Ye Qinghan was stunned for a moment. This was his first time meeting a saint and worshipping the Heavenly Dao of this world. He thought that it was a blessing from the saint, but he didn't expect it to be a blessing from the heavens.
The path of immortality, pursued by ten thousand saints, what can be done? Immortal arts, those who are fated to obtain it, cherish it, cherish it!
These words circled around Ye Qinghan's sea of consciousness. Following that, his soul became clear and blended with the heavens, almost becoming one.
In a split second, a Daoist scripture filled with immortal light appeared in Ye Qinghan's sea of consciousness. There were four golden words on it that captured one's soul.
Prison Sage Dao Scripture
This was a peerless Daoist scripture. Since it was called an immortal art, it must be extraordinary and hard to find in this world.
At a certain moment, Ye Qinghan suddenly felt the identity of a Dark Walker. It was as the Chess Supreme said, he was a Heaven Walker, enforcing justice on behalf of the heavens. However, he couldn't kill the innocent. Otherwise, the power of the Blade of Judgment would be greatly reduced and it would be taken back by the heavens!
The Dark Walker's lineage was passed down through generations. The Blade of Judgment had followed the Dark Walkers for generations. It had never disappeared or changed hands. Saints didn't dare to fight for it, and mortals couldn't.
Ye Qinghan took a deep breath. He wanted to flip through the Prison Sage Dao Scripture, but even after exhausting his soul, he couldn't open a single page.
"Can't open it? What's the use of giving it to me? " Ye Qinghan frowned and was a little anxious. This was an immortal art. He couldn't use the Green Lotus Sword Song. This was the difference between him and Xia Jiulong. Xia Jiulong's secret art was a thousand times better than his. If he wanted to kill him, it would be very easy.
"Maybe your soul isn't strong enough. Don't be anxious. Since it's a gift from the heavens, it can definitely be opened." The divine bird was very excited. Its soul turned into a void and entered Ye Qinghan's sea of consciousness. It wanted to touch the Prison Emperor's Dao Scripture, but it only dared to look from afar and didn't dare to touch it.
Ye Qinghan nodded to himself as his soul returned to its original position. He could feel that the strength of his physical body had increased by several times. His divine power had recovered to its peak state and was slightly more refined than before. His battle prowess had also increased by several times. If he were to fight Xia Jiulong again, he might not be in such a sorry state.
Ye Qinghan raised his head and looked around. He discovered that everyone's faces were filled with ecstasy. It seemed that the heavens had not mistreated anyone. All opportunities depended on one's own luck and ability.
The experts who were close to the Chess Saint were all top-notch existences. They had received the greatest favor, especially the Chess Saint himself. He had officially been recognized by the Heavenly Axiom and became a Saint. The word "Saint" appeared on his forehead and finally returned to his body. His essence had undergone earth-shattering changes. His temperament was otherworldly, like an immortal or a saint. Now, the pressure he exuded was much stronger than many Eternal Saints of the older generation.
The experts on the periphery were all young people with great perseverance. They all wanted to use this Heaven Worship Ceremony to soar into the sky. At this moment, they were kneeling on the ground devoutly, revering the Eternal Saints, revering the heavens, and receiving the favor of the heavens.
In the valley where Ye Qinghan had set up camp, the brother and sister were bathed in the holy light. The light on their bodies was obviously more intense than that on others. It seemed that their opportunities were not small. The favor they received was far more than others.
Xia Jiulong's eyes were tightly shut. His aura was like a rainbow. Although he was not a Saint, he had the might of a Saint. His dragon robe was cold and the emperor's aura was vast and mighty. His whole body was surging with holy light and his blood and Qi roared. Compared to his previous aura, he was even more powerful.
Emperor Ye, Gu Qingyu, Jiang Jingtian, Yan Ao, Fan Yin, each of them had received the favor. It was just that they did not say so, so no one knew.
Most of the benefits came from the change in their talents. Their souls became purer and their perception was better than before. This was the Immortals' Miracle. Who could change a person's talent normally?
There were also some old people who were tired. Their old bodies and souls seemed to have been refreshed. They were full of vigor, blooming a second spring and living a second life. This was the big world, and there were very few people who could live a second life!
Ye Qinghan suddenly regretted. He should have brought the Kuang Zong. Even if they could not enter the inner field, they should have stood outside and prayed for blessings. Especially Lord Fashen. If he could live a second life, he might be able to achieve the Eternal Rank!
However, there was no medicine for regret. Now, he could only hope that the Kuang Zong could also produce a powerful Eternal Saint to bring blessings to the world and benefit the rest of the Kuang Zong.
Time passed little by little. Ye Qinghan saw that everyone was still comprehending the favor bestowed by the heavens. He also calmed down and looked at the four words of the Prisoner Sage Dao Scripture. The words were like an immortal, moving slowly and containing a different order.
"Why is it called the Prisoner Sage Dao Scripture?" Ye Qinghan was very surprised. The Eternal Ones were also called Eternal Saints. They had proven the Eternal Great Dao and were recognized by the heavens. Could this immortal technique be specially used to restrain Saints?
If he could not open the Prisoner Sage Dao Scripture, everything would be in vain. Ye Qinghan's soul caressed the Prisoner Sage Dao Scripture. The immortal light on the scripture could nourish his soul, allowing it to be bathed in the most nutritious immortal medicine soup, slowly strengthening it.
"As expected of an immortal scripture. Awesome! I like it. Hahaha … "Ye Qinghan grinned like a fool.
Pa!
Suddenly, Ye Qinghan felt someone hit his head. He quickly opened his eyes and found Fan Yin standing in front of him with a curious look.
"What favor did you get? Why are you laughing so lowly? "Fan Yin asked crisply.
Ye Qinghan was stunned for a moment, then said with dissatisfaction, "The heavens gave me a fairy, but you ruined it before I could bring her back. Give me one back!"
"Get lost!" Fan Yin was flustered. What time was it now? Ye Qinghan was still so improper.
But Ye Qinghan also had his own difficulties. If he revealed that he had obtained an immortal scripture, this group of Eternal Saints would probably dismember him!
"It's true, Senior Sister. That fairy was as beautiful as you. What a pity. I still wanted to bring her back." Ye Qinghan grinned lowly.
"Sooner or later, you'll die on top of a woman. You're always talking about fairies. I've seen two Saints before. Why haven't I seen fairies bestowed by the heavens? Most of them obtained some cultivation technique or insight that changed their physique, talent, and vitality. Tell me, what did you get? "Fan Yin asked snappily.
Ye Qinghan was helpless. He could only whisper in her ear, "I got some insight by chance. I can't tell others. Our favor is too embarrassing."
Fan Yin didn't believe it, but Ye Qinghan didn't want to say. Either he didn't want to say, or he really couldn't say, so she didn't ask anymore.
At this moment, many people were shouting excitedly. There were also some people who had made a fortune in silence, unwilling to tell others about the favor they had received.
Xia Jiulong glanced coldly at Ye Qinghan. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, and a trace of disdain appeared in his eyes. It seemed that Ye Qinghan was no longer in his eyes. He couldn't even be considered an enemy. It seemed that what he had received was definitely not ordinary.
Ye Qinghan was all smiles. He said, "Crown Prince, don't forget our bet. When the time comes, I hope you'll send me to the Heaven Sealing Prison."
"I don't need your things. Don't worry." Xia Jiulong replied coldly.
"That's good. That's good." Ye Qinghan nodded repeatedly. He wasn't angry, so Xia Jiulong couldn't vent his anger.
She might be about to give birth. He prayed that she would be born today.
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