In the middle of the altar.
Ye Chen sat cross-legged on the stream. A huge five-colored light lotus formed around him. The light lotus enveloped him completely.
When the last trace of nascent soul power disappeared, there was a translucent little light figure in his dantian. The little light figure imitated his movements and sat cross-legged in his dantian, forming a seal with both hands.
At the next moment!
The little light figure turned from translucent to solid. Its body gradually grew until it was no different from an ordinary person. Whether it was its facial features or temperament, it was no different from Ye Chen.
At that moment, a thunderous voice suddenly exploded between heaven and earth.
"I'm Huyan Zhuo, the first emperor of the Great Kun Dynasty. May I ask which fellow has broken through here? Please come out and meet me!"
As soon as the voice fell, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth became chaotic. It charged at Ye Chen's location like a torrent.
At that moment, the primordial spirit in Ye Chen's body opened its eyes at the same time. It was like an emperor had awakened. There was no emotion in his eyes that a human should have.
There was only endless coldness.
His eyes were like those of a newborn baby. They were black and white without any impurities, and they carried an indescribable aura of spirituality.
His gaze passed through the five-colored lotus outside his body and saw Huyan Zhuo and the rest who were thousands of meters away. He saw everyone in the Great Kun Realm like a god looking down on the world.
The path of cultivation focused on refining essence into qi, refining qi into spirit, and refining spirit into void.
Soul Formation was to condense a primordial spirit in one's body. As long as the primordial spirit was not destroyed, the physical body would exist forever. Once one entered Soul Formation, it meant that they could borrow the power of heaven and earth.
"Is everyone here?"
Ye Chen swept his gaze across and saw Huyan Zhuo and the rest who were thousands of meters away from the altar, "Not bad. Not a single one is left behind. I'll send all of you on your way."
He stood up slowly, and the five-colored lotus that wrapped around him cracked gently. The clouds in the sky dissipated.
Emperor Brush shot out from his body, "Congratulations on breaking through to Soul Formation, Your Majesty. You're just a step away from ascending to the Immortal World!"
…
At the same time, thousands of meters away from the altar.
Seeing that the phenomenon in the sky had completely dissipated, everyone present was in a state of confusion.
"He succeeded?"
"Could it be that the person inside has stepped into the Emperor's Throne Realm?"
Someone narrowed his eyes, feeling uneasy.
No one responded to him, because everyone present was a Martial Saint. Even though they were very close to the Emperor's Throne Realm, they had never experienced breaking through to the Emperor's Throne Realm.
"Hahaha!"
The golden-robed old man, Huyan Zhuo's expression changed several times. Suddenly, he let out a loud laugh, "Failure! This person has failed!"
As soon as these words came out, the crowd turned pale.
A thin old man at the scene couldn't help but narrow his eyes and say, "Why does Emperor Huyan say this?"
The others all looked at him.
Huyan Zhuo was the first Imperial Lord of the Great Kun Dynasty. He had existed for the longest time and was an Eight Revolution Martial Saint. It would not be an exaggeration to say that he was the number one person in the Great Kun Realm.
It could be said that among all the Martial Saints present, his words were the most persuasive.
Meeting everyone's gaze, Huyan Zhuo coldly smiled and said, "Everyone, you may not know this, but this old man was fortunate enough to see a powerhouse trying to break through to the Emperor's Throne Realm."
"At that time, when this person was about to succeed, a Void Shackle appeared in the world. This Void Shackle is the greatest barrier that prevents anyone from stepping into the Emperor's Throne Realm. “
He seemed to be reminiscing and said, "At that time, this old man's old friend also encountered the Void Shackle. Unfortunately, he failed to break the Void Shackle and died …"
"Emperor Huyan, you mean that this person failed to break the so-called Void Shackle when he broke through?" Someone was surprised.
The rest of the people's eyes lit up.
If they hadn't heard it with their own ears, they wouldn't have known that the process of breaking through to the Emperor's Throne Realm was so secretive.
Huyan Zhuo shook his head slightly and sneered, "This person couldn't even draw out the Void Shackle, let alone break it? That's why this old man concluded that he failed! "
Someone said with a regretful expression, "In that case, we missed a peerless opportunity to witness the birth of an Emperor's Throne powerhouse …"
"Everyone, let's go in and take a good look at who is breaking through here! “
Huyan Zhuo said with a faint smile. Then, he took a deep breath and took the lead with a murderous look on his face.
He was already sure that the person in the middle of the altar was definitely not from the Daluo Dynasty, and the price was naturally death!
"Boom …"
The thirty Martial Saints rushed toward the center of the altar in a mighty manner. Everyone had different expressions on their faces.
The white-clothed girl who stayed behind asked with a puzzled expression, "Father, what are they talking about? Did that immortal fail? "
"I'm afraid these people are going to harm that person."
Lu Zhiyuan sighed to himself.
Although he was not from the cultivation world, the thirty or so people present still gave him a great deal of pressure.
To him, Huyan Zhuo and the rest had the advantage in numbers. If they really wanted to harm Ye Chen, the latter might …
"Have they failed?"
The purple-clothed old man who was hiding in the distance narrowed his eyes and said thoughtfully, "Judging from the reactions of Huyan Zhuo and the rest, the person who is breaking through to the Emperor's Throne Stage is probably not from Great Kun …"
The distance of three thousand meters was covered in the blink of an eye.
Almost at the same time Ye Chen put away the Emperor Brush, Huyan Zhuo and the rest landed less than thirty meters away from him.
At that moment, countless eyes looked at Ye Chen.
When they saw that the person they wanted to see was only a young man in his twenties, Huyan Zhuo and the rest were shocked.
"This person is so young?"
"I think I'm overflowing with talent, but it took me a thousand years to reach the Martial Saint Stage. Even if the other party is an old monster who can maintain his appearance, he shouldn't be this young, right?"
"…"
At that moment, everyone present was shocked.
Ye Chen ignored their gazes. However, after glancing at the thirty or so people, he was slightly surprised.
There were as many as thirty Martial Saints!
In the Tianfeng sea area where he was previously, there were only a dozen Martial Saints at most, and this Great Kun had double that number.
This showed that it was indeed the Central State.
Huyan Zhuo stared at Ye Chen for a while before saying expressionlessly, "Did you break through again just now?"
"So what if I did?" Ye Chen said coldly.
Huyan Zhuo's pupils constricted slightly as he spoke again, "You look unfamiliar. I don't think you're from Great Kun, right?"
"That's right."
Ye Chen nodded slightly.
An old man in a black robe with a snake staff took a step forward and sneered, "So, did you kill the people from my Fallen Spirits Sect here?"
"Yes, I did!" Ye Chen nodded.
"Fellow Daoist, you're really arrogant!"
Huyan Zhuo was so angry that he laughed, "Since you're not from Great Kun, you entered Great Kun's territory to break through and killed the people from Great Kun's Fallen Spirits Sect. Do you think Great Kun is a vegetable garden?"
(End of this chapter)
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