Chapter 18 - Wutian’s Rise

Chapter 18 - Wutian's Rise

Inside the Grand Arena, everyone was still in shock at Ella's strength earlier. However, since she hadn't moved for almost two days, their attention shifted to Wutian—the seemingly unmatched genius whose battle experience surpassed their own. Many were amazed by his skill and cunning.

Yula, who had no interest in Wutian, kept her gaze fixed on Ella and Olivia. Her expression was warm, showing no concern for the people around her. Meanwhile, in a private room, a merchant from the 70th Heaven and his daughter were still stunned by what they had witnessed.

"Father, that girl is a true genius, there's no doubt about it. I've already used an artifact to identify her realm... It seems she's still in the Primal Nexus Realm," the young woman said in disbelief. She felt embarrassed for dismissing this heaven as insignificant. Seeing a true prodigy before her eyes made her regret her earlier words.

"I know. This girl has a limitless future. We need to invest in her and contact her parents. I'm sure they won't resist a generous reward—one that doesn't exist in this domain," her father said with a nod.

He understood that helping such a prodigy grow would bring immense benefits to their reputation. With her limitless potential, she would forge countless connections, strengthening their business in ways they could never achieve alone.

"Prepare a gift for this girl when she leaves the Secret Realm. As for the Demon Emperor's reincarnation, he's too weak now to be a threat. If he resists, we can crush him with a flick of the hand."

They shifted their gazes back to Ella, seeing in her the future of a true powerhouse—one destined to shake the God Realm itself.

Meanwhile, Wutian was still being chased. He ran, appeared briefly, and then killed off lesser gods one by one, further infuriating his enemies.

Though thousands now pursued him, Wutian remained unafraid. He had a plan—to sacrifice them all to his formation. The only thing that truly concerned him was the person he suspected had entered the Secret Realm.

For three days, there had been no movement from that individual, but Wutian remained cautious. Occasionally, he would show himself, provoking the lesser gods further while secretly searching for Olivia. However, the girl had mysteriously disappeared, leaving him confused.

"That girl probably ran because she thought I failed to rob them. Sigh... I suddenly feel embarrassed to think I would care about impressing a woman."

Wutian sighed, regretting not securing Olivia in his harem. He had wanted her as his first wife, deeply attracted to her innocent nature. Unlike others, Olivia was honest, kind, and pure—qualities Wutian found irresistible.

"It's such a shame to give up on that girl... I need her. I will definitely make her my wife," he thought to himself.

But first, he needed to grow stronger.

Determined, Wutian scattered his aura deliberately, drawing the attention of his pursuers once more.

Hours passed, and thousands of lesser gods gathered—some from wealthy families, others simply eager to see Wutian dead.

"Wutian, you bastard! Today, you die!" one of his pursuers roared in rage.

Hearing this, Wutian smirked and said, "Come, come! Even if ten thousand of you come at me, none of you are a match for me—Wutian!"

His arrogant grin only further enraged his enemies. Many had already fallen to his hands, and though injured, Wutian continued to evade and kill, making them feel utterly humiliated.

"Wutian, surrender now! If you don't, my family will wipe out your entire bloodline!"

A young man in luxurious robes declared his family's intent with elegance, as if he had already sealed Wutian's fate.

At this, Wutian burst into laughter. His eyes turned terrifyingly cold, his pupils glowing with a deep purple hue, symbolizing the cruelty within him.

"Family? Hahahaha!"

His voice was filled with disdain.

"I, Wutian, who have transcended Absolute Forgetfulness, can erase unnecessary memories at will. As a former Demon Emperor, I will once again surpass myself, rising with those I have chosen. Parents? They are nothing more than insignificant existences. In the future, I will burn everything and become the sun of this domain!"

His decree resonated through the air. Thousands of lesser gods shuddered, his words striking fear deep into their souls.

Some trembled, but others refused to back down.

"Shut up, Wutian! Your tricks won't work! You're going to die, so stop blabbering!"

A bloodshot-eyed cultivator snarled, having suffered greatly at Wutian's hands. Seeing his opponent cornered, he urged the others forward.

"That's right! Why should we be afraid? Wutian is only in the Primal Nexus Realm! Against thousands of us, he doesn't stand a chance!"

The crowd roared in agreement.

But Wutian simply smirked and coldly declared, "Now, let's fight. I want to see just how much confidence you truly have."

With that, he charged into battle, clashing with thousands of lesser gods of similar strength.

"Shush!"

Wutian kicked one opponent away before unleashing all his techniques, barely lasting ten breaths against the overwhelming numbers.

"Heaven-Dominating Fist!"

He threw a punch, obliterating four of the weakest enemies. However, the sheer numbers were still too vast. Even as a reincarnated big shot, Wutian lacked a stable foundation and relied on formations to boost his power by ten percent.

Though not enough, this was all within his expectations. His true goal was to scare and provoke them, luring in even more enemies.

After four days, he had successfully gathered ten thousand lesser gods, including three Inferno Realm gods who had joined the hunt.

Seeing this massive crowd hovering around him, Wutian's excitement surged.

"Hahahaha! Inferno Realm is within reach!"

He sat cross-legged, activating his cultivation method to prevent backlash.

"Heavenly Rebirth Sutra!"

As the heaven-defying technique activated, his aura turned crimson, releasing unbearable heat. This self-created technique defied logic itself, pushing its user into pain so excruciating that even gods would rather die than endure it.

For Wutian, however, this was nothing. As a former Demon Emperor, he had long grown accustomed to pain.

The lesser gods around him watched in confusion.

"What the hell is this bastard doing?"

But before they could react, the formation activated.

Suddenly, agony filled the air.

"Ahhh! My body is burning like hell!"

Screams erupted as their souls were forcibly pulled from their bodies, drawn toward Wutian.

His cultivation surged at an insane speed.

Hours passed, and the thousands of lesser gods were reduced to pure energy, their bodies disintegrating into natural essence, feeding Wutian's advancement.

"Crack!"

A crackling sound echoed as Wutian stood at the verge of the Inferno Realm.

The three Inferno Realm gods desperately resisted, but their bodies and souls were devoured.

With their refinement, Wutian's soul grew even stronger.

Finally, his body broke through, his skin replaced with something stronger, flames dancing around him.

His advancement was complete.

"Inferno Realm... achieved."

With a satisfied smile, Wutian began stabilizing his realm.

Meanwhile, in the Grand Arena, furious roars and cries erupted. Their genius descendants had been refined into fuel for Wutian's power, igniting a rage that would shake the heavens.