Chapter Fourteen: Triple Divine Powers

The entire space was enveloped in white divine radiance, leaving the human warrior nowhere to hide. He clenched his fists and struck his chest with force, unleashing a mysterious shockwave. Every strand of white divine light touched by this ripple shattered, yet only a small portion was dispersed—much more surged forth, forming a sea of light.

The sea of light engulfed him, making his dark silhouette stand out vividly within the brilliance. Though insignificant in size, he never wavered. When the light receded, his body reappeared; the once pitch-black skin was now marked with streaks of purple patterns.

“Dual physical enhancement!” Zhou Tian exclaimed in surprise. Although he did not cultivate himself, his foundational education afforded him some understanding of such matters.

The Three Treasures Realm was among the most pivotal stages, allowing one to develop three unique divine abilities, which would accompany them for life and grow in power as their strength increased. Through the study of countless predecessors, the technique of combining divine abilities was discovered, but it required that the abilities be of the same attribute and type. For example, in that sixty-win match, the thunder-wielding contender possessed offensive abilities of the lightning attribute, which could be fused for greater potency. His opponent, though of the earth attribute, could not combine his abilities, as one was defensive and the other offensive.

To develop two identical abilities was to achieve dual divine powers, and this would multiply their strength—not merely a sum, but a tenfold amplification, an exceedingly rare occurrence. Such power could not be attained by talent or resources alone, but depended on chance.

The human in the arena clearly possessed two physical enhancement abilities, resulting in the “purple markings,” a phenomenon that only appeared when one’s physical body reached an extraordinary level.

“Haha…” Zhou Xun Chuan laughed proudly. “Keep watching,” he said, as if anticipating more surprises.

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The human in the arena frowned slightly, his aura surging. Runes appeared across his skin, and the sparse purple patterns gradually spread to cover his whole body. His physique was strengthened to a terrifying degree; merely standing still caused the space around him to crack like glass.

Yet this was not the limit. Now fully purple, he let out a low, furious roar. Behind him, a hundred-meter-tall figure appeared—also purple, solid and muscular, radiating boundless might. This was his manifestation!

The Celestial race fighter had already paled. What was happening? The match had barely begun and the other was already unleashing his ultimate technique—such things were not supposed to happen so soon.

But there was no time for reflection. Golden energy surrounded the Celestial’s body, his wings turning gold. A solid golden wing manifested behind him, spanning nearly a hundred meters, vivid and lifelike. Divine golden light flowed through each feather.

“Ah!”

With a roar, the human’s colossal avatar soared into the air, shattering the ground beneath and revealing the grand array underneath. He clenched his fist; there were no extravagant phenomena—just the simple force of a punch. As it struck, the sky fractured like glass.

The Celestial, wrapped in golden runes, shot upward. Behind him, the golden wings folded, their edges razor sharp, transforming into a weapon of strange design.

The golden wing slashed at the purple giant, leaving only a shallow white mark. The giant roared, grabbed the golden wing with both hands, and with a powerful tug, a crisp sound rang out as the wing shattered, dissolving into a rain of light that faded from the world.

The Celestial spat blue blood, his face as pale as paper, and collapsed toward the ground. Before he could land, a spatial ripple flashed, and he disappeared mid-air—the arena had determined he could no longer fight.

All this happened in an instant; the battle was over before it had truly begun.

Zhou Tian looked at Zhou Xun Chuan in awe. “Triple physical enhancement divine ability—Third Brother, your judgment is exceptional.”

Zhou Xun Chuan was delighted, surprised that his favored fighter had ended the battle so decisively, giving him great prestige. “I watched the arena for a long time before discovering such talent. Even Father will envy me for this. Enough talk—I must go recruit him! Tian, see you next time…” And with that, he hurried off with his guards.

Zhou Tian shook his head and smiled, turning to Tian Ling, who still hadn’t recovered. Only when Zhou Tian waved his hands before her eyes did she snap out of it.

“A spectacular battle, wasn’t it?” Zhou Tian said.

“Mm,” Tian Ling nodded, her gaze still somewhat vacant. She lowered her head. “It was indeed spectacular, unlike anything I’ve seen in our Hao Tian Sect.”

What shocked her most was not the battle itself, but the attitudes of Zhou Tian and Zhou Xun Chuan. Zhou Tian was composed, but Zhou Xun Chuan was strikingly aloof; his expression never wavered during the fight, as if he were watching two ordinary people quarrel, not two masters of the Manifestation Realm. He cared nothing for the outcome. His joy at the end was simply because the winner had earned him prestige before Zhou Tian.

If not for her status as Zhou Tian’s fiancée, Zhou Xun Chuan might not have even glanced at her.

“All right, let’s go. There’s nothing else worth watching here today—let me show you something else,” Zhou Tian said.

“Mm,” Tian Ling nodded, still distracted.

Zhou Tian didn’t dwell on it, assuming she was lost in the aftermath of the battle. He naturally took her hand and led her away.

Tian Ling resisted briefly, then let him lead her.

Outside the arena, their carriage awaited. They boarded and departed…

Time passed swiftly, and by evening they had returned to the Prince of Qin’s mansion.

Through the afternoon, Zhou Tian had taken Tian Ling on a tour of the imperial capital, ending with a meal at Dancing Sky Pavilion—a feast of holy beasts, made from saint-level ingredients. Zhou Tian, ignorant of spiritual energy, could only savor the taste, while Tian Ling ate so much that her whole body glowed, drenched in sweat, her clothes nearly transparent. The sight captivated Zhou Tian, who silently resolved to bring her again—even if the meal cost nearly a million spirit stones.

Their relationship had grown closer through the day. Since the imperial marriage decree, they were destined for marriage, and both were trying to accept one another.

Tian Ling’s face remained flushed from the evening meal; after escorting her to her quarters, Zhou Tian hummed a tune as he returned to his own room.

Meanwhile, just as Zhou Tian arrived at the Prince of Qin’s mansion, a message finally escaped the imperial city after countless hardships, bearing only five words:

“Zhou Tian is still alive!”