The Creation Martial Pavilion was indeed extraordinary. Ye Xiwen could see a powerful aura seeping out wherever he looked. It was often left behind by the ancient books. The essence, qi, and spirit condensed and did not dissipate. After many years, it finally formed an essential change.
If Ye Xiwen wrote the scriptures carefully, he would naturally be able to achieve such an effect. This was an ability that only an Emperor could have. His words were the law, and whatever he wrote was the Great Dao. The Great Dao that was originally unfathomable, unseen, and untouchable was completely manifested in the hands of these Emperor.
However, if an ordinary force had an ancient book left behind by an Emperor, it would be the most precious of treasures. But here, it was everywhere.
The Fortune God Dynasty had been established for countless years. In this process, it was impossible to count how many Monarchs had been born and how many Monarchs had fallen. Even a colossus like the Heavenly Dao Sect might not even have a tenth of the Fortune Martial Pavilion's collection of ancient books and records.
This was the real reason why the Fortune Divine Dynasty could rule the world and suppress all forces. Relying on these treasures, the Fortune Divine Dynasty could continuously produce new Emperor Realm experts, and the Emperor Realm experts who joined the Fortune Divine Dynasty could grow continuously. Whether it was in terms of quantity or quality, they could suppress all forces in the world.
If Ye Xiwen had not chosen to join the Fortune God Dynasty, he would not have had the opportunity to enter this place.
Although Ye Xiwen also knew that he was at most a high-status non-staff member in the Fortune God Dynasty, and was not an elite talent cultivated by the Fortune God Dynasty, Ye Xiwen did not care.
The waters of the Fortune God Dynasty were too deep. Whether he could stir up trouble or not was one thing. He did not have the intention to do so. How to enter the eighth realm was the most important thing. Once he entered the eighth realm, he would not be far from the ninth realm. In this era where Heavenly Masters were in hiding, the ninth realm was enough to do many things.
Ye Xiwen walked forward and arrived in front of an ancient book. This ancient book was filled with a cold aura. Every molecule of this aura was composed of the talisman of the Great Dao. It was left behind by an Emperor who was proficient in the Ice Dao.
Ye Xiwen gradually unraveled the many mysteries in this ancient book. Although they were both Emperor Monarchs, Ye Xiwen's strength was stronger than this Emperor Monarch who was proficient in ice dao. In other words, Ye Xiwen's strength and realm were higher than when he had left this ancient book.
He would not be able to cultivate in this place for a long time, just a thousand years. Although it might seem like a long time, for Sovereign Emperors, this amount of time was nothing more than a split second. How much one could comprehend depended on the individual. Therefore, many people would only come here when they were about to make a breakthrough in their cultivation.
Every opportunity to come here was extremely rare and required many battle merits to exchange for it.
However, more than a thousand years was enough for him to do a lot of things.
After all, he had the help of the mysterious space. As long as the Dragon Vein could provide him with an endless supply of energy, he would be hundreds or even thousands of times more efficient than others.
Soon, the word 'Ice' appeared in front of Ye Xiwen's eyes. It was condensed from the comprehension of the Great Way of Ice described in this ancient book, and supplemented Ye Xiwen's Three Thousand Martial Paths.
Originally, with Ye Xiwen's own strength, even if he could deduce the Three Thousand Martial Paths, it would be relatively limited. However, it was different now. With the help of the power of these Emperor Monarchs, the deduction speed of his Three Thousand Martial Paths was even faster. There was no weakness at all.
This was his Dao and the foundation of his invincibility.
Ye Xiwen grabbed the word 'ice' in his hand and directly immersed it into his body. After that, he did not hesitate. He walked and stopped along the way, all the way inside.
His reading speed was extremely fast. He could almost finish reading very quickly. He also comprehended the Great Dao that belonged to him and integrated it into the Three Thousand Martial Paths.
In the end, Ye Xiwen directly evolved three thousand figures. It was the Three Thousand Martial Paths. Each Martial Path transformed into a human figure. Then, they flew towards the ancient book in the huge Martial Creation Pavilion that matched his own Great Dao. They absorbed the thoughts within and produced their own comprehensions.
In an instant, Ye Xiwen's comprehension speed was almost a thousand times faster. Fortunately, the mysterious space was processing this information. Otherwise, even with Ye Xiwen's ability, he could not process so many things at the same time.
Suddenly, Ye Xiwen only felt that many comprehensions were surging towards him like a tide. They were directly imprinted into the depths of his soul. Every kind of comprehension, as long as he saw it once, would not be forgotten. He felt that his originally incomparably sturdy eighth realm barrier had begun to loosen.
Although these Great Dao were left behind by the various Emperor Monarchs, not all of them were compatible with him. In fact, there was a huge difference between the paths they took. It was like one was towards the light, while the other was towards the darkness.
They were two completely different paths. On the path of a Emperor Monarch, it was rare for there to be a repetition. They were all completely different. However, stones from mountains could be used to improve jade. To Ye Xiwen, these people's Great Dao often gave him the feeling that he had obtained the most precious treasure.
It might be difficult to find in other places, but here, in this vast sea of ancient books, there would always be some that made Ye Xiwen feel amazed.
Therefore, Ye Xiwen felt that his own realm was rising. The more his Three Thousand Great Dao was perfected, the smoother his future path would be. Stepping into the eighth realm was not the end. He still had to step into the ninth realm, and even the Supreme Heavenly Lord Realm, until he obtained the Good Fortune Realm. And everything he was doing now was for the sake of this goal.
Every minute and every second, Ye Xiwen's aura was rising. There seemed to be no end to it. It was like a torrential mountain torrent, pounding against some solid existence.
Behind him, many martial arts also appeared. Under the illumination of the Enlightening Mind Ancient Tree, they emitted colorful rays of light.
At the same time, in front of Ye Xiwen, the Mysterious Creation Pill floated up and down, constantly rotating. Every time it rotated, a long river of pill energy would be separated and then poured into Ye Xiwen's mouth.
Every time Ye Xiwen absorbed a portion of the pill energy from the Mysterious Creation Pill, he would rapidly transform it into strength. This speed could be said to be extremely shocking.
Perhaps an ordinary Emperor Monarch would need to cultivate for a year to be able to transform his strength. With the support of the Mysterious Creation Pill, he only needed one day to achieve this.
And while he was absorbing the pill energy from the Mysterious Creation Pill, the Mysterious Creation Pill was also gradually shrinking at a speed visible to the naked eye. The pill energy had been absorbed by Ye Xiwen, so naturally, there was not much left.
Finally, when there was only one-third of the Mysterious Creation Pill left, Ye Xiwen felt that the power in his body had accumulated to an astonishing level. It was like a flood that had accumulated for countless years, and it was finally time to erupt.
Boom!
Suddenly, the aura on Ye Xiwen's body had climbed to the peak, and it seemed as if it had finally broken through some obstacles. It rushed over in one breath, and then this aura grew bigger and bigger, as if it had washed away all the barriers in the blink of an eye.
Originally, when he had just broken through, it was possible for his realm to regress again. However, Ye Xiwen's martial power had accumulated to the limit. Under his many calculations, the accumulation of his martial power had long been unfathomable, so he rushed over in one breath.
There was no need to stabilize his realm, because it had been directly stabilized, so it was impossible for his realm to fall again.
After stepping into the eighth realm, Ye Xiwen suddenly felt that his martial power had improved a lot, and his understanding of the Great Way seemed to have improved a lot. It was like there was originally a piece of cloth that covered your eyes, but now, after Ye Xiwen had used his own efforts to remove this piece of cloth, everything suddenly became clear, and everything was under his control.
Although he had just broken through not long ago, based on his understanding of himself, he was afraid that the current him could easily defeat the original peak of the seventh realm.
It was just a breakthrough, but everything was completely different. The methods that could be used in the eighth realm, the Heavenly Way that could be comprehended, were not comparable to those in the seventh realm at all.
This point, he had truly understood and truly understood after truly stepping into this realm.
There were nine realms of Imperial Monarchs, and the gap between every single realm was like the difference between the heavens and the earth. Every single Imperial Monarch was an extraordinary genius, but even then, there were countless Imperial Monarchs that were trapped in the first realm and were unable to advance even an inch for tens of millions of years.
Ye Xiwen's progress was already very shocking.
"I've finally stepped into the eighth realm, just as I expected. In the Martial Creation Pavilion, cultivation is really fast!" Ye Xiwen said slowly. This was just as he had expected. After spending three hundred years, he had finally stepped into the eighth realm, but in these three hundred years, he had also consumed more than half of the dragon vein in his body.
Every martial dao that was comprehended in those martial dao incarnations could not be completely comprehended without the mysterious space, and that mysterious space had to devour countless energy.
These accumulated enough to make an ordinary Emperor Lord's heart ache, but Ye Xiwen did not care. The most important thing was to increase his strength, everything else was fleeting.
After stepping into the eighth realm, even if Emperor Tian Yi personally came, it would be impossible to kill him. In other words, he had the ability to protect himself in front of experts in the ninth realm of Emperor Lord.
This was the most important thing. With such strength as a foundation, he did not need to worry about the threat of Emperor Tian Yi and the others.
He had pacified the four provinces, but he did not only touch Emperor Tian Yi alone. It was just that those people behind the scenes had not appeared yet, but Ye Xiwen did not doubt that they would make a move sooner or later.
Therefore, Ye Xiwen did not care about the price. Only by increasing his strength to the point where he could protect himself before they made a move was the way of the king.
Thinking of this, Ye Xiwen's eyes were resolute. His figure flashed, and he flew towards the depths of the Martial Creation Pavilion.
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