Three days later, the matter of Xiao Chen defeating the Little Thunder Saber at Thunder Controlling Peak and calmly leaving in front of Shangguan Lei spread throughout the three blessed lands.
The various sects in the blessed lands all knew of this white-robed bladesman who dared to tyrannically trample on the Little Thunder Saber before Shangguan Lei, not giving him any face at all.
What was even more terrifying was that Shangguan Lei actually let Xiao Chen leave, not daring to make a move despite his anger.
Who was Shangguan Lei? He was the strongest true inheritor of the Black Cave Mountain, a late-stage Major Primal Core cultivator just one step shy of breaking through to peak Major Primal Core.
Even an ordinary Star Venerate might not succeed in killing Shangguan Lei.
Shangguan Lei was tyrannical and arrogant, seeking revenge for the smallest grievance. However, he was such a ruthless person, a ruthless person who had been famous in the Grave Sea for a long time.
Shangguan Lei watched as Xiao Chen left, not daring to say anything at all. This was simply inconceivable.
This piqued everyone's curiosity about this white-robed bladesman's identity.
--- Back at the Purple Flame Sect, Xiao Chen did not know that he had already caused a huge commotion in the three blessed lands.
Xiao Chen was currently making one final push to enter the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, continuing his preparations.
Back then, after Xiao Chen said his goodbyes to Yang Qing and the others, he formally sealed the Lunar Shadow Saber away. From then on, he would no longer care about any of his past glory.
He would only bury his pride deep in his heart.
The tribulation lightning he absorbed at Thunder Controlling Peak not only loosened his bottleneck but also raised his Thunder Dao cultivation by another level, reaching the peak of the Thunder Domain.
The next step was to break through and grasp the Thunder Dao.
More importantly, Xiao Chen's Divine Lightning Eye was about to break through the third layer and reach the fourth layer.
This was an unexpected joyous matter. The cultivation of the Divine Lightning Eye was abnormally slow. With every increase in layer, its might would undergo a tremendous change.
This was especially so after the third layer. The third layer of the Divine Lightning Eye could only overlap six bolts of tribulation lightning. However, the fourth layer could overlap ten bolts of tribulation lightning. Its might would undergo a tremendous change.
For the past three days, Xiao Chen had been anxiously trying to make a breakthrough.
If he succeeded, he would have a chance to enter the Fiendish Demon Battlefield and show off his abilities. He would no longer fear a head-on clash with the top ten true inheritors of the three blessed lands.
Meanwhile.
In the Heaven Shaking Mountain's blessed land, a door plate with the words "Confucian Institution" flickered above the clouds of the two main peaks. It was faintly discernible, like a courtyard in a fairyland.
The memorial tablets of many Confucian predecessors and Sages stood in the Confucian Institution's imperial ancestral temple. A portrait of the Martial Epoch's Confucian Sage hung on the wall.
"Yueming, in this Fiendish Demon Battlefield, if you want to obtain the fortuitous encounter left behind by that Divine Vein expert, you should go to the Fiendish Demon Battlefield. Your chances should be very high. However, if you fight Shangguan Lei head-on, your chances of victory are still only fifty percent. As for that Profound Light Temple's Zhen Yuan, I have to admit that this little monk is the strongest of the three of you. "
In the study of the imperial ancestral temple, an ethereal voice that contained a righteous aura came from outside.
A young man dressed like a Confucian scholar was in the study. He exuded a righteous aura and wore a Carefree Scarf on his head. His temperament was free and easy, giving off an ethereal feeling. He was holding a book and calmly reading it. When he heard the words outside the room, he slowly put the book down.
This person was the strongest true inheritor of the Heavenly Shaking Mountain, Wang Yueming.
The righteous aura on Wang Yueming's face turned into a proud sharpness that spread out. "Mister, although that Shangguan Lei is the strongest true inheritor of the Black Cave Mountain, it is undeniable that he is bold but not astute, arrogant and conceited. However, I am more concerned about the Purple Flame Sect's Hua Yunfeng. This person is the one who truly hides his strength. There is also our Heavenly Shaking Mountain's Cloud Mountain Academy's Bai Yu. Her righteous aura is no weaker than mine.
"However, the hardest to shake would still be that group of people from the Potala Mountain. The Buddhist sect's Cultivation Techniques are a greater deterrent to Fiendish Demons than the supreme techniques of my Confucian sect."
"Haha! You are rather open-minded. Recently, a newcomer appeared in the Purple Flame Sect. He defeated the Little Thunder Saber in one move and even left calmly before Shangguan Lei. You have to pay more attention to him. "
Wang Yueming entered deep thought. "There are really a lot of newcomers recently. Not long ago, I heard that there was a disciple with the Yan cohort in the Potala Mountain's Profound Light Temple. In a debate about Buddhist principles, he defeated a senior monk with the Xuan cohort.
"Although these people are not strong enough, they might still be variables. You have to be careful."
As Wang Yueming spoke, the old man outside silently walked in.
"Whoosh!"
The old man stretched out his hand, and a folding fan silently landed in Wang Yueming's hand.
"This is …"
Wang Yueming was startled. The instant the folding fan entered his hand, he found it incredibly heavy. With one look, he could tell that the ribs of the fan were not ordinary wood. It even contained a profound aura. However, it was not a Dao Tool or a Dao Tool.
Wang Yueming gently opened the folding fan and saw two simple lines of a poem written on it: A loyal heart for all eternity, bright like the sun and moon; a body of righteousness writes the spring and autumn.
"Master used twenty years to write these words. With this aid, you will definitely be able to gain something in the Fiendish Demon Battlefield."
Wang Yueming's expression turned grave. He immediately knew how precious this folding fan was. His teacher had spent twenty years on it. Every word contained his teacher's spirit, Qi, and spirit, containing the purest righteous aura of the Confucian sect. ---
Divine Firmament Sect, Thunder Controlling Peak:
Above the Thunder Flame Plaza, Shangguan Lei looked at the majestic figure in front with his back facing him, not daring to raise his head.
"Everyone says that the disciples of my line are bold but not astute, arrogant and conceited. No matter how strong they are, they are just boorish men. However, they do not understand that if one cultivates the Thunder Dao like others, considering everything carefully and acting cautiously, how can one comprehend the true meaning of Thunder? The Thunder Dao should be arrogant and proud in the first place. Only then can one bring out the tyrannical true meaning of Thunder to its fullest.
"Three days ago, the Lightning Guiding Formation was broken, and the tribulation lightning's lightning core was destroyed. Someone left a heart demon in your junior brother. I do not blame you, Shangguan Lei. I only blame you for not having the courage to charge up at the very end! "
The Thunder Saber Xiang Tian enunciated every word. Every word struck Shangguan Lei's heart and soul, making him feel exceptionally unbearable.
"Master, Shangguan Lei knows his mistake …"
"Where is the mistake?!"
"Afraid of death …" Shangguan Lei lowered his head and whispered, feeling somewhat sullen.
At that moment, when Shangguan Lei faced Xiao Chen's questioning and the power of the lightning tribulation, he had indeed felt death approaching. If Shangguan Lei forced himself to attack, it would definitely end in mutual destruction. He could not accept that.
"In that case, you can die now."
"Bang!"
The Thunder Saber Xiang Tian turned around and struck Shangguan Lei with a palm strike without any warning, sending him flying and landing in a sorry state.
This startled Shangguan Lei. He felt a horrifying and terrifying lightning restriction planted in his body.
"When other people's disciples go to the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, their master will give them all sorts of tools. I will only give you one restriction. The moment you enter the Fiendish Demon Battlefield, it will activate. If you cannot break through to peak Major Primal Core Realm in half a month, you will explode and die. Every night, before your cultivation improves, you will suffer from the torture of lightning. "
Xiang Tian continued, "If you are not willing, I can remove the restriction now."
Shangguan Lei did not hesitate to fall to one knee. "This disciple understands Master's intentions. I will definitely not let you down."
The Thunder Saber Xiang Tian nodded slightly. "Before you go, go and check on your junior brother. It is just a heart demon. If he can walk out of it, his accomplishments will be even greater. He possesses the bloodline of the Great Desolate Eon's ten thousand races and is innately compatible with the Thunder Dao. It would be a pity to cripple him. "
"Yes!"
The opening of the Fiendish Demon Battlefield approached. The top ten true inheritors of the three blessed lands all received instructions from their masters.
However, Xiang Tian was the only one who directly gave his disciple a Life Ending Restriction.
Time flew. The opening of the Fiendish Demon Battlefield drew closer.
Xiao Chen finally broke through to the fourth layer of the Divine Lightning Eye. With a thought, four purple petals spun rapidly in his right eye.
"I did it!"
Joy appeared on Xiao Chen's face. He felt even more confident about his trip to the Fiendish Demon Battlefield. He also vaguely anticipated it.
Once the Fiendish Demon Battlefield opened, the inner sect elites, core disciples, and true inheritors of the one hundred peak Rank 3 sects of the three blessed lands and several Rank 4 sects would all pour in.
In the blessed lands, any Third Grade Sect's inner sect disciple could stand on their own and be comparable to the Elders of other sects when they traveled outside.
However, the Fiendish Demon Battlefield would welcome hundreds of elites to kill and obtain fortuitous encounters.
The intensity of the competition made one's blood surge just thinking about it. Who in the Martial Dao did not desire to stand out among the elite outstanding talents, obtain fortuitous encounters, and rise up?
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