Chapter 557: Chapter 500: Entering the Dao at the Divine Platform
This damn racket is always like a blade, never knowing when it might fall.
He’s playing!
Han Yu was absolutely certain that the person attacking was toying with him like a cat playing with a mouse.
Xinyin indeed was playing, wanting to see how much this young man, who had caused consecutive failures for his subordinates, could handle.
The unfathomable hand could strike at any moment, yet it chose to hover over the opponent’s head, forcing him to keep erupting.
Han Yu indeed wanted to burst out; after the sea of fire surged, he suppressed it repeatedly, but was stopped by Liu Zongyuan.
"Wait...wait a minute, I can’t hold this power, I’ll die."
He was already at the end of his rope. Whether Han Yu’s self-destruction could save him, he didn’t know, but it could definitely "send" him away.
The field which had been suppressed to its utmost suddenly dissipated. Han Yu reluctantly retracted his power and unhappily looked at the nearly-dead Liu Zongyuan, "You dare call yourself a Divine Platform Realm cultivator, yet you can’t withstand a little explosion."
A little? A small explosion?
Liu Zongyuan almost fainted from the shock. Were these even human words?
Which Divine Platform Realm cultivator would ever choose to endure such an explosion with their flesh? Moreover, whose body could withstand such torment?
Bear in mind that the so-called little explosion from Han Yu had once obliterated a minor avatar of a soul without leaving a trace.
Han Yu looked at him in utter disdain; clearly, he was nothing but a burden!
He wanted to throw him away, but Liu Zongyuan consciously reminded, "You can’t run away alone, without me, forget about entering the small world."
"Still talking about the small world, whether we can keep running is still a question!"
Han Yu exclaimed discontentedly, the power above audaciously and slowly pressing down, as if wanting to see him crushed under pressure.
He had too few methods to use. Apart from his Fire Series divine techniques, which always led by miles, the rest of his divine techniques could never fully keep up with his rapidly growing strength.
Ultimately, it was because his growth was too fast, and there wasn’t enough time to allow his techniques to develop in tandem.
Once faced with such absolute power suppression, aside from the Fire Divine Power, other divine techniques became mere fancy decorations, not very useful.
Since he couldn’t self-destruct, Han Yu could only summon eight or nine Cyan Dragons to strike at the sky.
The dragons’ roars soared to the heavens, winding and attacking the gigantic palm.
Boom!
Simultaneously, eight or nine Cyan Dragons exploded into flaming fireworks, their earth-shaking momentum managing to hold off the palm for a moment.
Go!
Taking advantage of the opportunity, Han Yu grabbed Liu Zongyuan and fled headlong, flying dozens of miles away.
On a small piece of land, Xinyin’s white eyebrows twitched. Smiling, he extended his hand, and the illusory hand abruptly enlarged several times, carrying a momentum that seemed to eclipse the heavens.
"Here!"
Reaching out, the gigantic palm continued to chase, and with just a few breaths, Han Yu was caught up with once more.
"What on earth is the realm of those bastards?"
Just as Han Yu looked back, he was dumbfounded; what sort of thing could create such a terrifying phenomenon?
The sky was dark-clad, no, the entire sky was covered by a hand, monopolizing this part of the world.
"Divine Platform Realm..."
Liu Zongyuan’s words left Han Yu completely stunned.
"Did you say it wrong?"
With such power, still claiming it’s the Divine Platform Realm?
"The Divine Platform is a kind of concept, once ascended, the divine power emerges naturally, you are your own deity, how powerful you can be depends entirely on yourself."
Liu Zongyuan said lifelessly, making Han Yu’s head spin.
"Could you say something I can understand?"
Han Yu was frustrated, at a critical moment like this, can’t they stop speaking in riddles?
Liu Zongyuan was equally helpless, about to lose his life, he still had to muster the energy to explain.
"In the Divine Platform Realm, it’s about comprehending abilities and expanding one’s strength. When both are achieved to the extreme, one can forge a path suitable for their cultivation."
"Xin Zui, Xinyin, Wuyin have all Entered the Dao, they are no longer ordinary Divine Platform Realm cultivators, or perhaps, without taking this step, we are not true Divine Platform Realm cultivators either."
Han Yu understood vaguely, so he realized that even with the twelve members of the Celestial Dao Sect, they weren’t enough to face those three on the other side.
As for what the Dao was?
After Xinyin’s giant palm slapped down, he truly experienced it firsthand, the immense pressure suddenly sinking, making Han Yu’s back flame extinguish instantly, followed by a tearing sensation on his back that made him grit his teeth in pain.
This was merely the force exerted from afar. When that illusory hand covered the sky finally slapped down, Han Yu’s mind went blank...
...
"I truly cannot help."
On a deserted island in the distant sea, the only intact fragment of a soul looked troubled.
The old daoist’s request was simply too outrageous to be agreed upon.
"You want me to help you right under Xin Zui’s nose? How is that different from sending me to my death?"
The fragment’s face contorted, such a task was not only impossible but not even conceivable.
Another fragment was right behind those three terrifying elders, not daring to move, yet they expected him to leak information? Dream on!
Then the fragment shuddered all over, a new memory shared, joy filled his heart but he dared not show, maintaining a neutral tone.
"You can give up, Han Yu and your youngest are in dire trouble, directly running into Xin Zui and his group’s firing line."
The old daoist’s color changed drastically, shouting harshly, "What did you say?"
The fragment explained helplessly, having to recount how the two unlucky ones ran right into their opponents, with the last memory of Han Yu being slapped into the sea.
A group’s expressions turned gloomy, evidently letting go of any hope for Liu Zongyuan’s situation.
"If they’ve caught Xin Zui’s attention, the youngest will likely not survive."
One Daoist spoke despondently, sighing.
"Should we lay low for now and head over first?"
Another Daoist shook his head, speaking out.
The old Daoist looked grim, silent for a moment before nodding heavily in agreement.
"Let’s go then!"
The Celestial Dao Sect had fought with Yama Hall in the Endless Sea Domain for thousands of years, knowing each other well; under such circumstances, Liu Zongyuan’s situation seemed beyond saving.
But before they left, there was still one thing left to do.
The fragment felt a sudden sense of impending doom, turning his head in horror, seeing the eleven filled with murderous intent.
"You want to kill me?"
The old Daoist raised his hand in silence, the boundless galaxy full of lethal intent, the twinkling stars dazzling with myriad Sword Intent.
Though the fragment was useful, the Celestial Dao Sect’s last resort for taking refuge couldn’t possibly be leaked.
"Wait, I’m still useful, there’s no need to kill me!"
The fragment hurriedly pleaded for mercy.
"I swear I won’t reveal your location."
"Perhaps you can keep me confined here, and come find me later."
The old Daoist looked at him mockingly; this guy’s fear for his life was untrustworthy, fearing that if the three avatars were just left there, his other avatars would immediately come to rescue them.
It would be better to end him once and for all.
Just as the old Taoist was about to unleash the galaxy, the fragment suddenly shouted.
"Wait, they’re still not dead, not dead..."
The abrupt new memory provided the fragment with a reason to keep living. It was unexpected that Xinyin’s methods couldn’t subdue Han Yu.
"I’m still useful, you can monitor the situation from here anytime."
Not dead?
How was that possible?
As they exchanged bewildered glances, the Celestial Dao Sect was already experiencing tumultuous emotions in their hearts...
