Chapter 2400: Qiankun Finger
Ye Futian’s figure appeared there as well. He stood below the shadows of the Great Emperor, looking like the descendent of a god. As he closed his eyes, divine light flared from his body.
At this moment, the stars of the celestial skies all started shining simultaneously. Ye Futian’s projection appeared on every single one of them. It was as if he existed everywhere at the same time.
“If I attack, then there’s no going back. Senior, are you sure you want this battle?” A voice echoed the void, resonating with the skies. Ye Futian’s might exerted great pressure on all of the Ziwei Segmentum. He could sense Fang Ru’s power and knew that normal attacks would likely not affect him; the only way was to use the might of the heavens in his attack.
Divine lights swirled around Fang Ru. He raised his head, looked at the celestial skies, and said, “Do it.”
Great Emperors were akin to gods—they could not be provoked. Even someone as strong as Fang Ru would be powerless before a Great Emperor. However, he was only facing the will of Ziwei the Great and not the Great Emperor himself. Regardless, he still wanted a sense of how powerful the might of a Great Emperor would be.
At this instant, the Splendid Vista World behind him expanded dramatically. It seemed as if it was turning into an actual world. Below the starry skies, a small world appeared. When this small world manifested, it started reeling in and swallowing the powers of the Great Paths of the world. In the vast, boundless space, it was as if everything was resonating with the small world.
Hum! Just then, endless divine lights started streaming down from the celestial skies, converging below Ye Futian. There, a supreme Sword Will started to form, giving rise to a divine sword that contained the might of the skies.
This divine sword seemed to be capable of slashing the skies open.
“Merging all of the celestial stars into one to form a divine sword,” someone said. The cultivators all looked up in shock. The previous Lord of the Imperial Palace met his demise under an attack similar to this. While Fang Ru’s power was nearly immeasurable, could he really endure such an attack?
No one would know.
After all, one could see how powerful Fang Ru was based on his attack just now, but there was no way of knowing his full power at this point.
Booom! Terrifying sounds could be heard ripping through the skies. The super-sonic blasts caused the air to tremble. Below, countless people from the Ziwei Segmentum looked up towards the celestial skies. They saw the might of the skies forcing downwards together with the projection of Ziwei the Great. The divine sword was before the Great Emperor, slashing out as if it was wielded by the gods. The Great Paths were collapsing, crushed, and were ultimately torn into fragments. Deep, terrifying cracks appeared; it looked like an omen before the entire world, falling apart.
Yet even then, the divine sword was entirely unaffected. All of the gashes that appeared in the Great Path couldn’t stop the ray of light from the sword. It continued to travel down the turbulence of cracks and gashes. It was unstoppable. Even escape by using the power of the Great Path of Space wouldn’t be possible, as space itself was collapsing as well.
An attack on this level had already exceeded the physical limits of the Void Realm. Atop the skies, it was as if a crack had appeared, slashed open by the divine sword.
“Being able to receive an attack of the Will of Ziwei the Great is an honor,” Fang Ru said as he looked up. “However, even though he was a supreme being in the past, he had already passed and shouldn’t continue to exist in this world. The greatest of this time should belong to this era.”
His voice was humble yet arrogant, overflowing with an endless might of domination. When he raised his arm, it was as though all the powers of the world started flowing towards him and converging onto his arm. At this moment, Fang Ru’s body flared magnificently. He looked like a divine frame, unparalleled in the mortal world.
As he amassed unmatched power on his arms, countless divine lights started flowing towards his fingers. The divine lights flickering and erupting from his fingertips were more potent than the sharpest blades the world had ever seen.
“Qiankun Finger!”
In the distance, Old Demon Tuntian, who was standing beside Yu Sheng, said, “Fang Ru created the legendary technique, Qiankun Finger, on his own. It’s extremely powerful.”
“Going up against the Starry Divine Sword of Ziwei the Great with a single finger?” a Demonic Cultivator beside him said softly, unable to conceive what he had just heard. Although Fang Ru had made a name for himself thousands of years ago, it did not justify how he could be so confident.
Old Demon Tuntian’s voice sank as he said, “Didn’t you sense the power contained in that single finger? The stars in the sky were crushed. This finger contained the power of the universe, and he had condensed his full power into it. While the attacks before this were all spread out, the true ultimate Qiankn Finger would look like this, concentrated at a single point. Once it erupts, its power would be able to fill up and destroy my Black Hole Whirlpool, which is said to be able to engulf the skies.” He rated Fang Ru extremely highly. Even in his generation, there were only a handful of cultivators who had reached this level.
Yu Sheng and the other Demonic Cultivators were shocked by the comment. They all knew how terrifying Old Demon Tuntian’s Power of Devouring was; it could literally devour everything, including celestial stars. Yet he just said that this one puny finger, upon eruption, would be able to fill his Black Hole Whirlpool capable of devouring all matter.
“Every cultivator in this world has their own methods of cultivation. The cultivators of the Infinite Palace are skilled with the infinite, endless, and boundless. But some people are skilled with the concentration of power instead. Imagine two attacks with the same weight. Do you think it would have more explosive force when it has the magnitude of a mountain or that of a rock?”
Old Demon Tuntian continued as he watched the two attacks in the skies nearing each other, “On top of that, the Qiankun Finger isn’t as simple as condensing and releasing the power of the skies. It was said that the Qiankun Finger contained a small world, compressing the power of a whole world into a micro world, operating based on some mysterious law. It seemed to be compressing an endlessly large supreme mythical matrix into one finger. When it erupts, its power will be unmatched.”
As he spoke, the might of the celestial skies continued to force downward; even they could feel the power despite it being so high up.
The projection of Ziwei the Great descended with the divine sword as Fang Ru was pointing to the sky with one finger. It was as though the two attacks weren’t even on the same order of magnitude. At this moment, Fang Ru looked so small and vulnerable; it was as though he would be crushed by any attack at all.
But at the instant when the two attacks really came into contact, the cultivators’ visions were filled with a blinding light of obliteration which had erupted and deluged the skies, blocking out everything. The celestial stars were crushed and exploded in a massive chain reaction. Even the divine sword—the power of which was nearly unimaginable just moments ago—was disintegrating bit by bit. As the blast continued upwards, stars from even further out in the galaxy were obliterated as well.
Many people couldn’t see what was happening as the blinding light flared in the skies. Yet, when the light finally faded away, they saw that the divine sword had disappeared.
Atop the skies, the projection of Ziwei the Great was still there, and so was Ye Futian. However, his aura was precarious, and he was shaken to the core.
Below him, Fang Ru was blasted down from the skies, and his aura was equally unstable. His posture was also not as straight as before.
“The might of Ziwei the Great… It is indeed as powerful as legend says. But, it was only the Will of a Great Emperor after all—not an actual Great Emperor,” Fang Ru said to Ye Futian, who stood in the skies. “And this wasn’t your own power either, so you can’t show me the true divine power!”