Chapter 722: Chapter 138: Acquired Dao Embryo, Hermit Challenge (Two in One)_5
But soon he understood sothing—if the Sword Master had not allowed it, these Dragon Demons would certainly not dare to leave.
Qiu Wuheng arrived at the Sword Cliff and indeed saw that the Sword Master was no longer fishing but was staring at the waterfall in front of him, lost in thought.
It was only after asking that Qiu Wuheng learned the Sword Master had long planned to seek out an old friend.
Moreover, he learned that Li Hao also intended to depart from the Holy Land and head to the Dynasty for selection.
Knowing Li Hao’s whereabouts, Qiu Wuheng’s eyes flickered, suddenly setting aside his intention to continue seclusion, curious to see the other’s performance in battle.
Previously, in the exchange with the Haoyue Saint Son, Li Hao did not even reveal his Extre Realm, leaving one to wonder about his true strength.
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In the Canglan Realm, there are forty to fifty dynasties, large and small, and over a hundred first-class forces.
Without a background or connections, even if one is from a small sect, they can participate in the war, although they must go through several rounds of selection.
This selection process had already begun before the start of the Sword God War.
The major forces within the dynasty, bypassing the initial screening, would carry out their own selection, similar to the Holy Land’s selection. The disciples selected would then compete with each other.
This competition took place at Sacrificial Mountain, in the largest dynasty of the Canglan Realm, the Sea God Dynasty.
Li Hao, using his identity as the Qingfeng Pill Master, had made connections with those first-rate forces and obtained an entry quota. After bidding a temporary farewell to Lin Qingyue and Lin Shanhai, and ard with the Geomantic Chart of the Sea God Dynasty, he headed for Sacrificial Mountain.
As he drew closer, he encountered nurous disciples from various sects along the way, flocking to a grand event as if to a fair.
Passing through a certain forest, Li Hao heard the sounds of battle inside. When he scanned the area with his Divine Thought, he saw a man in white singlehandedly slaughtering seven or eight Martial Artists of the Three Immortal Realms, swiftly looting their belongings before hurrying away.
Where crowds gather, disputes and disasters are bound to arise; naturally, Li Hao had no intention of ddling.
He had planned to leave directly but then noticed strands of black qi drifting from the seven or eight corpses.
Li Hao imdiately thought of the Extre Path to Saint Ascension, having to purify the malice and resentnt from slaughter.
His heart stirred, and he Instant Teleported to the spot, raising his hand. His Divine Blood drew in those strands of black qi.
As the black qi fell into his hand and soon got absorbed into his palm, it turned into a slightly more solid stream of black qi at the location of his dantian.
Li Hao vaguely sensed that these black qi contained the essence of slaughter and screams of agony, but as the dazzling light reflected by his Divine Blood shone upon it, the resentful screams were erased, leaving behind only the pure essence of a will to kill.
Li Hao ca to so understanding in his heart.
If incense fire represents the will of faith, then the Extre Dao signifies the will of destruction.
He wondered what would happen if these two diatrically opposed wills were to rge and then combined with the Ritual Path to Saint Ascension.
Sensing soone approaching, Li Hao did not linger and quickly Instant Teleported away.
Only after traveling several hundred miles did Li Hao resu flying at a normal speed.
He couldn’t help but smile to himself; he was there to purify the resentnt, but it ended up looking rather secretive. It was no wonder that Ying Xiaoxiao was known as a mber of the Demon Race. When the Divine Clan went to purify disasters, after a long ti, they began to resemble crows, originally a symbol of good fortune but mistaken for a disaster.
Upon arriving at Sacrificial Mountain, the place was already swarming with people.
Li Hao scanned with his Divine Thought, found the acquaintances he had made before, who were surprised to learn that he was the Qingfeng Pill Master. Upon seeing the token he had given before, they imdiately welcod Li Hao to a seat.
Sacrificial Mountain was vast enough to accommodate a million people, and without noise-cancellation laws, it was noisy and chaotic.
“Qingfeng Pill Master, here is your battle number. The selection from the smaller sects has already finished. Now it is the selection among ten thousand to pick out the top hundred, and then the top ten will battle it out!”
The slightly plump middle-aged man, an Elder of the Zhenyuan Sect in the Dao Law Realm, had learned from rumors about Li Hao’s actions in the Sword God War, and was now extrely courteous towards him.
Being a Pill Master and an unparalleled Swordsman, as well as a disciple under the Supre Saint Gate—any of these identities were worth the Zhenyuan Sect making an all-out effort to make connections.
“The ten thousand ranks are the highest order we at the Zhenyuan Sect could obtain for direct competition,” Zhao Xiulin said with a smile.
“That’s enough, thank you,”
Li Hao spoke, “As for alchemy, you can find Master Shanhai later.”
“Then thank you very much, Qingfeng Pill Master,” Zhao Xiulin said, thrilled, and quickly thanked him.
Holding the participation number, Li Hao waited quietly outside the arena amid the cacophony of voices. There were ten battle stages with competitions going on simultaneously.
Besides the disciples who had co to watch and participate from various sects, there were many figures in brocade python robes, clearly mbers of the Imperial Family from inside the dynasties.
Compared to the selection in the Holy Land, this scene was slightly more chaotic, yet the battles on the platforms were even more exciting, dazzling with a variety of techniques, including using poisons and whips.
As Li Hao sat and watched in anticipation, another group of figures with an air of scholarly elegance sat together elsewhere in the crowd.
“Qingyi, these are all insignificant individuals. What’s so interesting about their competition? You joining in is like bullying. If your father finds out, he’ll have to say you’re taking advantage of others.”
A young man with a white jade hat and fanning himself with a folding fan shook his head, his expression slightly helpless.
The young lady beside him, however, looked naive and simple, yet her eyes sparkled with agile intelligence, “Brother, do not underestimate these people. So of them just didn’t have the chance to join the Holy Land early on, but they have potential that can lead to astonishing talents.”
“You coming to see is enough, there’s no need to compete. You’ve already obtained our Holy Land’s participation spot. If you were to take another one here and expose yourself, I’m afraid it would cause dissatisfaction among these dynasties and forces.”
The young man with the folding fan said with a wry smile, voicing his actual concern.
The young lady grinned slightly, “I’m just playing around. Once it gets to the top hundred, I’ll purposely lose to soone. After all, I’m not in my true appearance right now, and no one can recognize .”
Hearing this, several people nearby breathed a sigh of relief; they really were worried that the young mistress would compete with these individual cultivators for a spot, which could have a negative impact on the Sanctuary of Literary Ancestors.
“2678 versus 9527, please co on stage.”
At that mont, a fight on one of the platforms ca to an end, and an official with a loud voice announced.
This voice overrode the discussions below, imbued with the power of laws. The young man with the folding fan smiled, “It’s your turn, but don’t be too harsh.”
“Don’t worry, I won’t even use our sect’s techniques.”
Li Qingyi put on an “it’s all good” expression.
“Your opponent looks very young, don’t shatter his Dao Heart.”
Another young man pointed out as he saw the already present young contestant on stage to Li Qingyi.
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