Chapter 1446: Not Going Home until Making It into the Celestial Gate

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

The storm of divine arms rained down in a flurry. The speeds at which the countless weapons traveled were extreme.

The divine swords before Wang Yanbing thrust forward as well. The will of Bing tore through space, looking even more terrifying than true divine weapons.

That sharpness enabled all who were far away to sense the will of the divine arms.

Gu Dongliu remained standing where he was and looked down on the figure below. He did not move, and the celestial light of the Nine Symbols circled all around him. A dazzling celestial figure appeared behind him all of a sudden. He took one step forward, which caused huge Golden Rocs to shot forward howling. They flew while covered in divine golden light, and their wings shrouded the skies when spread, enveloping all of the divine arms into it.

The divine arms and the Roc clashed intensely, and the crowd shockingly found that the Rocs seemed to have been something that were summoned instead of conjured. They were true divine birds instead of illusory constructs. Their huge bodies had countless symbols of “Bing” glittering on them, causing them to contain a power that could have razed everything before them, and they had indeed stopped those incoming divine arms.

“He just summoned divine birds?” The crowd watched Gu Dongliu and was reminded of the lineage that Gu Dongliu inherited. He had the luck of all of the Origin Mountains on him.

However, that formidable display of power did not affect Wang Yanbing’s resolve. Every single step that he had taken caused more divine arms to appear in different directions, shrouding the sky as they moved.

It took mere moments to make it seem as if the area where Gu Dongliu was was about to be drowned in divine arms. The Rocs that were covering him were all shuddering, and cracks were seen on them.

“Wang Yanbing has been using the way of “Bing” to the very extreme. That attack was simply too powerful. If it had been other Holiness of Nirvanas, they probably wouldn’t have been able to withstand such formidable attacks.” The hearts of all who watched the battle trembled. The attack from every single divine arm made them feel that it was the extreme of saintly methods at work in every instant. The power of that many divine arms raining down on someone was utterly terrifying.

Wang Yanbing’s plane might not have reached the very extreme of sainthood, but his attacks had definitely brought such powers to bear.

The mystical ways that the Wang Clan practiced were emphasized on “Bing,” which was inherently leaning towards attacks, and those methods were known to be invincible in offensive powers.

Wang Yanbing looked up at the glittering divine birds. He took another step, and divine arms rained down again. Cracking noises were heard as if a tear was being opened. Those birds then all had cracks all over them, and the rune of Bing began to crack as well.

Boom! A rumbling was heard, and the runes were destroyed. The divine birds were no more.

Those killing divine arms seemed to be out to bury the opposing mystical ways.

Boom.

In the very next moment, however, Gu Dongliu took another step below, seemingly suppressed that rampaging will of sharpness. Huge demonic beasts charged forward. There were true dragons, black turtles, qilin, and kui emerging.

Every single of those vast beasts seemed to have been imbued with his will. The runes of the Nine Symbols circled about and crushed all those incoming divine arms, breaking them into pieces.

That battle was very eerie. It seemed that both combatants were taking strolls in a garden instead.

What was different, however, was that Wang Yanbing was walking up, as he wanted to enter the Celestial Gate.

Gu Dongliu, on the other hand, walked down the steps, getting in the way of Wang Yanbing, who wanted to get to the Celestial Gate.

However, the strides that the two were taking were enough to have the crowd hold their breaths. Every single step they took was perilous, as they were imbued with extremely formidable attacks.

Both walked towards each other, one step after another. The rampaging auras howled in the chaotic space. It was as if it was a statement saying that Wang Yanbing had no hope of getting past, regardless of how powerful his attacks would have been.

“The will of Bing on him became increasingly powerful.” Someone discovered as he continued walking above. Divine arms continued to shoot at his opponent, while his body grew increasingly sharp. The will of Bing continued to climb as if it was about to reach a critical point.

“Is he charging up?”

The crowd came to a possible conclusion, and their minds rattled. The possibility of that happening was indeed high. Wang Yanbing was a genius who had practiced the Art of Yanbing to extreme heights after all.

That rampaging, boundless way of Bing was indeed a sign of Wang Yanbing charging up.

At present, those attacks were not only all around Gu Dongliu’s body. Everywhere around the two of them, there were storms of divine arms of unparalleled force.

Wang Yanbing stepped out again. He looked up at Gu Dongliu and said with an extremely pointed voice, “I’m getting into the Celestial Gate. Despite having acquired pinnacle lineage, you still are not going to get in my way.”

“You are not getting into the Celestial Gate.” Gu Dongliu’s voice appeared calm instead. He uttered only one line.

“That so?” Wang Yanbing replied. He finally stopped and did not move upward any further. He simply looked at the storms in the air, and holy celestial light coursed all about him, making him look incredibly glittering.

He performed seals, and celestial light covered him all over. He then uttered a line with a solemn voice.

“At the pinnacle of Yanbing, all laws shall return to a single entity, and I shall be a divine arm.”

His voice was heard, and all the towering storms of divine arms surged into his body right away. Tens of thousands of divine arms gathered into and melded with his body.

In that very instant, Wang Yanbing had become the king of weapons, and he was the leader of all tens of thousands of weapons in him.

An extremely sharp aura burst from Wang Yanbing. The clouds in the sky howled as if there was only the way of Bing throughout the vast area.

At that moment, Wang Yanbing looked extremely dangerous, as he became a manifestation of tens of thousands of weapons in one entity.

“That’s how it is, after all,” many muttered to themselves. It was as speculated by the crowd—Wang Yanbing’s Art of Yanbing had indeed reached such a level.

An intense beam of light was seen, and the crowd saw Wang Yanbing’s body disappear from where he stood, turning into a beam of light and a sword.

He did not continue to walk upward; he had instead zipped past the space in an instant, shooting at Gu Dongliu.

The crowd did not see where Wang Yanbing’s body was again. They simply saw a sword, and he was that sword. He shot into the air as a sword, and an intense aura of sharpness of the sword permeated the air. The weapon was already at its destination before anyone was able to say a word, punching from the body of a demonic beast. One summoned demonic beast after another was reduced to nothing as the blade continued to travel through them. All of them were punched through by just a single attack from the weapon.

That straight beam of the sword seemed to about to punch through Gu Dongliu’s body right away. It was simply too quick for even the eyes of the spectators to follow.

Boom. A rumble was heard, and it was only then that the crowd was able to see that sword clearly. It was being stopped by a single being. That was a glittering celestial shadow, which looked as if it was conjured out of Gu Dongliu’s being. That body glittering in celestial light was dazzling, resonating with their surroundings. The Nine Symbols circled all about him. Countless shadows of huge beasts roared at the same time a punch was thrown.

The punch of Yi blasted onto the sword, stopping that sword that was out to kill everything.

The sword rang as it stood against that mystical shadow. Shadows of huge demonic beasts were being torn apart one after another.

Voom. The sword disappeared in an instant, zipping past in the air and appearing in yet another direction, lunging at Gu Dongliu once again.

Gu Dongliu lifted his head and took a look. That mystical figure seemed to have been able to teleport. It stood right before the sword yet again, throwing a terrifying punch of the great path.

The space all around them trembled. That sword howled in a frenzy and came from different directions one after another. Yet, the celestial shadow followed wherever the sword appeared as if it had completely locked on to it, chasing it everywhere it went.

Boom. A rumble was heard, and the sword was thrown behind, hanging in the air. A figure glimmered—it was none other than Wang Yanbing himself.

His eyes looked extremely pointed. The sword continued to tremble as if his mind was shuddering.

He wondered how a sword attack like that remained incapable of breaking the mystical defense before him.

The mighty ones of the Wang Clan all sported glum expression at that scene, as it was obvious that the defense remained unbroken.

Wang Yanbing had transformed into a sword, yet he still was unable to force Gu Dongliu to back off.

“You shouldn’t have picked a time like this to do so,” Gu Dongliu said to the sword hanging in the air.

The Wang Clan had been waiting and working hard for a millennium just to rejoin the Celestial Gate.

Yet, Gu Dongliu just happened to return, shouldering the wills of both Gu Tianxing and Gu Jiangnan. It was impossible and impermissible for him to lose. If he were to lose, then all Gu Tianxing had done would be for nothing.

All of that had significant weight behind.

As such, it was destined that Wang Yanbing remain unable to enter the Celestial Gate still.

The millennium-long wait had eventually ended up being for nothing.

“I will definitely get to the Celestial Gate.” A voice was heard from the sword, which reverberated throughout the air, signifying Wang Yanbing’s resolve. Despite the odds at the moment, his resolve remained adamant—he would definitely get to the Celestial Gate.

Gu Dongliu did not say anything else. Boundless celestial light rained down, and that celestial shadow returned, shining dazzlingly like a god clad in armor.

Gu Dongliu’s Life Spirit glittered as it appeared right behind him, which was a matrix diagram.

The diagram consumed the celestial light and continued to grow in size. The great path of their surroundings howled, and all was consumed by that matrix, infused within the diagram.

It took just several brief moments before the matrix stood tall in the air, and Gu Dongliu’s body gradually hovered.

“The Juexian Diagram.”

The mighty ones from the Wang Clan were all ashen when they saw that Life Spirit emerge. Their hearts were bleeding at the scene.

The humiliation that they had been enduring for 1,000 years remained incapable of being scrubbed away.

The hope that they held onto for 1,000 years was about to be torn apart.

None of them anticipated Gu Dongliu to have gained the Juexian Diagram.

That Juexian Diagram had been renowned throughout the world all those years ago, and there was no one who did not know about it.

When the Juexian Diagram emerges, all laws shall perish, and all life shall wither.

Gu Tianxing was a man who was at the brink of death, and all of them wondered how he managed to pass the Juexian Diagram down to Gu Dongliu.

They wondered if Gu Tianxing was able to still peer into the secrets of the heavenly path, enabling him to lay all that back in the Origin Mountains.

Countless people below were seen sporting solemn expressions. They seemed to have seen another Gu Tianxing.

It was more than just a diagram spinning as it worked in the air. There were celestial and demonic shadows on the diagram. Regardless of their origins, all of them sported immense, terrifying pressure.

One boundlessly huge ancient symbol after another appeared on that huge celestial diagram, making it look like some divine matrix.

At that moment, the symbol of “Bing” on the Juexian Diagram lit up. Divine arms in the thousands appeared from within the matrix, conjuring divine weapons out of the great path of their surroundings.

“You shouldn’t have shown up,” Gu Dongliu said as he looked at Wang Yanbing. The weapons rained down as he finished the line. The ancient symbol of “Bing” lit up with the brightest light, shining light in the air as if it was a manifestation of billions of divine arms at work.

On the sword that Wang Yanbing transformed into, extremely formidable power burst. When the divine arms rained at it, the sword thrust forward instead of retreating, zipping past the air and heading straight for Gu Dongliu.

Boom, boom, boom…

Terrifying offensive force rained down and blasted on the sword. However, the sword remained adamant and kept moving forward. But then again, the attacks from the divine arms were unceasingly under the will of Bing. It did not matter how strong the attack of that one sword would have been.

That divine sword that glittered brilliantly was thrown back in a rumble. Wang Yanbing’s body was seen in the air again. Blood was seen at the corner of his mouth, which apparently meant that he was injured.

Wang Yanbing looked at Gu Dongliu in the air and felt completely helpless.

The celestial beings and the demons howled below the Juexian Diagram.

Wang Yanbing witnessed, on that day, the unmatched mystical ways that Gu Tianxing created at work—the work of a man known to be at the absolute pinnacle of the mystical ways. None could have surpassed his achievements.

Wang Yanbing had transformed into a divine weapon himself, yet he remained helpless.

He wondered if that was all there was to him.

He questioned how it would have been possible for him to reach the very top if it truly turned out to be so.

He wondered if he was even qualified to fight Gu Dongliu.

Voom. His body charged in the air. Boundless, sharp aura of Bing surged into his body, glittering as he took the form of a broadsword, shrouding the air.

The blade cleaved the sky at the very moment it was conjured, cutting through the air at Gu Dongliu.

It seemed as if that blade was the only thing that was found all around them.

Gu Dongliu took one look at it before lifting his arms and taking flight.

Countless celestial shadows coalesced into a single entity in the form of a legendary figure. That celestial shadow closed its hands and clapped onto the blade. The light of the blade was immensely dazzling, intending to keep coming down, yet that celestial figure seemed to have absorbed the light of the divine matrix and remained unflinching.

The hands turned, and the blade was rendered crooked, which was then flicked away and rang in high pitches in the air.

Wang Yanbing was found within the blade, and his face was completely ashen. So this is how helpless I am? he thought.

Those from the Wang Clan felt helpless at the scene as well.

The clan leader of the Wang Clan sighed deep down. They had finally produced Wang Yanbing after years of preparation, yet the outcome remained disappointing.

“Leave,” Gu Dongliu said to Wang Yanbing.

The blade was shuddering, seemingly wailing in sorrow.

“Enough,” the clan leader looked at the sky at muttered gently.

The figure within the broadsword turned to look below. He saw the eyes of his clansmen—dimmed and sorrowful.

All their wishes throughout the years had been for nothing.

That was the resolve he clung onto growing up, which culminated into the Wang Yanbing that stood there on that day. Getting into the Celestial Gate was what fueled his training.

At present, that resolve seemed to have come apart.

He wondered if he should back away.

Everything had been for naught. If he was incapable of beating Gu Dongliu on that day, it would be the same in the future. All of his efforts were for nothing in the end.

At that moment, Wang Yanbing was reminded of the conversation he had with Ye Futian, questioning who would have eventually been at the very top of Heavenly Mandate Realm.

At present, a mountain stood before him, and he wondered if he would remain unable to overcome it.

He was determined not to go home if he were to not get into the Celestial Gate.

Yet, at present, there was just no way he could have made good on his word.

That figure in the air looked up and charged in an instant. The winds howled in the sky, and the will of the divine arms shrouded the air. The broadsword was turned into a sword again, which had a teardrop on it.

The sword was weeping.

“Wang Yanbing.” The clan leader of the Wang Clan shouted at that scene and added, “Get back here.”

A terrifying aura burst, and he was about to interfere.

“I’m not going home if I do not succeed.” A solemn voice was heard throughout the air. At that very moment, the sword shattered.

However, that shattered sword conjured thousands of divine swords in its stead, which were imbued with the great path of their surroundings.

At that moment, countless swords were found in the air. It was as if there were countless Wang Yanbing all over the place.

He was determined not to go home until he had gotten into the Celestial Gate.

“Bing, dismantle.”