174: Vision Manifestation

Xiao Ruobai's entire body's blood Qi completely transformed into a brilliant golden color, like liquid Divine Gold flowing in his veins, emitting boundless vitality and Supreme majesty.

His bones emitted a continuous crackling sound, as if divine gold was being reforged, and Dao patterns were forming naturally.

His skin was as smooth and lustrous as jade, yet beneath it lay terrifying power capable of shaking mountains.

His Divine Soul expanded and solidified at an unprecedented speed, and his perception of various energies and rules between heaven and earth became incredibly clear, as if a thin veil had been lifted from the entire world in his eyes.

Fang Hanyu's transformation was even more subtle and astonishing.

All of his Chaos Sword Qi was completely absorbed into his body, and his entire being became simple and unadorned, as if merging with the surrounding Void Realm, his Aura ethereal and profound.

However, his Sword Heart was as bright as a mirror, reflecting the essence of all things, and his understanding of the Dao of the Sword ascended to a whole new level.

Every inch of his flesh and blood seemed to have been thoroughly refined by the most primal Chaos Qi, containing an indescribable resilience and potential, as if he himself was a Dao Sword nurtured in Chaos.

Grand phenomena naturally manifested!

Behind Xiao Ruobai, a vast illusion of an ancient battlefield unfolded, not illusory, but carrying a vast and profound historical Aura.

Battle flags fluttered, and illusions of gods and demons stood tall. A golden War God illusion, towering to the heavens, condensed. His Battle Intent was not violent, but transformed into a glorious Divine Might that suppressed all heavens and protected all living beings—the War God Descending to the World phenomenon!

Around Fang Hanyu, space seemed to return to the primordial point of undifferentiated Chaos, a misty Grandmist.

Within it, an Innate Sword Light, seemingly born at the beginning of creation, quietly emerged, silently piercing through Chaos. The clear and turbid separated, Yin and Yang were born, evolving into scenes of the creation and destruction of earth, water, fire, wind, and all living things.

Finally, all phenomena converged and returned to the seemingly faint but infinitely potential Chaos Sword Seed within his body—the Chaos Creation phenomenon!

The immense pressure naturally emitted by the two peerless phenomena in the limited space within the tower clashed and collided, causing the Tongtian Pagoda to hum.

The ancient runes on the tower walls lit up on their own, with flowing auspicious light, fully stabilizing the space, as if even it could not completely withstand this power.

However, the anticipated mutual destruction did not occur.

Under the subtle pull of the enlightenment tea's Dao Rhyme and the Origin Qi of the Innate Spirit Marrow, the two great phenomena actually began to merge!

That golden War God illusion took a step forward and stood majestically within the primordial void of unseparated Chaos!

His towering Battle Intent and Chaos Qi intertwined around him, not only not repelling each other, but complementing each other, further increasing his Aura!

And that wisp of world-opening Sword Light, like an agile Dragon, danced around the War God, cleaving open the Chaos before him and evolving the heaven and earth, as if paving a Supreme stage for his conquests!

The might was heaven-shaking, the profoundness of the Dao Rhyme, and the vastness of the power far surpassed a single phenomenon, seemingly containing infinite possibilities and the prototype of Supreme combat power, shocking to the heart!

"Phenomena merging! Grand Dao resonance!"

Ling Qiong's Divine Soul trembled as he watched, exclaiming in shock.

"This... is this the prototype of the legendary Supreme phenomenon?! Their two Daos, one of extreme combat and one of Chaos Sword Intent, can actually be so perfectly compatible and complementary?! Heavens..."

The last trace of arrogance in his heart, stemming from being a Half-Saint, completely vanished. His reverence for the potential of Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu reached its Peak, and he became completely devoted.

Wang Xiaopang was pressed into a corner by the grand phenomena and the merging Dao Rhyme. His chubby face was pale, and his blood Qi surged, but his small eyes were wide open, staring intently at the 'Chaos War God Creation' image, trying to comprehend the faint trace of indomitable Battle Intent and Chaos True Intent flowing within it.

The spiritual power in his Purple Mansion boiled frantically, and his Bottleneck loosened violently. Taking advantage of this opportune moment, with a soft 'poof' sound, he naturally broke through to the Late Stage of the Purple Mansion!

While circulating his cultivation to resist the pressure, he shouted in ecstasy in his heart: "I've hit the jackpot! I've hit the jackpot! I can even break through by leeching off Big Brother and Second Brother's phenomena! Fat Master, I am indeed a Genius!"

The grand phenomena lasted for a long time before slowly receding, like a hundred rivers returning to the sea, finally perfectly integrating into Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu's bodies, becoming the most solid and dazzling part of their Heavenly Human Realm Foundation.

They continued to absorb and refine the remaining vast Spiritual Qi and Origin, their Auras gradually becoming condensed and restrained, yet appearing even more profound and vast, like an abyss or a sea.

After a long while, Xiao Ruobai and Fang Hanyu opened their eyes almost simultaneously.

Divine light was contained within their pupils, as if star rivers flowed, Chaos was created, and Battle Intent lay hidden.

Their Auras were as deep as the sea, a world apart from before their Breakthrough.

The Heavenly Human Realm was achieved!

Moreover, relying on their unparalleled Foundation and the support of massive resources, they firmly stood at the Peak of the Early Stage of the Heavenly Human Realm upon their Breakthrough, only a step away from the Middle Stage!

The space within the tower gradually returned to calm, with only the faint sound of pure Spiritual Qi flowing.

Wang Xiaopang looked at his two brothers' successful Breakthroughs, feeling delighted, as if he could already see his wonderful future days of swaggering around.

Unable to sit still, his small eyes began to dart around, and soon they landed on the ancient teapot Xiao Ruobai had casually placed aside.

Inside the pot were the already steeped enlightenment tea leaves, and about half a pot of clear, golden tea.

A faint, yet still captivating, lingering tea fragrance drifted into Wang Xiaopang's nose.

Although this fragrance was not as strong as before, to him, it was still an irresistible temptation.

"Gulp!" He swallowed hard, his chubby face filled with longing.

He first peeked around like a thief at Fang Hanyu, who was in meditation, then cautiously approached Xiao Ruobai, lowering his voice, with a hint of flattery and anticipation, he asked:

"Big Brother... that... the remaining tea dregs and tea in the pot... you see... it's a waste... can... can Fat Master... uh, no, can I, your little brother, have a taste?"

Xiao Ruobai glanced at Wang Xiaopang, then at the teapot, seemingly seeing through his little scheme, but he didn't mind. He merely nodded faintly, signifying his tacit approval.

Then he closed his eyes again, continuing to stabilize his cultivation.

Upon receiving his Big Brother's assent, Wang Xiaopang immediately beamed with joy, as if he had received some great favor from the heavens.

He carefully picked up the teapot, first aiming the spout at his big mouth. With an extremely practiced flick and tilt of his wrist, he precisely poured all the remaining golden tea inside, not a single drop left, into his mouth.

He even smacked his lips, still unsatisfied, savoring the aftertaste that filled his mouth with saliva and cleared his mind.

Ling Qiong's soul body fluctuated again as he watched, wailing internally: "This is enlightenment tea! I can't even smell the tea properly! This fatass actually gets to drink it!!!"

After drinking the tea, Wang Xiaopang was still not satisfied. He then extended his chubby fingers into the pot and carefully dug out the few tea leaves that had already unfurled, their color slightly faded but still with Dao patterns flowing.

He treasured them, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing them with relish, a look of immense satisfaction on his face.

Ling Qiong could no longer bear to watch and turned away in indignation, his soul shadow dimming a few shades.

Wang Xiaopang chewed the tea leaves, an expression of immense satisfaction on his face, as if savoring the most delicious delicacy in the world.

However, a moment later, the satisfaction on his face was gradually replaced by a strange bewilderment.