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Chapter 48: Nothing is Impossible!

Boom! The thunder spear struck the ground.

The thunderous roar was like Wang Yang's galloping, endless and dazzling, with flashes of lightning, stirring the heavens and flooding the earth, incredibly terrifying.

Wherever it passed, the earth turned scorched. The traces of the grand hall were completely obliterated unless there were protective formations.

The entire Imperial palace would have been destroyed by more than half under such power.

Even in his peak state, Bei Chenheng would not necessarily be able to withstand this strike.

With absolute confidence in this strike, Bei Chenyong remained cold.

Despite not reaching Saint realm, he had absorbed the strengths of not only his eight sons but also some geniuses he had collected over the years.

In secret, these people cultivated the Devour the Heavens and Swallow the Earth Divine Art, and in the end, all became his nourishment.

With the accumulated cultivation of countless individuals, he was invincible among his peers.

"It's over," Bei Chenyong's voice was icy.

Even so, he remained unrelenting, with flames of rage burning in his chest, and demonic flames dancing all over him, resembling an ancient ferocious beast about to choose someone to devour.

"My path to becoming a saint has been cut off. It would be too easy to die… huh?" Bei Chenyong raised his hand and grabbed amid the thunderstorm, but strangely, there was no reaction.

What's going on? He frowned.

According to reason, Bei Chenheng should be dead.

Why was there no response when he wanted to capture his soul?

Could it be that…  

Bei Chenyong had a suspicion.

Did his previous strike disperse the opponent's soul?

The likelihood of this was low.

He knew very well the power behind his strike just now.

Regardless, the soul should have remained.

Something was amiss.

Bei Chenyong squinted, his gaze piercing through the thunderstorm, trying to see what had happened.

Before he could comprehend the situation, a figure walked out of the thunderstorm as if strolling in a leisurely garden.

"How is this possible!" Bei Chenyong's brows furrowed, a trace of disbelief flashing in his eyes as he said in a deep voice, "You actually didn't die?"

"I have disappointed Imperial father," Bei Chenheng, still looking old, spoke with hands behind his back, stepping up the stairs.

Each step released a sound like a mountain cry and a tsunami.

His True Qi resonated, and his blood and qi, like wolf smoke, pierced the high sky, dispersing the clouds in all directions.

From his position, the center of the entire Great Yin Dynasty's luck seemed to be attracted, converging from all directions.

Above his head, it formed a vortex, pouring down like a waterfall.  

"Son has said before, Imperial father has been on this throne for five thousand years. It's time to abdicate and pass it on!" Bei Chenheng remained unhurried.

With each step, his aura grew stronger.

The cultivation he had lost was rapidly recovering. 

Body Refining Realm!

Vital Energy Realm!

…  

Heavenly Phenomena Realm!

Holy Lord Realm!

Saint!

…

Boom! 

As the final step descended, Bei Chenheng stood before Bei Chenyong.

He gazed directly at his father, his eyes devoid of emotion, and a terrifying aura swept out from his body.

The authority of a Saint, suppressing heaven and earth.  

Bang! 

The terrifying force surged forward.

Bei Chenyong felt as if struck by a heavy blow. His body trembled, then turned pale.

He was sent flying, crashing through countless palaces, raising a cloud of dust.  

Bei Chenyong lay amidst the ruins, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to stand, his disheveled hair hanging over his shoulders, giving him a somewhat hysterical appearance.

"Impossible! No! It's not possible! I've painstakingly planned for thousands of years, yet I haven't become a Saint. The techniques you cultivated are incomplete, with no follow-up. How did you become a Saint before me? This is not right…!! You've even abandoned your cultivation. Why have you become a Saint?!"

Bei Chenyong was on the verge of madness.

His lifelong pursuit ended in vain, and his own son, like a chess piece, leaped out of the board.

Not only that, he reversed the roles of player and piece.

This transformation made him almost spit blood.  

"In this world, nothing is impossible," Bei Chenheng turned around.

At this moment, he looked resplendent, with a youthful appearance despite being over twenty.

A handsome young noble of a turbulent era!

Becoming a Saint extended his lifespan by thousands of years, rejuvenating his middle-aged appearance.

As long as the Great Yin Dynasty persisted, he could enjoy everything a Saint Realm had to offer, including an extended lifespan.

"This must be wrong!" Bei Chenyong's voice was hoarse.

After a moment, he abruptly lifted his head, staring intently at Bei Chenheng. With difficulty, he squeezed out a few words.

"The Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method!"

In the past, the secret technique of the Great Li Dynasty was renowned worldwide.

The Great Yin Dynasty coveted it after annihilating the Great Li Dynasty, but despite their exhaustive search, they found nothing.

Until Bei Chenyong ascended the throne. He had also searched but found nothing.  

Today, the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method appeared in his son's hands!

"Give it to me! Hand over the Borrowing Luck to Become Saint Method! What do you want? I'll give you anything!" Bei Chenyong staggered forward, desire flickering in his eyes.

After the hope of becoming a Saint was shattered, a glimmer of dawn emerged in his heart.

"I want…" Bei Chenheng's lips curled into a cold smile. He calmly said, "Imperial father to go and accompany Imperial brothers!"