Urban Supreme Wild Son-in-Law War God

"Die!"

Ye Ling bellowed furiously, unleashing a blade beam of white light that slashed down like a dragon, tearing through the air and carrying with it an astonishing sense of majesty.

"Swoosh!"

As the blade beam descended, a raging wind wrought havoc, a destructive force surged forward, sweeping everything before it into dust.

Where the fierce wind passed, it left a deep crater, and around the crater, fierce cracks spread out unceasingly.

Caught in the tempest, Ye Ling's body wobbled, eventually falling to the ground with a thud, his eyelids heavily drooping as he completely lost consciousness.

With that strike, Ye Ling had exhausted all of his strength, especially because he had been burning his soul power. His spirit was worn to the limit, and now all he desired was rest.

Even though Ye Ling's physical body lay unconscious, his consciousness seemed to drift into a profoundly mysterious state, as if floating into a strange world.

In this world, there were countless Ye Lings, each of these selves engaging in mutual slaughter, relentlessly chasing and attacking one another, none yielding to the other.

Ye Ling stood still, his brows furrowed in a dilemma. He felt a sense of familiarity mixed with a hint of strangeness.

"All of you, stop right there!"

Suddenly, an angry roar echoed in Ye Ling's mind, intermixed with boundless rage.

Ye Ling was slightly taken aback upon hearing the shout, and he carefully surveyed his surroundings.

It seemed to be a forest, and right in front of the woods, a figure sat cross-legged on a stone, glaring at everyone before him.

"Why are there so many people who look exactly like me here?"

"Who exactly are they, and why do they all possess my power?"

Ye Ling muttered to himself with a frown, as his mind was filled with questions.

But then, one of the Ye Lings suddenly soared into the sky, his long sword thrusting straight into the chest of another who looked just like him.

Ye Ling quietly observed everything that was happening.

Subsequently, the impaled person swayed, their energy rapidly declining as if they might breath their last at any second, yet they persisted stubbornly, gripping the long sword, their face filled with an unwillingness to concede.

Just then, an overwhelming surge of momentum burst forth from the person who resembled Ye Ling, filled with unwillingness and resentment.

This momentum, like that of a primeval titan, instantly suppressed the power within Ye Ling, and it continued to escalate. Ye Ling felt as if he had been trapped in a quagmire, unable to move.

What in the world was happening?

Ye Ling's pupils constricted; thoughts raced through his mind when suddenly, an epiphany struck like a bolt of lightning, clearing his confusion—he had realized the truth!

To stand after breaking! So that's it!

The so-called standing after breaking meant that one must continuously overcome themselves, constantly battle and temper themselves, and relentlessly kill their enemies. Only by doing so could one grow stronger.

Moreover, one must be willing to exhaust their very last bit of strength to dare attempt this; otherwise, should one fail, it would genuinely be the end.

"To stand after breaking!"

"Without destruction, there can be no construction!"

Ye Ling grinned, finally understanding why his cultivation had improved so rapidly—the reason lay right here!

To construct without destruction is to constantly challenge oneself, to invoke one's most formidable strength, and to elevate oneself.

And in this process, one's spiritual power and spiritual energy would continuously strengthen.

If a regular Qi Cultivation Stage martial artist is the weakest in the initial years, after a few years, they absolutely would not be weaker than an ordinary Foundation Establishment Stage martial artist, and might even challenge those of the Foundation Establishment Stage across levels.

Moreover, as one's strength increased, the aura emanated from the body would also grow stronger.

Of course, the most important thing was, each time danger was encountered, his potential was also being stimulated.

This unbending resilience was precisely what one must experience to break through to the Saint Realm. While strength was important, temperament was even more so; otherwise, it was easy to be led astray and take extreme paths.

"Without destruction, there can be no construction... Without destruction, there can be no construction!"

Ye Ling murmured softly, his eyes slowly closing as the power within him surged. He felt his spiritual power growing more and more robust, his heartbeat becoming more and more vigorous.

In the distance, the figures of Ye Ling seemed to have received some call and orderly returned to Ye Ling's body, which gradually became translucent.

The process was brief, yet it felt prolonged.

Suddenly, Ye Ling's eyes snapped open, a brilliant beam of golden light burst forth, and a look of sudden enlightenment appeared on his face.

"I understand now. Those who are identical to me, they are all me, yet they are also different. Each of them holds their own obsessions, or rather, they are the versions of me from various realms!"

"And the Saint Realm is about thoroughly eliminating my obsessions, allowing them to successfully break through to become Saints!"

Ye Ling murmured, the shock in his heart was beyond words. So, this was what the Saint Realm was all about!

Although Ye Ling did not break through to the Saint Realm this time, he had gained an initial understanding of it and completely comprehended what the Saint Realm was like.

At this thought, Ye Ling suddenly felt dizzy, and then his consciousness returned to the unknown internal space. Upon opening his eyes, he saw the shadowy figure looking at him with a smile that was not quite a smile.

"Heh, it seems, in this period, you've been quite clever," said the shadowy figure with a grin. "Your 'construct without destruction' strategy is indeed impressive. But now, you've only made a breakthrough to the half-step Saint stage, far from the true Saint Realm!"

Ye Ling nodded, his face showing not the slightest fluctuation.

But deep within his eyes was a look brimming with an unyielding spirit, his gaze burning as he looked at the shadowy figure, licked his lips, and then revealed a bloodthirsty smile.

"Shadowy figure, it seems our battle hasn't concluded, has it? How about we continue?"

Ye Ling grinned, his smile so brilliant it even startled the shadowy figure. This kid, just too freakishly tenacious.

"Haha! Alright, let's continue!"

The shadowy figure laughed loudly, and then the two figures collided once again. This time, Ye Ling no longer suffered from the inability to match his ambitions with his strength.

Instead, Ye Ling moved with an effortless grace amidst the shadows, his body swift as a phantom, constantly weaving through the ghostly figures.

His speed was so fast it dazzled the onlookers!