As the talisman spun around, a faint might spread out in all directions, forming a blurry clump of light.
Unfortunately, before the radiance of the powerful Divine Lightning, this talisman, which could shock everyone in the outside world, seemed to pale in comparison.
A state was formless, but a will had form. To turn a state into a will, most people would imitate a weapon that they were good at, be it a saber, a sword, or a spear.
There were also outstanding talents, powerful demonic geniuses, and wondrous ideas. Some people were bold enough to imitate their will into a legendary ferocious beast, such as a phoenix, a True Dragon, a Qilin, a Golden Crow, or a Kun Peng.
However, such Holy Beasts had a huge problem: they had vanished long ago during the Martial Epoch. Occasionally, there were rumors of them, but they were fleeting. It was hard to verify the veracity of them.
Without seeing the real thing, no matter how outstanding one was and how talented one was, one's will would lack some charm.
Xiao Chen was different. He did not know the grade of the talisman in the clump of light, but it was definitely at least a Divine Grade talisman.
If he could subdue such a talisman, he could easily injure a True Dragon. The master of this talisman should have been someone who stood at the peak of the Immortal Epoch.
Who knew how many Holy Beasts' divine blood and all sorts of natural treasures were needed to make such a talisman. Even with the materials prepared, it would take several hundred years to make it.
Xiao Chen used this talisman as the manifestation of his will. This was unprecedented in the Martial Epoch. Even people with higher cultivation than him could not block his sharpness.
If the two clashed, Xiao Chen would definitely have the last laugh.
"Withdraw!"
Xiao Chen, who had rested for a long time, said softly as he looked at the talisman floating in the air. Then, the will talisman turned into a beam of light and entered Xiao Chen's forehead.
The instant the talisman entered his sea of consciousness, Xiao Chen's aura suddenly changed. A formless might spread out without any need for him to circulate it.
Right now, if a cultivator with a lower cultivation than Xiao Chen approached him, even if Xiao Chen did not do anything, they would feel mental pressure.
Not to mention exchanging glances with Xiao Chen. With just one look, they would feel fear and fear.
This was the might of a will. Back then, in the Dragon Burial Mound, the Thunder and Lightning Palace's An Junxi's will of thunder shocked everyone.
Whether it was intentional or not, as long as they were within the range of An Junxi's will, they would be affected, stunned for a moment.
It was hard to imagine how the five Fiend cultivators, especially An Junxi's enemies, felt at that.
If they knew that An Junxi had comprehended a will, no one else would dare to compete with him for the dragon bones.
"Haha! Xiao Chen, congratulations. Back then, the Thunder Emperor was the youngest genius to comprehend a will in the past ten thousand years. He was already twenty-five. You now, you are twenty-two. and already, you. Now, you, I, I, Spirit., I, Fiend, I...
. "Ao Jiao slowly floated down, feeling happy for Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen said calmly, "Now is a once-in-ten-thousand-years age of geniuses. The peak of the Martial Epoch will arrive again. There will be countless demonic geniuses. The Kunlun Realm is so vast. It is possible that no one has comprehended a will earlier."
Ao Jiao smiled faintly and said, "There is no need to be humble. Oh, right. What is the form of your will? I have never seen it before. I have also never heard of anyone who could make their will form into such a form."
The form of the will was very crucial. To a large extent, it would determine the quality of the will, which would affect one's combat prowess.
Normally, one's will would form a weapon that they cultivated. That way, it would be more offensive and would also increase the might of their Martial Techniques.
Cultivators with stronger talent would form their will into a living thing, giving it spirituality. It might even form a new life, becoming their own incarnation.
The demonic geniuses would set their goals even higher. Their boldness would be unparalleled, directly forming their will into a legendary Divine Beast. However, the difficulties and challenges they faced would also be greater.
The Tianwu Domain's Three Holy Masters had a special advantage in this aspect. Their Martial Spirits were legendary Divine Beasts. Forming their will into a Divine Beast was much easier.
However, aside from the lost Dragon's Gate, there were only three Holy Masters in the world. After all, most cultivators' Martial Spirits were ordinary worldly items. Under normal circumstances, they only had the use of condensing and storing Quintessence.
The will that Xiao Chen formed was not a weapon or a Spirit Beast, much less a legendary Divine Beast. It was a talisman that no one had seen before.
When Xiao Chen heard this, he felt it was strange. He asked, "The Thunder King did not see the true appearance of that Divine Lightning back then."
Ao Jiao shook her head and said, "No. Back then, the Thunder King was just a Martial Sage. The Small Thousand Realms were too far away. With his perception, he could only see thousands of dragon-shaped lightning bolts. He did not see the true Divine Lightning."
This was not strange. Xiao Chen had relied on his Spiritual Sense and risked his life thousands of times before he saw the true appearance of the Divine Lightning.
However, when he saw the true appearance of the Divine Lightning, it dispelled another of Xiao Chen's guesses. This Divine Lightning was not left behind by a Martial God.
Whether Martial Gods existed in the world was still a mystery. This "Divine Lightning" could not prove anything.
After giving a simple explanation of why the talisman turned into this, Xiao Chen started to familiarize himself with the changes in his strength after comprehending a will.
Ao Jiao smiled faintly and resumed her cultivation. This place would be of great help to her recovery. She could not waste any time.
Then, Xiao Chen checked his Heavenly Sage Laws. There were one hundred Heavenly Sage Laws. The number had not changed. However, due to his will, they had become thicker.
From the thickness of a pinky finger, they had grown to the thickness of a thumb. The baptism of the Divine Lightning on his will seemed to affect his Heavenly Sage Laws as well, making them even more resilient.
As the Heavenly Sage Laws danced, they felt very powerful. They even contained the might of a will.
If Xiao Chen ran into that Xuan Clan Senior Elder again, he would be able to instantly crush the other party in terms of the strength of his Heavenly Sage Laws, mercilessly shattering the other party's Heavenly Sage Laws.
In another six months, the appointed time with Bai Wuxue would arrive. With Xiao Chen's talent, he would definitely not stop advancing.
After thinking for a while, Xiao Chen decided not to rush out. He would cultivate here for three months, strengthening his Quintessence further and using the special environment of this place to stabilize his cultivation.
At the same time, he would comprehend the Movement Technique, Thunder Steps, that he obtained from Mo Lingtian.
The first time Xiao Chen saw Mo Lingtian execute Thunder Steps' explosive increase in speed, he felt very interested. He felt that there were many things he could learn from it.
Although there was only one move of the Kun Peng Fist that the Heavenly Roc King left behind, Xiao Chen still had to make some time to learn it.
Furthermore, he had not purified that dark painting piece yet. Before he left, he had to make some time to purify it. As for when he would absorb it, that was another matter.
Three months might seem like a lot, but when he thought about it, he did not have much time to waste.
However, Xiao Chen did not know that the Silver Moon Spirit Fox Race did not intend to let him off. As long as he left, he would face three bona fide Inferior Grade Martial Sages.
The hazy white fog lingered all year round. In the past ten thousand years, no one had heard of anyone coming out of Misleading Fog Lake.
What was in the lake? Why did it cause people to get lost? The forbidden land, Misleading Fog Lake, had always been filled with all sorts of mysteries in the vast and boundless Fiend Domain.
Throughout history, there had been several Sovereign Martial Emperors who wanted to explore it. However, after they delved ten kilometers, they did not dare to advance any further.
These Sovereign Martial Emperors could clearly sense that the thing in the center of the lake already surpassed that of a Sovereign Martial Emperor. It might be related to the legendary True God or a powerful expert from the previous epoch.
This was not something they could take the risk to find out.
At this moment, the three Xuan Clan Senior Elders led dozens of Xuan Clan half-Sages on the shore, chatting listlessly.
Although the First Elder, Xuan Feng, had given the mission of guarding this place for three months, everyone knew that this was just for show, to appease the Clan Head's anger.
Even Emperor Wu could not come out of this Misleading Fog Lake. How could an insignificant half-Sage do so? If he really did come out, the entire Fiend Domain would be shaken.
"Haha! Xuan Feng, you are really capable. You could not even catch an insignificant half-Sage, causing us to sit here for three months."
There were three Xuan Clan Senior Elders here. Aside from Xuan Feng, who fought with Xiao Chen earlier, there were also Xuan Ye and Xuan Shui. The one who spoke was Xuan Shui, who had always been at odds with Xuan Feng.
The ten half-Sages behind all showed unhappy expressions. However, due to Xuan Feng's status, they could not say anything.
Forty half-Sages and three Martial Sages. For the sake of killing Xiao Chen, the Xuan Clan had put in a lot of effort. It looked like Xuan Yu's death had truly angered the Xuan Clan's Clan Head.
Such a force was equivalent to a third of the Xuan Clan's strength.
Unfortunately, Xiao Chen hid in Misleading Fog Lake, leaving this strong team with nowhere to go. They could only sit here and do nothing. However, they could not disobey orders and leave on their own.
Xuan Feng said angrily, "Xuan Ye, what is the meaning of this? Earlier, you mocked me in front of the First Elder. I already endured it. Yet, you still dare to mock me?"
Xuan Shui retorted, "Did I say anything wrong? If not for your strength being average, how could you give that brat the chance to enter Misleading Fog Lake? Why would we waste three months?"
The fight with Xiao Chen had already made Xuan Feng extremely depressed in the first place. He no longer had a good temper. He shouted, "If you are capable, then charge in and bring out that brat's head."
"You …"
Seeing the two arguing intensifying, Xuan Ye had no choice but to be the peacemaker. She said, "Alright, stop arguing. The deadline will be up when the sun sets today. This brat will definitely die if he enters Misleading Fog Lake. At least we can report to the Clan Head."
"Doyens, there seems to be some movement in there!"
Just at this moment, one of the Xuan Clan half-Sages in the back suddenly said uncomfortably.
Xuan Feng and the other two stopped talking and looked in the direction the half-Sage half-Sage pointed. They saw a formless sword flying over the dense fog in the distance, splitting it in half like a canvas.
"This is?"
Xuan Feng's expression froze. Suddenly, a bad feeling welled up in his heart.
The fog in front parted automatically, and a figure that Xuan Feng did not want to see the most appeared. He had delicate facial features, fluttering white clothes, long black hair, and a pair of deep and boundless eyes.
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