Chapter 1571 - 144: The Mountaineers_2

Chapter 1571: Chapter 144: The Mountaineers_2

Lichao City is like this, and so is Great Yue Kingdom. For cultivators whose "aptitude" is lacking, to achieve a breakthrough, they must rely on others’ strength.

Either it is willingness.

Or... it is life force.

"..."

The shadow naturally shows no response.

Earlier, because of the scramble for the [Longevity Lamp], he paid a rather tragic price.

The arm struck by Annihilation Sword Qi recovers very slowly.

If it were in the past.

Such an injury would heal within a few breaths.

But now...

He needs to spend dozens of times more time.

Xie Xuanyi wants to chat leisurely, and he is also happy to delay.

The [Nether Lake] Divine Skills prefer such a situation, the longer it drags on, the more beneficial it is for him.

"The people in the Ten Thousand Demon Array can all die."

"As long as their deaths can promote the Nether Sea to the Ninth Realm of Yang God."

Xie Xuanyi strokes his chin.

He slowly says: "Therefore... you are not afraid of the Holy Emperor, nor of the Great Palace Master. Because once the Nether Sea is promoted, it will be an existence of the same level as these two, the calculation is excellent, and the plan is nearly perfect."

If not for me.

Then the killing game of today’s grand banquet has already succeeded.

The group of Saint Prince can hardly withstand the Ten Thousand Demons Formation, at most they can revive the ancient array of the Fighting Holy Peak, to resist slightly, but ultimately they cannot escape the fate of being refined.

"Only."

"Haven’t you considered one issue?"

At this moment.

Xie Xuanyi slightly tilts his head.

He gazes at the shadow and seriously asks: "Is it possible that today... it is you all who are being set up?"

...

...

["Breaking through the heart mist."]

["Only then can I see my true self."]

The Saint Prince stops walking.

Amidst the thick fog, he seems to hear a very faint voice, echoing in his ears.

He turns his head to look.

But sees nothing.

Upon stepping onto the Corpse Mountain left by the Little Ape King, he lost his sight and direction, the formerly unfaltering divine thought probing completely lost its effect. The mountain path isn’t narrow, but the direction given to him seems only one, and the Saint Prince never thought of leaving, just turning back as the retreat is blocked by the thick fog.

He willingly steps onto this path to the "highest peak."

However.

This road is more difficult than he expected.

In the thick fog, there are no beasts, no enemies.

There’s nothing...

A deathly silence.

From start to finish, the Saint Prince climbs the mountain.

His divine skills, magic, all techniques and moves have lost their effectiveness.

Even those golden pupils hardened by True Fire can’t pierce through the fog; the only thing he can do...

Is to move forward!

The Saint Prince proceeds with his head down.

It is unknown how much time has passed.

The fog around shows no sign of dissipating.

There is no indication of reaching the mountain’s summit.

"Outside... how long has passed?"

The heart lake of the Saint Prince carries some concern.

He follows the inner calling, steps onto this path to the summit, but many people outside are waiting for him.

The Ten Thousand Demons Formation envelops the Fighting Holy Peak.

He must quickly reach the summit of the Corpse Mountain and obtain the true Holy Emperor inheritance of Great Ape Mountain, then personally arrange it!

This journey.

Is no longer a simple "moment."

He feels he has walked for at least three days... or even longer!

Continuing to "walk" like this.

He certainly can endure, but those outside, can they endure?

"Could I have gone the wrong way?"

Various distractions.

Arise in the heart of the Saint Prince.

Just as he hesitates, the previously low voice suddenly resounds.

The restless heart lake of the Saint Prince is like struck by a big bell.

He regains calmness and decides not to continue forward, but stays put, pondering the meaning of the previous heart voice.

"Hoo..."

Taking a deep breath.

The Saint Prince lowers his head.

He looks at the Spirit Sun Rod in his hand, silently sensing the remaining divine thought in the rod.

Xie Xuanyi imprints a part of the [Primordial Immortal Technique] he saw in it, at this moment the Saint Prince, from an observer’s perspective, comprehends this [Primordial Immortal Technique] once again.

In theory.

Such comprehension is extremely inefficient.

However...

The Saint Prince quickly entered the state of "meditation."

He saw the giant ape.

It was the First Generation Saint Emperor.

Perhaps due to the second contemplation.

The "image" that the Saint Prince saw was extremely blurry. This [Primordial Immortal Technique] has a very strong effect in calming the Heart Lake. Back then, Xie Xuanyi was scorched by the [Karmic Fire] and relied on contemplating this method to suppress the Flying Sword.

Now, the Saint Prince utilizes the second contemplation to suppress the turmoil in Heart Lake.

"Continue."

The Saint Prince calmed down.

He stepped forward once more.

The fog enveloped the world, in all directions, everything was chaotic.

He obviously doubted if he was walking in the wrong direction...

But.

There simply is no direction here!

The Corpse Mountain left by the Little Ape King was prepared for the later generations of Saint Emperors, it couldn’t just be a simple "endurance test." Anyone who could step onto this Corpse Mountain must have the heart power to endure climbing to the summit.

The reason why this fog is so chaotic is to obscure the Heart Lake Sensing.

In this world, not all things have clear answers.

"Since I have stepped into Corpse Mountain, I will reach the absolute peak."

The Saint Prince’s eyes became resolute.

He looked up solemnly and said, "This fog cannot stop me."

...

...

"Great Venerable."

"Are we just going to wait here?"

Outside Corpse Mountain.

A group of Great Demons waits in front of the mountain gate.

The fog shrouded the area, the restrictions were strict. Some had tried before to approach the mountain gate left by the Little Ape King... but merely getting close resulted in them being forcefully repelled and bounced back by strong power.

After all, this is the forbidden land of Great Ape Mountain.

Except for the Yang God Great Venerable.

Demon Cultivators of other realms dared not act rashly.

After the Saint Prince entered Corpse Mountain, the group waited here, only "Master Ni Yu" chose to leave. She didn’t go too far, just wanted to once again "revere" the retreating place of the Saint Emperor.

The Peacock didn’t know why Master Ni Yu made such a request, asked about it, and the latter was vague, saying she felt something in her heart.

She did not elaborate on the specific reason.

Mountain Shifting and Sea Overturning accompanied her, and they left.

"How long has it been?"

Faced with the impatient inquiry from the disciple at his knee, the Peacock Venerable frowned and responded coldly, "Keep waiting!"

The Saint Prince had entered Corpse Mountain not even for an hour.

The primordial energy of the ancient array had only burned halfway.

At this speed.

The great array of Fighting Holy Peak could still hold on for some time without collapsing immediately.

But...

The commotion outside hadn’t diminished at all.

There was thunderous shaking, and the sky vault’s mutations, within Fighting Holy Peak, it was truly difficult to see the battle situation clearly.

"Everyone, don’t be anxious."

Venerable Zhu Yan stood up and spoke gently, "His Highness the Saint Prince on this mountain... it won’t take long..."

"It’s easy for you to say, how can one not be anxious?"

Silver Moon Great Venerable folded his arms, sighed deeply with meaning, "I really don’t know, even if he climbs this mountain, what difference does it make..."

Soon.

The entire Fighting Holy Peak would be blood-washed by the Ten Thousand Demons Formation!

Silver Moon truly couldn’t understand.

Even if the Saint Prince obtained the complete [Earth Abyss Inheritance], what then?

Could the Nether Sea actually bow and beg to be his subject?

"Great Venerable."

Venerable Zhu Yan, still unhurried, softly said, "If His Highness climbs this mountain, naturally he becomes the new ’Saint Emperor’."

"Becoming the Saint Emperor, so what?"

Silver Moon still shook his head.

When death is imminent, what’s the use of such empty titles!

Venerable Zhu Yan smiled, "This Great Ape Mountain is full of the Saint Emperor’s subjects."

Looking at the entire demon country.

From before the Great Tribulation, there was a Heavenly Person guarding, leaving behind millennial heritage... only two Holy Lands.

Therefore.

The one who can understand the value of these words is only Wu Jiu.

Great Ape Mountain Saint Emperor and the Throne of Heavenly Phoenix Palace...

This is the ultimate authority.

If one could gain the recognition of the Holy Land’s owner from a thousand years ago, obtaining this title, the reward would not just be an empty name.

"If he climbs to the summit."

Wu Jiu looked up, gazing at the lofty Corpse Mountain, softly mumbled, "Then... he has reached the summit?"

Venerable Zhu Yan inadvertently hearing this wise saying, was slightly surprised and turned his head.

Venerable Zhu Yan nodded seriously, agreeing.

"Exactly."