Outside the Three Origin Hall, the Village Chief floated calmly in the air. Qingyou the Hermit glanced at him: "Fellow Daoist, you seem quite composed now, as if you have no worries about whether your disciple can pass the Three Origin Hall's trial. You seem to have full confidence in him."
The Village Chief missed the rocking chair Qin Mu had made for him and smiled: "I have great confidence in Mu'er's abilities. Although the Three Origin Hall's trial is very difficult, throughout history, many figures have entered the Three Origin Hall, and quite a few have passed its trial. Mu'er is not weaker than them."
Qingyou the Hermit's eyes flickered: "The Three Origin Hall's trial is a god deity's Three Origin, Fellow Daoist should understand its gravity. After all, you were also one of those who entered it back then."
"Weren't you as well?"
The Village Chief reminisced about the past, feeling somewhat emotional: "Back then, I chose the Heavenly Origin Breakthrough. What breakthrough did you choose?"
"Water Origin Breakthrough."
Qingyou the Hermit said: "I failed, and you succeeded. That is the reason you surpassed me."
"The reason I surpassed you is not because I obtained the Heavenly Origin Breakthrough, but because I had a more fighting spirit than you."
The Village Chief looked at him, his expression somewhat serious: "My will to fight is stronger than yours, and your ability to withstand setbacks is inferior to mine. A slight difference in character led to the gradual gap between us. Little Yujing's inheritance is actually not inferior to the Human Emperor's Hall. If your fighting spirit were stronger, your achievements would not be inferior to mine."
Qingyou the Hermit snorted, feeling somewhat uncomfortable, and said: "Heavenly Origin Breakthrough, Earthly Origin Breakthrough, Water Origin Breakthrough—what do you think the Human Emperor will choose?"
The Village Chief answered without hesitation: "He will choose the strongest one."
Qingyou the Hermit's body shook violently, revealing an expression of disbelief: "Three Origin Breakthrough?"
The Village Chief nodded, speaking leisurely: "His confidence and conviction are stronger than mine back then, and his fighting spirit is also stronger than mine. He has unparalleled confidence and fighting spirit in the world. He will definitely choose the Three Origin Breakthrough!"
"You're not worried at all?"
Qingyou the Hermit blurted out: "You also experienced this kind of trial. You should know how terrifying the Three Origin Breakthrough's challenge is! He has absolutely no chance of winning!"
"Actually..."
The Village Chief smiled, his face crinkling like a dried orange, smiling very uglily but very happily: "Mu'er is already stronger than I was back then. It's just that he hasn't realized it yet. Not only is he stronger than I was back then, but he's much stronger! The Three Origin Breakthrough, he should be able to pass it."
Qingyou the Hermit's face suddenly turned cold, and he sneered: "Fellow Daoist, I don't think it's his confidence that's invincible, but your confidence in him that's invincible! But after all, you're not from my Little Yujing, so you don't know the terror of the Three Origin Breakthrough. The Three Origin Breakthrough means facing a young god deity of the same realm as him!"
The Village Chief said solemnly: "The Tyrant Body has never lost to a divine ability user of the same realm!"
Qingyou the Hermit went crazy—it's the Tyrant Body again!
"In history, only one person has passed the Three Origin Breakthrough's trial. The one once hailed as a Saint emerging once every five hundred years in the Heavenly Demon Cult also entered the Three Origin Hall and chose the Three Origin Breakthrough. He was the only one who passed the Three Origin Breakthrough."
Qingyou the Hermit sneered: "And then he died, beaten to death by the Dao Sect and the Loulan Golden Palace together with all the righteous people of the world! After that, several people hailed as Saints also entered the Three Origin Hall. Guess whether they passed the trial? They didn't! They were beaten like dead pigs and finally carried out of the Three Origin Hall, not even entering the subsequent Five Qi Hall!"
The Village Chief was surprised: "There were such useless Saints?"
Qingyou the Hermit rolled his eyes at him impatiently and said: "This god deity is not one of those false gods in Heaven, but a true god deity. Otherwise, Xu Shenghua of Heaven wouldn't have come to stay in my Little Yujing for so long. There are many so-called god deities in Heaven. You know the difference between false gods and true god deities. A true god deity's every aspect is at the god realm, while you only have the Sword God aspect!"
The Village Chief fell silent, then suddenly smiled: "Mu'er has never lost. Losing once would be a good thing for him. If he can't defeat it, it means he hasn't tried hard enough, hasn't fully unleashed the Tyrant Body's power."
Qingyou the Hermit completely went crazy. Was there really such a teacher in the world?
"I'm very curious about this god deity's origin."
The Village Chief's eyes flickered, and he said: "I wonder if fellow Daoist can tell me about it?"
Three Origin Hall.
Qin Mu's expression was solemn. The three young god deities—actually, each young god deity would be a top-tier figure in the State of Yankang, no weaker than figures like the Dao Child or Buddhist Child, perhaps even stronger.
What was more critical was that, whether in experience or vision, the young god deities far surpassed the Buddhist Child and Dao Child. This was the most terrifying aspect.
One young god deity represented one origin. Three origins combined would be almost equal to this young god deity's strength, causing their power to soar!
The three old immortals had also encountered those who dared to challenge the Three Origin. After all, as heaven's proud figures, they naturally possessed great confidence.
However, confidence was one thing. Those who could complete the Three Origin challenge were extremely rare.
But since Qin Mu had chosen this path, they could only see how his fortune would fare.
The young god deity opposite him had no expression, like a machine devoid of any emotions. Suddenly, his power erupted, his foot moved, and in the next instant, he arrived before Qin Mu!
"His speed is on par with mine!"
Qin Mu was startled. A thunderous explosion sounded in his ears, the sound arriving after the young god deity. The rolling thunder was left behind by the young god deity!
Boom!
The young god deity threw a punch, space vibrating and thunder erupting. This was not the power of divine abilities, but the phenomenon caused by pure physical strength pushed to its extreme.
Physical divine abilities relied not on divine abilities, but on powerful physical bodies!
Qin Mu didn't dodge or avoid, meeting it with a punch of his own. Just before their fists hit, both shifted their forms, moving rapidly through the air, flashing past afterimages, avoiding each other's fists.
Qin Mu's pupils contracted sharply. The Heaven-Stealing Divine Legs of the Cripple had finally met their match.
As the world's greatest thief, his escape speed naturally had to be fast—fast enough that victims and pursuers could absolutely never catch up. Therefore, the Cripple had refined his legs to their absolute limit.
If any part of him had already become divine, it was his legs.
Qin Mu had followed the Cripple in cultivation since childhood, refining his own legs to their absolute limit. In terms of speed alone, even Ban Gongcuo was far inferior.
However, this young god deity's speed was no slower than his!
Suddenly, a loud sound rang out as their fists collided. Instantly, Qin Mu unleashed the eighth of the Eight Thunder Sound Techniques—Thousand-Arm Buddha—like a thousand-armed great Buddha, countless fists bombarding the opponent, so fast it was dazzling, making it impossible for the eye to follow!
Ma Ye's fists were praised as the fists of a Buddha!
The Buddha's realm was also the god's realm. Ma Ye's entire cultivation was in his fists. His fists were domineering and steady, yet ever-changing. Even with only one arm remaining, he was like a thousand-armed figure!
Even without using magical power, his physical strength could make his techniques more powerful than divine abilities!
When Qin Mu followed Ma Ye in cultivation, it was his most grueling time. The Eight Thunder Sound Techniques was also the martial art he had practiced with the most effort. But this young god deity could actually withstand his attacks—not only withstand them, but even counterattack!
Qin Mu roared, his aura suddenly becoming wild and domineering. The youth from the Great Ruins had inherited the wild domineering nature of the Great Ruins, fierce and savage. Qin Mu's fists suddenly incorporated sword techniques, using his hands as blades, hacking through all obstacles, cutting through all injustice. Everything standing in his way was shattered!
The Butcher's blade—a mad blade!
The Heaven Blade was that of a madman who dared to strike at the heavens. His blade techniques were those of a madman, with killing intent piercing the sky. With twin blades in hand, he dared to slay all nobles including emperors, dared to strike at the heavens, at all gods!
In the air, two rapidly flickering figures cut through the sky, the sound of clashing coming dense as rain. Qin Mu unleashed his blades madly, as if recreating the Butcher's madness of raising his blade to the sky and cursing the heavens!
The Heaven Blade—a god-like blade—was blocked.
Qin Mu's heart sank. The array patterns in his eyes spun wildly, adding four heavens to his pupils—the Nine Heavens Eye-Opening Technique!
Magical power could only be utilized to the Crimson Sky Eye level, but this was enough. The Crimson Sky Eye, Azure Sky Eye, Green Sky Eye, Divine Sky Eye—the combined effects of the four heavens' eyes made his eyes burst with five colors, while the central black pupils became even deeper. Every movement of his opponent could be captured by his divine eyes.
The Blind One's eyes were the eyes of a god!
These eyes possessed the ability to see through all illusions, all techniques, all divine abilities. They could capture every movement of the opponent, predict their next action, see through the mysteries of their divine abilities, break their divine abilities, and strike directly at their fatal points.
Just then, he saw the opponent's eyes—a completely different eye technique from his Nine Heavens Eye-Opening Technique. The young god deity's forehead split open, revealing a third eye with five stars appearing within it.
"No way..."
Qin Mu saw the light in the opponent's divine eye begin to shine—the sign of a divine eye activating its power!
The opponent was also skilled in divine eyes, but unlike Qin Mu, his divine eyes possessed corresponding divine abilities, while the Blind One had not taught Qin Mu the pupil technique divine abilities of the Nine Heavens Eye-Opening Technique!
True essence gathered in Qin Mu Mu's eyes, the layers of heavenly eye patterns becoming the Divine Sky Ring, Green Sky Ring, Azure Sky Ring, and Crimson Sky Ring.
Using his own eyes as true essence cannons was nothing new to him. He had already tested his divine eyes' power at the Qingmen Gate!
"Are you also a Tyrant Body?"
Qin Mu's eyes burned with fire: "Then let's see whose divine eyes are more powerful!"
The divine eyes of both erupted with light, five dazzling beams slashing toward each other following their line of sight, at extreme speed, leaving no room to dodge!
When the young god deity's divine eye activated, Qin Mu immediately discerned its nature. The light bursting from the opponent's eyes was five-colored, different from Long Yu's sword eyes—like five-colored divine swords intertwining as they stabbed toward him!
He had three eyes, and the arrangement of the five-colored light varied in each. The power of these three five-colored lights was definitely extraordinary!
Boom—
Two figures fell from the sky, each struck by the divine light from the other's eyes, crashing into the ground.
Two mushroom clouds rose from the earth.
Qin Mu leaped up, gasping in pain. He had used the Great Nurturing Heavenly Demon Sutra's body and qi refining method—the Nine Rotations Three Proofs Mysterious Art—to block this strike. The Nine Rotations Three Proofs Mysterious Art was extremely dangerous. When Qin Mu had first cultivated this technique, all the energy in his body had been drained, leaving him emaciated in a short time, nearly dying.
To cultivate this mysterious art, one needed sufficient spiritual pills to replenish energy. After that cultivation mishap, over the past two years, he had carefully used this technique to refine his body and purify his essence qi, having now reached the fourth rotation and second proof.
First proof: bones dense and solid. Second proof: body like iron.
Essence qi four rotations: first rotation qi like a rainbow, second like lead and mercury, third like fire dragons, fourth opening the great furnace.
Within his body, it was as if a giant alchemy furnace was hidden—round and full, with true essence blazing like fire in the great furnace, protecting his body. Combined with his body like steel and iron, this was how he had withstood this strike.
"I have the Great Nurturing Heavenly Demon Sutra—a technique passed down from my ancestors!"
Qin Mu leaped out of the pit, bounding several steps to climb a hilltop, looking toward where the young god deity had fallen. He whispered: "I don't believe you can withstand my divine eyes!"
Suddenly, his pupils contracted as he saw a figure slowly walking out from the deep pit filled with smoke and dust, gradually becoming clear.
"Not dead yet?"
Qin Mu let out a long roar, urging the Carefree Sword, only to find it couldn't be used here. He then erupted with essence qi and charged at full speed toward the young god deity: "Since I can't use my own spiritual weapons, I'll forge one!"
Outside the Three Origin Hall, Qingyou the Hermit revealed a smile and said leisurely: "This god deity is called Chongming. By a coincidence, he also comes from the Land of Carefree. Guess what his surname is?"