Bei Tangfeng also woke up. Looking at Li Xuanqi, he was filled with awe.
This epiphany, triggered by Wang Xiu, is too terrifying. Even the Saintess of Mount Shu, a proud daughter of heaven, has obtained a heaven-defying opportunity that will broaden her path in the future. But what about Wang Xiu himself? What could he have obtained?
Bei Tangfeng dared not think further. His imagination fell short, unable to conjure a ntal image. Any possibility was terrifying, belonging to a level he could not touch—a level significant enough to leave a bold stroke in the vast annals of history.
"Damn it, why the hell was I in such a rush!" Zhang Yuge cursed, full of regret as he looked at Li Xuanqi, who was forming an Eight-Colored Nascent Soul.
If only I had waited a little longer, waited until Big Bro arrived, and then broken through after this epiphany... Even if my foundation and accumulation can’t compare to Li Xuanqi’s, making it difficult to form an Eight-Colored Nascent Soul... even a little more than seven colors would have been fine! Or at the very least seven and a half! It would have been better than what I have now.
Now, it was too late for regrets. Although he had also gained a powerful Divine Skill from his second epiphany—one even stronger than the last—he still felt like he had lost out big ti.
In the future, I must follow closely in Big Bro’s footsteps, otherwise I won’t even get the hot leftovers! He made up his mind, though his heart still ached as though it had shattered.
...
More and more people were breaking through. Many gained insights, and their strength surged dramatically. This sea of void runes was a spectacular sight.
「A few more days passed.」
The epiphanies gradually ca to an end. More and more Cultivators woke up, knowing that it would be difficult to gain any more insights in the short term.
"Hahaha! My young master has comprehended an extrely rare Divine Skill. Who wants to give it a try?" a prodigy in white shouted smugly. He was roly-poly with small, squinting eyes and was looking for soone to spar with.
There were many such individuals, and soon a burly, knife-wielding youth stepped forward, eager to test his own newfound abilities.
"Spiritual Vine, rise!"
The prodigy in white raised his hand and ford a hand seal, and an arm-thick Spiritual Vine sprouted from the ground. The vine danced upon the ground, twisting into strange postures before suddenly swelling. However, it didn’t attack.
The knife-wielding youth was puzzled. "What’s this for?"
The prodigy in white snorted coldly. "Spiritual Vine Mimicry!"
The vine kept dancing, becoming more srizing. It split into four vines that moved with a strange rhythm, their shapes shifting to resemble limbs.
In an instant, the knife-wielding prodigy’s expression changed. His limbs were moving uncontrollably as if pulled by invisible threads, mimicking the vine’s movents. He was unable to break free, no matter what thod he tried.
The crowd marveled at the eerie power of the Divine Skill. If soone were to use that from the shadows, it would be impossible to guard against!
"Is that all? There’s sothing even more impressive!" Seeing the reaction, the prodigy in white grew even more smug and snapped his fingers.
The knife-wielding youth froze, then felt a reaction in his body. His face flushed red with sha and unbearable humiliation, and he burst out cursing, "Fuck you, stop it! I’m not fighting anymore!"
Everyone else realized what was happening, and they were all speechless.
This Divine Skill... is too shaless, though it is indeed very strong!
The female Cultivators who understood the implication blushed, covered their faces, and muttered disdainfully, "Shaless!"
The prodigy in white dispelled his Divine Skill, not embarrassed in the slightest but rather proud. "You people are having a great ti cursing now, but when you experience the benefits of my Divine Skill, you’ll know what ecstasy really feels like! Look at how agile my little vine is. Can your tongues compare?"
"Shut up, you sleazy fatty! You’re disgusting!"
"Pah!"
The other prodigies cursed at him, keeping their distance as if afraid to be associated with him in any way.
Seeing this, the chubby prodigy in white wasn’t annoyed. He simply shrugged and entertained himself for a while.
Suddenly, soone patted him on the shoulder. "Excuse , Senior Brother!"
The chubby prodigy turned around and was greeted by two large, dark circles under a man’s eyes and a gaze even sleazier than his own. He asked suspiciously, "And you are?"
"I am Huang Yunchong, a Disciple of Sanqing!" Huang Yunchong said, clasping his fist in salute.
"A Disciple of Sanqing?" The chubby prodigy paused, then glanced toward the center of the crowd where the dazzling Wang Xiu stood. "You and Senior Brother Wang Xiu are..."
"Hahaha, to be honest, Junior Brother Wang Xiu and I are the closest of friends, like blood brothers! Our bond runs deep!" Huang Yunchong declared with unmistakable pride, his back ramrod straight.
"I see, pardon my rudeness!" The chubby prodigy squinted his small eyes and returned the salute warmly. "My na is Pu Sanlang, a Disciple of the Green Spirit Cave Heaven, raised in the Holy Realm since childhood!"
"Brother Pu!" Huang Yunchong clasped his fist. "I won’t beat around the bush. May I try out your Divine Skill, Brother Pu?"
Hearing this, Pu Sanlang’s face showed a peculiar expression. "Could it be that you recognize the true wonder of my Divine Skill, Brother Huang?"
"Wonderful! Simply wonderful! These people don’t know a good thing when they see it. I love it..." Huang Yunchong praised unceasingly.
Pu Sanlang was overjoyed. A kindred spirit! No one in the Holy Realm has such sharp eyes. As expected of Senior Brother Wang Xiu’s fellow Disciple. He has good taste.
"So... shall we give it a go?"
"Absolutely!"
"Is this effective?"
"Ooh, that feels rather nice. Can you make it more intense?"
"..."
The two whispered to each other, drawing head shakes from the countless prodigies watching.
Where did this degenerate crawl out from? How could he associate with soone like that?
"Who is that?" Wang Xiu, who had stopped his epiphany at so point, had landed next to the Sanqing group. He stared at Pu Sanlang, sensing that there was sothing unusual about him.
"Rember I told you that in this session of the Holy Realm, there are two offspring of Saints..." Guan Shanyue sighed.
"He’s the other one?" Wang Xiu asked, his expression puzzled.
"Yes."
No wonder. No wonder Guan Shanyue looked like it was better not to even ntion this person. Compared to the towering and extraordinary Ye Guhong with his countless followers, this man is just too ordinary. No, worse than ordinary. His frivolous conduct is off-putting, and his behavior is bizarre.
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