Only at the Mahayana Stage Does the Reversal System Appear - Chapter 628

Chapter 626 Mortal

Five mortal days passed in a flash. A ring rose from the ground in front of the Human Emperor Palace. Forged by the Weapon Refining Peak, it was sure to be indestructible even for a Spirit Transformation cultivator.

Eight Desolations requested the competition be held in Jiuzhou.

Jiuzhou’s Tribulation Crossing cultivators sat on the judges’ bench, awaiting the arrival of Eight Desolations cultivators.

The Lord of Entropy sent a message to Jiang Li: “Mr. Jiang Li, as you expected, not all Eight Desolations Tribulation Crossing cultivators returned to Eight Desolations that day. Two remained behind to gather intelligence on Jiuzhou, focusing on you, the Earth Veins, and Immortal Eternal.”

“They already know of two immortals in Jiuzhou: Commander Liu and Immortal Eternal.”

After leaving the Human Emperor Palace, Jiang Li instructed three Lords to secretly observe the Eight Desolations Tribulation Crossing cultivators. Their observational abilities were unmatched by any other.

As Jiang Li had predicted, the Eight Desolations world showed a remarkable interest in Jiuzhou.

“I’m aware of this. Thank you for your hard work. Take a seat.”

The three Lords settled down as they watched a five-clawed black dragon soar across the clouds and descend upon Jiuzhou. The eight Wasteland Lords, riding the black dragons, brought their carefully selected mortals and cultivators to participate in the competition.

These mortals and cultivators were shrouded in black robes, shielding them from outside observation, clearly wanting to prevent Jiuzhou from gaining access.

Although such a minor tactic would be useless against Jiang Li, he had no intention of using his spiritual sense to investigate.

He had complete confidence in the cultivators of Jiuzhou.

“Sorry for the long wait. I encountered something before setting off, which delayed us.” Lord Gan Huang offered an apology, cupping his fists.

“We just arrived.”

“Shall we begin?”

“Alright, then, we’ll follow the order, starting with the mortal group.”

“Brother Jiang, you’re still not giving up on the mortal group?” “I’ll

give it a try after all.”

“Then I won’t hold back. Sima Tong, you go first.”

One of the Eight Wasteland Lords removed his robe, revealing a face thick with flesh, a green pattern tattooed on the left side of his face. His bones were thick, his stature was tall, and he lacked a trace of spiritual energy.

Lord Gan Huang smiled and explained, “My apologies for the inconvenience. Immortals and mortals are separated, and we cultivators rarely interact with mortals. The root cause is that mortals lack aptitude, and practicing is a sheer waste of spiritual energy. Yet, some mortals, boasting their superiority, believe their martial arts can rival the immortal path, and this has truly allowed them to carve out a path.”

“One of the worlds colliding with the Eight Desolations is a world dedicated to martial arts practice.”

“This Sima Tong is a leader among them. He refined his skin, flesh, and bones, achieving the realm of a golden body and iron bones. His martial arts skills are so advanced that he once tore apart a half-step Nascent Soul with his bare hands. He’s truly exceptional among mortals.”

Jiang Li nodded. Reaching this stage of cultivation was no mean feat. “Grandmaster Bu Jing, you’ll have the first match.”

Bu Jing, dressed in a white training suit and cloth shoes, hummed softly and walked towards the ring, the demeanor of a master.

Lord Gan Huang’s smile froze.

Sima Tong was exercising in the ring. He’d heard that Jiuzhou could only send eight-year-olds to the battle, so he’d initially considered taking it easy. But when he remembered the Domain Lord’s pre-departure instructions, he took it seriously, not daring to slack off even a bit.

As Bu Jing took his first step into the ring, Sima Tong felt a strange chill. His body instantly stiffened, afraid to move, as if sharp blades were pointed at him from head to toe. Any movement would mean the slicing of flesh and bones, his head severed.

This threat reminded him of the Domain Lord before his departure.

Who was this other person? Wasn’t this just a match between mortals?

“Brother Jiang, who exactly is this person…” Gan Huang Lord couldn’t laugh anymore. From the moment he laid eyes on Bu Jing, he felt that this mortal, Bu Jing, was one with the universe, his every move carrying an inexplicable meaning.

Not like a physical cultivator, yet better than one.

“This person comes from the Huanyu World, another world dominated by martial arts. We, Jiuzhou, are allies in our fight against the Immortal Realm. Grandmaster Bu Jing is the most accomplished martial artist in this world, capable of perceiving all things, indestructible and unobstructed, his body perfect. He named this realm “Seeing the Gods Indestructible.”

“If he can barely fight against a Fusion Stage cultivator, the odds are 50-50,”

Lord Gan Huang laughed dryly. “Simply fighting against a Fusion Stage cultivator, wouldn’t that mean the Seering the Gods Indestructible realm isn’t much different from the Fusion Stage?”

On the ring, Sima Tong trembled with fear. His modest martial arts achievements were too embarrassing to showcase before Bu Jing.

The gap was so vast that he didn’t even dare to fight.

Sima Tong wanted to concede, but he didn’t dare in front of the eight Wasteland Lords. He had to bite the bullet and attack.

“Lianshan Fist!”

Sima Tong shouted, taking a stance. Qi and blood surged, muscles bulged, and his entire body expanded.

Lianshan Fist was a boxing style he created. Every punch struck the opponent with the force of a mountain. It was the same technique that had killed the cultivator who had reached the Nascent Soul stage.

Bu Jing waved her hand gently, sending Sima Tong flying. The so-called mountain force vanished without a trace.

“Bu Jing wins!” the referee announced.

“I wonder how many people like Bu Jing are out there.”

“Currently, he’s the only one who has reached the realm of seeing the gods and being indestructible.”

Lord Ganhuang breathed a sigh of relief. Reaching this level without using spiritual energy was a shock to the entire cultivation system. Where would the transcendence of their cultivators be?

If this had happened in their Eight Wastelands, Bu Jing would have perished before even reaching the realm of seeing the gods and being indestructible.

Such a person was too dangerous.

“Gu Ming, you’re next.” Lord Ganhuang wanted to see how many extraordinary mortals Jiuzhou could find.

Gu Ming was slightly inferior to Sima Tong, but could fight against a Jindan stage cultivator.

Gu Ming took his starting stance, but found he had no idea how to deal with his opponent.

Half energy, half machine, aside from its human form, it bore no resemblance to any other human.

“What is this?” Gan Huangzhu had never seen anyone with this posture before; this person struck him as even stranger than Bu Jing.

“A pure technological product, it can be considered the technological equivalent of the Divine Transformation Stage,” Jiang Li explained with a smile.

The second mortal sent by Jiuzhou was a scientist from the Observer civilization.

The Fusion Stage of the Observer civilization was reached by the three Lords, and wasn’t entirely their own achievement. To maintain fairness, Jiang Li chose a few Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivators instead of the Fusion Stage.

The three Lords exchanged glances, seeing the joy in each other’s eyes.

They disliked Bahuang, and they were happy to see Bahuang suffer a setback.

The Spiritual Transformation Stage cultivator, whose research was on gravity, raised his arm and pointed it fiercely at Gu Ming.

Gu Ming instantly lost control and fell to the ground, held tightly by the ground’s gravity, unable to even lift a finger.

The outcome was decided.

The next mortal group, like the previous two, couldn’t even be called a battle. Jiuzhou had an overwhelming advantage. Their accomplished mortals in martial arts and technology showcased their prowess, and the Bahuang mortals were no match.

Jiuzhou’s mortal team emerged victorious.

“Congratulations, Brother Jiang! Jiuzhou wins the first round,” Lord Ganhuang congratulated with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)