The remaining one hundred meters of blank space was the time after the Savage Desolate War of the Emperors. The various races had weakened, their strength plummeting. The peak of the Martial Dao was gone forever.
This lasted until ten thousand years ago, when the strongest Sovereign Martial Emperor of the Ancient Era, the Qing Emperor, appeared. Only then did he carve his name at the three-kilometer mark that had not been carved for tens of thousands of years.
Compared to the ancients, there was still a significant gap. Even the Qing Emperor could not touch the many legendary names of that magnificent era.
However, the names of the Qing Emperor and the Thunder King still far surpassed the names of the Sovereign Martial Emperors of the past ten thousand years.
The area one hundred meters below the two names was blank; there were no names at all. Only after one hundred meters were some purple and gold names visible.
Compared to the Qing Emperor, the Thunder King's gold name was much dimmer. The Qing Emperor's name was as dazzling as the stars. However, the Thunder King's name was just an ordinary gold.
After seeing so many names, Xiao Chen guessed that the luster of the name had something to do with the strength of the person. The Thunder King had died mysteriously not long after advancing to Sovereign Martial Emperor. Naturally, his strength could not compare to the Qing Emperor at his peak.
Seeing the two names side by side, Xiao Chen could not help but feel even more pity for the Thunder King. If nothing unexpected happened, the Thunder King might really be the second Qing Emperor.
The densely packed golden names were about a hundred meters long. However, when the Sage Mark Monument reached the highest point, there was not a single name to be seen.
Only blurry traces could be seen, but it was unclear who had left those traces and when they had been left behind.
Where did these people go and where they were now? This had always been a mystery in the Kunlun Realm. Several people guessed that those who could leave marks at the highest point might have become the legendary Martial Gods.
However, no one in this world had ever seen a Martial God. The legends about Martial Gods were only recorded in some documents. Most of the records were oral accounts that could not be verified. There were no actual examples.
The Martial God was still an illusory legend to all martial artists.
The shock that the Sage Mark Monument brought to everyone lingered for a long time. After reading through this stone monument, it was like experiencing the entire history of the Martial Epoch.
Only after a long time did someone come back to his senses. With a light leap, he arrived in front of the stone tablet and was about to carve his name on it.
Under the premise of guaranteeing a spot, it was naturally better to carve one's name as high as possible. Everyone would have a trace of vanity and a competitive heart.
The number of people eager to give it a try kept increasing. Soon, the boundary of one thousand meters was broken by someone. Names kept breaking the height of others.
However, after half a day, no one had been able to break through the boundary point of two kilometers.
A few middle-aged cultivators wanted to give it a try. In the end, they failed. They vomited blood and fell to the ground, losing their qualifications to enter the Sage Mark Monument.
A figure flashed and landed below the Sage Mark Monument. When the other cultivators, who were preparing to leave their names, saw this person, they immediately stopped what they were doing and focused their gazes on him.
"The Peacock King's grandson, Kong Yuan, is here. It looks like he will be the first to break the two-kilometer record today."
"The names that reached the two-kilometer mark all became Emperor Wu. This person soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring and will definitely advance to Martial Emperor within a hundred years. It looks like the two-kilometer mark is not difficult for him."
"I wonder how far he can go. Back then, the Peacock King seemed to have left his name at the two-thousand-five-hundred-meter mark."
"The higher one flies, the greater the pressure. Every ten meters from the two-thousand-meter mark, the pressure increases exponentially. Furthermore, one still has to leave their name in the air. This is a problem for anyone."
"It is hard to say how high he can go."
As the first younger-generation cultivator to step up, Kong Yuan received a lot of attention. Not only did all the cultivators here look over, but the cultivators watching from the surrounding peaks also focused their gazes on him.
"Hu chi!"
Kong Yuan did not hesitate. He pushed off the ground and soared into the air. He did not feel any pressure within one kilometer. After one kilometer, Kong Yuan's expression turned grave, and his speed slowed significantly.
After one thousand five hundred meters, his thick eyebrows were already deeply knitted together. Clearly, the pressure was already significant.
However, Kong Yuan was Kong Yuan after all. He did not disappoint the crowd and arrived at the two-thousand-meter mark. The many Fiend Race cultivators all revealed smiles on their faces.
However, that Kong Yuan did not show any intention of stopping. He continued to ascend. At this moment, Kong Yuan could see that Kong Yuan's face was practically twisted together as he gritted his teeth.
Sweat covered Kong Yuan's forehead. Every ten meters was exceptionally difficult. The Fiend Race cultivators could not help but break out in a cold sweat, feeling anxious for him.
Kong Yuan arrived at the two-thousand-five-hundred-meter mark after much difficulty. Then, he saw a familiar name. That was his grandfather, one of the two remaining Sovereign Martial Emperors of the Fiend Domain.
Kong Yuan relaxed his frown and revealed a smile. As he hovered in the air, a short sword appeared in his hand. Then, he carved his name beside the Peacock King's name, stroke by stroke.
Stone fragments flew everywhere, and light shone. The Fiend Race cultivators cheered thunderously.
When Kong Yuan finished carving the last stroke, a beam of light entered his body and relieved the pressure he endured.
As the Fiend Race cultivators looked at Kong Yuan like he was a hero, he slowly landed.
"Unexpectedly, the moment he made an appearance, he already tied with the Peacock King. The younger generation is truly unbelievable."
As the first of the younger generation to make an appearance, Kong Yuan managed to achieve such a height. Not only did the Fiend Race cultivators rejoice, but the spectators were also slightly moved.
The person who spoke was the physical body cultivator that Xiao Chen had paid special attention to earlier, the Iron Hand Sovereign's descendant, Kui Dou.
Kong Yuan had just achieved such a height, yet he was looked down on. He felt angry in his heart. He said, "Kui Dou, don't spout such big words. If you have the guts, go and surpass me now."
Kui Dou bared his arms, revealing his bulging muscles and perfect curves. As he looked at the names on the Sage Mark Monument, he said, "Now is the age of geniuses. If I still use the standards of the older generation to measure myself, I will be underestimating myself."
Kong Yuan smiled coldly and said, "What is the point of saying so much? I'll say it again. If you have the guts, go and surpass me now."
The Iron Hand Sovereign and the Peacock King were both famous Sovereign Martial Emperors of this generation. They were very strong and could shake up a region. The clash between their descendants immediately attracted the attention of several people.
Kui Dou said calmly, "There is no need for you to say that. I am about to give it a try."
Kui Dou leaped forward and arrived before the Sage Mark Monument. Then, he pushed off the ground and burst into the air.
Kui Dou moved like an arrow, relying on the explosive power of his strong physical body. He crossed a height of one kilometer in an instant. Only when he reached a height of two kilometers did he slow down.
A cold smile flashed in Kong Yuan's eyes. The true test was only starting now. The explosive power of a physical body cultivator was very strong. However, this was a battle of endurance.
Once one's explosive power ran out, the formless pressure from the Sage Mark Monument would instantly knock him back.
However, before Kong Yuan's smile could freeze, Kui Dou pushed off the ground and soared up again. With a spurt of energy, he soared five hundred and fifty meters.
Kui Dou reached a height of fifty meters above Kong Yuan. Using his hand as a sword, he quickly finished carving his name. When he finished the final stroke, his figure wavered, and he landed firmly on the ground.
When Kong Yuan saw his name on the Sage Mark Monument surpassing him by fifty meters, his complexion paled in disbelief.
The expressions of the many older-generation Martial Sages and the Martial Monarchs watching the excitement on the surrounding peaks all changed slightly. The words "the younger generation will surpass us in time" appeared in their hearts.
Following that, the younger generation stepped out one after another. All sorts of height records were broken. From two thousand five hundred meters to two thousand nine hundred meters, people continuously carved their names on the Sage Mark Monument.
In the previous Sage Mark Monuments, those who could carve their names at a height of two thousand meters would be regarded as absolute geniuses by everyone.
However, the current scene truly broadened everyone's horizons. There were quite a few people who didn't reveal their expressions, but when they truly left their names, they were all moving and shocking everyone.
Under the hood, Xiao Chen's gaze did not remain idle. He took advantage of this opportunity to pay attention to the hidden experts of the various races.
The goal was not to leave their names. After entering the Sage Mark Monument, the various treasures and Spirit Veins were the true targets.
After observing for a while, Xiao Chen discovered some clues. Among the four people from the Corpse Race, there was a man with a mark on his forehead.
This person remained silent. However, Wang Can's attitude toward this person was strangely respectful. Occasionally, he would lower his head and say something to this person.
The mark on this person's forehead looked like a flower — a very strange flower. Xiao Chen felt that it looked like the legendary Departed Spirit Flower. However, the mark was too small, so he could not be sure.
Xiao Chen had long since paid attention to the girl named Qing Cheng from the Ghost Race. Now that he saw the Martial Sage, Xiao Chen found her even more unfathomable.
Although the height at which the Fiend Race's Kong Yuan left his name had been surpassed repeatedly, Xiao Chen, who had seen Kong Yuan make a move before, did not think that he was much weaker than the others.
Back then, Kong Yuan had blocked the combined Martial Technique of thirteen Deity Race experts with a simple palm strike. That had left a deep impression on Xiao Chen.
However, what caught Xiao Chen's attention was the handsome man beside Kong Yuan, the descendant of The Fox King, Yuan Xu.
"The Deity Race cultivators have arrived!"
Just at this moment, a soft cry interrupted Xiao Chen's thoughts. Xiao Chen turned his head and saw thirteen white-haired Deity Race cultivators arriving at the Sage Mark Monument together.
"Hu chi!"
Light burst out as the thirteen people advanced together. Before the eyes of the many cultivators, they continued to rise. Soon, they surpassed two thousand five hundred meters.
Startled cries rang out. All the cultivators present were stunned. Half of the people who could leave their names at two thousand five hundred meters had already become Sovereign Martial Emperors.
Could it be that the Deity Race would give birth to thirteen Sovereign Martial Emperors in the future?
Stone fragments flew everywhere. However, these thirteen people only stopped when they reached two thousand nine hundred meters. Then, their fingers released a golden light as they started to write their names.
"Two thousand nine hundred meters. After the Thunder King, no one has been able to carve their name here in the past few thousand years."
"I heard that when these thirteen people advanced to Martial Sage, the Supreme Deity Monarch conferred them the title of Keepers of Light. Keepers is a title second only to the Protector Elders of the Thousand Deity Church. Clearly, these thirteen people are extraordinary."
"These thirteen people are already so incredible. In that case, how high must the Divine Son Di Wuque and the Divine Daughter Tianyou Xi reach?"
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