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Dynasty's Sacred Mountain
Afterwards, Li Yuanba directly bid farewell to Qin Yichen. Without saying anything else, he turned into a streak of light and chased after Gu Feitian and the others without any concealment.
Even though he knew that Gu Feitian and the rest were after something extraordinary, Qin Yichen wasn't interested in it at all.
Qin Yichen took a deep breath, suppressing some sadness and some excitement.
Although he had mastered the Supreme Tyrant Body Technique with the help of the Demon Vanquishing Great Sage, his Spiritual Power cultivation method had yet to evolve.
Although the Spiritual Deity Technique was much faster than ordinary Spiritual Power cultivation methods, the degree of refinement couldn't be compared to the Immortal Deity Technique, which had overturned Qin Yichen's beliefs!
As for the Demon Vanquishing Palm, although he had roughly grasped the Nine Folds of Force, he hadn't tried using his Martial Soul yet.
Therefore, the most important thing for Qin Yichen now was to master the three great Divine Arts!
The Dynasty's Grand Assembly was only a springboard for him to jump out of the Dynasty's territory. With his strength, he could be considered one of the top in the Dynasty's territory.
However, as long as he left the Dynasty's territory, he wouldn't be able to be considered one of the top geniuses in the Dynasty's territory with such strength!
The Dynasty's Grand Assembly lasted for about a month. In the following period of time, Qin Yichen didn't just cultivate the Supreme Tyrant Body. Under the control of his monstrous Spiritual Power, his Spiritual Power Body also started to cultivate the Immortal Deity Technique!
As time passed, the Dynasty's Grand Assembly was in full swing.
In such a cruel environment, the Empire's Grand Meeting also displayed a frightening scene. A death rate of 50%. This number represented hundreds of young geniuses who died with hatred. Some died under the baleful aura and ferocious beasts, while a small portion of them died in the hands of sinister people.
During this period of time, many people managed to make breakthroughs in life and death battles, increasing their cultivation by a level!
The Ancient Battlefield was like a cruel filtering machine. Only the fittest survived. There was no mercy at all!
As geniuses fell every day and night, a month slowly passed by.
On a certain day, as Qin Yichen was absorbing the Sun Spirit on a towering tree, an ancient chime of a bell could be heard coming from deep within the ancient battlefield.
The sound of the bell spread and reverberated throughout the entire inner region of the ancient battlefield. The bell chime lasted for a long time!
When they heard the sound of the bell, the expressions of the figures in the Ancient Battlefield, in the mountain forests, or in some secret places relaxed. A joyous expression surfaced on their faces.
Was this deadly trip to the Ancient Battlefield finally coming to an end?
"Dynasty's Sacred Mountain has opened. All remaining contestants, head to Dynasty's Sacred Mountain immediately!"
Following the chime of the bell, a loud voice echoed between the Heavens and Earth, spreading into the distance as if it had spread across the entire ancient battlefield.
After hearing the voice, the remaining few hundred people in the inner region of the ancient battlefield glanced toward the direction of the Dynasty's Sacred Mountain with great passion.
They had given up on their own Dynasties to enjoy the respectful gazes of the people and risked their lives to enter the Ancient Battlefield. This was the day they had been waiting for!
"Is it coming to an end?"
Qin Yichen raised his head and glanced toward the inner region. His heart was filled with a complicated feeling.
A month ago, he had left the Tian Long Dynasty and arrived at the Dynasty's Grand Assembly where geniuses gathered. At that time, he was only a peak Martial Emperor. His strength was not considered the weakest among the geniuses, but he was not considered one of the higher-ups either.
However, he had coincidentally obtained the succession of the Demon-Vanquishing Supreme Sage. Although Qin Yichen had not fought with his full strength after that, he was confident that he would be able to put up a fight against Gu Feitian and Yao Yue!
The powerful voice that filled the sky slowly disappeared. There were many figures hurriedly rushing towards the inner regions of the Ancient Battlefield from all over the place.
"Dynasty's Sacred Mountain, I'm coming!"
Qin Yichen also smiled and immediately got up, flying towards the place where the Sacred Mountain of the Imperial Dynasty was located.
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Dynasty's Sacred Mountain was located in the deepest part of the Ancient Battlefield's inner region. The Sacred Mountain was extremely steep and its cliffs pierced through the clouds.
Perhaps it was because there was a faint pressure from the towering mountain, but there were no traces of any ferocious beasts within a radius of a few dozen miles.
At this moment, the sound of rushing wind could be heard from time to time in the surroundings of this mountain. Numerous figures flew up with excited expressions on their faces.
Half a day later, Qin Yichen also arrived at the peak of the mountain.
As soon as he landed, Qin Yichen's gaze swept across the mountain peak.
The mountain peak was a flat green stone plaza. At that moment, there were already a few dozen figures standing on the plaza.
Most of these figures were in a sorry state. However, there was a proud smile on their faces.
Only those who had experienced it would know how difficult it was to reach this step in the Dynasty's grand gathering.
When his eyes swept to the end of the bluestone square, Qin Yichen's eyes narrowed slightly, and his gaze stopped there.
At the end of his line of sight, there were three elegant pavilions floating in mid-air. There was an obscure fluctuation outside the three pavilions that blurred one's vision and made it impossible to clearly see what was inside.
One could barely see that there were many figures casually standing within the pavilions. Occasionally, they would open their eyes and look indifferently towards the top of the mountain. There was a kind of frightening pressure that was faintly discernible as it enveloped over, causing one's heart to feel fear.
"Sacred Lands, Sacred Envoys …"
As they stared at the blurry figures, many geniuses from various empires on the mountain peak could not help but humbly lower their prideful heads to show their respect.
They knew very well that these colossi were the true rulers of this continent, and the empires that they belonged to could only rely on these transcendent powers in order to survive.
Whether it was in terms of background or strength, these extraordinary factions were enough to make them bend their prideful bodies!
The mountain peak of the Dynasty's Sacred Mountain was completely silent. In front of the several figures casually sitting in the three pavilions in mid-air, these geniuses did not have the slightest bit of arrogance left!
As time slowly passed, more and more figures appeared on the green stone platform on the mountain peak. However, after more than a hundred figures, no one else came up!
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