In the midst of the starry sky, silence prevailed. The Combat Saint King stood aloft above the Heavenly Do, his body overflowing with golden light, and a Supre pressure gently perating the area, flattening swathes of the starry sky, unmatched and invincible.
All present felt an unprecedented, terrifying suffocation, a horrific oppressive force rippling as if all the air had been sucked out, rendering them breathless.
In this starry space, the Combat Saint King was invincible. Who could contest him, who could match him? Terrifying Blood Qi Dragons ultimately dissipated, signifying the slaughtering of each of the Supre Heroic Masters, including true Holy Land owners and even so Old Immortals.
But all were dead, slain one by one by him, their blood splattering across the starry sky.
The Combat Saint King’s black hair flowed freely, his appearance stunningly magnificent and unmatched, his body covered in vivid bloodstains—all from the slaughtered Heroic and Saint Masters. Not a single drop was his own.
Though at this mont, the Combat Saint King had reined in his overwhelming aura, rely standing there, the blood of the All Heroes shimring gloriously, radiating extre brilliance that forced the mighty to bow in worship and kneel.
Finally, everything was restrained. The Combat Saint King’s robust physique once again beca lean and hardened, not only appearing magnificently grand but also intensely intimidating; yet, despite this, all revered him, and none dared to strike.
Everyone deeply understood the terror of the Combat Saint King. Should anyone dare to provoke him, the Combat Saint King could instantly revive to his peak state and suppress all supre foes within this starry realm.
The Starry Sky, figures like Ancient Heavenly Court Divine Generals, Yaochi Sacred Land Palace Masters, Buddhist Divine Monks, Ye Family Patriarchs, and other powerhouses had not previously joined the battle but were also shaken by the overwhelming combat power of the Combat Saint King.
At this mont, their expressions were complex. Having witnessed the Combat Saint King’s combat prowess, they did not engage in battle again.
Ye Chen, deeply observing those possessing the Immortal Force of "Emperor" and "Supre" Inheritance, took a step forward and arrived at the sixth Pyramid Altar. All the contending Heroes there changed color, exclaiming in surprise, "Combat Saint King, what is the aning of this? We never attacked you or the Taichu Saint."
Ye Chen nodded, replying, "Exactly for this reason, I have no intention of striking at you, I rely reclaim what is mine."
He ascended the ancient sixth altar, passing through a light screen, where a bronze spear lay—a simple yet ancient piece adorned with many aged runes, seemingly chronicling the eternal heavens.
Ye Chen reached out and grasped the bronze spear, which clanged loudly, even affecting the void, indicating its imnse weight.
The Heroic Masters’ expressions changed. Previously, they had tried, but the bronze spear proved exceedingly heavy; even as powerful as they were, they struggled to lift it, yet it was effortlessly picked by the Combat Saint King.
"This is an heirloom left by my master, not ant for others to wield," declared Ye Chen, holding the bronze spear, his gaze sweeping towards the seven Heroic Masters previously contesting it, who all stepped back, not daring to et Ye Chen’s eyes.
Then, Ye Chen leaped skyward, crossing vast distances to reach the seventh Pyramid Altar, where eight Heroic Masters and a mysterious Divine Item—a stone coffin—also lay.
Equally ancient and containing nothing, the stone coffin still piqued the interest of the Heroic Masters due to its placent on a prestigious Pyramid Altar.
Regrettably for them, Ye Chen arrived, simply stating, "This too belongs to originally. I’d rather not elaborate. If there are any objections, we can battle it out."
His simple statent caused all the Heroic Masters to pale, as now, who would dare to battle the Combat Saint King, clearly a suicidal act.
Ye Chen then took the mysterious stone coffin into his inner spatial realm.
Finally, Ye Chen returned to the side of the Taichu Female Saint.
This ti, aside from forsaking the seven Pyramid Altars, other smaller altars scattered across the starry sky also held nurous treasures, naturally incomparable to all that was on the seven Pyramid Altars.
Out of the seven, five were claid by Ye Chen.
There were no longer any others in this starry sky.
"Is it really over? What about the legendary Primordial Immortal Realm?"
A Heroic Master couldn’t help but sigh lightly, not until all the treasures had been contested did they rember—the supposed Emperor sleeping within the Emperor Pass, the said Primordial Immortal Realm, the terrifying Great Evil... Why was there only this peculiar Starry Sky Land and no other items?
Nobody knew.
The guardians of the ten Heroic Passes, were they continuously assaulted by one Immortal Force after another throughout history, including the mighty challenges by ten Ancient Great Powers, only to find these things here?
The legendary Primordial Immortal Realm was still invisible, ethereal and illusory, making one wonder if such a world really existed.
Was everything just an illusion?
Boom—
Suddenly, an endless auspicious rainbow shone down from the Heavenly Do, bringing with it an ancient, broken stone stele that was one zhang long and half a zhang wide.
This stele was exceedingly ancient, as if it had endured endless vicissitudes of ti, incredibly old, unremarkable and ordinary, inscribed with only nine characters.
These nine simple characters were admittedly simple, yet no one could understand them. They were profoundly mysterious, seemingly containing the boundless Heaven and Earth Dao. Even the Saint Masters couldn’t fully decipher the Secret Technique within.
Roar—
The stone stele, devoid of any embellishnts, vibrated as the first ancient character suddenly surged skyward, crystalizing into a huge True Dragon that spanned the Heavenly Do, its body colossal with each Dragon Scale covering the sky, supre and unparalleled.
The second ancient character also shimred, bursting forth with flas, as the Vermilion Bird soared across the sky.
The third ancient character transford into a Roc, spreading its wings to strike heaven!
...
Each ancient character evolved into a different Mythical Sacred Spirit, flapping their wings across the sky, standing majestically, incredibly mysterious, as if enacting the Dao of all heavens.
Finally, with a shake of the stele, nine Sacred Spirits spanned the sky, their aura tumultuous, jointly blasting out a mysterious and blazing pathway, intertwined with endless runes, like a vast Great World itself.
Everyone was shocked—could this be the real Primordial Immortal Realm?
But then another face of the stone stele descended in this mont, written in mythical ancient script; however, all Heroes changed color, because those who wished to really pass through, must sacrifice two-thirds of their people to proceed.
So it turned out, only one-third of the people here could pass through.
Everyone instantly beca vigilant, especially many young Heavenly Prides who feared that stronger individuals might strike against them.
Suddenly, Ye Chen shuddered, a terrifying Qi chanism diffusing around him. He felt a mysterious call from within the pathway opened by the ancient stele, a trembling pulsing from the depths of his soul.
It was as if sothing from the very depths was calling him, beckoning him to enter the pathway.
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