Chapter 667: Bestowal of Rank

Wuji Jun's hand suddenly paused in mid-air.

"...Huh?"

Under his gaze, that red thread sank into his skin... no, it should be said, it cut through it.

In Wuji Jun's surprised eyes, the wrist wrapped in the red embroidered thread was sliced off cleanly. The palm that was about to touch Lu Liangren separated from his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

The air suddenly fell into a dead silence.

Wuji Jun had lost a palm.

Even so, Wuji Jun seemed unable to feel any pain at all, and the stump of his wrist was as smooth as a mirror, with no muscle tissue or blood vessels visible...

He frowned slightly and looked around, as if searching for something.

From the start of the battle until now, Wuji Jun had almost slaughtered all the Halls of the Floating Life Gallery single-handedly, and he had remained unscathed... but now, a thread of unknown origin had managed to sever his palm, causing a rare look of astonishment to appear on his face.

Finally, Wuji Jun's gaze locked onto a direction.

Boom—!!

The earth beneath Lu Liangren's feet suddenly exploded. A massive Eastern dragon directly swallowed his figure and rushed into the clouds at high speed. Each rose-red scale was as exquisite as a gemstone, reflecting a dazzling radiance!

The gale whipped up by this Eastern dragon caused the tips of Wuji Jun's hair to flutter slightly. He squinted, carefully examining the Eastern dragon's body as it streaked past, and as if discovering something, he muttered to himself:

"Embroidered thread, huh..."

This dragon was made of embroidered thread.

Each of its scales was woven from tens of thousands of extremely fine threads, incredibly lifelike. The flow of the threads was natural and aesthetic, which was why it radiated a gemstone-like luster, and there were at least a thousand such scales on this Eastern dragon...

After this massive Eastern dragon swallowed Lu Liangren, it rode the clouds and mist in mid-air, swirling left and right... and then, a second one, a third one!

Beneath this charred wasteland, one magnificent Eastern dragon after another emerged, flying in from all directions and smashing Wuji Jun's towering earth giant to pieces!

Broken stones splashed in the air, pelting the earth like raindrops. After these Eastern dragons shattered the earth giant, they wove and danced in mid-air, like a stunning and breathtaking embroidered scroll!

— "Nine Dragons Touring the Heavens Map."

Beneath this sky where the nine dragons danced wildly, a figure slowly walked from afar.

It was a weather-beaten old man wearing black hemp clothes. His figure was incredibly small against the backdrop of the nine dragons, but with his appearance, an indescribable aura spread across the wasteland.

The peak pressure of the Green God Path gathered on him alone, like a black sun rising from the wasteland, making it impossible for anyone to ignore... The moment he appeared, everyone who saw him felt a sense arise within them involuntarily—

In this world, he was the only one.

"This is... God Path Fortune?" Wuji Jun narrowed his eyes. "With God Path Fortune carried upon your person, you are the leader of the Green God Path in this era?"

The old man in black did not answer. He just looked silently at the broken picture frame on the ground and the pools of blood, then spoke in a hoarse voice:

"It seems... I'm still too late."

"Even if you came earlier, it wouldn't change anything."

Wuji Jun said faintly, and the next moment, pressure at the Nine Monarch level descended suddenly.

It was as if endless pressure was crushing the sky, slamming into the earth with a boom. In an instant, the flying debris in the sky was ground into powder, and even the air seemed to freeze around him!

The old man in black's Green God Path fortune was also shaken to the point of collapse under this pressure, like a kite in a hurricane, ready to snap and break at any moment!

"Being a leader does not mean being powerful... You are only Tier 8; between you and me, there is a difference as vast as heaven and earth."

As Wuji Jun finished speaking, a black longsword made of an unknown material condensed from the wasteland. He waved his hand, and the longsword shot into the clouds!

Boom—!!!

A scorching explosion followed the sword dance, splitting the clouds in two. The nine dragons riding the clouds were instantly cleaved in half by the sword, collapsing into a sky full of embroidered threads that drifted and fell toward the earth.

"...A difference as vast as heaven and earth."

Under Wuji Jun's pressure, threads of blood seeped from the old man's lips, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a calmness that had been settled over countless years.

He smiled, his weather-beaten face full of wrinkles.

"You're right... so, I want to try."

The sky full of broken embroidered threads was like a vast, colorful rain sweeping across the human world.

As the old man took a step forward, these colorful "raindrops" suddenly began to gather actively beneath his feet, like the afterimages of flowing light, weaving into the outline of a staircase.

The old man slowly lifted his foot and stepped onto it. The moment his sole landed, a visible shockwave swept across the wasteland!

Thump—!

Following that, these embroidered thread "raindrops" began to gather into the outline of a second step!

Wuji Jun, who had been preparing to deal with the old man's attack, was stunned at the sight. Then, as if thinking of something, his expression changed drastically, appearing somewhat incredulous.

"The 'try' you spoke of... you meant this?"

……

Thump—!

An invisible shockwave swept through heaven and earth.

At this moment, everyone in the Twilight Society was drawn by the sound, looking suspiciously toward the direction of the battlefield wasteland.

"You just said the Chief is awake??" Plum 8 asked immediately. "How do you know?"

"I don't know why... but I seem to be able to feel some things about him."

Chen Ling frowned. In his field of vision, everything was like a television with a bad connection, flickering at high frequency... half of it was the imagery brought over from Yao Qing's side.

The highly oppressive white clothes, the killing intent filling the air, the light rain woven from embroidered threads;

In a trance, Chen Ling seemed to see a young man stubbornly climbing a staircase, even though he was exhausted, still crawling toward the sky where the light rain drifted...

"What did you feel?"

"He seems... very tired." Chen Ling said uncertainly. "But the aura within him seems to be constantly rising... He is taking steps, and something is paving the way for him, like a staircase."

"A staircase??" Everyone was taken aback.

Thump—!!

A second loud bang came from afar, and shockwaves surged in the air.

"Could it be that he is trying to..."

Bai Ye frowned, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, filled with shock.

"What do you mean?" Jian Changsheng felt like everyone else knew something he didn't, and he was as anxious as an ant on a hot pan. "Speak up! What's wrong with climbing stairs? What is he trying to do?"

"He is attempting to complete the God Path Self-Proof, to let heaven and earth bestow a rank..."

"Bestow a rank? Bestow what rank??"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Bestow the rank of Demigod of the Green God Path."

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