Chen Zong was summoned by a sovereign.
The Single Hearted Holy Man had already informed him that the sovereign he was about to meet was the first sovereign of the Will Heavenly Palace. His title was the Master of Will!
Chen Zong found it hard to believe that this white-robed, white-haired old man with an amiable expression on his face was the Master of Will, whose name had shaken the Void. He was also known as the First Sovereign of the Void.
However, the words of the Single Hearted Holy Man and the memories of the Sword Master of Dong Ting made it clear to Chen Zong that this old man who looked like an old man next door was indeed the Master of Will.
When the Sword Master of Dong Ting became a sovereign, he was in high spirits and challenged everywhere. In the end, he challenged the Master of Will. However, he was defeated by the Master of Will in a single strike.
It was that tragic defeat that caused the Sword Master of Dong Ting to fall into a demonic state. In order to further strengthen himself, he made a move on the origin of the Sword Dao in the Void and forcefully took a small part of it. In the end, he was devoured by the origin of the Sword Dao, resulting in the subsequent tragedy.
Standing in front of the Master of Will, Chen Zong felt as though he was completely seen through when the Master of Will looked at him. It was as though all his secrets were laid bare before the Master of Will's eyes and nothing could be hidden.
After a long while, the Master of Will's eyes finally retracted. He frowned slightly and did not speak. He was deep in thought.
The Single Hearted Holy Man, who was standing by the side, was shocked.
Could it be that even the Master of Will was helpless?
"Hmm, this heart demon of yours is extraordinary." The Master of Intentions spoke. His voice was old, but there was an aura that was like a clear spring, like the wind and the moon. It immediately made people feel as if all the distracting thoughts had disappeared without a trace. Their minds were calm, and their thoughts were extremely clear.
What kind of power was this?
Even when he heard the Sword Master of Zenith Void talk about swords, he did not have such a feeling. This also meant that the Master of Will was an even more powerful sovereign than the Sword Master of Zenith Void. His every word and action seemed to represent the mysteries of the Great Dao.
"Sovereign, is there no way?" The Single Hearted Holy Man could not help but ask anxiously.
"Mm, I can't see the origin of this inner demon at the moment." The Master of Will pondered for a moment before looking at Chen Zong. "In that case, when you are about to break through to the Yuan Underworld, you can head to the Southern Void Sacred Land's Myriad Tribulation Divine Flame Mountain. I will inform the Divine Flame Master of Myriad Divine Flame there so that you can enter the Myriad Tribulation Divine Flame Furnace to break through.
"Ten Thousand Tribulation Divine Flame Furnace?" Chen Zong was puzzled.
"Ten Thousand Tribulation Divine Flame Furnace!" Yi Xin Holy Man exclaimed. It seemed that it was something extraordinary.
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"Also, this Devil Slaying Incantation can be used as a backup. ............. body to Will to Will.... Will's Will, Will. Will Will Divine Will.. Will... Will 'Will.
"Go to the Titled Divine Stele." The Master of Will smiled.
"Thank you, Ruler." The Wholehearted Holy Man bowed.
"Thank you, Ruler." Chen Zong bowed as well.
"Well, little one, cultivate well. I have high hopes for you." The Master of Will smiled. His face was peaceful, as though he was an old man taking a stroll in the courtyard.
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The Titled Divine Stele was a secret treasure that had been brought out from the depths of the void. By leaving one's name on it, one would gain its recognition and receive some sort of blessing.
Since ancient times, anyone who could leave their name on the Titled Divine Stele would surpass those disciples who didn't have a title.
It seemed to be a kind of invisible blessing. It was hard to explain, but those who were recognized could feel the benefits. As for what kind of benefits it was, it seemed to be different.
Under the Wholehearted Holy Man's lead, Chen Zong arrived at the Titled Divine Stele.
It was a giant stele made of an unknown material. The giant stele stood on the ground and pointed to the sky. Above it, there were clouds.
There were many titles inscribed on the giant stele. They were the titles of the Will Heavenly Palace's true disciples.
In order to obtain a title, one had to first become an elite true disciple and enter the five palaces. Only then would one be qualified to obtain a title. Only after completing the test could one personally inscribe their title on the stele.
After inscribing their titles, the stele would divide them. Titles were also divided into high and low ranks.
As for how they were divided, it depended on one's talent, potential, and other things.
Personally inscribing one's title was a direct contact with the stele. It would allow the stele to verify one's talent, potential, and so on.
The principle behind it was very profound and hard to explain.
Standing in front of the giant black stele, Chen Zong felt an indescribable sense of insignificance. It was as though he was as insignificant as a speck of dust.
Narrowing his eyes, Chen Zong stared at the stele. The titles on the stele were clearly divided into four levels.
Gold!
Silver!
Copper!
Iron!
The colors of the titles were not affected by the black color of the stele. They were very clear.
The iron titles were plain and unremarkable. The copper titles, on the other hand, were more imposing, but not too obvious. On the other hand, the silver titles contained a strong aura. It was as if they were enacting some kind of mystery.
The aura on the golden titles was the strongest and most vivid. It was as if the aura was about to burst out.
Chen Zong noticed that there weren't many golden titles. There were only eight of them, less than ten.
At the top of the list was the Master of Heart. When Chen Zong took a closer look at the words' Master of Heart ', it was as if there was a golden light shining brightly. His will descended and formed a world of its own. It was extremely mysterious.
In second place was the Single Hearted Holy Man.
Chen Zong was surprised. His master's title was so high that he was ranked second. It meant that his master's talent and potential were second in the Will Heavenly Palace.
Of course, once a person died, their titles would disappear from the Stele.
Chen Zong saw a familiar title: North Path Sirius.
That was the title of Luo Beichuan, his big brother, who was ranked fourth.
The golden words "North Way Sirius" emitted a proud and aloof aura.
Chen Zong looked away. He stood in front of the Stele and focused his mind.
To carve a title on the Stele, one had to adjust one's state and be in the best state.
There was only one chance. If one's state of mind wasn't good enough, there would be no second chance.
Chen Zong adjusted his energy to the best of his ability. Then, he unleashed all his combat strength.
Carving a title on the Stele was like fighting against a powerful warrior. There was no room for hesitation. One had to give it his all.
Two minds at once!
Lingwu methods!
Fire of the Eighth Level!
Primordial Sword Essence!
When Chen Zong exploded, the Single Hearted Holy Man was stunned. His eyes widened and there was an indescribable feeling of shock in his heart.
What kind of ability was that?
He was actually able to fuse the power of Qi Refining and Body Refining into a new and even more powerful power.
The Master of Will Heavenly Palace was a powerful warrior at the fourth level of the Imminent Divinity Realm. He could sense the change in Chen Zong instantly.
There were eight levels of Fire of the Heart. In other words, Chen Zong had cultivated the Thirty-three Levels of Will to the Eighth Level and created eight Heart Palaces.
There was also a sharp power. It was obviously the power of a spiritual body. It was so powerful. It was no ordinary spiritual body.
Surprise!
Shock!
His disciple seemed to have shocked him time and time again.
With such skills, such abilities, such talent, and such potential, he wondered what rank he would be on the Stele.
The sword light flashed. It was as dazzling as the sun. It pierced toward the Stele.
Under Chen Zong's sharp gaze, the Titled Heavenly Monument seemed to have turned into a supreme expert, a formidable opponent with overwhelming battle prowess. Chen Zong would have to use all of his battle prowess in order to be a match for it.
When the sword pierced out, the sword light was dazzling. It contained the essence of Chen Zong's Sword Dao.
The tip of the Extreme Heart Formless Sword landed on the Stele. However, it felt an astonishing toughness. Layers of resistance fell on the sword edge, making it seem like the sword edge was about to freeze.
The sword followed the heart!
There seemed to be an ear-piercing sound as the sword on the Stele moved to the side.
Strike!
Strike!
Strike!
At that moment, Chen Zong entered a highly concentrated state. He forgot about everything else. The only thing he could do was to continuously attack with his sword and inscribe his title on the Titled Heavenly Stele.
Every strike condensed the essence of Chen Zong's Sword Dao. He used it without holding back. It was as if his Sword Dao had turned into a flame. It burned fiercely and became more vigorous and intense.
The Wholehearted Holy Master was even more astonished as he stood aside. His disciple's Sword Dao was extremely brilliant, far surpassing other Dao Manipulation Realms. Even many Yuanming Realm sword cultivators might not be able to compare to him in terms of Sword Dao attainments.
The sword light was like rain, a waterfall, an abyss, and a star. It possessed both power and speed, as well as unfathomable technique.
The first word of the title appeared on the Divine Stele, as if a calligraphy grandmaster was splashing ink with his brush.
Wu!
Chen Zong's title was Unparalleled. Therefore, Chen Zong had to inscribe the word Unparalleled on the Stele.
After inscribing, the Stele would make some changes according to the innate talent and potential of the inscriber.
After the first word was inscribed, Chen Zong immediately started inscribing the second word.
His strength was constantly depleted as he struck with his sword. It was more than a hundred times more than usual. It was like a flood that poured out of a dam.
If he didn't have enough strength, there might even be an incomplete inscription. The overall evaluation would undoubtedly be lowered.
The last stroke was like a stroke of god. It was suddenly drawn to the right and the two words were completed. It was like a divine dragon dancing in the sky.
The word Unparalleled immediately appeared on the Stele.
After the inscription was completed, Chen Zong's aura fell rapidly. However, his eyes were fixed on the word Unparalleled on the Stele with anticipation.
In the next moment, the word Unparalleled disappeared, as if it had sunk into the Stele. The entire Stele shook slightly and a roar gradually sounded. At first, it was faint, but it gradually became more intense. Finally, it was like a vast and mighty thunderbolt that surged between heaven and earth. It was incomparably violent and mighty.
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