"I … am the Emperor Lingwu."
Suddenly, an ancient voice reverberated throughout the area. It contained an indescribable majesty as if it was the power of heaven and earth.
Everyone's attention was attracted. Even the Tai Xuan Sage, who was chasing after Chen Zong, stopped.
Compared to killing Chen Zong, what was happening now was obviously more important.
As the ancient voice reverberated, an illusory figure appeared in the sky. It looked like a huge face. It looked unreal, but it was filled with endless majesty.
Everyone guessed that this might be one of the methods left behind by the Emperor Lingwu, such as the incarnation of his will.
Back then, the Emperor Lingwu was the most powerful person in the Lingwu Holy World. No one could imagine his methods.
"Juniors, I have left behind an opportunity and inheritance here. Work hard."
As soon as he finished speaking, an arc of light bloomed in the sky. It stretched and turned into a door.
That was the door to the Second Heaven.
According to the rules, only nine people could pass through this door.
The place where everyone was now was the First Heaven.
In the First Heaven, ten people could exist together. In the Second Heaven, nine people could exist together. In the Third Heaven, eight people could exist together.
And so on. In the Tenth Heaven, only one person could exist.
In theory, the opportunity in the First Heaven was the most ordinary, and the opportunity in the Tenth Heaven was the most precious.
Before entering the Lingwu Holy Ground, everyone had been informed of this. Hence, the Tenth Heaven was everyone's first goal.
Charge!
In an instant, everyone used their movement techniques. Like arrows released from a bow, they shot up into the sky as fast as lightning toward the door to the Second Heaven.
Out of the ten people, only nine could enter the Second Heaven. One would be left behind in the First Heaven.
Charge!
Charge! Charge!
Charge! One by one, they shot up into the sky and rushed toward the door as fast as they could.
Chen Zong's cultivation was the lowest among the ten, but Chen Zong wasn't the slowest. At the very least, Chen Zong's speed was faster than Gong Tianxing and the others. He was second only to the three Saints and Tuo Tian.
In an instant, the Sky Frost Saint Son, the Ancient Saint Son, and the Barbaric Dragon Tuotian all rushed into the door and entered the Second Level of Heaven. However, the Taixuan Saint Son did not. Instead, he stopped at the door and stared at Chen Zong. His killing intent was extremely sharp.
His palm was like a blade, and there was an extremely terrifying power condensing at the edge of his palm. It was as bright as the edge of a blade.
Chen Zong was rushing toward the door as fast as he could. Suddenly, he felt a chill run down his spine and his expression changed drastically.
The Taixuan Saint's Heavy Xuan Force Field spread out and instantly suppressed Chen Zong from the sky. At the same time, the Palm Knife slashed through the air.
Boom!
The extremely terrifying saber-light slashed down mercilessly with an irresistible force. It clearly had an astonishing sharpness that could split mountains and split the earth, but it also carried the terrifying might of a thunderbolt.
This attack was merciless.
Heavenly Ferocious Force Field!
But under the Heavenly Ferocious Force Field's attack, the Taixuan Saint Son's expression did not change at all. There was only coldness on his face, and there seemed to be a hint of mockery in his eyes. He seemed to be mocking Chen Zong for overestimating himself and working so hard for nothing.
After the Heavenly Ferocious Force Field last time, the Taixuan Saint Son had returned to the Taixuan Sacred Palace and found a secret treasure that could fend off external evils.
Chen Zong used all his strength to resist again, but he felt that the power was too difficult to resist. He felt like his entire body was about to be split open, and he quickly fell from the sky.
Then, the others entered the door and disappeared. In the end, Gong Tianxing even looked back at Chen Zong.
"Stay in the First Level of Heaven obediently," Gong Tianxing said with a sneer.
The Opportunity in the First Level of Heaven was the worst. This was the experience of those who had entered since ancient times.
Letting Chen Zong stay in the First Level of Heaven would at most give him the worst Opportunity. It was the best choice.
In the end, the Taixuan Saint Son looked down from above. His eyes were aloof and indifferent. He looked at Chen Zong as if he was looking at an ant.
Chen Zong looked up and met the Taixuan Saint Son's eyes. His eyes were extremely sharp, but they could not affect the Taixuan Saint Son at all.
Then, the Taixuan Saint Son turned around and disappeared into the door. The door also closed.
Instantly, an empty feeling filled Chen Zong's heart.
When Chen Zong knew that there were 10 Levels of Heaven in the Lingwu Sacred Ground and that there was an Opportunity or Inheritance in each Level, and the higher the level, the better the Opportunity and Inheritance.
Chen Zong set his goal at the Tenth Level of Heaven.
Of course, Chen Zong also knew that everyone's first goal would be the Opportunity in the Tenth Level of Heaven. The competition would be fierce.
Therefore, the second and third goals were the Ninth Level of Heaven and the Eighth Level of Heaven, respectively.
At the very least, they would enter the Seventh Level of Heaven.
However, he did not expect to be targeted by the Taixuan Saint Son. He could not enter the Second Level of Heaven and could only stay in the First Level of Heaven.
A strong sense of unwillingness grew in his heart, and a trace of murderous intent filled the air.
Then, Chen Zong exhaled heavily.
Now that he could not enter the Second Level of Heaven and could not enter the higher Levels, he could only stay in the First Level of Heaven. It was a foregone conclusion.
Then, he could only search for the Opportunity in the First Level of Heaven.
The Lingwu Sacred Ground was left behind by the Emperor Lingwu. No matter how bad the Opportunity in the First Level of Heaven was, it should be extraordinary.
He hoped so.
Chen Zong calmed down and looked around. Then, he used his movement technique and quickly flew forward.
He only knew that there was an Opportunity in the First Level of Heaven, but he did not know where it was. He could only search for it.
The nine supreme prodigies entered the Second Level of Heaven, and the door to the Third Level of Heaven opened. A new round of competition began.
It was destined that one person would stay in the Second Level of Heaven, and eight people would enter the Third Level of Heaven.
With the help of the Taixuan Saint, Gong Tianxing entered the Third Level of Heaven, the Fourth Level of Heaven, the Fifth Level of Heaven, and finally stopped at the Sixth Level of Heaven.
As for the Barbarian Dragon Sky Expansion, he stopped at the Seventh Level of Heaven.
After an intense competition between the Sky Chill Saint Son and the Ancient Saint Son, the Sky Chill Saint Son was slower and stayed in the Eighth Level of Heaven.
The Ancient Saint Son stayed in the Ninth Level of Heaven.
Only the Taixuan Saint Son entered the Tenth Level of Heaven.
Since then, they each searched for their own Opportunity.
The Lingwu Sacred Ground's First Level of Heaven was very vast. Chen Zong flew at his fastest speed for half a day, but he still could not see the end.
Chen Zong flew at full speed. His speed was shocking, and he had already flown very far in half a day.
Fly, fly, fly!
Chen Zong suddenly remembered that whenever he entered a mystic realm, he would be told that there was a time limit. Only this time, there was no time limit.
Was there no time limit?
Or did they forget?
For such a big matter, it should not be the latter.
Chen Zong also did not know how far he had flown. All in all, he still could not see the end. There was only an endless barren wilderness. There were no mountains, water, or trees.
This kind of barren world would drive people crazy if they stayed here for too long.
Chen Zong's will was very strong. His expression did not change. It was as if there were no ripples in the water of an ancient well. He continued to fly forward with determination.
He did not know where the Opportunity was. He could only follow his heart. Since he felt this way, then he would follow his heart.
The thousands of identical colors made Chen Zong feel as if he was motionless. This kind of high-speed flight was just an illusion. Instantly, his tenacious mind and willpower, which had been tempered through countless trials and tribulations, fluctuated in an instant.
As soon as this thought appeared, Chen Zong stopped to observe carefully. The more he looked, the more obvious that feeling became.
It was as if he had been doing something useless. He thought that he was flying forward continuously, but in reality, he was just staying in the same place. However, he did not know what method he used to create this illusion.
Or rather, it was an illusion.
The moment this epiphany arose, Chen Zong felt a unique wave of energy coming from all directions.
The fluctuation gradually spread and swept in all directions.
Immediately, wisps of yellow sand-like smoke rose into the air, curling up like smoke from kitchen chimneys.
Chen Zong stood in the middle of it, unmoving. However, he had already released his Divine Thought and Heart Domain to cover all directions. He carefully observed every change.
Gradually, the yellow sand-like smoke became thinner. He could vaguely see an outline, but it was not real.
It was like a dream. All the smoke dissipated. It felt as if a picture scroll was slowly unfolding in front of his eyes. It was like the tranquility of Jiangnan's water village.
It was a lake, and when a cool breeze blew past, the surface of the lake would ripple with a green-blue light.
It was a weeping willow. Its long and soft leaves swayed gently in the wind, like fairies.
It was a house, standing on a small island in the middle of the lake. It was built with withered yellow grass and stood alone in the wind.
Chen Zong stood by the lake. Under his feet was the soft grass.
Chen Zong looked ahead with a solemn expression. Could that straw house be the place where the so-called opportunity was?
Whether it was or not, he would know once he went there.
Chen Zong stretched out his body. Lightning filled the air. He suddenly turned into a bolt of lightning and flew forward. However, he was suddenly suppressed by an invisible force and fell. The moment his feet touched the lake, the invisible force disappeared.
Could it be that he could not fly?
He tried again. It was indeed the case.
However, it did not matter. He could not fly, but he could walk on the water.
One step!
Two steps!
Three steps!
Chen Zong realized that the small island in the middle of the lake, which seemed very close, seemed to be very far away. It was as if he was looking at a mountain and running it to death.
Could it be that it was an illusion like before?
However, it did not seem to be because he could feel that it was real. He could feel that he was indeed getting closer to the small island in the middle of the lake.
It was just that the distance was a little far.
He was not afraid.
He kept performing and getting closer. His belief was extremely firm.
Suddenly, Chen Zong felt as if he had been teleported. After he took a step forward, the small island in the middle of the lake, which was very far away, suddenly appeared in front of him. In other words, he suddenly appeared at the edge of the small island in the middle of the lake.
The straw house was very close.
For a moment, Chen Zong felt a little excited.
Was the straw house really the place where the opportunity was?
After taking a deep breath and calming himself down, Chen Zong took a step forward. His back was as straight as a sword, and he stepped forward courageously.
The door of the straw house was closed. Chen Zong tried to push it. He thought it would be difficult to open it, but he did not expect that the door, which seemed to be made of withered grass, would be easily pushed open with a gentle push. It seemed to be weightless.
Fortunately, Chen Zong had an amazing control of his own strength. He withdrew it as soon as he released it.
Looking around, the thatched hut wasn't big. It was the size of a normal room, and the decorations inside were very simple. There was nothing on all sides except for a table in the middle. The table looked like it was woven and compressed from withered grass.
In front of the withered grass table was a futon woven from withered grass. It looked very ordinary and simple. On the table, there was a book.
The color of the book was the same as the withered grass. Its cover looked very rough, as if it was made of crushed withered grass. All of this surprised Chen Zong.
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