Feng Wuji felt a lofty aspiration in his heart. "The three of us are Holy Scions, but the reputation of the Holy Lands has been declining over the years. We have to go on this trip. The high-ranked Demons have long wanted to meet them. "
Nuan Muyun smiled and did not say anything. She did not have such lofty dreams as the two. She just went with the flow. If she could help the two, she would do her best.
The warship carried Xiao Hou Jue's group of three through the barrier of the sky, heading for the strongest battlefield in the Starry Heavens.
At the same time, Xingtian's personal disciple led Wei Hua, Wang Can, and the others to pack up and head for the Astral Battlefield as well.
After the Ghost Race's Xie Zixuan finished wiping the eight sabers, the Mountain Monarch sent him off with his gaze before disappearing into the Starry Heavens.
No one had expected Xiao Chen's startling performance at the King conferral ceremony, rising up like a comet and putting so much pressure on the other outstanding talents.
Unexpectedly, all of them headed for the Astral Battlefield ahead of time, all for the sake of catching up to the Blue Dragon King, Xiao Chen. When they advanced to Martial Emperor in the future, they would compete with Xiao Chen.
The influence of this matter was far from this. Later, as the news of these people heading for the Astral Battlefield spread, a trend formed in the Kunlun Continent that all grandmaster-level Martial Sages could head to the Astral Battlefield.
In this age of geniuses, the flourishing sharpness was displayed vividly. ---
In the God's Domain, in the Divine Kingdom of the Heavens, the golden power of faith converged to form a vast ocean. Palaces and pavilions dotted the sky like stars.
Di Wuque met with the supreme Deity Race Emperor Forsaken alone. He knelt down and begged the Deity Emperor to forge a Deity Statue for him.
"You are not even Emperor Wu, yet you want to use the power of faith to raise your strength. In this life, you will be like those fake Emperor Wu, who pretends to be a Deity.
"Think about it yourself. If you really want revenge, you will even have to give up your status as the Divine Son. In that case, I'll sacrifice a thousand years of cultivation and use the power of faith to raise you to the level of Emperor Wu. With that, you'll be able to defeat the current Xiao Chen in one move. "
Emperor Forsaken was expressionless. His true body was shrouded in golden light, and behind him were layers upon layers of small worlds. There were hundreds of millions of ordinary natives who prayed and worshiped him every day, contributing an endless stream of faith power to him.
Di Wuque clenched his right fist so tightly that his nails dug into his palm, causing blood to flow out. After a long time, his heart slowly calmed down.
"Wuque knows his mistake. I will use my own hands to take back the humiliation I've received."
The Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign revealed a gratified expression. "It's good that you know your mistakes. Even if I gave you the cultivation of a Martial Emperor, it would be meaningless. Exhausting your potential for the sake of a certain person is the stupidest thing to do."
"Take it."
Emperor Forsaken extended his hand and pushed. A shiny golden manual flew towards Di Wuque.
"Myriad Heaven Divine Fist, Forbidden!"
Di Wuque caught the manual. The four words "Myriad Heaven Divine Fist" were written on the page. It was no different from the Myriad Heaven Divine Fist that had been circulating outside. However, there was a bloody 'forbidden' word at the end. It was a ghastly sight, and it gave off a different feeling.
"This is the complete Myriad Heaven Divine Fist, a forbidden art of my Divine Race. The ones circulating outside are only incomplete versions."
Right after the Heaven Abandoning Deity Sovereign spoke, he handed Di Wuque two more secret manuals. The same bloody words "forbidden" were carved on the pages. One was a Body Tempering Cultivation Technique, the Immortal Deity Sovereign Body, and the other was a Sword Technique, the Heaven Extinguishing Sword Art.
"Tomorrow, go to the Astral Battlefield. Apart from this place, no other training ground will be able to help you cultivate these three forbidden arts so quickly."
Di Wuque put away the three forbidden arts and left in silence. Emperor Forsaken heaved a sigh of relief. The Divine Son was still the Divine Son. He had never changed.
The next day, when Di Wuque was about to set off alone, he unexpectedly ran into Goddess Tianyou Xi and the thirteen Keepers at a corner.
"I will accompany you to the Astral Battlefield."
"We are also willing to accompany the Divine Son to the Astral Battlefield," the thirteen Keepers said in unison.
After being stunned for a moment, Di Wuque's gloomy face finally revealed a smile.
In the largest inn of Haotian City, a blue-robed youth with a sword on his back drained his cup of wine and left the money for it.
Half-Drunk and half-awake, he muttered, "The Astral Battlefield. It's time to go back."
Everyone had their own story, and everyone had their own pursuits.
Geniuses were born in times of prosperity, and heroes were born in troubled times.
What was an outstanding talent? If one did not have a heart that dared to temper oneself and gave up on one's pursuits after one failure, one would just be an empty title.
After thousands of tempering, even if one lost a hundred battles, one's heart would not change. The title of outstanding talent never left.
The prologue to the great age had already begun long ago. The story on the stage had its highs and lows. As it rose and fell, it played out a vast and majestic play in this age of prosperity.
With the outstanding talents around, the Blue Dragon King on the stage had never been lonely.
After advancing to great grandmaster-level Martial Sage, Xiao Chen should have been the outstanding young talent most qualified to enter the Astral Battlefield. However, under the control of the Three Holy Masters, he was tossed far away from the Kunlun Continent, to the desolate and desolate Heavenly Star Island.
Only the outstanding talents of the various grandmaster-level Martial Sages went to the Astral Battlefield in advance, taking a path that ran counter to Xiao Chen's. No matter how hard they tried, they would not be able to cross paths.
However, if a supreme existence looked down on the heavenly wheel of fate, they would discover the two paths that ran counter to each other. It was just that they started from one point and turned half a circle, forming a perfect circle, and converging again.
--- On the purple dragon warship, Xiao Chen did not know that his performance at the King conferral ceremony had triggered a huge change in the younger generation of the entire Kunlun Continent.
Right now, Xiao Chen and Lan Shaobai stood at the bow of the warship, chatting as they watched the clouds fly by.
"Speaking of which, why did you not use the transportation formation? There is a transportation formation in the Central Province that leads directly to the Primal Chaos Domain."
To get to Heavenly Star Island, one had to leave the Tianwu Domain, cross the Primal Chaos Domain, and then cross the Yellow Soil Demonic Garden. Finally, one had to swim across the Chaotic Demonic Sea and head west. Only after crossing the vast ocean and many sea islands could one reach Heavenly Star Island.
A peak King Grade warship would take three to four months to reach Heavenly Star Island at full speed without stopping.
If it were a Holy Grade warship, it would take twice as long. It would take half a year to arrive.
If Xiao Chen took the transportation formation and departed from the Primal Chaos Domain, he could save two months.
Unexpectedly, in the past, there was a transportation formation that led directly to Heavenly Star Island from Bushin Palace. Unfortunately, something happened, and the transportation formation on the island was severely damaged.
Furthermore, Bushin Palace had practically abandoned that place. Hence, the transportation formation was as good as not having it. It was no longer of any use.
Lan Shaobai felt very curious. What was Xiao Chen thinking when he used the purple dragon warship to fly over?
The wind blew in front, blowing Xiao Chen's hair up. As he looked into the distance, the sky looked pure white. However, there was a lot of dirt and darkness hidden under the pure whiteness.
Naturally, Xiao Chen had made preparations to purchase Astral Cores and use the warship to reach Heavenly Star Island.
Xiao Chen did not know what scheme Neptune's old subordinates were preparing. Based on their arrangements to kill Xiao Chen in the Haotian Sect, he was sure that they had some backup plans.
If Xiao Chen's group followed the original plan and used the transportation formation, the other party would probably attack them along the way.
In that case, he might as well do the opposite. It would just take a little more time.
Coincidentally, he could use this time to digest the energy of the ten Spirit Vein's origins and stabilize his cultivation.
Of course, Xiao Chen could not tell Lan Shaobai about this for now. So, Xiao Chen changed the topic. "Let's talk about you. Aren't you busy preparing for the Heroes' Convention to fight against Di Wuque? Why are you following me?"
Lan Shaobai smiled helplessly. "You chopped Di Wuque in half during his King conferral ceremony. His prestige plummeted to rock bottom, and he lost all his prestige. Naturally, his Heroes' Convention came to an end. No one will participate."
Thinking about it, this made sense. Back then, Di Wuque was very famous. Few in the younger generation could match him.
When the cultivators of the Kunlun Continent talked about how powerful a person was, they even talked about how many moves they could take from Di Wuque.
However, in a short one year, Xiao Chen humiliated Di Wuque in the Heavenly Ruin Wasteland and chopped him in half during his King conferral ceremony. His prestige plummeted to rock bottom.
Holding a Heroes' Convention with such momentum would just be a joke.
Lan Shaobai revealed a desolate expression. Then, he continued, "I'm following you to write the Tsing Lung Scheme.
"For the past one year or so, I've traveled everywhere. Be it the Ghost Domain, the Fiend Domain, the Corpse Domain, or the vast Heavenly Starry Ocean, I've been given the cold shoulder, even mocking and mocking.
"In the past, I was too proud. Only after seeing all the experts in the world did I realize how insignificant I am. With my strength, I cannot write the Heroes' Convention. After the King conferral ceremony, I discovered that although the world is vast, I can only use you to write the Tsing Lung Scheme. "
Lan Shaobai's frankness surprised Xiao Chen. He smiled and said, "You are really direct. However, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. I do not care about the Tsing Lung Scheme, nor am I as ambitious as Di Wuque."
Lan Shaobai did not appear surprised. He revealed a faint smile on his fair, handsome face. "The Tsing Lung Scheme is not just a Heroes' Convention. I want to write the entire Martial Epoch. From the start to now, the glory of the Ancient Era, the decline of the Ancient Era, and now, the flourishing age.
"In terms of ambition, I am much more ambitious than Di Wuque. It does not matter whether you agree or not. As long as I follow by your side, I can witness the entire flourishing age and write about it. "
Seeing Lan Shaobai's sincere tone and serious expression, Xiao Chen could not help feeling some admiration.
What Lan Shaobai wanted to do was probably unprecedented. It would take a lot of effort and time, and it would be fraught with difficulties.
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