Sect Master. Such powerhouses could freely roam the world and suppress entire regions, yet one had been slain.
"To kill a Terrestrial Immortal!"
Ye Hongyu licked her red lips, a fire igniting within her eyes, burning increasingly fierce, giving rise to an intense urge that she found impossible to suppress.
"To kill a Terrestrial Immortal!" Jian Chen lost his composure.
Even his master, the Martial Arts Myth Wu Ming, hadn't reached this realm yet!

"A Terrestrial Immortal represents the pinnacle of this world. Each one possesses boundless fortune and is favored by destiny. Now that one has fallen, it will inevitably trigger changes in the heavenly secrets, stirring winds and clouds." As the Mud Bodhisattva spoke, he abruptly turned around and gazed into the distance.
Jiang Ming looked over as well.
Ye Hongyu and the others were initially puzzled, but moments later, they too looked toward that direction.

A sword intent soared into the sky, piercing the firmament, emanating a vast and desolate pressure that incited a brilliant heavenly might. It caused the swords in the hands of the youths to tremble violently, as though begging to fly up and greet the arrival of a supreme monarch.
"Heavenly Sword entering the Dao!" The Mud Bodhisattva remarked.
"It's the Heavenly Sword!" Jiang Ming nodded. He was all too familiar with the Heavenly Sword intent, yet this particular sword intent felt even stronger and more unfathomable.
"It should be the Martial Arts Myth, Wu Ming!" he added.
The Mud Bodhisattva slowly nodded.
"Senior Wu Ming has broken through to the Terrestrial Immortal realm?" Ye Hongyu was astonished.
"Really?" Jian Chen was overjoyed.
"The Terrestrial Immortal realm... I wonder if I can reach it within ten years?" Zhou Tian felt somewhat envious.
However, he was confident he would step into it eventually, though he didn't know how long it would take.
This caused Ye Hongyu to cast several sideways glances at him.
A Terrestrial Immortal? She had no such certainty.
"Brother Jiang, what do you think?" Zhou Tian inquired.
Jiang Ming smiled without answering.
Compared to the Di Shitian he had slain, the current Wu Ming was far inferior. Feeling this boundless sword intent, he was confident he could contend with it head-on.

Yet at that moment, another chilling sword intent soared into the air from another direction—frigid to the extreme, reeking of heavy killing intent, as though born exclusively for slaughter.
It even carried a sensation capable of freezing the soul.
"Someone else has stepped into the Terrestrial Immortal realm!" Even the Mud Bodhisattva clicked his tongue in wonder. "The Terrestrial Immortal slain by Young Master Jiang was far from ordinary. When such a figure perishes, their fortune disperses, scattering to all corners of heaven and earth before gathering once more to aid another in breaking through their realm. Destiny is truly wondrous and unfathomable."
"That direction is None-Dual City. Could it be..." Jian Chen’s eyelids twitched violently.
His master had always had a lifelong rival—Sword Saint.
"It is him, and only him, who can rival the Martial Arts Myth Wu Ming in the Dao of the Sword!" The Mud Bodhisattva smiled. "The sword dao he cultivates is far too tyrannical, eroding life itself. Standing on the precipice of death with his lifespan exhausted, who would have thought that a shift in the winds and clouds would allow him to shatter the trajectory of fate? Wonderful, truly wonderful!"

However, Jiang Ming’s pupils constricted.
His gaze was like lightning, glowing with divine light, vaguely perceiving that the sky in that direction had seemed to freeze for a split fraction of a second.
Sword Twenty-Three?
His heart skipped a beat.
Boom...
Abruptly, sword qi pierced the firmament, leaving behind two distinct characters: Heavenly Mountain!
Clang...
From the direction where the Martial Arts Myth Wu Ming resided, sounds of sword humming rang out, clearly in response.
"This is a duel of appointment!" The Mud Bodhisattva smiled. "A battle for supremacy in the Dao of the Sword shall be a grand spectacle, and it's happening right beneath our feet!"
The headquarters of the Conqueror's Clan was located on Heavenly Mountain.
It was right beneath them.
"Young Master Jiang, would you like to stay and watch?" asked the Mud Bodhisattva.
"Of course!" Jiang Ming smiled. "A duel between two peerless peak sword dao powerhouses—if I missed this, it would be an absolute tragedy! I'd also like to test how I measure up against them."
"Once their battle is over, you can suppress them all," Zhou Tian said.
Jian Chen cast a gloomy look at him.
The urge to hurry back was suppressed once more.
Since his master was coming, he would wait a little longer.
"Brother Jiang, should we scout for informants?" The sword intent had already dissipated, but Zhou Tian's curiosity was piqued.
"At our level, ultimate power residing within oneself is enough. There's no need to waste time on such things," Jiang Ming replied.
"I'm not like you!" Hesitating, Zhou Tian leaped into the air, leaving behind a series of sonic booms from his footsteps as he shouted, "I'm going to go check it out!"
"Xiongba is about to have some terrible luck," the Mud Bodhisattva remarked with schadenfreude.
"Brother Jiang, I'm going to take a look too!" Ye Hongyu could no longer hold back. "Cultivating in seclusion for a few months is far too boring; I'm going to go lend Brother Zhou a hand."
Her figure transformed into lightning as she chased after him.
"Brother Jiang, I'll go have a look as well!" Jian Chen was still young, after all, and failed to restrain his curiosity.
In the blink of an eye, all three of them departed.
"You're not going?" Jiang Ming looked at the Mud Bodhisattva.
The old man wore a slightly complicated expression, letting out a sigh. "Xiongba... his fate has been turbulent, and now, words cannot fully describe it. Young Master Jiang, shall we go take a look?"
"Let's go!" Jiang Ming's interest was also piqued.

Their pace wasn't fast, especially since they were still bringing little Nannan along.
"Mud Bodhisattva, is your cultivation proceeding smoothly?" Jiang Ming asked.
"Acceptable. I have no grand pursuits regarding cultivation; I merely hope to be able to protect myself. In the future..." The Mud Bodhisattva paused. "In the future, I may also be able to withstand even stronger karmic backlash."