The Jiang Clan old man smiled gently and dismissed everyone else on the bow. Aside from the two core geniuses of the various clans, only the leaders of the various clans remained on the deck.
These four old men were all grandmaster-level Martial Sages. Furthermore, there was a bright light on their foreheads; they seemed to have comprehended wills.
None of them were weaker than the Haotian Sect's Elder Bai. In fact, their accumulations seemed to be slightly higher.
When looking carefully, the Heavenly Sage Laws behind them all linked together, forming rings of light that ranged from small to large. With one glance, it was impossible to tell how many rings there were.
It was clear that his cultivation had already reached the peak of Martial Sage. He was only a step away from becoming a quasi-Emperor.
The Jiang Clan old man took the lead and said, "This time, everyone should have the same goal. So, to avoid internal conflicts, I feel that we need to discuss this first."
The leader of the Ying Clan group was an old woman who still retained her charm. A man and a woman followed behind her. The man was handsome and elegant, exuding a righteous air of royalty.
If Xiao Chen were here, he would immediately recognize the woman beside the man as Ying Qiong, whom he had an agreement with.
However, at this moment, Ying Qiong wore gorgeous golden Battle Armor, outlining her perfect figure. She wore a golden phoenix coronet on her head, looking very noble and honorable.
Her solemn and dignified expression made it hard to connect her to the mischievous girl who played tricks in the Star Grave Palace.
The Ying Clan old woman said, "Naturally, we have to discuss this. However, how should we discuss this? Does Old Brother Jiang have any good ideas?"
The two old men leading the Yan Clan and Lin Clan remained silent. Clearly, they tacitly agreed to the discussion as they waited for the Jiang Clan old man to continue.
The Jiang Clan old man smiled and said, "It's very simple. Everyone will rely on their own strength. We will fight fairly and not kill each other. Later, a thousand thrones will appear in the sky. Each throne will have a number behind it.
"As long as you can sit on a throne, the number behind it will be your rank on the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking. If you rank in the top ten, you will be qualified to enter the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring."
Everyone knew about this rule. Every time the Sage and Saint Ranking was reshuffled, it would be like this. All the rankings would be messed up and the ranking would be rearranged.
Everyone looked at this peak Martial Sage of the Jiang Clan, waiting for him to continue.
"The higher the ranking, the greater the reward. However, with the wealth of our four families, some of the rewards from Bushin Palace are nothing to us. There's no need to fight for empty titles. As long as you can get a spot, you can accept being in the top ten. "
"This time, there are quite a few disciples from the various clans who have come to participate in the rankings. However, you and I both know that the ones who can truly compete are the heirs of the various clans who have comprehended Will."
"In this aspect, our four clans are not inferior to each other. We all have two princes who have comprehended Will. In other words, we can fight for eight spots."
The old man from the Jiang Clan paused for a moment before continuing, "What I want to say is very simple. Regardless of which throne is in the top ten, as long as the core disciples of the four clans are fighting for it, the other seven must give up unconditionally. They can only fight for another throne."
The grandmaster-level Martial Sages of the other three clans lowered their heads in deep thought. They felt that what the Jiang Clan old man said was acceptable.
In this way, the internal friction between the various clans could be avoided to the greatest extent, and the benefits of each clan would be maximized.
The Ying Clan matron turned her head and discussed with Ying Qiong and another heir for a while before saying, "Our Ying Clan agrees to this agreement."
The Lin Clan old man nodded and said, "Our Lin Clan agrees as well."
The Yan Clan grandmaster-level Martial Sage turned his head and asked in a soft voice, "Shisan, Shisi, what do you think?"
One of the two Yan Clan heirs was Yan Shisan, whom Xiao Chen had met once before. The other was Yan Shisi.
These two had similar names, but their auras were completely different. Yan Shisan cultivated the Killing Sword Dao. He had a stern, cold, and emotionless expression.
Yan Shisi's handsome appearance was radiant and generous, giving people a natural sense of closeness.
"First Elder, just make the decision. I have no objections," Yan Shisi said in a melodious voice as he smiled gently.
Yan Shisan's lips moved, and he said, "It doesn't matter."
In the end, the Yan Clan also agreed to this agreement. The Jiang Clan old man smiled and said, "Good. Let's discuss the specifics of how to make use of the disciples of the other clans to cause trouble for our competitors."
While the four Sovereign Clans discussed how to obtain the most spots, the leading elders of the Three Holy Masters were not idle, either. They were anxiously making arrangements.
At the same time, the clans that believed that they had the strength to fight for the top ten were also anxiously making arrangements.
However, most of the sect disciples did not even think about getting into the top ten. To them, the Sage Ranking was just a grand event of the human race that happened once every four years.
What they needed to do was to take advantage of this reshuffle and the chaotic battles to fight for their own rankings on the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking.
As for the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, it was destined to be an unattainable fantasy. It was not something they could touch.
The arrival of the Sovereign Clans pushed the atmosphere to a climax. All sorts of discussions rang out endlessly. The fight for the top ten was about to begin.
This would be a chaotic battle for all the geniuses of the human race. Whoever could stand out would be the center of attention. The glory of the past could only become history.
Only by getting into the top ten could one truly obtain a spot in this age of geniuses. "Ka ca!
Ka ca! "
Starting from the one belonging to Xiao Chen, the thousand oil lamps on the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking started shattering one after another. The surroundings immediately fell silent. Everyone knew that the true chaotic battle was about to begin. The battlefield was about to begin.
"Until the end of time, my body is light. I am free and unfettered!"
"Glory will not die for ten thousand years; hot-bloodedness will never die out!"
"One will not grow old even after traveling a thousand mountains; one will not come even after looking through the autumn waters and winter!"
"I hold the sun and the moon and pluck the stars; what can I do even if the entire world is my enemy?"
…
When the oil lamp that belonged to the White Emperor City's Xia Houjue at the top of the pyramid shattered, a sage's voice rang out like the song of the Great Dao, resounding in the world.
The imprints of the predecessors of the human race all turned into images of light and soared into the sky. The voices of the various Sages reverberated endlessly in the world.
The disciples of the various sects on the surrounding warships all showed excited expressions. Under the influence of the Sages' voices, they felt like they had returned to the Ancient Era, the most glorious period of the human race.
Back then, at the peak of the Martial Dao, hundreds of races fought in a chaotic battle. The predecessors of the human race shone with light, using great strength and wisdom. For the disciples of the later generations, they established a great empire, passing it down to this day and never falling.
That was an age of epic proportions. Heroes came in large numbers, outstanding talents rose endlessly. Emperors were as common as the clouds, and Sages filled the land.
Now, the age of geniuses arrived again. The peak of the Martial Epoch would appear once more. Who could be unrivaled under the heavens and rule over the billions of humans?
"Since ancient times, the Sages have always been lonely. The ten thousand years of mundane affairs are all for naught!"
A desolate sage voice suddenly rang out. The fire-like Great Dao voice in the world suddenly stopped, and the image of a white-haired old man appeared in the sky.
That was the Spiritual Mark left by the Human Sovereign of the Ancient Era. Even now, it had not extinguished.
The Human Sovereign pointed to the sky, and the other human Sages did the same. "Boom!" Space trembled, and a small world suddenly opened in the void.
A black curtain of night covered the land. A vast star chart slowly unfurled in the sky. Many thrones with numbers on their backs floated in the dream-like river of stars, giving off a light.
After summoning the miraculous scene of the boundless river of stars, the marks left by the ancient Sages flickered and vanished.
However, after a while, the sect disciples on the ten thousand warships shot out like arrows. They gave off lights of various colors, showing fervent gazes as they flew towards the thrones in the starry heavens.
In that instant, close to one hundred thousand cultivators charged out at the same time. The vast scene was indescribable.
Naturally, the starry heavens were not the true starry heavens. That was just a small world that the human Sages carved out.
However, the "thousands" of cultivators was not just an empty number. Figures continuously jumped out of the warships of the various sects in a ring, continuously increasing this number.
Tens of thousands of cultivators flew towards a small world at the same time. The scene was so majestic that several of the older-generation cultivators sighed.
There were a thousand thrones in the starry sky. Behind each throne was a number formed by light. It represented the rank of the person who owned the throne on the Prodigy Roll.
At the highest point of the starry heavens, ten thrones stood out. They each stood in a corner and gave off a dazzling light. One of the golden thrones was even more unique.
Not only did it stand at the highest point of the starry heavens, but its golden light was also dazzling. Two soaring golden dragons were carved on the armrests, giving off the tyrannical aura of a king.
That was the supreme throne of the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking, which represented the first rank, empty. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
Suddenly, loud bangs resounded in the air. Several of the cultivators at the very front seemed to crash into something just as they were about to reach the starry heavens.
A huge rebound knocked them back, causing their faces to swell. Their Quintessence scattered, and they fell to the ground as they cried out miserably.
However, there were also many strong sect cultivators who directly dove in without any obstruction. Then, they excitedly headed for the thrones at the front.
That should be a test. Without a certain level of strength, one would not be qualified to compete for a rank on the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking. Even if the Proud Son of Heaven Ranking was reshuffled, no one would be allowed to take advantage of the situation.
The other true inheritors on the deck of the Haotian Sect's warship had already gone ahead. Only Xiao Chen and Shui Lingling had not set off yet.
Shui Lingling glanced at the incredibly chaotic starry heavens. Then, she said softly, "Junior Brother Xiao Chen, I will go first now. Let's meet at the highest point of the starry heavens."
The Profound Sun Bird on Shui Lingling's shoulder cried out sharply and turned into a clump of fiery light. Then, it quickly flew towards the starry heavens with Shui Lingling on its back.
Xiao Chen looked at the cultivators filling the sky. They all had excited expressions as they struggled to reach their destination. Lofty aspirations surged in his heart. Being born in this great age was the happiness of all cultivators.
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