"Oh? Why do you say that, Zi Xin? "
Patriarch Shen turned around and smiled.
Zi Xin said, "Just now, Hong Lin said that the altar can only be climbed by bloodline and talent, not strength. Yang Qingxuan is the only King of Glory since ancient times. Even if Patriarch Shen is a King, he should've been sent flying along with Jun Qian. I can see that Patriarch Shen's steps are steady, and he's not affected much by the divine force. The force that enveloped him is the Great Universe Wordless Stele. "
Patriarch Shen said, "The Deity King has good observation skills."
He didn't deny it, nor did he admit it.
Zi Xin seemed to have thought of something, and her expression changed drastically. She exclaimed, "Could it be that the expert that appeared in the Wordless Stele was …"
Patriarch Shen said, "It's possible, but I'm not sure."
Zi Xin's face was filled with shock. She was extremely absent-minded, and her eyes were dull.
Not long after, Zi Ri, Zi Xia, and Hei Yuan were sent flying one after another.
Only Patriarch Shen, Zi Xin, Hong Lin, the black cat, Lu Ming, and Yang Qingxuan were left on the altar.
Yang Qingxuan stood at the bottom, still bent over, motionless, as if he was dead and hung there.
Just as everyone was wondering if he was really dead, Yang Qingxuan finally moved.
In this short period of time, he had stabilized his four-star Intermediate Thousand Realms Whirling cultivation. He suddenly felt his strength skyrocketing.
When he opened his eyes, he saw that Zi Xin and the others had already reached the top. They were only a few steps away from the top. He felt inexplicably anxious and quickened his pace.
The powerful force was still like a waterfall, shaking his mind and cleansing his body. However, it was no longer as uncomfortable as before. He gritted his teeth and took a few steps forward. Everyone was dumbfounded.
Even the black cat couldn't help but look over and meow.
Suddenly, a silver light burst out from the top of the altar. It formed a vortex and shrouded the top of the altar.
A silver coffin was slowly revealed from within. Furthermore, the powerful impact came from within the coffin, violently shaking everyone's minds.
Hong Lin cried out involuntarily, "This, this is …"
Her expression suddenly became somewhat deranged, and large beads of cold sweat flowed down her pale face. She actually began to tremble on the steps, as if she was extremely afraid.
"Meow ~ ~"
The black cat nestled beside him obediently.
Hong Lin suddenly reached out and grabbed the black cat's head, pressing it down with all her might. The black cat let out a sharp cry as its head was pressed to the ground and deformed. However, it only struggled and did not resist.
"Honglin …"
Yang Qingxuan murmured. Even though they were separated by a dozen steps, he could clearly feel Hong Lin's terrifying trembling and fear.
Zixin turned around and was even more stunned. Hong Lin's face was filled with tears. Her lips trembled as she said, "Why … why …"
Her eyes were red and she looked pitiful.
"Ah! — — "
All of a sudden, Lu Ming screamed as the silver light from the coffin shone on him. His body flew up little by little. He shouted angrily, "I'm also a member of the God Clan! An eight-star Thousand Realms Whirling expert from the God Race? Why can't I reach the top?! "
"Bang!"
After roaring in grief and indignation, he seemed to have been hit by the silver light. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew far away, crashing to the ground.
The black cat in Hong Lin's hand also screamed miserably as it was enveloped by the silver light and was also sent flying.
Zixin and Yang Qingxuan's expressions changed. At this moment, only the two of them, Master Shen, and Hong Lin were left on the altar.
Hong Lin fell into extreme fear. She hugged herself with both hands and curled up, trembling.
Colorful light flowed around Master Shen's body. It was the power of the Great Universe Wordless Stele. It had a strong resistance against the silver light from the coffin.
Yang Qingxuan took a deep breath and walked up step by step against the silver light. Soon, he reached Hong Lin's side and patted her shoulder.
Hong Lin screamed in fright. Her body trembled as she looked up. When she saw Yang Qingxuan, she cried out, "Why? Why do you want to kill me? Father, why do you want to kill me?!"
Yang Qingxuan's hand trembled. He immediately felt the fear in Hong Lin's heart. Some images flashed through his mind, and he couldn't help but be shocked.
In the image, there was a blood-red world.
A majestic man appeared. His eyes were filled with killing intent as he walked forward step by step.
Yang Qingxuan held his breath. This was the image in Hong Lin's mind. He didn't know why, but he could clearly sense that this man was the first-generation great god, Wang Hong Yu. He had come to kill his own daughter.
Although Yang Qingxuan had heard about it before, he only understood why Hong Lin was so afraid when he felt it for himself. She was so afraid of the "past memories".
"It has been thousands of years. Now, no one can kill you. "
Yang Qingxuan grabbed Hong Lin's shoulder with all his might. Golden light flowed through his fingers. He had actually used the power of the immortal body as well. Only then was he able to extricate Hong Lin from her fear.
"Yang Qingxuan …" Hong Lin's eyes were filled with tears.
She didn't know which one she was at this moment. There were originally two Hong Lins, but there was only one Hong Lin. They were just different memories.
"Come, let's go up and see what's inside this silver coffin. Perhaps it will contain everything you want to know."
Yang Qingxuan looked at Hong Lin, his eyes filled with sincerity and clarity.
Hong Lin stopped her sorrow and took a deep breath, "Swallow the blood stone I gave you. That way, you can resist some of the divine power. Otherwise, even with your extraordinary talents, it will be very difficult for you to reach the top."
Yang Qingxuan said, "Okay."
He took out the essence blood Hong Lin gave him without hesitation. He glanced at it before raising his head and swallowing it.
When the blood entered his stomach, a violent energy immediately spread, filling his limbs and bones. His whole body felt like it was burning.
Zi Xin's eyes widened and she sighed repeatedly. "What a waste! Even if you eat such pure essence blood, you can't have the bloodline of the God Race. You should have just given it to me. "
Yang Qingxuan was overjoyed. The essence blood burned his body and allowed his cultivation base to rise steadily after breaking through to the four-star elementary stage of the Thousand Realms Whirling stage.
Hong Lin gradually walked out of her sorrow and fear. Her gaze returned to its usual coldness. However, it was no longer the coldness that kept people a thousand miles away.
"Let's go!"
The two of them walked side by side at the same pace.
Zi Xin and Lord Shen soon reached the last step and stepped on the altar at the same time.
Both of them trembled as if they were under great pressure.
"No! Impossible! My bloodline of the God Race is unparalleled in the world. It can't reject me! "
Zi Xin's expression changed drastically. Her body was wrapped in silver light, and her feet slowly lifted off the ground.
She said angrily, "Damn it! If even I can't obtain the secret source, then what's the point of your existence? "
I won't be updating today. Good night everyone.
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