Chapter 110: Is Having Hands Enough?

"Damn it! If my true form were still present, I would never allow this brat to be so insolent... But alas, my true form still slumbers deep within the darkness, and yet a mere unseasoned child dares to defy me?"

The dark phantom seethed with fury, yet was utterly powerless. Despite its imposing presence, this was far from its true self.

Across the dam, its true form remained dormant. For all these years, the so-called dark calamities had merely been a result of a single drop of blood from its original being, which had infected this world.

Now, the figure standing before Ye Qiu was not truly a person, but rather a single drop of that blood.

Therefore, even though Ye Qiu was not yet adept at controlling the power within his body, he could easily defeat it.

What secrets lay hidden in the vast, boundless void? No one knew!

This world was immense, beyond imagination. What Ye Qiu had encountered was but the tip of the iceberg.

For example, the dark demonic clan of the Boundary River, the void creatures, foreign realms, and now the source of the calamity—all were blank pages, their contents unknown.

"What kind of strength does this kid truly possess?"

As the battle wore on, the dark phantom grew more and more perplexed. At first, it had assumed Ye Qiu’s realm was at most that of a great Immortal King.

But in the end, it realized that Ye Qiu’s strength and potential far exceeded that.

His body was like an undeveloped new world, containing infinite power. If he were to fully master the power within, he would become a truly invincible warrior.

The more the phantom fought, the more astonished it became. At one point, it even suspected Ye Qiu might not be an Immortal King at all, but a true Immortal Emperor.

An Immortal Emperor! Such a being might scarcely emerge even once in a millennium. How could he possibly have broken through to that level?

One must understand that this world simply could not support the birth of an Immortal Emperor.

At this moment, the phantom could not defeat Ye Qiu, and instead was aiding in his growth, helping him master the power within himself more skillfully.

The dark phantom was already considering retreat; it could no longer continue this fight. To deal with Ye Qiu, it must wait for its true form to awaken. Once that happened, it would surely suppress Ye Qiu in one fell swoop.

“Retreat!”

In the final moments of their battle, Ye Qiu wielded the brush in his hand, unleashing a stroke that stretched across the heavens, forcing the skeletal hand back across the dam.

As it withdrew, the phantom astonishingly took the World-Ender Elder with it, leaving behind a host of great figures wearing expressions of utter despair.

Their long-held faith in the True Lord was shattered—he left them behind, taking only the World-Ender Elder?

At that moment, they were completely hopeless. Especially the Divine Machine Elder, who had believed he had grasped a chance for survival, only to realize he had led himself into an abyss of no return.

“Victory?”

“We won! We actually won…”

Watching the dark phantom depart, everyone erupted in cheers, rejoicing in Ye Qiu’s triumph and their own survival against the calamity.

Had it not been for Ye Qiu, facing such a terrifying existence, death would have been certain today.

"Cough, cough..."

After the dark phantom left, Ye Qiu gradually regained his senses, looking around in bewilderment, utterly confused.

“Huh? What just happened?”

Ye Qiu looked around vacantly, then glanced at himself. “Wait a minute, I remember battling some hairy monster, didn’t I? Could this have been a dream?”

He had no memory of the recent events, as if none of it had been done by him.

The Wine God’s Curse, a jar of counterfeit Maotai liquor, and the surging vital energy within had completely overwhelmed his mind. His body had acted on instinct during the fight; he himself had no conscious awareness and did not even know what he had done.

So Ye Qiu was utterly baffled. He had intended to take a few sips to steady his nerves, but unexpectedly triggered some incredible battle talent. Judging by the scene around him, it seemed he had performed quite impressively.

Ye Qiu felt increasingly unreal.

“No, no, this must be a dream!”

He shook his head, trying hard to recall what had happened, but no memories surfaced.

At that moment, the Withered Wood Daoist approached, his face filled with admiration.

“Your Excellency’s Daoist methods are unfathomable to gods and ghosts, truly astonishing. Especially that divine stroke just now—the Heavenly Clash—your brushstroke expressed boundless heroic spirit.

Even facing a great Immortal King, Your Excellency handled it with ease, earning the reverence of all beings…”

The Withered Wood Daoist’s deep admiration was clear; at that moment, he seemed like a devoted disciple, his eyes brimming with respect.

A true master—calm and refined, scholarly and approachable.

But when he unleashed his power, it was as if a deity descended, shattering the heavens and trembling the earth with overwhelming force.

That was a true master. How laughable that those who called themselves masters wore cold expressions daily, thinking themselves exceptional.

Little did they know, there are always greater heavens and greater men! True masters would never behave like them.

Ye Qiu’s strength and character had earned the faith of all, making him a hero and symbol of hope for the entire Great Wilderness.

Yet Ye Qiu himself had no clue what had transpired; his expression was faintly puzzled as he glanced at the Withered Wood Daoist.

“What divine stroke? Is this old man crazy?”

Damn it! What on earth was going on? Why was everyone looking at him with such worshipful eyes?

Ye Qiu was speechless. He hadn’t expected to become a peerless master just by drinking a jar of fake liquor.

Well, although he was indeed formidable—many things had proven that—he felt he hadn’t quite reached such heights yet.

“Sir, could you please explain how you came to comprehend those Immortal techniques you just displayed? Why do they seem so gentle yet unleash such earth-shattering power? Especially that brush—holding brush and ink as if grasping the heavens themselves—it’s beyond imagination…”

The Withered Wood Daoist asked sincerely. He was genuinely curious why something that seemed so feeble could produce such terrifying effects in Ye Qiu’s hands.

Everyone could write, right? But had they ever seen someone write a character that could pierce the heavens?

No, they hadn’t. Yet Ye Qiu had done exactly that.

It was absurd! It seemed all the Daoist methods they had studied over the years paled in comparison to Ye Qiu casually writing a single character. Who could bear that?

Ye Qiu was momentarily stunned. “Huh? Isn’t it just about having a hand?”

He answered seriously, utterly baffled. To him, it really was just about having a hand.

Everyone could write! Didn’t they?

It wasn’t worth being so amazed. No way could writing a character pierce the heavens!

How could that be possible? Sigh, you guys just like to mess with me...

Regarding this question, Ye Qiu still refused to believe it. If he had been fully conscious earlier, perhaps he would have accepted it.

But just now, he had no idea what had happened, nor that the hole in the sky was caused by him. He thought it was the skeletal hand that had pierced it.

Ye Qiu’s words fell into stunned silence.

“Just having a hand?”

“Good grief, good grief! That phrase is highly insulting. I feel like I’m suffocating…”

“Damn it, please be human! From the start, you haven’t done a single proper thing...”

The crowd was speechless. They had been looking forward to Ye Qiu explaining, but now all hope was lost.

This guy was better off silent; whenever he spoke, he infuriated everyone. The worst part was, he didn’t do it on purpose—it was just an inadvertent remark that drove people mad.

But somehow, with him, it seemed that phrase might really be true.

Too much! The top insult in the Great Wilderness was now crowned by this line: “Just having a hand…”