The Legend of Futian

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“Ye Liunian,” a low voice echoed. The person who spoke was Ling He. “I’ve heard that Brother Ye once displayed unrivaled power at Wangshen Watchtower. With those skills, you defeated all the virtuosos from the Yanyun Continent and even beat the Great Yan prince with one strike of your sword. If I had known of Brother Ye’s prowess, I would certainly have been far humbler back at the Divine Ocean.”

Someone secretly looked at Ling He, with some idea of what was going on. Ye Futian’s eyes also narrowed slightly as he glanced at Ling He. He saw that Ling He’s eyes carried an easy and natural smile, as though he highly admired Ye Futian. However, this made Ye Futian feel extremely uncomfortable.

The virtuosos from the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family had also all arrived. There were so many of them just a distance away; for Ling He to say it in such a way, was he praising Ye Futian, or was he humiliating the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family?

Of course, with the grudges between him and the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, Ye Futian had already offended them, and so he didn’t care if they were humiliated. He just disliked how Ling He behaved.

If it was someone else, they might be sincerely praising him, but Ling He definitely was not. From his behavior at the cliff, Ye Futian could tell that he was highly arrogant and domineering. Even though he was humiliated, he left without saying anything. A person with such a personality would never sincerely praise Ye Futian, a person who had beat him not so long ago.

Indeed, hearing what Ling He said, a faint aura of the Great Path reached over from afar. The virtuosos of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family looked over, and someone had even started walking over. Yan Dongyang was standing right at the front, and beside him was a practitioner who was older than him. The practitioner had an extraordinary aura about him. He was luxuriously clothed in long brocade robes. His entire body emitted an air of nobility; it was as though he was a real dragon.

“Yan Hanxing, the crown prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. He is a level-nine Renhuang,” Li Changsheng told Ye Futian telepathically. Ye Futian looked towards him. This Yan Hanxing gave off an extremely intimidating pressure. He had handsomely sharp and chiseled features. He looked to be about 35 or 36 years old. He was the strongest among his generation of Great Yan Ancient Royal Family princes. His cultivation had already reached the pinnacle of the Renhuang level.

Yan Hanxing walked over, and instantly, many people stared at him. Quite a number of them had heard the news of the battle at Wangshen Watchtower. The Great Yan Ancient Royal Family led an entire army of virtuosos from the Yanyun Continent to attack them, but they returned in defeat. In particular, Yan Dongyang had been defeated by a single sword strike. It was highly humiliating.

Everyone knew that Ling He’s words were undoubtedly a little sensitive and hit a sore spot; however, no one said it out loud. The Great Yan Ancient Royal Family had always been overbearing and tyrannical, so there was almost no chance that they would tolerate their loss of face.

Everyone around kept silent. When Yan Hanxing stopped, he did not look at Ye Futian but rather turned to look at Zong Chan. To the crown prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family, Ye Futian was but an insignificant junior, even if he was also a Renhuang. After all, Yan Hanxing had been cultivating for many years, and he had also been at the pinnacle of the Renhuang level for a long time. Naturally, he would not lower his status to deal with Ye Futian.

“I heard that Zong Chan had broken through to the high Renhuang level, so I sent Dongyang to send our regards and at the same time experience the strength of the practitioners of the Dongxiao Continent. I hear that you still have a perfect Great Path even after ascending to a high-level Renhuang. Congratulations,” Yan Hanxing said with a rather hard tone as he looked at Zong Chan. He gave off a faint pressure that caused discomfort to everyone around him. In particular, those with a low cultivation level felt a very strong pressure. It was not the might of the Great Path; rather, it was a formless aura that emanated from him.

“Thank you,” Zong Chan replied with a smile, seeming quite casual about it. With his cultivation level and a perfect Great Path, even a level-nine Renhuang virtuoso would not be able to give him a strong pressure.

“A level-seven Renhuang with a perfect Great Path. If we are talking about combat abilities, that should be very comparable to a level-nine virtuoso,” Yan Hanxing looked at Zong Chan. “I am quite expectant of how strong your Gate to World Suppression will be after you have become a high-level Renhuang and just how much you have inherited from the Millet Emperor.”

Zong Chan smiled. “You’ll definitely have a chance to see it.”

“That person from the Badlands has yet to arrive. Having proven your path, I wonder if you can defeat him,” Yan Hanxing continued. His tone made the practitioners of Wangshen Watchtower very uncomfortable. It gave off the vague feeling that he was the senior speaking to a junior.

Even though if one considered the amount of time they have been cultivating, Zong Chan indeed was Yan Hanxing’s junior, with how much Zong Chan had achieved, he was no longer inferior to him; in fact, he had greater potential.

“Why don’t you ask yourself your chances of victory if you fought with that person from the Badlands?” Li Changsheng said from the side. Yan Hanxing glanced at him.

Zong Chan smiled silently. He was thinking of the exact same thing.

Yan Hanxing’s attitude made him a little uncomfortable. Even though he was a level-nine Renhuang, he may not necessarily defeat that person from the Badlands.

“Who wants to know? Why not just try? You’ll get your answer that way,” said a strong, deep voice from afar. Many people looked in the direction into the distance and saw someone descend onto Turtle Peak. The aura from this column of people was terrifying. Most of them were dressed in black, and they gave off a formless, intangible pressure.

Practitioners from the Badlands Divine Palace of the Badlands Continent, Ye Futian thought to himself as he looked at the row of practitioners. They should have come from the western Badlands Continent, which was a rather remote place in the Donghua Domain. The Badlands Divine Palace was the protector and absolute ruler of the region. After numerous generations and experiencing many cycles of prosperity and decline, it was still surviving.

“The virtuosos from the Badlands Divine Palace have also arrived.” The surrounding virtuosos looked towards them. The Badlands Continent was the most remote, and the Badlands Divine Palace did not have many ties with the other factions of the Donghua Domain. Many people were still wondering if they would come at all. It seemed that no one wanted to miss Emperor Xi take on the tribulations. It was even more so the case for those standing at the pinnacle of the cultivation world.

Many people looked at the practitioner of the Badlands Divine Palace who spoke. He was dressed in a black robe, and a somber aura emanated from him. His pair of eyes induced fear in whoever looked at them. It was as though whatever he looked at would rot and wither in an instant.

No one knew his true name; everyone only knew that he was the Badlands Divine Palace’s “Desolation” of this generation, the heir to the Badlands Divine Palace.

The lord of the Badlands Divine Palace was given the title of the “Desolate God.” Even though they were not God-level virtuosos, the Badlands Divine Palace had a very long history. It was said that in ancient times, people with such levels of cultivation had existed before. Furthermore, they had very ancient relics that were passed through numerous generations. Thus, they named themselves the Desolate Gods.

The heir to the Desolate God was known as “the Desolation.”

This was very similar to the Divine Palace of Fluttering Snow. They also claimed to be founded by a God-level figure.

Most of the top-tier factions in the Divine Prefecture had very ancient roots. Wangshen Watchtower, on the other hand, had a much shorter histories; it was founded by the Millet Emperor himself.

Desolation glanced at the Yan Hanxing who was speaking just now. A terrifying aura swirled around inside his pair of demonic, pitch-black eyes. It was like he was provoking Yan Hanxing.

“Do you want to give it a try?” Desolation asked Yan Hanxing.

Hearing his words, many people let out a slightly eager expression. The most powerful people from various continents had arrived. Only that titan, who was governing them all, was not present. However, they should have all arrived; it was just that they had yet to show themselves.

Now, only that person from the Domain Chief’s Manor has not yet arrived, many people thought.

Before Zong Chan, there were three people whom everyone most expected to become one of the most powerful figures in the entire Donghua Domain. Among these three people, one was from the Domain Chief’s Manor. Among the other two, one was the Desolation from the Badlands Divine Palace.

As for the other one, was the lady beside Qin Qing who previously told Qin Qing of Ye Futian’s identity. She was Jiang Yueli, a disciple of the Lord of the Divine Palace of Fluttering Snow, who was also known as the sword goddess.

Zong Chan was the fourth person to achieve such heights.

A gathering like this would definitely rouse excitement.

Many people were staring at Yan Hanxing. How would he reply to Desolation?

Yan Hanxing turned around, and his sight settled on Desolation. Even though he had a perfect Great Path, Yan Hanxing was, ultimately, still the crown prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family. He was an especially powerful character. Even though he was facing Desolation, his eyes still carried a noble look of arrogance. He replied nonchalantly, “You are still a junior. It would not be fair for me if we sparred. You might have a chance if you advanced to the eighth level.”

Before breaking through to the high-level Renhuang, his Divine Wheel was also of a Perfect Grade. He was off by only one small step, so certainly, he was not a typical level-nine Renhuang either.

“I thought you would attack me head-on,” Desolation replied, glancing casually at Yan Hanxing. After that, he did not even look at him. It seemed that in Desolation’s eyes, this crown prince of the Great Yan Ancient Royal Family was not worth his attention.

Those who caught his attention must necessarily be those who were similarly outstanding. In other words, those who had a perfect Great Path.

Desolation took a look at Zong Chan, and when their eyes met, everyone felt a tinge of rivalry.

However, apart from the leaders of various large factions, Jiang Yueli should be the strongest in the entire Donghua Domain among all the other virtuosos. She was already at the pinnacle of the level eight Renhuang. If she broke through to the ninth level, the Divine Palace of Fluttering Snow would become significantly more powerful.

However, for people like them who have already arrived at such a high level of cultivation, breaking through to the next level was extremely difficult.

The difference between any two levels was almost like a moat that could not be crossed.

At that moment, the mighty pressure in the skies become even more intense. The clouds and winds shifted, and from the cultivation grounds of Emperor Xi emerged a row of people. They looked at the virtuosos gathered in front of them and said, “The practitioners from top-tier factions of any continent are welcome inside. As for the rest, please remain in the outer circle.”

Everyone understood what he meant. It seemed that Emperor Xi could feel that his tribulation was arriving and invited the virtuosos in. However, he only extended an invitation to the practitioners of the various top-tier factions. Nonetheless, they all understood.

Emperor Xi was kind enough to allow everyone to stay on Turtle Peak. Even if all of them wanted to enter, there was not enough space to contain all of them.

“Thank you, Emperor Xi,” many people responded. One after another, they walked towards the people who emerged. The conflict here was temporarily resolved!