The area was enshrouded in a dazzling divine light that blotted out the sun and sky.
From within the pitch-black clouds, ten thousand rays of golden light shot out, their kaleidoscopic brilliance enveloping a stretch of the void.
Wang Xiu slowly ascended.
His eyes flashed like lightning as his body radiated a surging, mystical light. Runes covered every inch of him, shedding a brilliant golden radiance that was both powerful and awe-inspiring.
Thunder rolled across the heavens and the earth.
An unbelievably vast and surging aura emanated from him, descending upon the onlookers and making their hearts tremble.
This aura was utterly transcendent. It felt as if they weren’t witnessing a young prodigy at the Golden Core Stage breaking through to the next Realm, but a deity performing a miracle.
He was like a blazing sun, his aura vibrating the void and propagating across an imasurable distance.
"What’s going on? Isn’t he just breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm? Why is it causing such a huge commotion?" a prodigy asked, unable to comprehend. He looked at the others, only to see the sa baffled expressions on their faces.
No one had an explanation. The terrifying pressure of this aura was sothing that even a Cultivator at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm would struggle to possess.
Even when Li Xuanqi ford her Eight-Colored Nascent Soul, a feat rarely seen in a thousand years, the phenonon hadn’t been this terrifying.
"Could it be that Senior Brother Wang Xiu is on the verge of forming a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul?" soone speculated, startling everyone present.
"Is that even possible? It’s been at least several thousand years since a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul last appeared in the world, right?" a prodigy asked, swallowing hard in disbelief.
"No!" Chu You slowly stood up. He gazed at the blindingly radiant Wang Xiu above, his eyes sharp. "Soone has achieved it before. The Young Ancestor is a possessor of a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul..."
As soon as he spoke, an uproar swept through the crowd. Everyone was stunned. So, Ye Guhong actually possessed a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul! No wonder he was so peerlessly powerful, capable of crushing an entire generation of prodigies and making countless geniuses submit without even the will to fight.
The news was astonishing. Li Xuanqi, Zhang Yuge, and the others all turned to look, clearly hearing this for the first ti.
The Nine-Colored Nascent Soul had always been the stuff of legend.
It was said that those who could condense such a Nascent Soul were all of a Dao Body Immortal Fetus, born with the potential to walk the Immortal Path.
As long as they didn’t perish prematurely, they were guaranteed to reach the Earth Immortal Realm.
Beings like that were protected by destiny; for them, undergoing Tribulation Transcendence to beco an immortal was not an impossibility.
If they were to walk the Imperial Immortal Path, they would have a chance to achieve the rank of Quasi-Emperor!
What a man, that Ye Guhong!
"With two suns sharing the sky, this era is destined to be magnificent!" Bei Tangfeng sighed, a sense of lancholy washing over him. He yearned to contend with the world’s strongest prodigies, but faced with power of this magnitude, he felt only despair.
Everyone nodded and sighed in agreent. They were certain that Wang Xiu, just like Ye Guhong, would successfully condense a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul and beco a legend of his generation. To live in the sa era as such a prodigy was both a blessing and a curse. They were all destined to be nothing more than background characters.
BOOM!
From the highest point of the firmant, a bolt of golden lightning suddenly struck down. Wang Xiu, like a scorching sun, began to glow, illuminating the land for tens of thousands of miles.
His Divine Soul manifested behind him. It was imasurably vast, sitting cross-legged like a colossal divine projection.
Between his brows, a crystalline Nascent Soul slowly erged. It was dazzlingly brilliant, radiating a nine-colored light.
"Nine colors... It really is a Nine-Colored Nascent Soul!"
"Heavens!"
"Quick, quick! Record this with a Reflecting Pearl! This mont will be passed down for a thousand years!"
...
The prodigies were awestruck. To speculate was one thing, but to witness it with their own eyes was sothing else entirely.
"Wait, it’s not over!" Li Xuanqi suddenly exclaid. Her beautiful eyes shimred with a strange light and her delicate body trembled. A look of absolute terror appeared on her exquisite face from what she was witnessing.
Everyone looked over at once. They saw that upon the Nascent Soul, which was already suffused with nine-colored mystical light, a completely new color of light had just appeared.
SWOOSH!
Instantly, a terrifying tide of energy swept across heaven and earth. An overwhelming pressure descended, as if great mountains were pressing down on everyone’s shoulders.
The ground began to sink. The crowd of prodigies struggled to stay on their feet, their expressions changing drastically.
"Ten colors... How can there be ten colors?"
"Nine is the apex of numbers, so where did a tenth co from?"
"How could a Ten-Colored Nascent Soul possibly exist? We must be seeing things! We have to be!"
They rubbed their eyes vigorously, their breathing becoming ragged with disbelief.
No one had ever heard of a Ten-Colored Nascent Soul. This defied all mystical logic.
"It’s not ten colors..." a terrified voice called out. Zhang Yuge swallowed hard. Her eyes crackled with lightning as her gaze pierced the void, and her face filled with sheer terror at what she saw in the distance.
The entire area fell deathly silent. Not ten colors? Could there be more?
They all looked up, and in the next instant, they froze as if turned to stone, their mouths agape wide enough to fit an egg.
Ten colors was not the limit. From within that incomparably brilliant Nascent Soul, another beam of mystical light shot out.
Eleven colors!
Then, almost instantly after the eleventh mystical light erged, yet another new light revealed its divine luminescence.
...
The world was witnessing an unprecedented phenonon.
The distant lands began to tremble as countless Void Beasts erged, converging into a terrifying, world-blotting tide.
Within the beast tide, a few exuded a radiant light. Their auras were terrifying; they were the kings among the Void Beasts.
They stopped thousands of miles away, not daring to draw any closer. They let out low growls from a distance, prostrating themselves on the ground as if they sensed an overwhelmingly terrifying existence.
The prodigies trembled.
The aura emanating from Wang Xiu now filled them with a chilling dread. They felt an instinctive urge to prostrate themselves in worship, as if they were in the presence of a god.
This feeling had nothing to do with one’s Cultivation Realm; even the great elders of their own Sects could not inspire such a feeling in them.
It felt like a fundantal gap in their very life essence, like a colony of ants facing a True Dragon.
...
「In the depths of the Taixu Ancient Path.」
The Abyss Battlefield.
This place was ancient. Legends claid that Demons and Gods had once spilled their blood here during the primordial era.
The land was a barren wasteland. The remains of various creatures were scattered everywhere. So were ancient beyond recognition, while others seed to have perished only recently.
This was the place in the entire Holy Realm where the worldly rules were at their weakest.
Fearso Void Vortices lurked everywhere. Falling into one ant almost certain death. Even the most powerful experts wouldn’t dare to tread here lightly, as the Fourth Layer of the Void was simply too terrifying.
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