The old man accepted the two droplets of blood before fusing them into a single droplet and placing it between his eyebrows. As soon as the droplet touched his forehead, it immediately vanished.
The old man closed his eyes. A while later, he suddenly opened them and a dazzling light exploded in his eyes. He called out, "With my soul as the path and my blood as the guide, borrow the power of the world, Great Prophecy Art!" A red streak of light shot out from his forehead. Under the control of the old man's mind, it quickly carved out a profound, blood-red image before his forehead. Strands of mysterious, profound presence of the world flowed on the image. Afterward, the blood-red image formed a dark, red pentagram that sank into the old man's forehead.
The Great Prophecy Art was a type of ability. The five of them had discovered it several hundred years ago when they entered the Holy Emperor's dwelling. All five of them had studied it before, but only the old man had managed to figure it out.
The Great Prophecy Technique didn't have any attacking power. Its function was to predict the future, similar to divination. However, Old Situ's understanding of the Great Prophecy Technique hadn't reached the level of being able to predict the future. He could only use some basic methods. One of them was to use some special items and items to find the person he was looking for in the vast sea of people.
Old Man Situ closed his eyes tightly. His ruddy face paled at a speed visible to the naked eye. This scene lasted for the time it took for an incense stick to burn before he suddenly opened his eyes and said, "Holy Empire, City of God!"
"Let's go to the Holy Emperor's Kingdom immediately, or the four protectors of the Bloodsword sect will find us again before long. The concealment method we obtained from the Holy Emperor's dwelling is useless against them," Ma Teng said with a heavy voice.
"There's no time to lose. Let's go right now."
…
In the depths of the Cross Mountain Range, there was a huge palace that few people knew about. At this moment, in a magnificent room in the palace, a burly middle-aged man with a ferocious face was sitting cross-legged on the cold ground. His face was gloomy.
He was one of the two Kings of the Gilligan clan, the Tiger King.
"My strength has fallen from the Second Heavenly Layer of the Holy Emperor to the First Heavenly Layer of the Holy Emperor, and I won't be able to recover in a short period of time. I've paid such a heavy price to leave the depths of the Cross Mountains this time," the Tiger King clenched his fists and said with gritted teeth.
"Although my strength has fallen, everything will be worth it if I can complete the mission the king gave me. The king will definitely not mistreat me." The Tiger King's eyes flashed as he continued, "The Winged Tiger's growth rate.
I can't let this matter drag on for too long, or it'll be troublesome once the Winged Tiger becomes stronger. I wonder if the five of them have succeeded or not. I'll give you another month. If you still can't complete the mission in a month, I can only report the progress to the king. "A sliver of determination flashed through the Tiger King's eyes.
At this moment, a white-robed, middle-aged scholar suddenly appeared in the room. He stared at the Tiger King with mixed feelings and said, "Is this worth it? The Winged Tiger has always been the beast god of our magical beasts. He possesses a supreme status. Only under the lead of the beast god can our magical beasts prosper. What the king has done is already treacherous."
The Tiger King stared at the middle-aged scholar coldly and said emotionlessly, "Peng King, as long as we magical beasts have the king, we'll prosper forever. We're no longer in the ancient times where experts were plentiful. The Tian Yuan Continent is nothing before our Beast God Continent."
"Tiger King, don't underestimate the experts of the Tian Yuan Continent. There are people who can stand up to the king on the Tian Yuan Continent," the middle-aged scholar gently said.
The Tiger King snorted coldly. A sliver of disdain appeared in his eyes, "You must be talking about that traitor from the Pure Heart Pavilion. She spends all her time indulging in her desires. How can she be the king's opponent?"
"Tiger King, the seniors of our Peng clan have already learned about the Winged Tiger. It's still not too late for you to turn back," said the middle-aged scholar.
"Looks like your Peng clan has chosen to stand with the Winged Tiger. I'll give you a piece of advice. It's still not too late to turn back, or your Peng clan will face destruction once the king successfully possesses the Winged Tiger," the Tiger King coldly said.
The middle-aged scholar gently sighed with that. He said nothing more and slowly vanished from the room.
…
A luxurious carriage with the insignia of the Radiant Saint Master Union sped through the wide streets of the City of God within the Holy Emperor's Empire. The white-robed Jianchen sat in the carriage with the White Tiger in his arms. Beside him was his personal guard, Yang Ling.
Yang Ling had completely recovered from his heavy injuries on the boat under the personal treatment of an elder of the union. He currently sat in the carriage with a cold expression, silently protecting Jianchen.
Jianchen slowly opened his eyes in the bumpy carriage. He looked at Yang Ling and said, "Sir Yang Ling, may I ask how long it has been since you became a Sixth Cycle Heaven Saint Master?"
"Esteemed master Yang Yutian, Yang Ling has been a Sixth Cycle Heaven Saint Master for close to a hundred years." Yang Ling said emotionlessly, but his gaze toward Jianchen was filled with undisguised respect.
"A hundred years!" Jianchen murmured. That was four times his age.
"Yang Ling, I believe that you'll be able to break through the Heaven Saint Master level and become a Saint Ruler very soon." Jianchen smiled. Yang Ling's position in his heart was no longer the same as before.
Yang Ling's face darkened, "How can Saint Ruler be so easy to break through? There are many people on the Tian Yuan Continent, and there are many geniuses, but just how many of them can become Saint Rulers?"
After a moment of thought, Jianchen said, "Mister Yang Ling, if there is an opportunity in the future, I will find a way to help you!"
A gleam of light flashed through Yang Ling's eyes when he heard that. A sliver of joy appeared in the depths of his eyes. In his opinion, Jianchen definitely meant that he would ask a Saint Ruler to guide him once he became a Class 7 Radiant Saint Master.
The luxurious carriage traveled along the streets before finally stopping in front of a majestic estate. The estate was extremely large. Although it was not as grand as the central union, it gave off an ancient aura. It was as if the estate was not an estate, but an old man who had lived for countless years and experienced the test of time. It deeply affected people's minds.
At the entrance of the mansion, there were ten guards in silver white armor standing there like statues. Every single one of them possessed the strength of an Earth Saint Master. Above the entrance, there was a huge signboard hanging high up. On the signboard, there were two words written in a flamboyant style — Zaar Family!
This was the greatest clan in the City of God. It was also one of the three great clans that controlled the fate of the Holy Emperor's Empire, the Zaar Clan. They were the owners of the City of God, one of the seven great capital cities of the Tian Yuan Continent.
"Is the person who has come, master Yang Yutian?" Just as Jianchen jumped down from the carriage, an old voice rang out from the estate. An old man in blue robes walked out. His voice was gentle, without the slightest arrogance. However, his eyes flickered with wisdom as he constantly studied Jianchen.
Jianchen clasped his hands towards the old man and said, "I am indeed Yang Yutian. I have come to pay a visit at the invitation of your patriarch!"
The old man chuckled and said, "This old servant greets master Yang Yutian. Master Yang Yutian, the patriarch has been waiting in the main hall for a long time. Please follow this old servant."
"Then I'll have to trouble you to lead the way!" Jianchen's words and actions were gentle and refined. He was neither arrogant nor impatient, neither servile nor overbearing. Even though he was from the greatest clan in the City of God, his expression was still calm and unruffled.
This scene was seen by the deputy manager. He couldn't help but nod his head in his heart and thought, "This Yang Yutian is indeed extraordinary!"
Jianchen and Yang Ling followed behind the deputy manager into the Zaar Clan. Then, under the guidance of the deputy manager, they passed through many halls and finally arrived at the grand hall in the center. In the main seat of the hall, there was a middle-aged man wearing a purple robe. He was the patriarch of the Zaar Clan. Below the patriarch of the Zaar Clan, on the two rows of mounts, sat a few people of different ages.
Jianchen stood in the middle of the hall. He calmly clasped his hands towards the middle-aged man wearing a purple robe and said, "This one is Yang Yutian. Greetings to the patriarch."
The patriarch of the Zaar Clan's eyes shone brightly. He carefully sized up Jianchen. His face slowly revealed a smile and said, "I've long heard that master Yang Yutian's talent is unprecedented. Moreover, you've been accepted as the third disciple of the Radiant Saint Master Union. Seeing you today, little brother Yang Yutian is indeed a dragon amongst men. Please, please take a seat." The patriarch of the Zaar Clan did not put on any airs. He completely treated Jianchen as an equal.
This was because the patriarch of the Zaar Clan was clear that the Zaar Clan and the Radiant Saint Master Union were almost equal existences. As the patriarch of the Zaar Clan, his position in the Zaar Clan was not even as noble as Jianchen's position in the Radiant Saint Master Union.
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