eurekapd Chapter 282 Only Unparalleled Prodigies Can Pass
Chapter 282 Only Unparalleled Prodigies Can Pass
"Ordinary trials test combat strength, skills, and endurance..."
This time, it was Nangong Cheng who answered.
His aged eyes held a complex expression as he gazed at the violently shaking tower, and he said in a deep voice:
"The hidden trials...test adaptability, willpower, and the ability to cope with the unknown."
"Furthermore, the second-stage demonic beast form is 30% stronger than the original puppet, and its combat power is extremely close to that of a Martial Venerable..."
Nangong Cheng took a deep breath and said, word by word, "Therefore, this trial is so difficult that only an unparalleled genius can overcome it."
The whole place was excited!
From the disciples to the peak masters, everyone was deeply moved.
"Hiss, could it be that Junior Brother Li truly possesses the youthful appearance of the Ancestor?"
"What kind of person was the Ancestor? At his peak, he swept across the Eastern Wilderness for eight thousand years. Among all the great figures, those who could be compared with the Ancestor could be counted on one hand!"
"I can't even imagine..."
The crowd was filled with astonishment and disbelief.
"Elder Diao, I've heard that your ancestors were once servants of the Ancestral Master. Could you tell us about the Ancestral Master's glorious past?"
Some people, out of curiosity, looked at an elderly man with white hair and beard.
Everyone immediately looked over, their eyes filled with anticipation.
Elder Diao, who was over three hundred years old, was very frail. His skin was wrinkled like old tree bark, and all his teeth had fallen out.
"Alright, I'll tell you about it today..."
His face showed a hint of sadness, and his cloudy old eyes gleamed with reminiscence as he said:
"In fact, when the patriarch was young, he was just a rogue cultivator, without any roots or origins. Later, he had a fortuitous encounter, and then he began to distinguish himself, and from then on, there was no stopping him..."
"At the age of twenty-three, he defeated all the true disciples of the seven first-class sects, and even the successors of the Holy Land bowed down under his sword, making him famous throughout the Eastern Wilderness."
"........"
"At the age of forty, with his Martial Emperor cultivation, he dared to enter the forbidden zone of life alone. He didn't come out for three months, and everyone thought he was dead. But guess what?"
"Hey, not only did our ancestor come out alive, but he also found the remnants of the elixir of immortality, proving that the elixir of immortality does indeed exist, and completely slapping everyone in the face."
"At the age of fifty, the patriarch became the youngest Martial Saint in the Eastern Wilderness, which shocked the world."
“There was once a powerful elder at the Saint Lord level who coveted the ancestor’s extraordinary encounter and wanted to capture and kill the ancestor to find out the truth. As a result, he was suppressed and killed by the ancestor in ten moves. You think that’s the end of it?”
"The patriarch was not satisfied with this, so he attacked the faction that the man belonged to, injured two of the Supreme Elders, forced the other party to submit, and compensated them with a large amount of rare and precious materials before the matter was settled."
"Shortly after that battle, our founder established the Xuantian Sect. From the day it was established, it immediately became one of the top-tier sects. Other sects came to congratulate us, and even the lord of the Holy Land personally descended upon us..."
The elder's voice echoed in the square, captivating every disciple and stirring their passion.
They only had a vague understanding of the patriarch from their elders and ancient books, and never imagined that the patriarch had such a glorious record.
Without a doubt, those were the most glorious years of the Xuantian Sect, and an immortal legend in the hearts of every disciple.
That is why everyone is finding it difficult to calm down right now.
Eight thousand years later, Li Wudao, a new disciple, actually recreated the footsteps of his ancestor. How could this not shock and excite them?
Jiang Churan stood quietly in the crowd, dressed in white, her clothes as pure as snow.
As she listened to the legends about Chen Xuanfeng, a ripple appeared in her usually cool eyes.
In her previous life, after she ascended to the throne, she traced the footsteps of the founder of the Xuantian Sect.
The more I learn, the more I admire.
Chen Xuanfeng is indeed an amazing person.
He dominated half an era, his sword pointed at all the major religions, and his name resounded throughout three thousand states.
The leader of an ancient sect with a history of over 100,000 years personally declared that if Chen Xuanfeng did not die young, he would have an 80% chance of attaining the throne.
This evaluation is not low.
Even some ancient books from imperial courts and immortal sects that have been passed down for hundreds of thousands of years contain scattered records about this person, all of which give him extremely high praise.
Unfortunately, a hundred years after the founding of the Xuantian Sect, Chen Xuanfeng, at the height of his power, mysteriously disappeared.
Some claim to have seen him outside the forbidden zone of the "Sea of Reincarnation," some speculate that he embarked on an ancient path to find the opportunity to become an emperor, and there are even rumors that he was ambushed by several ancient Taoist lineages...
His sudden departure left no one knowing the reason, nor whether he was dead or alive.
Only an unfinished legend remains.
"Li Wudao..."
Jiang Churan came to her senses, her long eyelashes trembling, her breathing somewhat disordered.
This boy, whom she had never paid any attention to in her past life and had never truly believed in in this one, had actually come to this.
Even though her mind was already tempered into a state of calm and undisturbed composure, she couldn't help but feel her thoughts surging and a complex emotion that was hard to describe welled up.
Even she failed to trigger the hidden trial, but Li Wudao did.
Doesn't this mean that she is inferior to the latter?
This was a significant blow to a reincarnated empress with unwavering resolve and a determination to retrace her invincible path.
Jiang Churan's slender hands clenched silently, her eyes flickering with resentment, shock, confusion, and a hint of... wavering.
"boom--!!"
Suddenly, the tower shook violently again!
Deep purple lightning flashed wildly.
The patterns on the entire twenty-one-story building seemed to come alive, transforming into lightning dragons that roamed and surged across the surface of the tower!
"The battle has reached its climax!"
"Look at the top of the tower! There's lightning energy leaking out!"
Everyone exclaimed.
Looking up, wisps of deep purple electric snakes leaped out from the edge of the tower top, crackling and ionizing the surrounding air, giving off a burnt smell.
"What terrifying lightning strikes... If I were hit by one, I feel like I wouldn't even need to be cremated; I could just be buried right away."
The disciples with weaker cultivation levels turned pale, their souls trembling.
"This aura... has far surpassed the realm of Martial King!"
"Each realm is a vast chasm; the difference between the King Realm and the Venerable Realm is like the difference between clouds and mud. Even if one has only stepped halfway into the Venerable Realm, it is by no means something that a Martial King at the peak of his cultivation can contend with!"
"This is beyond the capabilities of ordinary disciples... Can Junior Nephew Li... hold on?"
Worry, tension, and anticipation—various emotions intertwined and spread among the crowd.
Jiang Churan looked up at the tower, which was shaking violently, and clenched her fingers even tighter in her sleeve.
She knew better than anyone how dangerous this situation was.
She had used all her skills to fight that dark gold puppet for fifty-seven breaths, but ultimately it was defeated due to exhaustion of spiritual energy.
But Li Wudao is now facing an even more powerful sixth-order demon lord!
The level of danger is self-evident.
In mid-air, Murong Yan and Nangong Cheng stood side by side, their expressions solemn.
Nangong Cheng's aged eyes looked at the tower and he said in a deep voice, "Back then, the patriarch left behind a note mentioning this hurdle, and only said four words: 'A narrow escape from death.'"
Murong Yan remained silent, taking a deep breath: "But if we can get through... then we will truly be a hidden dragon emerging from the abyss."
"Regardless of the outcome, this little guy has already proven his worth."
Nangong Cheng nodded, pleased, and said, "Even if we are not as good as our founder was back then, we are still enough to lead the Xuantian Sect out of this century of decline. That is enough."