"Brother Ling Chen, why don’t you give it a try?" Ling Yin seed to have seen through Ling Chen’s thoughts and said with a playful smile.
Although Ling Chen wasn’t particularly keen on gaining fa, he was currently just an unknown nobody in the Nine Provinces Land. This lack of reputation was not conducive to his search for a way to awaken Xia Yunxin.
Such a thod is beyond the grasp of ordinary people.
After all, one can only interact with individuals on a similar level. A naless nobody from the lower rungs of society could never co into contact with high-level individuals, so how could he find a thod to save her?
Besides, Ling Chen himself harbored the ambition to contend with the geniuses of these Nine Provinces. If he didn’t participate in the competition and face no pressure, how would he know his own strength and weaknesses compared to his peers? How then could he improve?
"Let’s head into the city."
A spark flickered in Ling Chen’s eyes as he, along with an eager Shen Qianlang and Ling Yin, entered Panlong City.
「Inside Panlong City.」
The sprawling Panlong City covered hundreds of miles and could accommodate at least a million inhabitants. An imnse flow of people moved through the city; generally, only warriors were permitted to enter.
The True Dragon Pavilion was the nexus of Panlong City. To gain entry, one had to possess the strength of the Sky Apex Realm and be under thirty years of age.
Fortunately, aside from Luo Xian’er, everyone else t the conditions. Thus, they had Luo Xian’er wait outside while the three of them—Ling Chen, Ling Yin, and Shen Qianlang—entered first.
A mountain peak that seed to pierce the heavens gradually ca into the group’s view. It resembled a sharp sword, its summit seemingly sliced off by a single stroke, leaving it remarkably flat. Atop this summit stood a magnificent edifice, its entrance bearing three grand and imposing characters: True Dragon Pavilion.
"We’ve arrived at the True Dragon Pavilion. So many familiar faces."
Shen Qianlang’s gaze swept around. He could see the figures there clearly, even distinguishing their facial features.
Although he hadn’t t many of them, he had seen their portraits. Many were renowned young talents in the Southern Martial World.
Seeing the words ’True Dragon Pavilion’, Shen Qianlang’s breathing beca slightly heavier than usual. Clearly, his heart was far from calm. It was likely that anyone who ca here would find it difficult to remain composed.
What did martial practitioners like them cultivate so arduously for? Wasn’t it to make a na for themselves and leave their mark in history? Even Saints, who couldn’t guarantee their own immortality, desperately wanted to leave their nas behind.
And this True Dragon Pavilion before them was a splendid opportunity for the younger generation to ensure their nas were rembered by posterity.
Only Ling Chen and Ling Yin’s expressions showed little change. In Ling Chen’s eyes, the mountain peak, along with the True Dragon Pavilion upon it, resembled a Divine Sword piercing heaven and earth. Its imposing aura was like sword qi, rending the sky, terrifying to the extre.
Soon, the three of them arrived at the summit. Everyone who entered here aspired to leave their na in the annals of history.
However, though many entered, only a precious few would ultimately succeed in doing so.
"So many geniuses have co to the True Dragon Pavilion this ti! Look at that white-clad swordfighter over there—isn’t that ’Dragon Slayer Sword’ Ye Ming? I didn’t expect him to try his luck too."
"And ’Demon Wind Fist’ Yuwen Jie."
"’Withering Glory Blade’ Dong Yaotian."
A buzz of discussion arose. Amidst the many gazes, five youths appeared at so point. Two of them had slightly weaker Cultivation, at the Sky Apex Fourth Layer and Five Heavenly Layers respectively. The remaining three had all surpassed the Seventh Realm of Sky Apex. The handso youth on the left had green hair, wore Green Leather Armor, had a Long Sword at his waist, and was draped in a Red Cloak. The one on the right looked prematurely aged, his hair gray, and carried a War Knife on his back. Though he stood still, an invisible blade intent swirled around him, causing the surrounding grass and trees to wither. Between these two stood a slightly older youth in gray clothes. This gray-clothed youth was wild, with a large fra, and exuded an overbearing aura.
"These three are all famous figures on the Hidden Dragon List! I didn’t expect them to co to the True Dragon Pavilion today as well," Shen Qianlang, standing beside Ling Chen, said, his eyes lighting up slightly.
Hearing this, Ling Chen’s expression also grew focused. Experts on the Hidden Dragon List—adding up both the southern and northern lists across the entire Nine Provinces Land—numbered no more than seventy-two. For these three to be among them, they must possess genuine skills.
All eyes focused on the five youths, who stood with their heads held high, enjoying the nurous respectful gazes.
"Brother Ye, this is your third ti coming to the True Dragon Pavilion to leave your na, isn’t it? This ti, I believe you will definitely succeed," Yuwen Jie, clad in a gray robe and with a wild look in his eyes, said to Ye Ming.
"That’s right. With Brother Ye’s talent, he’s sure to successfully leave his na this ti," Dong Yaotian also said with a smile.
"I hope your auspicious words co true." A sharp glint appeared in Ye Ming’s eyes. He was determined to succeed in one attempt this ti.
Dong Yaotian and Yuwen Jie had already successfully left their nas in the annals of history before. Today, they had brought junior disciples from their respective sects to the True Dragon Pavilion and rely happened to encounter him.
For an expert on the Hidden Dragon List like him, failing to leave his na at the True Dragon Pavilion was an imnse disgrace.
It was as if to say that although he, Ye Ming, was strong enough, his potential didn’t reach the first-tier level among the younger generation.
CREAK!
A large door in the deepest part of the True Dragon Pavilion swung open, revealing an exceptionally grand plaza. In the depths of that space, at the center of the plaza, stood a hundred-foot-high green wall.
On that green wall, countless nas were densely engraved.
"So, this is the Ten Thousand Years Green History Wall."
Ling Chen’s eyes lit up slightly. The green wall before him radiated an extrely ancient aura. Every na upon it shimred, dazzling and brilliant.
Taibai Sword Immortal!
Ling Chen saw a particularly striking na at the very top of the Green History Wall.
The nas on the Green History Wall had changed batch after batch, yet this na had not changed in five hundred years.
Taibai Sword Immortal represented the strongest aptitude of the last five hundred years; this was indisputable.
There were predecessors, but as yet, no successors. The next person to surpass Taibai Sword Immortal had yet to appear.
Empress Yunyao!
Ling Chen’s gaze shifted to the second na, and his pupils couldn’t help but constrict slightly. The second na on the Green History Wall was actually Empress Yunyao!
This woman, who resided in the Divine Capital and was the nominal supre ruler of the entire Nine Provinces Continent—her talent is actually second only to Taibai Sword Immortal! This greatly surpasses my expectations and is truly terrifying.
Third place, Peerless Sword!
Fourth place, Liu ngru!
Fifth place, Sima Xiaoyao!
...
Tenth place, Tang Haotian!
Ling Chen continued to look down. He didn’t recognize any of the nas below, but based on their surnas, he could deduce that these individuals were likely young disciples from the Nine Great Families. The remaining nas did not necessarily belong to people of this era; they could be prodigies from previous generations. After all, countless prodigies had erged over the past five hundred years. Although each new generation replaces the old, it was like sifting gold from sand—unless one was a top-tier genius of their ti, they simply couldn’t be listed among them.
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