Atop the Monunt of Power, there originally stood a seven-colored light column piercing the heavens, extending into the clouds with a rumbling resonance, as if a Seven-colored True Dragon were roaring and bellowing. This cast the Heavenly Do in a brilliant display of seven colors.
Within and around the Royal Capital, everyone was shocked. Countless gazes turned towards the Xiafeng Academy.
Could it be that a never-before-seen seven-colored light column had appeared? What did this represent?
A vague prophecy arose in people’s minds, claiming that whenever the monunt showed seven colors, a divine being would erge!
In the Royal Capital, there had always been such a legend circulating in the world.
The origin of the Monunt of Power was shrouded in mystery, not from Xiafeng Country but, as legend has it, an ancient stele brought back by an Old Immortal from a secretive realm in the center of the continent, far older than even Xiafeng Country itself.
Initially, ancient texts were inscribed on the Monunt of Power; however, for an unknown reason, they disappeared, yet a portion was still deciphered revealing a stele that could test one’s power.
All along, people only knew of the seven colors—red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and purple—each representing a standard of power, with red being the weakest and purple the strongest.
Although rumors persisted of a supre color above purple, the seven-colored light, sadly, no one had ever witnessed it.
Because this Monunt of Power possesses a unique trait and is not applicable to everyone, only those under twenty-four years old could attempt it. And the eighth type, the seven-colored, required two essential conditions.
First, one’s strength had to exceed eighty thousand catties.
Second, potential.
Both were indispensable; possessing eighty thousand catties of strength alone would not suffice, potential was also needed.
Strength was manageable, for it could be increased through other ans, or by wielding a Martial God Realm War Soldier. Not to ntion eighty thousand catties of strength, even a hundred thousand catties could be reached instantly.
But the second requirent, potential, seed more elusive because it was hard to gauge.
Hence, no one had ever produced the seven-colored Light Radiance, and this most mysterious eight color remained regarded as a myth, with no one believing that soone under twenty-four could achieve it.
According to the translated ancient texts, they vaguely describe that once a young generation at the Monunt of Power produced a seven-colored light column, they possessed unequaled potential and, barring any mishaps, could be dubbed a Saint of their generation.
Here, the ’Saint’ was rely an alternative description on the Monunt of Power, equivalent to a Sovereign Divine higher than the Heavenly Divine Realm on the Tiandu Continent, wielding universe-destructing Dao Power with each gesture, omnipotent.
Now that the Crown Prince had produced it, it signified that both his strength and potential were recognized by the Monunt of Power, bursting forth seven-colored light.
At this mont, due to the sky-reaching seven-colored light column, everyone was startled, awakening so concealed figures who now gazed remotely towards the direction of Xiafeng Academy.
Deep within the Royal Palace, the Old Immortal suddenly opened his eyes filled with joy: "This seven-colored light column must be Yangg’s doing. Could it be that this generation of the Xia family will produce an invincible divine being? Haha, Xiafeng Country will no longer be just one of the hundred and eight kingdoms, but powerful enough to challenge the status of an empire."
A kingdom, though still a kingdom, had a total of one hundred and eight, barely noteworthy compared to the three Great Empires of the central continent.
It wasn’t just an issue of national power, but also because the Great Empires were dubbed so due to the presence of divine beings who could annihilate hundreds of thousands in wars with a gesture, before whom even Heavenly Divine Realm beings must bow, thus possessing invincible capital.
For ages, the Xiafeng Royal Family harbored ambitions, perhaps not just them but also the royal families from the other hundred and seven kingdoms. Who wouldn’t want to command the centrally located, vast, and fertile lands, establishing oneself as an empire and ruling over the Tiandu Continent?
Suddenly, his face changed dramatically because this was not yet over; another equally spectacular and colorful seven-colored column also pierced through the heavens, traversing the vast sky and reaching beyond the clouds.
At this mont, there were two seven-colored light columns piercing the heavens and earth, reaching up to the nine heavens and down to the Nine Netherworld, seemingly becoming two eternal columns between heaven and earth, capturing everyone’s gaze.
Deep within the Royal Palace, the Old Immortal suddenly stood up, unable to remain seated, his aged face marked by the dust and trials of ti showing an expression of shock: "Two seven-colored light columns, one is Yangg’s, but whose is the other? No, I must go and see."
He extended his gnarled, tree-bark-like old hand, tearing through the stable space with a re gesture, and stepped into it, vanishing from sight.
Such a feat was clearly a divine ability spoken of in legends, capable of tearing through the void and slipping into it effortlessly.
From around, powerful presences rose and all headed towards the direction of Xiafeng Academy...
anwhile, at Xiafeng Academy.
When another seven-colored light column erupted from the Monunt of Strength, everyone, including Guu Yang Martial God and the two Martial God Elders, was completely shocked and numbed.
Seven colors, again!
A fleeting legend, the qualifications and potential to beco a divine being were bestowed only upon those who could produce a seven-colored light column.
Although the Crown Prince producing a seven-colored light column was shocking, it was to be expected because he had produced the Purple Mist two years ago, indicating his potential. After all, he was only twenty years old at that ti and now, two years later, at twenty-two, it was not surprising that he had the strength of eighty thousand catties, which represented his mastery.
With both potential and mastery, these conditions naturally also ant that the Crown Prince had the capability to cause the Monunt of Strength to produce the seven-colored light.
But what ability did Ye Chen have to reach this stage, he might have the potential, but did he truly possess the ability to achieve the strength of eighty thousand catties? That was sothing many established Innate Strong People might not accomplish.
Although it was worth questioning, the Monunt of Strength never lied, which utterly shocked everyone.
It felt like a lifeti of astonishnt was all brought forth by this young man today.
Ye Chen, this forr unparalleled genius, had now erged vigorously, not only shedding the disgrace of being considered useless in the last two years but also going a step further, just like the Crown Prince, producing an unprecedented seven-colored light.
Is he even human?
Damn, he clearly was a monster; no one had seen such a freak before.
Yang Yi felt an endless wave of regret inside her, regretting for the first ti that she had made an enemy of such a person. Yet, she also felt endless doubt as Ye Chen was simply a third level Acquired waste half a year ago, and she knew him well. But why had he grown so much in just half a year, it was astonishing.
Could it be that Ye Chen had so secret on him?
Suddenly, she beca extrely curious about Ye Chen, but at that mont, Ye Chen also looked back at her, his eyes as cold as snow, as if looking at a dead person.
Yang Yi felt like she had fallen into an ice cellar, filled with a bone-chilling cold.
Without any hesitation, she knew that if she made any wrong move, Ye Chen would definitely kill her.
Even with the Crown Prince, it might not be possible to protect herself.
At this mont, even the Crown Prince revealed a look of shock on his face, showing an unprecedented look of horror when he saw Ye Chen, suddenly feeling a terrifying sense of threat.
He had a strange premonition that this young man in front of him would beco the strongest opponent he had ever faced, unmatched by anyone.
Suddenly, he was also filled with an endless urge to battle. As the foremost young person in Xia Feng Country, he oppressed all the youth of his generation to the point of breathlessness, with even geniuses like the Thirteenth Prince barely worthy of his serious attention.
His ancestor had once said, to find a true contender among peers, one might only find them in the central lands where outstanding talents are born.
Now, encountering one inside Xia Feng Country might also be a good thing.
As if sensing sothing, Ye Chen also looked at the Crown Prince, their eyes sparking intensely, clashing invisibly with each other, a terrifying aura spreading between them.
The silent blood in his body seed to boil, although not like the foes of his previous life, but in this life, this Crown Prince also ignited the blood within him, which was not simple.
He licked his lips, an intention to battle erging and colliding with that of his opponent’s, smiling faintly, he said, "Do you wish to continue to fight?"
Everyone could not help but be startled, especially the other students, who couldn’t help but get excited. Were two unparalleled geniuses who produced seven-colored light going to fight?
Thinking this, they were filled with anticipation, eager to witness an exceptional battle between two great young prodigies.
The Crown Prince’s face no longer held its stern expression, instead, he laughed heartily, "Good, I look forward to our battle."
Ye Chen smiled faintly, and thunderous rattling sounds of muscles and bones echoed throughout his body. An unprecedented powerful aura slowly unfolded, an erging terrifying aura causing almost everyone present to change color.
"Battle!"
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