Chapter 011: Transformation of the Sun-Devouring Divine Ape
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The Sun-Devouring Divine Ape Transformation
Zheng Peng crashed down with a thunderous force, triggering the Five Peaks Prison Suppression Array. Five towering, majestic mountain shadows emerged, their centers shrouded in swirling mist. Upon each mountain, a single grand character appeared.
Suppress! Suppress! Suppress! Suppress! Suppress!
An invisible, overwhelming power descended from the void, pressing mercilessly upon Zheng Peng. Not only did it weigh on his body, but even his internal spiritual energy and divine consciousness were sealed, making their circulation arduous. His thoughts slowed, his mind dulled under the force.
Yet Zheng Peng showed not a hint of fear. The vertical eye at his brow spun, and he launched a fierce punch into the empty air beside him.
Boom!
A shockwave erupted. The operation of the Five Peaks Prison Suppression Array faltered for an instant, and Zheng Peng seized the opportunity. His figure flickered, swiftly darting toward the valley.
“Suppress!”
Suddenly, a soft but commanding voice rang out. Zheng Peng’s movement was halted in place, his shoulders bearing a weight as if he carried mountains, nearly forcing him to his knees.
“Good!” he shouted, forming seals with both hands, a cold gleam flashing in his eyes. “Sun-Devouring Divine Ape Transformation!”
In the blink of an eye, dazzling spiritual light burst from his entire body. He transformed, becoming a fierce giant ape over three meters tall. Rising with indomitable spirit, his massive fists hammered the heavens.
“Break for me!”
The giant ape spoke in human tongue, flames swirling around him, appearing as a primordial beast descended from antiquity. The five mountain shadows quivered, the array trembled. In the ape’s hands, spiritual light flashed, and a black iron staff appeared.
He wielded the staff, unleashing a storm of shadow strikes, overturning earth and sky, violently breaking the array as he moved toward a key node.
Strength overcomes skill!
Zheng Peng broke the suppression with brute force, using his eye technique to pinpoint the array’s core. The combination made breaking the formation not difficult.
Just then, a red-and-white, serpentine sword light flew into the array. The blade fluctuated, shimmering and flickering, darting through the storm of staff shadows like a lively fish.
Suddenly, the sword’s radiance surged, stabbing toward Zheng Peng’s brow!
Clang!
The giant ape, Zheng Peng’s transformed form, raised his iron staff and blocked the strike with uncanny precision.
The red-and-white flying sword trembled, then split into nine blazing sword lights, bursting forth like fireworks, enveloping the giant ape.
Each sword light was swifter than lightning, elusive and ethereal, targeting the ape’s vital points.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
A rapid series of metallic clashes resounded. The giant ape whirled his iron staff, intercepting every attack with precise movements.
In the span of a breath, the flying sword and iron staff clashed nearly a hundred times!
Such adaptability was astonishing. Even Zheng Peng, transformed into the giant ape, broke out in cold sweat; had his technique not been so marvelous, allowing him to duel within mere inches by instinct, he would already have fallen to the sword.
“Suppress!”
With another soft command, the array’s suppressive force surged again, pinning the giant ape.
The ape struggled to break free, but the red-and-white sword light suddenly circled his throat!
Flames erupted from the ape’s body, his head rolling to the ground.
Yet in the next instant, spiritual light flashed, the ape vanished, revealing Zheng Peng’s figure. A distinct blood mark appeared on his neck, but his life was spared.
Behind him, a yellow talisman burned to ash.
He touched the blood at his neck, his expression grave.
“If not for the death-substitution talisman bestowed by my ancestor, I would have perished just now... Why is this array so powerful, even surpassing the clan-guarding formations of some Dao Foundation families?”
He rolled aside, transforming again into the Sun-Devouring Divine Ape, gripping his iron staff as he rushed toward another node.
Outside the array...
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Pang Yue retrieved his flying sword and stepped into the array. As he walked, his form grew larger. Golden light shimmered across his body; his height broke one meter, then two, three, four... When he halted, he had become a golden giant, his body inscribed with crimson-gold Dragon Elephant True Talisman, shining brilliantly.
The Ultimate Form of the Dragon Elephant Subduing Fist!
“Suppress!”
The giant ape was halted once more. The golden giant flashed, appearing beside the ape, unleashing a punch.
In the blink of an eye, the giant ape broke the suppression with all his might, his iron staff raised against the golden fist.
Boom!
The ape was knocked backward, the black iron staff in his hands resounding thirty-three times before shattering.
A supreme magical artifact—destroyed.
The golden giant pursued relentlessly.
“Suppress!”
The ape’s backward flight was halted, pinned again by the array’s force.
He raised both arms in defense.
The golden giant punched, striking both arms.
Boom!
This time, the giant ape was blasted out of the Five Peaks Prison Suppression Array like a cannonball.
Thirty-three waves of overwhelming force crashed upon him. The ape trembled, spiritual light flickered, protective artifacts shattered one after another.
At last, the ape spat blood, transforming into a giant azure bird, wings spread wide in flight.
At this point, he realized he had been ensnared in a trap.
The Dragon Scale Fruit was bait, Dao Foundation third-level cultivators lowered his guard... then came the strange suppression array, peerless swordsmanship, and the despair-inducing physical cultivation!
“His strength absolutely exceeds three million pounds!”
Zheng Peng was well aware of his own power. In his Sun-Devouring Divine Ape form, one strike reached three million pounds; no peer in physical cultivation could match him.
But that golden giant’s strength clearly surpassed three million pounds!
Broken arms!
Damaged organs and meridians!
And the precious death-substitution talisman lost!
The cost of this encounter was immense.
“Who is plotting against me?!”
Zheng Peng fled desperately, calmly analyzing.
His Sky Roc Transformation excelled in speed; he was confident the pursuer would not catch him.
But...
At the corner of his vision, a red-and-white sword light flashed.
In the next instant, the world spun—he saw his own transformed body...
Disaster!
In a fleeting moment, Zheng Peng vaguely understood.
Thunder rumbled at last.
It was the sonic boom caused by the sword breaking the sound barrier.
Sword Qi Thunder...
With despair and unwillingness, Zheng Peng’s consciousness fell into darkness.
The red-and-white flying sword paused, revealing Pang Yue’s figure.
He collected Zheng Peng’s storage pouch, summoned a fire to reduce Zheng Peng’s corpse to ashes, scattering them to the wind.
“Now... perhaps I can enjoy a few days of peace?”
Pang Yue sighed and returned to Dragon Scale Island.
...
“Sky Roc Visualization Chart”
“Sun-Devouring Divine Ape Transformation”
“Heaven-Overturning Staff Technique”
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These were the three cultivation methods found in Zheng Peng’s storage pouch—especially the Sky Roc Visualization Chart and the Sun-Devouring Divine Ape Transformation, both likely equal in rank to the True Flame Demon Talisman.
Additionally, forty-five thousand spirit stones.
Three supreme magical artifacts.
Nineteen types of elixirs...
Countless miscellaneous items.
As the saying goes, murder and arson bring golden belts.
In this period, from the three tribulation cultivators to the Golden Flood Dragon demon and Zheng Peng, Pang Yue’s wealth grew explosively.
Among Zheng Peng’s elixirs, three were for breaking through realms.
Pang Yue immediately tried them. After a bout of cultivation, he felt the barrier between Dao Foundation third and fourth realm loosen further—just one more step, and he could break through, ascending to a new level!
...
Two years later.
Dragon Scale Island, cultivation chamber.
Pang Yue let out a long sigh, finishing his cultivation.
Two years had passed, yet his realm remained at Dao Foundation third level.
Resigned, Pang Yue studied the Zheng clan’s legacy, cultivating both the Sky Roc Visualization Chart and Sun-Devouring Divine Ape Transformation to improve his aptitude.
There were benefits: his meridians and dantian expanded further, his spiritual power tripled compared to two years ago, and its circulation speed increased many times over.
But the bottleneck remained.
The path of cultivation is like a staircase, but for Pang Yue, upon reaching the third level of Dao Foundation, the subsequent steps seemed to have been removed.
From third to fourth level, the gap became an insurmountable chasm.
In the memories of the original master, Taoist Xu, there were many cultivators trapped for decades in a single realm, making no progress!
Across the ages, how many have sought the Dao?
How many have attained the Primordial Spirit?
Even achieving the Golden Core was a rarity of one in ten thousand!
“Perhaps... it’s time to attempt breaking through with a cauldron. I wonder if Qin Shuyi has advanced to Dao Foundation yet...”
Pang Yue accepted his current state calmly. With three years left in his task, he no longer intended to focus solely on cultivation, but to relax and enjoy himself.
Alchemy, artifact refinement, talisman crafting... and the many hobbies of his predecessor, all to be revisited.
By now, the Dragon Scale Fruit trees bore over a hundred fruits, still green, though their fragrance already wafted in the air.
The surrounding sea’s demon beasts had long been slaughtered by Pang Yue; only a few lesser beasts remained, gathered together, yet blocked by the array and unable to approach.
One day, a jade tower ship sailed from the horizon.
“Dragon Fairy, this should be the place you mentioned,” said Xu Wen, leader of the Five Friends of Bamboo Mountain, pointing at Dragon Scale Island.
“Yes, I never imagined the outer sea would be so vast. We’ve sailed for two years to finally arrive,” Dragon Ying’er remarked with emotion.
In these two years, she had become close with the Five Friends of Bamboo Mountain.
All five had dual-cultivated with her, bringing her great benefit.
The Five Friends themselves were late-stage Dao Foundation cultivators; with their help, her cultivation soared, breaking through to the ninth realm, equal to Xu Wen.
The Dual Cultivation arts of the Joyous Union Sect were renowned throughout the Eastern Sea, passed down for tens of thousands of years, perhaps tied to their unique path of cultivation.
Dragon Ying’er’s beautiful eyes were deep and mysterious. Her long gown danced in the wind, revealing slender, graceful legs beneath the hem—like the finest work of art.
The Dragon Scale Fruit was of great significance to her.
Everyone knew Joyous Union Sect cultivators were not adept at combat.
But to improve her strength, Dragon Ying’er had trained in a body-tempering technique requiring immense physical fortitude. Mastery of this art would not only compensate for her combat shortcomings, but also aid her cultivation and lay the foundation for breaking through to the Golden Core.
And the Dragon Scale Fruit was the key to advancing this method!
The jade tower ship anchored at the outskirts of the archipelago. The six aboard, confident in their abilities, flew directly into the island, entering the array.
In the past two years, due to Zheng Peng, Pang Yue had added fifty Dao Foundation demon beasts to strengthen the Five Peaks Prison Suppression Array. Its power now surpassed its former glory.
Soon, the array erupted with the sounds of battle.
After a short while, silence returned.
Pang Yue, holding six storage pouches, returned to his stone courtyard.
It was time, once more, to open the storage pouches...