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Chapter 1571: Runic Immortal Sword

No one in the universe had ever heard of Zhang Lie or Team Zenith, not even rumors about them. They seemed to have arisen straight from thin air. It was clear that someone was deliberately hiding their identities.

That said, all they had to do was catch the claimant and question him.

However, Bu Wentian feigned ignorance regarding every question they asked. In addition, the supreme forces could hardly interrogate him by force in public.

The Cup was meant to be fair and equal to all competitors, after all.

In the end, they decided to tail Bu Wentian and follow him around. Surely that would reveal where Zhang Lie and Team Zenith had come from, and where they were based.

However, they were all caught by surprise. Bu Wentian wandered all around the universe after claiming the flower of universal life, without showing any sign of heading back straight away.

But the supreme forces were patient and had a surfeit of manpower.

They were more than happy to continue tailing him until he ultimately led them back to Zhang Lie and Team Zenith.

Meanwhile, Zhang Lie and Team Zenith were deep in cultivation. All sorts of strange manifestations appeared in the various trial chambers as the hunters underwent metamorphoses.

Fog gathered. Golden runes glowed brilliantly as they crashed into each other with tinkling noises, as though they were notes of some divine music.

The golden runes had been brought back from the stone forest and giant palace, imprinted in Sun Xiaowu\'s mind.

Sun Xiaowu sat cross-legged as the runes hovered around him, smashing his bones. He bore with the intense pain as the runes granted him their golden light. The rumbling of thunder could be heard within his body as golden light bathed his limbs and bones, shrouding him in radiance.

The golden light was like a scorching flame. Despite the overwhelming temperature, Sun Xiaowu stood still and motionless as the golden runes branded themselves on his skin.

Sun Xiaowu\'s bones cracked. He shuddered in overwhelming pain as the golden runes seeped into his very bones.

His body sizzled and cracked as his bones were pulverized further as blood seeped out of his skin, carrying trace impurities from his mind along with it.

Their bones continued to grind against each other, turning into powder.

This was a frightening scene to behold. Considering the extent of the destruction, if anything untoward were to happen, their mental avatars could be ruined for good.

Then, even his skull began to fragment, crack, and turn to powder.

With his bones shattered, the blood seeped even more quickly out of his skin, carrying the impurities of his mental avatar along with him. The blood turned black; new, fresh, pure blood would be created within his body as it was reforged.

Golden light bathed him, refining blood, flesh, and bone.

The golden runes transformed into natural law that smelted his body, fully obliterating bone in preparation for reconstruction.

Finally, Sun Xiaowu\'s body shone with even more intense light, blood-colored as impurities streamed out. What remained of his body was weakened and febrile.

His bones gleamed with radiant light. The faint golden sheen that they had given off turned bright gold.

His blood bubbled and took on the form of small cauldrons, bells, divine swords, and so on.

The gold-attuned energy of divine armament seeped out of his soul and surrounded him.

The cauldrons, bells, and swords that manifested from his blood and flesh likewise emanated from his genetic energy, majestic and magnificent, boundless in strength.

Runes glimmered in Sun Xiaowu\'s body. Cauldrons emerged from his flesh, endless in number, frothing like blood, flowing and replacing the runes, a sinister transformation.

Then, Sun Xiaowu\'s own body radiated with light. Cauldrons formed over every inch of his flesh, protecting him. He himself seemed to transform into a cauldron that resonated with the essence of his cultivation.

The next moment, Sun Xiaowu\'s genetic energy transformed again. Inscriptions formed along his blood, flesh, and soul, all in the shape of swords.

His aura grew sharp beyond measure. He raised a hand and a leg, his very body like a sword oriented toward the sky.

Countless tiny swords flowed along his body like blood.

Then, the tolling of bells could be heard from his body as the swords transformed into bells. The resonant bells flowed over and within his body.

Sun Xiaowu had gained a large number of ancient relics and imbued spirituality and sword energy from the ancient hall in the virtual realm.

What he had gained proved instrumental and crucial in the fight against the eighth Immortal King.

From the looks of it, the imbued spirituality and sword energy were not only infused into Sun Xiaowu\'s body, but even imprinted on his soul, allowing him to bring them out into the physical world. The weapons that had melded into Sun Xiaowu\'s flesh intended to conquer the world in conjunction with him.

Sun Xiaowu was undergoing a continuous transformation. With the runes in his body turning into swords, there would be nothing he couldn\'t slice apart. His entire body might as well have transformed into a sword in his own right.

Meanwhile, when the runes transformed into bells, he boasted a shocking defense as if he had transformed into a huge bell himself. He was able to emit sound waves that disoriented his enemies and caused them to quake.

The runes transformed time and again. Each rune seemed to be composed of manifold weapons; the runes stacked on top of each other in dense layers, so intricate they could not have been made by a human hand.

The runes propagated endlessly, each transforming in an intricate fashion independent of the others, a masterwork in fine precision and control.

Sun Xiaowu had invited the wills of the swords and relics from the ancient hall into his body, which had formed the runes that were fundamental to his cultivation. They would be comrades-in-arms linked by Sun Xiaowu\'s body itself, and he intended to give them at least the freedom to change their forms at will.

With the runes firmly imprinted on his body, Sun Xiaowu began to evoke transformations on a large scale as he familiarized himself with the intricacies of the runic script. Ultimately, after what seemed like an endless series of transformations, Sun Xiaowu was able to transform into a cauldron, a divine sword, a pagoda, a bell... and all manner of other fundamental forms besides.

He opened his eyes wide. A bell tolled deep within his eyes; a sword slashed down; a cauldron released chaotic energy, manifesting natural law and arcane will.

The sun and moon shone; celestial phenomena appeared.

Sun Xiaowu\'s pupils transformed into runes that lit up natural law and resonated with the will of the world, a sure sign that he had managed to attune himself to the laws and will of the universe.