The door of the palace opened slowly. The material of the door was some kind of heaven grade metal. At that moment, it made a metallic creaking sound.
Outside the door, a group of Martial Emperors led the way. Behind them, there were many middle and low level warriors. They did not block the entrance of the palace. Instead, they lined up on both sides as if they were welcoming someone.
Cang Lin was not old. At the age of 50, he had reached the Honorable Realm. He was considered a genius. People had heard of the old ancestor of the royal family but had never seen him before.
It was rumored that the old ancestor was more than 1000 years old. He had become a saint 300 years ago. In other words, he had left the Blue Waves Empire 300 years ago.
In the past 300 years, he had only returned to the empire a few times. Hence, people like Cang Lin had never seen him before.
Although they were all members of the royal family, there were differences in the bloodline of the king. Cang Lin was not part of the king's bloodline. However, he had learned the Bloodline Array. After all, his bloodline was still pure.
Otherwise, it would have been useless to knock on the door this time. The Bloodline Array had many restrictions. The first one was the purity of the bloodline.
If he was part of the king's bloodline, Cang Lin would have already reached the Martial Emperor Realm. Naturally, the king's bloodline would have priority in the allocation of resources.
Just like Cang Chen, both of them were about the same age and talent. However, Cang Chen had the resources to reach the Martial Emperor Realm.
Of course, this was not something that could be said. After all, only the one in power had the right to allocate the resources.
"Ta … Ta …"
Footsteps could be heard from the palace.
A young figure walked out. Cang Lin's pupils shrank as he looked at the person who had walked out.
Although he had the appearance of a young man, the Old Ancestor was over a thousand years old. However, in terms of appearance, he was younger than the Old Emperor.
He looked exactly like a young man.
After entering the Martial Emperor Realm, one's lifespan would increase greatly. It was normal to return to one's youth.
If one were to use 100 years to mark the aging process of an ordinary person, then 0 to 30 years old would be considered a young man. 30 to 60 years old would be considered a middle-aged man. 60 to 100 years old would be considered an old man.
Similarly, with a breakthrough in cultivation and an increase in lifespan, a martial artist would return to his youth.
For example, a Wuzong middle-aged martial artist took 100 years to enter the Martial King Realm. After the breakthrough, the Martial King Realm would have a lifespan of 300 years. Before the breakthrough, the lifespan would not exceed 100 years. Therefore, after the breakthrough, the martial artist would return to his youth.
Once he broke through the age of 100, he would be in the middle age stage. His body would also gradually become middle-aged. This was calculated according to his lifespan.
If it took him 150 years to break through to the Martial King Realm, he would return to his middle-aged state from his old age.
On the other hand, a Saint Realm expert had a lifespan of a few hundred years. If he broke through to the Saint Realm in a few hundred years, then he would return from his middle aged state to his youthful state.
This was a passive process. After the increase in vitality, the body's activity would naturally return to its original state. It had nothing to do with combat strength.
Of course, he could also choose to stay in his current appearance. Although it was a passive process, it was equivalent to a body reconstruction that he could choose to give up. However, the minimum requirement was that he had to reach the Martial King Realm to increase his lifespan and have a chance to reconstruct his body.
That middle-aged Martial Emperor had maintained the appearance of a middle-aged man. As a young man, his appearance was somewhat inappropriate.
Even a 9,000 year old Saint would still have a terrifying fighting strength. The decline in fighting strength was manifested when one was unable to break through the bottleneck of each stage, and it was also related to age.
For example, a Martial King Realm warrior's combat strength would begin to decline in the last ten years of his life. If he was unable to break through to the next realm, he would die of old age.
As for a Saint, it was possible that his combat strength would begin to decline in the last hundred years of his life. He had lived for too long. One had to know that living for so long was already heaven-defying.
Therefore, Cang Sheng, who had only lived for a little over a thousand years, was still in his youthful state.
Simply put, it was not wrong to pretend to be young. Moreover, according to the age system of this world, a thousand years old Saint would indeed be considered a youth.
Mo Tiankong did not have this problem. He had cultivated to the Martial Emperor Realm in less than a year, and his bone age was still in his twenties. Indeed, there was no need for him to reconstruct his body every time he wanted to increase his cultivation.
"Old Ancestor!"
"Lord Cang Sheng!"
"Old Ancestor!"
After the young man walked out, the warriors standing outside the door called out one after another. There were all kinds of titles.
For example, the two Martial Emperors behind the middle-aged Martial Emperor called him Lord Cang Sheng. These two were his followers.
Saints naturally had followers. Most of them were middle-aged. Martial Emperors with limited potential would choose to follow a Saint.
Experts who wanted to break through to the Wu Sheng Realm would also choose to follow a Saint.
It was just that there were fewer followers in the Martial Emperor Realm. After all, in the various Xuan Domains, Martial Emperors had the qualifications to establish their own countries.
Although some geniuses were far from the Martial Emperor Realm, they would not easily submit to a Saint.
Cang Lin called him Old Ancestor. After all, there was a difference in seniority. Calling him Old Ancestor was not enough. Only the Old Emperor was qualified to call him that.
The young man walked out of the hall and looked around before looking at Cang Lin.
"Why did you call me out of seclusion?"
The young man spoke with a thunderous voice. His short words contained a terrifying pressure.
After the young man walked out, the entire mountain peak was enveloped in his domain. There were no sounds of birds, beasts, or insects. It was extremely quiet. Only the young man's voice echoed in the entire mountain peak.
"Old Ancestor …"
Cang Lin was being stared at by a Saint and could not resist the pressure. Seeing this, the middle-aged Martial Emperor spoke and repeated what he heard from Cang Lin.
"I understand."
The young man said indifferently with his hands behind his back.
"The Blue Waves Empire is the work of the Old Ancestor. Mo Tiankong …"
As the young man spoke, he opened up his domain and disappeared in front of everyone's eyes. The space was distorted and even the sound was cut off.
A trace of fear flashed across Cang Lin's face. Was this the power of a Saint?
However, since the Old Ancestor had come out of seclusion, then Mo Tiankong and the grocery store would be destroyed. Cang Lin understood the Old Ancestor's meaning. No one could be free after destroying the Imperial Family.
The martial artists who gathered in front of the Sacred Palace dispersed. The three Martial Emperors also returned to the hall.
"Cang Lin, return to the Imperial Family and take charge of the affairs. Gather the remaining members of the Imperial Family. As long as you can be the first to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm, the position of the Emperor will be yours."
The middle-aged martial artist spoke to Cang Lin with his back turned.
In the next moment, Cang Lin was overjoyed. The position of the Emperor was so honorable. He, a branch of the Imperial Family, also had the opportunity to sit on such a high position.
The bloodline of the Emperor Elector of the Blue Waves Empire was very important. Cultivation was also very important. Support was also very important.
Even if there were Martial Emperors among the remaining members of the Imperial Family, as long as he could be the first to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm, he would be able to sit on that position.
Moreover, the Old Emperor had asked him to take charge of the affairs of the Imperial Family. This was a great opportunity.
In other words, during this period of time, he could use the excuse of taking charge of the affairs of the Imperial Family to occupy resources. He would be able to break through to the Martial Emperor Realm very quickly.
How could Cang Lin not be overjoyed?
"Yes, Old Emperor."
Cang Lin stopped smiling and said seriously. Then, he turned around and went down the mountain.
Every Saint had a title. Of course, it was decided by himself. Someone in the Central Xuan Domain would register it and then spread it.
Every Wu Sheng was the pillar of the human martial artists. Cang Sheng's original name was Cang Ye. It was a bit of a vulgar name. However, his talent was very good. Those who could break through to the Saint Realm in a short period of time were all experts at the level of heaven's pride.
After becoming a Saint, his title was a single word, Cang. It was Cang Sheng.
Using his name as a title and the title of the Empire as a title. This title was very good.
The title was decided by himself. Naturally, he could decide whether it was a single word, a double word, or more words.
Duobao Wu Sheng was a four-word title. He was also a veteran Martial Emperor Wu Sheng.
After Cang Sheng's cultivation increased, his Domain had expanded to a radius of six hundred miles. This meant that every step he took covered a distance of six hundred miles.
Just like that, he tore through space and headed towards the Aquamarine Empire.
Mo Tiankong naturally did not know what was happening at the Three Saint Mountain. At this moment, he was still watching Fatty Tang play the lottery wheel.
To be honest, Fatty Tang's luck was really good. After a few hundred rounds, he managed to get an Inheritance Treasure Pearl. Although it was only worth two hundred thousand spirit stones, it was still a huge profit.
This made everyone's eyes red with envy. This could be considered the best item in the lottery today. The other martial artists only got items like the Martial Technique Pill at most.
There were more spirit stones in the prize pool. There was no lack of martial artists in the lottery wheel area. It was almost non-stop.
Mo Tiankong was watching from the side. Compared to Zhang Tiannan, Fatty Tang's luck was much better.
Zhang Tiannan also played a lot. However, he only won a bottle of Thousand Island Lake Beer. He estimated that the cost was close to ten thousand spirit stones.
The expenditure was not proportional to the return. Fatty Tang had only played a few hundred rounds and he had already made a lot of money.
A few hundred rounds meant a few thousand spirit stones. The Inheritance Treasure Pearl was worth two hundred thousand spirit stones. If this was not a huge profit, then what was?
Fatty Tang, who won the Inheritance Treasure Pearl, naturally continued to occupy the lottery wheel. However, it was useless. This guy earned a lot. He did not care about this little expense.
Mo Tiankong felt that this guy would not win the Armor Breaking Battleship. With this guy's luck, it was hard to say.
It was almost the end of the month. In addition, this week's spending was still very fierce. Now in the prize pool, there was an estimated 30 million spirit stones. There was still a chance to win the Armor Breaking Battleship.
Although it was not a loss, if he really won, Mo Tiankong would be more distressed. Tens of millions of spirit stones were not a turnover.
Of course, until Fatty Tang finished the game, he was not able to draw a better item. It seemed that after winning the Inheritance Treasure Pearl, his luck was used up. He only won some Wangzai and Thousand Island Lake Beer.
The value was not very high. However, he won everything back with the Inheritance Treasure Pearl. Speaking of which, Mo Tiankong was still losing. Fortunately, there were other martial artists who kept giving spirit stones to the lottery wheel.
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