Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1428: You Have the Right

Possession of a stone of starlit fate was akin to having multiple additional lives. Each stone would tremendously improve a cultivator's regeneration, and the primordial essence that it represented was a perfect catalyst for evolution.

Such stones were, undoubtedly, artifacts of immeasurable value, and it was precisely because of these stones that the Stargods had survived for eons.

The spectators were in an uproar. Many shouted; their cries filled the air, not just because the stone of starlit fate was precious, but also because the two cultivators were about to resume their fight.

"It's just a stone. So what?" Fang Yi said calmly. He marched forward. Strands of his hair fell to his chest and back. His eyes shone brightly; he held his body in complete confidence.

"Your ignorance shall be your doom," Xing Yu replied, voice ice-cold.

His body radiated with light as he recovered to the peak of his power. He began to glow, clearly having transformed from before.

"Oh? Something's wrong. Xing Yu's undergoing... some sort of metamorphosis?" Even the Stargods were shocked, let alone the other spectators.

As though sensing something wondrous, the Stargods stared avidly at Xing Yu as the transformation occurred.

A shocking event took place. Xing Yu's back glowed with silver radiance like an active volcano, shocking the heavens and dissipating all clouds in the vicinity.

A pair of silver wings appeared behind his back, large and lustrous, glowing with holy light. The silver radiance that emanated from them formed what seemed like the endless cosmos.

"Starlit Wings!" one of the Stargod elders shouted.

Xing Yu's body gave off a tremendous ruckus, the sound of his flowing blood. The aura that it gave off was sufficient to cause some of the spectators to stumble.

A pair of draconic horns grew out of his forehead, shining as brightly as the stars and giving off radiance comparable to his gorgeous silver wings.

"And Starlit Horns!" Another Stargod elder spoke up, one with immense advancement in cultivation.

The next moment, patches of runic armor appeared over Xing Yu's body, shining with light. They were formed from ethereal runic script with no physical presence.

"And even divine armor—to think he would have evolved to this extent!" Many of the Stargod elders were simultaneously shocked and overjoyed.

Then, they relaxed. There was little to worry about now. They sat back and watched the battle play out.

"This is the legendary Stargod transformation?" Many of the spectators had initially been confused, but they quickly understood what was going on. The legend of the Stargod race suggested that those among the Stargods blessed with the stones of starlit fate who possessed overwhelming talent would be able to resonate with the stones and effect further evolutions of sorts.

Some might acquire the Starlit Wings, the Starlit Horns, and even divine armor that would allow them to take on the universe.

These transformations were collectively termed the Starlit Legend.

Allegedly, that undefeated Stargod from ages past manifested the whole suite of Starlit Legend transformations.

Since then, however, those who were able to resonate with the stones of starlit fate to such an extent had been few and far between. Whenever they emerged, however, they were sure to boast exceptional strength.

The Stargods were shocked beyond belief to see one of their legends come alive once more.

"Die!" Xing Yu proclaimed. His armor glowed with divine radiance as he charged forward at an enemy whose strength even he recognized.

"As strong as you might be, you're only recapitulating past glory. Allow my spear to end the Stargods' legend once and for all!" Fang Yi shouted, calm and cool even in the fact of Xing Yu's abject strength.

Too calm, in fact.

The spectators viewed Fang Yi's insouciance with disbelief. Was he that confident in his own strength?

A bell tolled as another wheel of time formed at his back, the twenty-fifth in all. Bolstered by the tremendous power of spacetime, even Fang Yi found it difficult to control his augmented strength. His body was trembling.

The time had come.

"You're strong enough to warrant this technique of mine."

The wheels of time to Fang Yi's back began to resonate. Temporal energy rippled around him. Fang Yi stood motionless, immobile as a mountain, as his spear broke through the constraints of spacetime and returned to the static world of gray.

"[Spear of Fate]!"

In that world of frozen time, he was the only spot of color within. Wind and storm combined and crackled at the tip of Fang Yi's spear, imbuing it with sharpness and penetrating strength beyond measure.

Fang Yi compressed that energy again and again, until even the space around the spear started getting sucked in. The tip of the spear punched through space as though it were nothing more than paper.

The chaotic energy imbued within the spear activated, gushing out around Fang Yi.

The combination of elemental, chaotic, and spatiotemporal energy at the tip of the spear multiplied the strength of Fang Yi's attack beyond what should have been possible.

Golden threads surrounded wind, storm, time, and space.

Fang Yi combined [Born of Lightning, Swallowed by the Wind], [Tiger's Howl, Dragon's Bellow], [Heaven's Judgment], and the power of karma—wind, storm, time, space, chaos, karma.

All these sources of energy were stacked together, like buff after buff.

A dragon of purple lightning and tiger of green wind, shielded by a barrier of time and shrouded by black spatial energy, slowly began to manifest. Storm winds were sucked into the mix.

The power of his strike transcended both of its constituents, time and karma.

The strike touched the notion of fate, that all things were predetermined in the long, winding river of time.

The combination of wind and storm, spatial force, void lightning, time and space, karma and fate—all of it combined into a hurricane. The nine different kinds of energy stacked on top of each other and were refined into a cocoon.

As Fang Yi infused more and more of his own energy into the attack, the energies morphed into threads of nine different colors that began to separate.

The void lightning combined with the spatial rift that was forming and tore apart the space around Fang Yi.

Against the ninefold confluence of energies, even the reinforced high-dimensional space seemed liable to collapse. The manifold energies merged and tangled with each other, space and time, wind and storm, chaos and fate, the beginning and the end. Fang Yi sent a stream of each type of energy swirling and corkscrewing around the tip of his spear.