Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1561 - 1552: Thunder Clap

"Buzz..."

The void trembled violently, and Mo Wangchen’s body appeared within the Third Heaven.

In an instant, an infinite and immense pressure descended upon him from all directions.

This pressure was at least several times stronger compared to the Second Heaven.

Even Mo Wangchen, having just arrived, couldn’t help but breathe a little heavier due to the presence of the pressure.

"Phew!"

After a moment, he slowly exhaled, adapted to the pressure, and then scanned his gaze around.

In the Third Heaven, the number of divine statues here was even fewer than in the Second Heaven, only two hundred.

Currently, fewer than a hundred people had entered the Third Heaven, so Mo Wangchen wasn’t too late.

He could use this time to try to find the location of the third style of the Infinite Sword Technique.

"Not much time left, only two days, must hurry."

He muttered to himself, having stayed quite a long time in the Second Heaven. In two more days, everyone else within might have also moved up.

"Whoosh!"

With a fall of words, he directly took a leap. In this Third Heaven, Mo Wangchen’s cultivation returned to the Third Stage of the Ancient God Realm, his original realm.

In relative terms, he could let loose much more here.

He no longer feared encountering the Ancient Fierce Beasts here, as Mo Wangchen confidently believed he could easily solve these troubles now.

Same as in the Second Heaven, he headed to the nearest divine statue to try to perceive the divine art it held.

This time, Mo Wangchen’s target was clearer. He sought only the third style of the Infinite Sword Technique, nothing else.

He spent an entire day traveling to over twenty divine statues, but unfortunately, none of the teachings were the third style of the Infinite Sword Technique.

Finally, on the second day, after tirelessly seeking for half a day, he found a divine statue on an absolute peak.

Like in the First Heaven, this statue stood with a sword, and after trying to perceive it, Mo Wangchen finally confirmed that the third style of the Infinite Sword Technique was indeed here!

He sat down cross-legged, beginning to perceive.

The Infinite Sword, three styles to reach the sky. According to the information Mo Wangchen received, the profundity of this third style was several times superior to the first and second styles, meaning the difficulty of understanding the third style would be much greater.

He couldn’t guarantee that he’d surely manage to comprehend it within seven days.

Mo Wangchen thought if by the seventh day he still hadn’t succeeded, he’d leave the cushion, uncertain if this would prevent entering the Fourth Heaven.

Of course, this is provided he truly couldn’t comprehend the third style within seven days. Maybe, with some luck, he might succeed?

"Still need to be wary of the Tianlan Saint Heir, this person revealed murderous intent to me upon leaving the Second Heaven."

Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, muttering, not that he feared the opponent, possessing a Divine King Body, he was nearly undefeatable, the first physique of the Three Pure Realm, a Ji Family bloodline, the same as the ancient overlord Jade Emperor.

In Mo Wangchen’s view, the so-called Reverse Life Bloodline of the Tianlan Saint Heir was nothing remarkable.

If it came to a real fight, what would he have to fear?

Let alone, the numerous trump cards he accumulated over the many years?

In a battle of the same realm, Mo Wangchen had absolute confidence to slay anyone!

He sat cross-legged before the divine statue, perceiving for three days. Gradually, Mo Wangchen’s brows furrowed tighter because he found that after three days, he could only explore the entry level of the third style of the Infinite Sword Technique. Truly comprehending it in seven days was simply not enough.

"Buzz..."

On the fourth day, as Mo Wangchen continued to perceive the sword technique, he suddenly seemed to sense something, slowly opened his eyes, and looked toward the ancient staircase leading to the mountain top.

There, he felt a powerful aura slowly approaching.

Sure enough, moments later, Mo Wangchen saw six figures advancing side by side on the ancient staircase, stepping onto the peak.

Each of these six carried a mighty aura, their eyes looking at Mo Wangchen with a cold glint flashing within.

"People from the Northern Region..."

Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes because among these six, he recognized three as the ones from that night, besides Chen Han and Wen Yuanfei, who tried to strike against Saintess Yunxi.

All were top talents under the Northern Desolate Saint!

Aside from these three, the other three were all the same.

Mo Wangchen could feel that these six who came now definitely had genuine cultivation at the Third Stage of the Ancient God Realm, not boosted by the Third Heaven.

Outside, possessing cultivation of the Third Stage of the Ancient God Realm almost qualified one as a top talent of the four regions.

Even among All Saints, most people’s strength was only at the Fourth Stage of the Ancient God Realm.

"Mo Wangchen, you are afraid you’ll have no chance to step into the Fourth Heaven."

Among the six, a white-clothed man stood out, named Wu Qiyue, Young Master of the Northern Desolate Ancient Martial Wu Family, looking at Mo Wangchen with cold indifference.

"Tianlan Saint Heir sent you to kill me?" Mo Wangchen’s face remained unfazed, even appearing calm, curiously asking.

"You have continuously slain our Northern Desolate Pride. Even if the Saint Heir doesn’t speak, we must kill you." Wu Qiyue said.

Mo Wangchen laughed coldly, disdainfully looking at them, "Where is the Tianlan Saint Heir? I’ve been in this Third Heaven for several days. He doesn’t come to kill me but sends you six. Is it that he dares not fight me in the same realm?"

"You think too highly of yourself."

Wu Qiyue’s expression was stern, sneering as he continued, "To kill you, why would the Saint Heir need to act personally?"

Mo Wangchen shook his head, calmly said, "If he doesn’t come, even with you six, you can’t kill me."

"Arrogant!"

Before Wu Qiyue could say anything, a brocade-clothed man behind him stepped forward, "Do you really think you are invincible in the same realm? If we six join forces, if we can’t kill you today, what face do we have to walk the world later?"

"What face do you have?" Mo Wangchen sneered.

"This person is overly arrogant, don’t waste words, just crush him, and settle accounts after the assessment." Another man snorted coldly.

With a fall of words, the six arranged their bodies orderly, surrounding the path ahead of Mo Wangchen tightly.

"Buzz..."

In the next moment, Wu Qiyue’s hand held a golden bow, the bowstring was surrounded by purple thunder light, seemingly capable of releasing a thunderous strike.

"Thunder Clap!"

He drew the golden bow full circle, divine power condensed into a stunning arrow, his eyes glinted as he shot it toward Mo Wangchen.

"Crackling!"

The arrow was like a rainbow, imbued with thunder power, shattering and disintegrating the space it passed through.

PS: I might have to go out tomorrow, will be home late, fearing I can’t make it, so I’m writing this Chapter ahead.