NABC Chapter 933
Chapter 933
At the same time, the divine power in his body was like a boiling river, surging wildly and uncontrollably, impacting the meridians throughout his body.
Driven by this tremendous force, Han Changkong's cultivation level soared like a rocket, breaking through the shackles in one fell swoop and directly entering the early stage of the God Emperor.
His entire body was gleaming with light, the brilliance of the God Emperor's power blossoming for the first time, wantonly displaying itself and shocking all around.
And this was just the beginning. The countless mists that filled the surroundings seemed to be attracted by some fatal attraction, like a surging tide, rushing towards the divine nature on Han Changkong's forehead with an overwhelming force.
Han Changkong only felt a buzzing sound in his head, and a huge amount of energy was continuously injected into his body. His cultivation level once again soared like a wild horse. In a blink of an eye, he passed the middle stage of the Divine Emperor and advanced strongly towards the late stage of the Divine Emperor.
Every breakthrough was accompanied by a strong fluctuation of divine power, as if to shatter the entire space. The entire world seemed to have become a witness to his promotion, witnessing this shocking transformation journey.
As Han Changkong swallowed it like a whale, the fog around him, which was so thick that it seemed to be substantial, was rapidly thinning at a speed visible to the naked eye.
However, at this critical moment, Bai Qidong's face suddenly showed an expression of extreme fear. He fell to his knees with a thud and shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Sir, spare my life!"
Han Changkong instantly understood his predicament, knowing that if this old man left the nourishment of the mist, his life would be in danger.
At that moment, he did not hesitate, raised his hand and waved it, and a black shield emitting a faint light instantly formed around Bai Qidong, protecting him tightly.
After doing all this, Han Changkong finally felt relieved and devoted himself to absorbing the mysterious mist.
He knew in his heart that this was no ordinary mist, but the chaotic energy that gave birth to all things in the world when chaos first began. It contained endless primordial energy. Only the God of Creation standing at the pinnacle was qualified to control this powerful force that could destroy the world.
Time passed by like a flash. For a whole day and night, Han Changkong was immersed in it, forgetting everything, until he firmly absorbed the last bit of chaotic power into his body.
At this moment, he clearly felt that his own cultivation had achieved a qualitative leap, and he rose to the most respected Saint Realm in the God Realm.
However, there was no trace of joy on Han Changkong's face.
He knew very well that this seemingly unattainable realm of Saint Venerable was still separated from the true Creator God who dominated the universe and created the world by a chasm like a natural moat, and the road ahead was still long and arduous.
Take the barrier of this ancient battlefield for example, it is like an indestructible natural barrier, and only by reaching the extraordinary realm of the Creator God can it be broken.
But at this moment, Han Changkong keenly realized that this barrier seemed to be useless to him. With just a slight movement of his mind, he could open a passage to the outside world.
The next moment, Han Changkong took a deep breath, held his breath, and then spread out his spiritual consciousness like a surging tide.
In an instant, the incomparably powerful divine consciousness was like an invisible net in the sky, instantly covering the entire ancient battlefield with overwhelming force. Every inch of land and every corner was included in it, and every detail was visible.
Han Changkong himself was stunned and exclaimed in his heart:
What the hell is going on?
When did my spiritual consciousness become so powerful?
He knew very well that with the ability of the Holy Lord in the God Realm, it was impossible for him to possess such a vast and powerful spiritual power. If the Holy Lord had such spiritual power before, he would have died no less than eight hundred times. How could he have such good fortune today?
At this moment, with this super strong spiritual sense, he seemed to have a pair of eyes in the sky, and could clearly see the various figures on the fragments of other continents, including the gods who exuded a sacred aura, the ordinary but tenacious human monks, and the demon monks who were surrounded by demonic energy and exuded an evil feeling.