Wang Xiu had long realized that the Heavenly Book he acquired was incomplete.
He had seen in the visions from the God and Demon Murals that, ages ago, the book's creator had divided it into many volus. After a great war, these volus were scattered across the universe. The portion Wang Xiu received from the God and Demon Murals was rely the first half of a single volu.
Here lay the second half.
Together, they ford the Divine Power Volu.
The fleeting images in his mind were blurry and ancient, making it difficult to deduce any further details.
The Daoist Text was spiritually alive. Each character contained an imnsely pure law of heaven and earth. It could enhance any Spell or Divine Skill, multiplying its might. At the highest level of mastery, even ordinary gestures could be transford into Divine Skills.
This wasn't just a technique but a path that pointed directly to the true essence of the Great Dao. It was a priceless treasure for anyone.
With a re thought, Wang Xiu sensed his absolute advantage among the group. He understood that if he wished, he could claim all the Daoist Text before him at any mont.
But he did not act imdiately. Instead, his eyes shifted slightly as a curious idea took shape in his mind.
The prodigies present, although unable to fathom the truth of the Ancient Stele as Wang Xiu could, knew that it was extraordinary.
They fought fiercely, launching a chaotic barrage of spells. Terrifying fluctuations of power rippled out in all directions, creating a horrifying scene.
Even top-tier prodigies like Ao Canghai and Zhao Qingyu could no longer restrain themselves. They had all witnessed the recent vision and felt it likely contained the imprint of the Dragon Emperor's Divine Skills. Such a treasure was imnsely precious and could not be allowed to fall into others' hands.
"Everyone, please hold your hands for a mont," Wang Xiu said with a smile. His voice was calm, yet it bood like thunder in everyone's ears, instantly drawing their attention.
Wang Xiu walked slowly into the middle of the crowd, pointing at the monolith. "This Ancient Stele is no ordinary object. It is a legacy left by the Dragon Emperor, and it has gained sentience. Fighting over it like this is useless. Even if you manage to obtain it, you will never gain its recognition. To you, it will be nothing more than a lifeless object!"
Hearing this, Han Yi, the young man from the mysterious Ancient Clan, frowned. "How do you know that?"
Wang Xiu replied with a calm smile, "Isn't it all written on the stele? Clear as day."
Everyone focused their gaze on the Ancient Stele. It was covered in indecipherable ancient characters. Although they were imbued with Dao Yun and felt extraordinary, no one could comprehend their aning.
Han Yi said with so disbelief, "You can understand the text on it?"
Wang Xiu stated, "I am untalented, but I have had the good fortune to read a few ancient books, and it just so happens that this type of ancient script was recorded within!"
A prodigy from the Dragon Clan spoke coldly, "Nonsense. If our ancestor, the Dragon Emperor, intentionally left this behind, why isn't it in the script of my Dragon Clan? How could you, a mber of the Human Race, be the one to understand it?"
Wang Xiu's expression remained serene as he sighed wistfully. "This fact alone proves the depths of the Dragon Emperor's mastery over Creation! This isn't so common, worldly script, but Daoist Text. Only those who have comprehended the laws of heaven and earth to the very brink of the Great Dao's true essence can inscribe such characters. Each one is a priceless gem!"
Hearing this, the assembled prodigies' expressions grew tense, their faces a mixture of belief and doubt. Coming from prestigious lineages with extraordinary backgrounds, they had, of course, heard of Daoist Text. But it was the stuff of distant legends. Such beings were rarely seen in the mortal realm; they were individuals who stood at the very pinnacle of the world.
Han Yi's eyes narrowed. "You claim you can read it. Can you translate for us what the Ancient Stele says?"
Wang Xiu chuckled lightly. "And why not?"
In front of everyone, he approached the Ancient Stele. The monolith was imnse, like a mountain. He stood before it, examined it carefully, and began to recite:
"I have road the Nine Heavens for over thirty thousand years, slaying all my enemies and defeating all mortals. I had few rivals in this world, yet I t my demise at the hands of conspiring cowards. Alas, such is fate!
"Looking back on my life, I was touched by greed, anger, delusion, and resentnt. I reveled in violence and slaughtered countless beings. This end is my just retribution.
"Today, I leave this stele to record the fruits of my life's bitter cultivation. Those who co after , should you earn my recognition, may inherit my ultimate techniques. I shall teach all, regardless of race!
"I hope that you who co after will learn from my lesson. Do not use killing to stop killing, and do not repeat my mistakes!"
The mont he finished speaking, the Ancient Stele began to glow. The heavens and earth trembled, and the innurable characters of Daoist Text blazed to life, shining with extre brilliance. Everyone squinted instinctively, not daring to look directly. They didn't even dare to extend their Divine Sense.
Seizing the opportunity, Wang Xiu moved with extre speed. In a flash, he hid behind the Ancient Stele and used the Taixu Concealnt Spell to completely hide his aura. Then, he activated his Great Luo Supre Divine Sense and split off a clone, which then strode casually out of the light.
These actions were completed in one smooth sequence, rehearsed countless tis in Wang Xiu's mind.
The crowd rely saw a flash of light before Wang Xiu seed to erge from it, noticing nothing amiss. They paid him no further mind. They were simply captivated by the Daoist Text floating in mid-air, their instincts telling them that these characters held profound secrets. If they could comprehend them, their future path of cultivation would be smooth.
"The Ancient Stele is reacting with such power? It seems Wang Xiu was telling the truth."
"It feels like the Dragon Emperor had so regrets before his death, doesn't it?"
"Alas, how tragic and lantable! What a magnificent figure Dragon Emperor Ao Lie was in his ti! He fought alone against the Supres of the Phoenix, Kylin, and other clans, yet still managed to drag their strongest experts down with him to the grave. In that era, it's no exaggeration to call him the mightiest warrior below the rank of Great Emperor."
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