Ultragene Warlord

Chapter 1572: Towering Manifestations

Fang Yi's body illuminated the entire virtual realm. His aura was expansive, dark, chaotic, and rampaging; it was grand and all-encompassing. All of it stemmed from that mysterious stone.

What the stonegave off wasn't radiant light, but rather formless energy—not a curse, and instead more like an extreme sense of willpower. It felt as though there were countless figures surrounding Fang Yi, roaring and screaming in defiance.

A pair of wings formed behind him, composed entirely of lightning. Wind and storm surrounded him as lightning fizzled through the sky.

Then, he was swamped by wind and storm again. They surrounded him like a cocoon. He seemed to be advancing beyond mortal ken.

Wisps of white fog, like divine qi or like bursts of primordial chaos, wreathed around him, mysterious to the extreme.

Around him, all manner of grass, shrub, herb, and plant began to grow: some in gold, in purple, and in green. All radiated with luster.

This greenery wasn't real; it had manifested from lightning. Fang Yi was intuiting a facet of lightning that had previously eluded him.

Not only that, he could feel a strong and vibrant lifeforce around him, ensconced in the silver-dragon lotus. Not only was he undergoing a mental metamorphosis, he had gained insight from the transformation as well.

Lightning wasn't just an element that harbored immense destructive potential; it could likewise birth life and vitality.

Understanding this aspect of lightning was the key toward true mastery of the element: what came after destructive lightning was budding life.

Greenery grew rampant around Fang Yi, a breathtaking display of nature. Flowers bloomed with uncommon beauty, marked with lightning.

Then, all that greenery wilted.

The cycle repeated, lush blooms transforming into withered husks, almost like a cycle of reincarnation. Fang Yi's mastery over fate thrummed as he enacted the cycle of life, death, and rebirth fundamental to lightning. He melded that cycle with power over fate. Compared to his similar experience within the virtual realm, Fang Yi's intuition only grew stronger and deeper.

He was re-enacting the same metamorphosis that had occurred to deepen his intuition.

Finally, the greenery all vanished. Metal appeared before and behind Fang Yi. Golden spears pointed toward the heavens.

Then, they began to resonate, gleaming and crackling with energy.

Fang Yi broke out of the cocoon, a golden spear manifesting in his hand, combining gold-attuned genetic energy and lightning. He thrust the spear toward the void in a huge wave of genetic energy.

The spear thrust generated boundless strength, enough to pierce through the veil of the realm and leave it in tatters. It possessed both the sharpness of steel and destructiveness of lightning, and seemed to be able to destroy anything in its way.

Then, Fang Yi sat down calmly and sat cross-legged on the ground, his spear gone.

He was struck by inspiration—this pinnacle of control, of mastery, over gold-attuned energy that would allow him to defeat all foes lying before him.

Wind and storm merged into a cohesive whole, forming another cocoon around him that made him look extraordinary.

Wisps of chaos surrounded him.

Fang Yi continued his metamorphosis. He had made tremendous gains, especially in the domain of lightning.

Fluid gushed down around Fang Yi, a pale-blue, crystal-clear liquid in which fishes swam. It was filled with vitality, bubbling and vivacious.

Incredibly, this wasn't actually water, but liquid lightning.

When Bu Wentian saw what was happening to Fang Yi, he immediately teleported Fang Yi into a private trial chamber so that Fang Yi wouldn't destroy his base.

There were plenty of treasures that Bu Wentian was storing in his base, after all, as well as ongoing research about the dimensional realm at large.

More of the blue fluid emerged, forming a stream, a river. Fang Yi sat in the middle of the river and allowed it to rush past him.

The river and waterfall together formed an expanding lake which grew into an underwater world, breathtakingly beautiful.

As Fang Yi pointed a finger forward, all that blue fluid suddenly began to bubble, to course where his finger directed it.

This was a frightening strength, the fourth transformation of lightning after fire, nature, and metal—fluid.

Yang Ze was displaying a strange phenomenon of his own. Divine fog surrounded him.

Greenery sprung up where he lay, glowing and glittering with light.

A sea surged, crystalline and swarming with fish. It was filled with vitality, bubbling and vivacious.

Space tore apart a rift like a cross-section of glass.

Around Li Feng was divine fog, and by his side grew bountiful greenery in white and silver and gold, all formed of light. The greenery didn't exist in reality; it was formed of light-attuned genetic energy. He too had intuited a form of vitality.

It was fortunate that the three hunters were cultivating in isolated trial chambers. Each metamorphosis was accompanied by manifestations of incredible strength that would have shocked the world and roused the attention of the Ancient Gods' Abode and Eternal Sun.

On Zhou Ying's chest, the image of a bug pupa appeared.

The bug had attached itself to Zhou Ying's soul and been brought into the dimensional realm with her.

However, it no longer had a physical body, only a mental one. Zhou Ying could control it completely.

Her body radiated with light as she underwent a metamorphosis. A giant tree manifested around her, shining and splendid.

Zhou Ying transformed into the visage of a tree. The sun and the moon shone on the tree in turn. In the daytime, the tree's leaves were jade-green, filled with natural energy and vitality, like a tree of life.

In the nighttime, the tree's leaves turned black, like a ghost tree that would have been planted in the netherworld. Its branches were like claws, ghastly, frightening, and steeped in the aura of death. Many tendrils suddenly grew out of the tree and flew around like tentacles. A large eye opened up on the tree trunk; onlookers staring at the trunk at any angle would feel as though the eye were looking at them.

Bloody roots appeared, flowing like blood, extending within her body, rooting within her flesh: a sinister transformation.

The tree turned from green to black, from vitality and natural energy to death.

Her flesh squirmed, as though every bit of her body were coming to life.

As life and death transformed into each other in turn, her mind likewise evolved. After every cycle of life and death, her body seemed to be forged anew.

She opened her eyes, which were lustrous and endowed with preternatural depth. Her left eye had turned blue, and a tree of life had taken root there. Vitality and natural energy shone from it. Her right eye had turned dark gray, and a ghostly tree had taken root there. Her heterochromic vision was a sign of her advancement and understanding of life and death itself.

The sun and moon shone; celestial phenomena appeared.

Zhou Ying grew far stronger than before.

Sun Mengmeng had obtained the fewest benefits from the tournament. Despite having gained a partial evolution via consuming a bug monarch, the insight was incompatible with her cultivation. Despite repeatedly considering it in detail after her return to the dimensional realm, she was unable to extract the unimaginable benefits she had been hoping for.