novelPassing On for Many Years
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The thirteen Deity Race cultivators made their move, and the atmosphere of the scene immediately became quite animated. Surprised exclamations resounded endlessly; discussions continued without pause on the surrounding mountain peaks.
The expressions of the other races all turned unsightly. Since the Deity Race arrived, it had harbored the ambition of ruling the entire Kunlun Realm.
Now that the Deity Race was poised to return to its peak, given its strength, it would suppress the other races.
"Whoosh!"
Perhaps because they were feeling unconvinced, the human race's Yan Shisan, the Fiend Race's Yuan Xu, the Ghost Race's Qing Cheng, and the Corpse Race's mysterious man with the mark on his forehead all made their move when they saw the Deity Race cultivators acting so arrogantly.
On the Martial God Palace's side, the strongest of that group, the three Holy Scions, could not endure this display, either, so they made their move as well.
These people represented the strongest of the younger generation of each race. All of them were demonic geniuses among demonic geniuses. They were all outstanding talents. They were bright, shining stars.
These names would become the legends of every race. However, only this Sage Mark Monument could cause such shining stars to work together.
The cultivators of the various races on the surrounding peaks all held their breath. They all anticipated these seven people working together, hoping that the seven would succeed in recovering lost ground.
Two thousand meters...two thousand five hundred meters...two thousand eight hundred meters...two thousand nine hundred meters...two thousand nine hundred fifty meters... The seven people did not disappoint the crowd, successfully surpassing the thirteen Keepers of the Deity Race.
As stone fragments flew out, sunlight shone on these seven attractive faces. The scene made it seem like what they were carving was not names but a segment of history.
After one thousand years, when all these names turned golden, this story would become a legend, then later, myths recounted by succeeding generations.
The seven experts landed and returned to their respective race's ground. Cheers resounded in the mountains like thunder.
When Di Wuque saw this scene, the light in his eyes flickered. A faint smile appeared on his face as he asked, "Tian Youxi, how high do you think I can go?"
The white-haired Deity Race girl, Tian Youxi, stared at the highest area of the Sage Mark Monument, the section with the incomprehensible marks. She did not answer, remaining silent.
One of the thirteen Keepers beside them answered quickly, "Divine Son, your talent is outstanding. You will definitely spread the light and glory of the Deity Race throughout the entire Kunlun Realm. You will at least rank together with that Azure Devil."
"That's right! Back then, that Azure Devil suppressed our Deity Race for more than a thousand years. The Divine Son will surely be able to at least obtain the same rank as him, leading the Deity Race back to our peak."
Back then, when the Deity Race was at the height of their hubris, the Azure Emperor personally killed his way to the Deity Race. He slaughtered large numbers of their experts and even slew four or five of their Deity Sovereigns.
With just the strength of one person, the Azure Emperor pulled the Deity Race down from its peak. After that, he invented the Dragon Tone Art, which allowed the Dragon's Gate to suppress the Deity Race for thousands of years.
These feats resulted in the Deity Race nicknaming the Azure Emperor "Azure Devil." However, his strength was uncontestable. Even his enemies—the Deity Race—had to acknowledge it.
Ranking together with the Azure Devil was not a humiliation for them but a great glory. The thirteen Keepers all believed this.
Di Wuque focused his gaze and looked at the golden name on the Sage Mark Monument that belonged to the Azure Emperor. He said, "It is time for me to rewrite the legend of the Azure Emperor from ten thousand years ago."
A beam of light shot up. Di Wuque soared into the air. After the seven experts obtained outstanding results, he finally made his move.
The golden beam of light flew up into the air. After passing the height of two kilometers, its speed did not decrease at all. It only slowed down when it approached the height of two and a half kilometers.
The light disappeared, revealing the figure within it. Di Wuque slowly soared higher as the many cultivators watched him nervously. After reaching two thousand eight hundred meters, he continued to climb to two thousand nine hundred meters and still higher. Then he arrived at two thousand nine hundred fifty meters.
When Di Wuque saw the names of the cultivators of the various races, he smiled faintly, pausing for a moment.
Just when everyone thought that Di Wuque could not advance any further, his white hair turned golden, giving off a glow. He roared and quickly charged even higher.
Just from that explosive power, it looked like he would charge beyond the threshold of three kilometers. However, when he reached three kilometers, his figure halted. It seemed like he was suffering from a strong pressure that threatened to knock him down.
Di Wuque stopped thinking about breaking past the threshold of three kilometers. Then, he started to carve his name quickly beside the Thunder Emperor Sang Mu's name, inscribing his name one stroke at a time.
Ranking together with the Azure Emperor at the height of three kilometers. Finally, after five thousand years, someone else reached this height.
The large group of Deity Race cultivators cheered excitedly. Finally, the Deity Race had someone who could measure up to the Azure Devil that haunted their dreams.
The thirteen Deity Race Keepers each sent out a divine light and formed a multicolored bridge in the air that extended to Di Wuque's feet.
Di Wuque stood on the multicolored bridge and looked downwards. His gaze shifted around until it landed on the human race's group. Then he smiled and said, "Sorry, you are all unable to continue the Azure Emperor's legend. So this Di Wuque shall do so in your stead."
With his indolent tone and insufferably arrogant words, Di Wuque wanted to utilize this advantage to plant a seed of his invincibility in the hearts of all the demonic geniuses.
"Haha! Di Wuque, it is not your turn to say something like that!"
Who was it? Who dared to rebut Di Wuque after he ranked together with the Azure Emperor?
The cultivators looked around curiously, trying to find the source of the voice. They only saw a cultivator draped in a black cloak walk out of the human race's group.
Naturally, this was Xiao Chen. He had come to the Sage Mark Monument to obtain the treasures in the stele and, at the same time, see who the true elites of the various races were.
Xiao Chen did not care about who managed to rank high or low.
A long time ago, the Thunder Emperor placed his name next to the Azure Emperor. However, so what of it? Even today, it was clear whose name was brighter.
The height where one carved their names was just symbolic. To cultivators, inscribing one's name had only one practical use, which was to gain entry to the Sage Mark Monument.
Even though all the various geniuses competed over this height, Xiao Chen's opinion of it did not change; he would not chase after this empty reputation.
He did not care about this temporary fame. Whether someone's name remained on it after ten thousand years, whose name glowed brighter, these would naturally be up to the latter generations to evaluate.
However, this Di Wuque should not have said what he had. How could he be the one to carry on the legend of the Azure Emperor? There were some things that Xiao Chen had to speak up about.
No one could see Xiao Chen's face under the hood. Everyone tried to guess who he was.
"Our Divine Son is speaking. Who are you to interrupt him?!"
Being able to rank together with the Azure Emperor was a glorious thing for Di Wuque. However, someone unknown actually mocked him. Two people from the Deity Race immediately charged at Xiao Chen.
All the cultivators here were Inferior Grade Martial Sages. These two Deity Race cultivators who leaped out looked like middle-aged men.
These two middle-aged Deity Race cultivators had already reached middle-stage Inferior Grade Martial Sage. They both used their Deity Race Mental Energy Martial Techniques, sending them at Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness.
In the blink of an eye, the two charged towards Xiao Chen. Their Mental Energy origins turned into ferocious deities and entered his sea of consciousness, trying to commit all sorts of mayhem.
If Xiao Chen could not quickly eliminate the Mental Energy these two sent in, they would be able to throw one punch each and severely injure him on the spot.
A Deity Race cultivator's physical body and Quintessence were no weaker than those of a human cultivator. Having strong Mental Energy was just an innate ability of the Deity Race.
Xiao Chen smiled coldly. By sending in such tyrannical Mental Energy into his sea of consciousness, these two people were clearly thinking of turning him into an idiot, crippling him that way.
However, how could his sea of consciousness be so easy to infiltrate?
Two ferocious deities entered Xiao Chen's sea of consciousness. Before they could take action, a floating purple talisman flashed with a purple light and immediately chopped the two ferocious deities in half.
An electric light burst out, and the halved ferocious deities could not resist at all. They were blasted into nothing.
The ferocious deities made up of the two's Mental Energy origins did not even had a chance to retreat before Xiao Chen obliterated them.
Just when the two Deity Race cultivators arrived one meter before Xiao Chen, they suddenly vomited a mouthful of blood. Their complexions turned incomparably pale.
"Will of thunder! Retreat! Quick! He already eliminated our Mental Energy origins."
Horror flared in the two's eyes. They felt so much regret in their hearts. They had not expected Xiao Chen to have actually comprehended a will. Furthermore, it was the strong will of thunder that had the most destructive effect on Mental Energy.
If these two had known about Xiao Chen's will in advance, they would not have boldly sent their Mental Energy origins into his sea of consciousness to wreak havoc; that was simply a suicidal act.
"Trying to run? It's too late!"
Since the two were trying to kill him in the first place, naturally, Xiao Chen would not show them any mercy. Three strands of Heavenly Sage Laws poured into his palm. As he waved his hand, a strong wind pulled the two over.
The Heavenly Sage Laws circulated in Xiao Chen's body. Then he quickly executed the Kun Peng Fist, which he inherited from the Heavenly Roc King.
A vast shadow appeared before Xiao Chen. That was the legendary divine bird—the Kun Peng.
At this moment, when he executed the Kun Peng Fist with Heavenly Sage Laws, its might increased by severalfold. The vast shadow almost completely covered the mountain.
Flapping sounds thundered. A strong wind blew, kicking up dust everywhere. All the people around could not help but close their eyes.
By the time they opened their eyes again, the Kun Peng materialized by Heavenly Sage Laws had already flown to an unknown part of the sky. Nothing more than a splash of scarlet remained of the two Deity Race cultivators who had been planning to turn Xiao Chen into an idiot. With crushed bones and pulverized flesh, they died without complete corpses.
Xiao Chen unexpectedly killed two Deity Race cultivators. The entire place fell silent as everyone's expression turned grave.
Someone had killed the Deity Race's people in front of Di Wuque. In this age where no one could resist the might of the Deity Race, even the older generation did not dare to do this.
The surrounding cultivators all looked towards Di Wuque on that multicolored bridge. Then, their hearts sank. There was going to be big trouble.
Di Wuque's expression was unreadable. He looked at the mysterious cloaked man and said coldly, "You seemed to have attacked rather heavy-handedly."
Xiao Chen's expression did not change. His eyes remained as calm as still water as he retorted, "Heavy-handed? If I was not capable, my sea of consciousness would have been destroyed. Then, I would have become an idiot."
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