Chapter 40: Chapter 34: Trinity
The war erupted completely.
The intangible Martial Dao aura felt like an enormous spiritual wind pressure, weighing down on everyone.
A large number of Grandmasters clashed rapidly, their bodies shooting forward, as if there was a thunderous ripping sound tearing across the entire table, a colossal noise breaking through the sound barrier.
The intangible aura intertwined and roiled, shrouding the entire table as though in a thick mist, blurring night and day.
"You are too impudent! Do you wish to kill me?"
Boom!!
Jiaxia strode forward with large steps, his tall and graceful form elevating fiercely.
His muscles swelled and twisted, instantly transforming his physique into a muscular giant twice its original size, "You practice the Sun Holy Scripture I created, yet you show no gratitude..."
Boom!!!
He smoothly rotated his body, twisting his shoulder and swinging his fist, instantly channeling the power of all his muscles. With one hand, he effortlessly swatted a god as if swatting a fly.
Whoosh whoosh!
The god spun a dozen times in the air before hitting the ground, already shattered all over, muscles, bones, and spine twisted into a blood-stained pretzel.
"The control over such power! And your physique!"
Jaqamachi looked in shock at the enormous physique before him.
He had never imagined that a being could train their muscles to such an extreme degree.
An explosively exaggerated sense of power!
Like a massive muscle monster towering before him, this giant mound of flesh was what every Soul and Flesh as One Grandmaster aspired to! Is this a god?
"Could this be the power of the God of Wisdom?" Odyssey looked shocked.
"This is not my true power." Jiaxia said in a muffled voice, gently extending a hand to stroke his muscular arm, calmly stating, "My true figure is not so weak."
"He dares to call this weak!!!"
All the gods were left with their mouths agape, dumbfounded, as if their minds had gone blank.
What exactly is he talking about?
The current terrifying muscle form was more than twice the physique of a normal Grandmaster, definitely not associated with the word "weak."
"Then, why am I so slender and thin?"
Jiaxia continued talking to himself: "Because over the years, I have been compressing my body, constricting my muscles... If I release my power,
my muscles will immediately burst through the skin, gushing out crazily like water, massive muscle fibers breaking through to the size of Olympic Mountain..."
Everyone was stupefied, their hearts filled with incredulous emotions.
"Sleep, sleep, sleep..."
Jiaxia murmured, "I keep suggesting to my muscles to sleep, continuously compressing that frenzied urge to enlarge within my body, forcibly shoving it back inside..."
"Compress, compress, compress..."
"If I unleash my muscles, perhaps I would occupy the entire Olympic Mountain, sitting atop the Divine Mountain as if on a throne... My ever-expanding muscles would destroy this world."
Jiaxia chuckled, as if having treaded across the entire world, the bones in his body crackling, "This is a new realm, I have taken a half step in, but unfortunately, it’s beyond your reach."
All the besieging gods went mad, arrows, fists, and claws.
"We outnumber him over twenty times, in the same realm, no matter how strong he is——"
They all charged forward!
Jiaxia’s martial arts had reached an unimaginable realm, every move effortlessly smashing a Grandmaster with each punch.
"Kill!"
Meanwhile, his opponents went utterly berserk, a boundless number of gods and demons leaping forward, charging toward the highest peak in the center.
"Take up our weapons, choose wisdom!" Odyssey leaped forward, charging at the gods and demons.
Boom!
Jiaxia directly broke the seal.
His muscles ripped through the skin like tearing clothes!
Boom roar!
Enormous dark red muscular fibers densely covered his entire body, transforming him into a giant of fresh red muscle, with countless muscle lumps piling up, looking grotesquely deformed.
Though not as exaggerated as he described, he had transformed from a toned upright ant to a giant muscle monster the size of a coin standing on the table!!
"Die." He gazed coldly, overlooking those on the ground.
Boom!
The earth was stained with blood.
The entire surface became a battlefield for gods and demons, countless earthly beings wailing, fearing, fleeing into the underground abyss through the black holes in the sky.
The mortals watched the sky in terror, unaware of the true nature of the war being waged by the gods above.
They only felt that the combat had descended from the heavens to the underworld, leaving the entire world in ruins, the earth spilling over.
"One of the four pillars supporting the sky is broken!"
"The world is tilting!"
"This is divine punishment!"
"It’s a Divine Punishment! The God of Wisdom saw the terrible sins of the earthly beings and tilted the world, destroying all life."
They shivered and howled in the underworld.
Someone, in terror, etched this scene into stone, recording this history for distant generations:
"That day, the entire world tilted, the earth began to crack, buildings collapsed one after another, the four pillars started to crumble, people ran and howled, the god of the Divine Mountain and the demon of the underworld fought in that chaotic world..."
The people watched in horror, screamed, and stared at the sky as countless holes appeared, furious roars stained with blood fell into the abyss.
Bodies of gods and demons kept falling from the sky.
At some unknown moment, amidst the carnage, high-frequency rotating metal pierced the ground, and flames suddenly began to spread.
This world had never seen fire before, and terror spread completely.
"That day, the world was filled with light and flames, countless massive suns fell through the sky’s void, the heavens completely collapsed, suffering turned into a giant flood pouring down, mixed with fire, transforming into a sea of scorching light, burning the earthly beings, purging humanity’s sins!"
Those fleeing underground trembled in fear.
And the war on the surface... was almost over.
The battles of the strong were raced against time, shattering vital points, and close-quarter martial combat was even more so.
Fu Qingjun looked calm as he observed the entire burning table, fortunately moving away the surrounding clutter due to nurturing ants, isolated in the center, not worried about catching other items on fire and causing an outbreak.
"Luckily, there’s only a small plate of white wine on the table."
Fu Qingjun’s expression remained calm, unmoved by the table blazing away.
The table’s lifespan was short to begin with, and the smell of burning wood wasn’t noticed, as the residents downstairs occasionally burned wood to cook.
Fu Qingjun overlooked the battle on the table.
This time, Jiaxia still fought against the entire world’s siege alone, as if facing the great terror of destiny.
"I’ve broken through!"
Jiaxia softly murmured, standing alone, gazing over the expanse of earth, filled with corpses, flames roaring... after the god-demon war, only he survived.
"This is the Martial Arts Fourth Realm."
"The first three are Spirit Realm, the fourth is Divine Realm."
"Believe in oneself as extraordinary destiny, believe oneself as a heavenly god."
His voice was low, his expression complex: "What restricts our breakthrough is the inherent shackles of thought... If one believes oneself to be an earthly creature, then one can only possess their speed, muscles, strength..."
The entire wooden table ignited, and the blazing light illuminated the world.
Jiaxia’s entire being became transparent in thought, entering an unprecedented realm of clarity.
The world, like a mist, suddenly cleared, his vision became distinct.
As he raised his head again, he unexpectedly saw a gigantic ancient mysterious deity, dimly watching over the burning world below.
"It seems, the ants on the table, two-dimensional beings, began to see the three-dimensional world... Their vision has improved greatly, now able to vaguely see me."
"They have begun to see the world outside the table."
"The ant era of the world has ended."
Fu Qingjun, half a meter away, his hair sweeping around, enveloping the space, held his fair chin with a single hand, tilting his head as he gazed at the whole table ahead.
"God..."
Jiaxia gazed at the sight before the world, his palm’s swirling pattern, swirling black columns filling the sky, and that indescribably vague visage.
"Three characteristics, three-in-one... simultaneously descended."
This tall and strong form, stained with blood, slowly raised its head, its expression unfathomably complex.
Woo woo woo.
Suddenly he collapsed on the ground, as if broken, tears flowing as he looked at himself, gazing at that ancient, world-sized, unfathomable entity.