My Informative Cultivation Life

Across from him, Yang Ji was equally astonished. His physical body had been refined to an exceptionally powerful state, comparable to an Immortal Artifact, indestructible, yet when facing Mo Wudao, he had not been blown apart but merely suffered broken bones instead.

The strength of Mo Wudao's Demon Body was at least the strongest of its kind that Yang Ji had ever encountered.

Mo Wudao, as the genius of the Heavenly Demon Clan, the descendant of the Demon Ancestor, was indeed powerful.

"Demon God Domain!"

Mo Wudao let out a furious roar, and endless Demon Runes surged from his body, branding into the void, evolving into a black cage.

The Demon Runes isolated the breath of the outside world, carving out an independent space in the void. Within this Demon God Domain, Mo Wudao was the supreme War God.

Yang Ji looked up and in the blink of an eye, found himself trapped within a pitch-black cage.

In this domain, everything that met the eye was darkness, with streaks of black Demonic Qi, like lightning, constantly flashing across this space at such speeds that they were almost impossible for the Divine Sense to capture.

Whoosh!

A concentrated stream of Demonic Qi rushed past Yang Ji, sweeping across a corner of his sleeve, instantly turning it to ashes, dissipating into the void.

"Hmm? This Demonic Qi actually carries some breath of the Demon Ancestor..."

Yang Ji was a bit startled; this black lightning-like Demonic Qi was so terrifying that it surprised him.

"You are very confident, and very arrogant!"

Seeing Yang Ji standing his ground, Mo Wudao's body surged with Demonic Qi, a powerful oppressive force immediately filled the space of this domain.

"Do you think you can defeat me with this kind of domain?"

Yang Ji smiled, his face still calm, revealing no other emotion.

It had to be said, Mo Wudao's Demon God Domain was very formidable, but if he thought he could suppress Yang Ji with such power, he was still lacking somewhat.

"Why don't we try and find out?"

Mo Wudao didn't say much else, then directly took action. The countless strands of black Demonic Qi swirling around him shot out towards Yang Ji.

The overwhelming lightning Demonic Qi emitted terror-inducing fluctuations, with each strand powerful enough to extinguish a True Immortal, possessing immense power.

Yang Ji stood within the Demon God Domain, with no chance of escape because within this domain, Mo Wudao's lightning Demonic Qi was omnipresent.

"Hmph!"

With a cold snort, a terrifying force emitted from Yang Ji's palms, interwoven with death.

Rings of the terrifying Laws of Death spread out from Yang Ji's palms, protecting his stance so securely that not a drop could get through.

As soon as the lightning Demonic Qi encroached, it was annihilated, extinguished.

Seeing this, Mo Wudao's eyes darkened, realizing that the Death Seal was far too powerful, almost capable of killing all forms of energy and substance, and could withstand his attacks even within his own domain.

The intertwining Death Seals allowed Yang Ji to remain untouched by all spells, even within the opponent's domain he still moved with ease.

"I refuse to believe I can't suppress you."
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Mo Wudao's eyes turned icy, the murderous intent emanating from him peaked, and his Demon Body began to display emerging Demon Runes.

Power of the Great Dao was gathering, each Demon Rune radiating dazzling black light before branding into the void from Mo Wudao's Demon Body.

The Great Dao Demonic Runes emitted an eternal Demonic light, branding towards Yang Ji, each one a trace of the Great Dao, wrapped in Dao power.

"This is interesting!"

Yang Ji was amazed; such a technique could certainly suppress an ordinary top-tier True Immortal, because on these Demon Runes, he felt a strong pressure.

The entire power of the Demon God Domain was drawn by numerous Great Dao Demonic Runes, all pressing down towards Yang Ji, with Mo Wudao employing his ultimate method, vowing to suppress Yang Ji.

"Come on, then!"

Yang Ji, solemn, continued to counter with his palms, interpreting myriad laws.

In no time, countless Great Dao Demonic Runes surrounded Yang Ji, the Dao power vast, with each rune emitting a dazzling black light, pulling the power of the Great Dao, aiming to refine Yang Ji.

Yang Ji sensed danger, but remained fearless.

"Refine!"

Seeing Yang Ji suppressed, Mo Wudao's confidence surged. This was his final trick; if he could not suppress his opponent, then he had no other options.

"This level is still not enough!"

Yang Ji's voice remained calm, without a trace of tension, making use of the Power of the Great Dao, which he could also wield, since he had mastered twenty-seven Great Daos.

His body resounded with the sound of wind and thunder, then emitted dazzling divine light, with waves of Great Dao energy bursting forth from him.

"What? Ten Great Daos... You've actually slain ten Dao Calamities?"

When Mo Wudao sensed the waves of Great Dao energy, his expression suddenly changed.

At that moment, Great Dao Divine Runes began to emerge from Yang Ji, which were the Dao Runes he had cultivated.

Dao power surged, with Dao rhythms winding around him, turning Yang Ji into a vessel of the Great Dao, as if he had merged with it.

"I am the Dao, and the Dao is me, how can you suppress me?"

Yang Ji had become the embodiment of the Great Dao, reinforced with endless Dao Runes, and his punching power surged forth mightily.

Boom!

The two Dao powers collided; the Great Dao Demonic Runes could no longer advance an inch, blocked by Yang Ji's punching power. As Yang Ji circulated Dao power, formed Dao traces, he contended with Mo Wudao's Great Dao Demonic Runes.

At this time, Yang Ji entered a mysterious state, displaying his peak power.