C27 Chapter 27

Defying the heavens!

In that instant, the only term Yang Chen could think of to describe his superpower was "heaven-defying."

It was simply too extraordinary!

On Earth, among all the known superpowers, none could hold a candle to his own devouring ability!

And even if they could, what of it? I'd just devour it anyway!

Once devoured, it becomes mine, making me even more formidable, right?

With this thought, Yang Chen's mind buzzed with excitement as he quietly observed the transformations within his dantian.

As the dantian expanded, the incoming spiritual energy claimed its domain, condensing into droplets that hovered within Yang Chen's dantian.

Yet, despite the expansion, it struggled to contain the overwhelming spiritual energy.

The potency of grade S spiritual energy was several times that of grade A—no comparison!

Grade A spiritual energy alone could saturate Yang Chen's previous dantian to the brim, not to mention the superior grade S.

Even doubling the size of Yang Chen's dantian might not suffice to absorb it all!

Moreover, his dantian's expansion halted after growing by half, unable to proceed further.

In a mere moment, this newly acquired space was again brimming with thick spiritual energy. Although the expansion ceased, the black light had not finished its work!

The black light detached from the dantian, shrouding the relentless influx of spiritual energy, which then began to slow under its cover.

Witnessing this, Yang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and continued to wield his power, initiating the compression process.

The spiritual energy began to merge seamlessly. For some unknown reason, the spiritual energy cloaked in black light fused smoothly under Yang Chen's command, as if facing no resistance at all.

A flicker of delight crossed Yang Chen's brow at the sight.

To have such an effect was truly incredible!

As time wore on, even the S grade spiritual energy would deplete. When the final wisp entered Yang Chen's dantian, the black light, as if its duty was fulfilled, withdrew and settled upon the black pearl.

Now, the black pearl was infused with the powers of fire, poison, and tempestuous winds.

Suspended silently at the very center of his dantian, the spiritual energy within Yang Chen was slowly taking on a new form under the relentless pressure he exerted. Eventually, a bead of spiritual energy, no larger than a mung bean, emerged. Despite its diminutive size, it radiated an aura of sheer terror.

S grade!

Yang Chen had achieved a breakthrough! He had ascended to the coveted S grade! Yet, this was merely the threshold of the S rank realm; the spiritual pills were still minute, comparable only to mung beans in size. But Yang Chen was far from covetous. Considering he had only been an Ability User for a few days, his progress was commendable.

Moreover, with his Grandmaster Body, Yang Chen had been an indomitable force beneath the Master Stage at A rank. Now, having progressed to S rank and acquired two types of Abilities, his power had surged dramatically. He even believed that he could hold his own against a newcomer to the Grandmaster Level.

And let's be clear: when we speak of the Grandmaster Level, we mean the true Grandmaster Level—not the constrained might of the Heaven Sect.

Yang Chen's eyes fluttered open to a world shrouded in darkness. The heavens were draped in a dense veil of night, with stars sprinkling the firmament and a crescent moon casting a soft silver glow upon the earth.

"Has night fallen?"

He stretched languidly, fatigue evident in his movements, and yawned. Cultivating his abilities was exhausting work. Surveying his surroundings, he noticed the once-cleaved white mist had crept back, blanketing the area anew, thanks to the unique geography of White Tiger Mountain—an inexhaustible shroud.

The formidable presence that once emanated from the carcass of the Flying Tiger was fading fast. Soon, it would vanish entirely, leaving the remains as mere sustenance for other Spirit Beasts. Such was the brutal reality of the jungle—the unforgiving law of survival of the fittest.

A flicker of sorrow crossed Yang Chen's gaze, only to vanish as quickly as it had appeared. He was no stranger to hardship, having been raised in society's underbelly, where he was no stranger to its darkest corners.

Yang Chen had witnessed murder at a young age. It was the early days of the Spiritual Qi revival, a time of social unrest when those with sinister intentions seized the chance to wreak havoc, resulting in the deaths of many innocents amidst the chaos.

Fortunately, No.98 emerged like a stabilizing anchor, bringing order to the tumultuous society of Hua Xia. It was this newfound stability that allowed Hua Xia to ascend as the preeminent nation on Earth.

Thus, Yang Chen was far from inexperienced or faint-hearted. The slice of life he'd been exposed to was significantly darker than that of the average person.

Each social stratum had its own lifestyle, and Yang Chen had carved out his own, his own circle of existence. It was this very circle that prevented him from becoming the epitome of perfection, a gentleman exuding an aristocratic air.

Yang Chen was the epitome of a lone wolf—a lone wolf who had seen through the world's cold realities.

"Why have the Spirit Beasts vanished from here?" he wondered.

As Yang Chen pondered, a voice speaking Hua Xia's tongue broke the silence. His eyes flickered, and in a flash, he was concealed in a hidden spot. Despite his formidable strength, in this unfamiliar territory, he opted for the most prudent approach.

And rightly so, for no sooner had Yang Chen departed than a cacophony of footsteps approached. Soon, he spotted four or five diminutive figures making their way to the area. As they materialized, a question surfaced in Yang Chen's mind.

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