Immortal and Martial Dual Cultivation Chapter 828 - Peacock King

Chapter 828: Peacock King

The thickness and energy of the barrier were weakening visibly. Once the barrier disappeared, the gathered Inferior Grade Martial Sages could start carving their nas on the monunt.

Xiao Chen and Ying Qiong both wore cloaks to conceal their identity. They hid within the crowd and looked around.

There were very few of the younger generation here—only four. Of the four, Xiao Chen recognized only one. It looked like Di Wuque, Wang Can, Kong Yuan, and the others had yet to arrive.

The person Xiao Chen recognized was Yan Shisan, who wore black and held the Heavenly Ice Sword in his hand. He stood at a corner with a stern expression as he stared at the Sage Mark Monunt.

Yan Shisan had been a half-Sage for many years. It was no surprise that he had advanced to Martial Sage with the opportunity from the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring.

With so introductions from Ying Qiong, Xiao Chen got to know who the rest of the four were. They were all geniuses of other races. The powers behind them were similar to the human race’s Sovereign Noble Clans.

Xiao Chen paid close attention to a bare-ard man. If he was not mistaken, this person beca a Martial Sage through body tempering.

This person was a Corpse Race cultivator called Kui Dou. According to Ying Qiong, he had relied on only his physical body to advance to Martial Sage.

Kui Dou’s ancestor was the famous Iron Hand Sovereign of the Profound Domain, a legendary character that had relied on his physical body to cultivate until Sovereign Martial Emperor. However, he had left the Corpse God Palace long ago and set down roots in the Profound Domain along with his clan.

As for the others, they did not leave a deep impression on Xiao Chen. Of course, that was not to say they were not powerful. They just did not have any distinctive characteristics that made them morable to him.

For these people to advance to Martial Sage before the age of thirty, they were all definitely major characters.

“The descendant of the Peacock King, Kong Yuan, is here,” Ying Qiong said suddenly. “The person with him seems to be the Spirit Fox King’s descendant, Yuan Xu.”

Xiao Chen looked over and saw a handso man in blue beside Kong Yuan. The appearance of that man had the unique elegance of Silver Moon Spirit Foxes.

This person was even more handso than Xuan Yu, whom Xiao Chen had t. However, he had a Sovereign bloodline, which diluted the soft and gentle aura of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox Race and made him look more charming.

“I heard that he is stronger than Kong Yuan. When the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring was opened, he happened to be at a crucial point in his breakthrough to his fifth tail, so he could not rush over in ti,” Ying Qiong whispered to Xiao Chen.

Of the five major races, the Fiend Race was the most nurous but also the weakest, because they had only two known Sovereign Martial Emperors—the Peacock King and the Spirit Fox King.

When the two descendants of the Sovereign Martial Emperors arrived, all the Fiend Race Martial Sages followed their lead and stood behind them.

The Spirit Fox King and the Peacock King were highly respected in the Fiend Domain. Naturally, their progenies were respected as well. Everyone in their race placed their hopes on them, relying on them to bring glory to the Fiend Race by carving their nas on a high spot.

“Whoosh!”

A cold wind blew above. Eight ethereal spirits carrying a white palanquin descended. This would be the top youth of the Ghost Race.

Qing Cheng, the Ghost Race girl who once scared Xiao Chen, walked out from the palanquin. Then, another three youths followed her out.

After so thought, Xiao Chen concluded that Qing Cheng must have given a lift to the demonic geniuses of the Ghost Race’s younger generation. Although the Ghost Race was few in number, four people showed up. In a way, this attendance showed how much stronger the Ghost Race was in comparison to the Fiend Race.

The Inferior Grade Martial Sages of the Ghost Race here all gathered behind these four people and chatted with each other in whispers.

These were not all. The demonic geniuses of the younger generation kept on coming, one after another.

A mont later, the Corpse Race’s and the human race’s younger generations arrived at almost the sa ti. From the Corpse Race, Xiao Chen recognized only Wang Can, whom he fought before. He did not know any of the rest, although he had seen them once at the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring.

Those on the human side were all familiar to him. As expected, the three Holy Scions had used the opportunity from the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring to break through the bottleneck that had hindered them for many years, advancing to Martial Sage.

Aside from these three, there were mbers of the original seven giants, the three who soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring—Bai Wuxue, An Junxi, and Shui Lingling. They had also relied on the opportunity from the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring to advance to Martial Sage.

Xiao Chen heaved a sigh of relief. If not for the Breaking Sage Pill, which allowed him to advance to Martial Sage early, this group of people would have surpassed him.

After all, he had been a half-Sage for less than a year. Compared to An Junxi and the others, who had all remained stuck at half-Sage for at least four years, he had much less accumulation and experience.

Hence, Xiao Chen had not been in a position to rely on the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring, which raised his talent and comprehension abilities, to break through the bottleneck.

If he had another year, he would have been able to break through to Martial Sage without the Breaking Sage Pill, no inferior to this group of people. However, by then, it would have been too late. The Sage Mark Monunt would activate again only ten years later.

“Hu chi!”

A golden light flashed. Di Wuque and that white-haired girl led thirteen Inferior Grade Martial Sages of the Deity Race to descend on the scene.

The flickering light drew everyone’s gazes.

The leftover Deity Race cultivators all revealed fervent expressions as they quickly gathered behind Di Wuque and the other Deity Race demonic geniuses.

Xiao Chen felt astonished. The Deity Race was truly ridiculously strong. Di Wuque and the white-haired girl had long been Martial Sages already and were now peak Inferior Grade Martial Sages.

Aside from these two, the other thirteen people who soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring were now all Martial Sages as well.

Furthermore, the Deity Race obviously had more people than any of the other races.

“Strange. Wasn’t it said that a descendant of the human race’s Azure Emperor appeared? Why do I not see him? Is he not a Martial Sage yet?”

Several people started mumbling in doubt when they failed to see Xiao Chen, even though the golden barrier before the Sage Mark Monunt was weakening and all the various demonic geniuses had gathered.

Naturally, Xiao Chen, who was keeping a low profile in the human group, did not hear these discussions taking place in the surrounding peaks. At such a distance, he would need to send out his Spiritual Sense before he could hear them.

He wore a cloak mainly because he wanted to avoid trouble. He did not want the three Sovereign Noble Clans to know of his movents.

As for what Ying Qiong was thinking, he did not know and could not be bothered to think about it.

However, Xiao Chen listened carefully to the discussions of the Martial Sages around him. After a while, he had gained a much better understanding of the Sage Mark Monunt.

As long as cultivators got within a hundred ters of the Sage Mark Monunt, they would feel a strong pressure, which ca from the mysterious power inside the stone monunt.

This pressure was not a generic pressure. Not only would it affect a cultivator’s ntal state, but it also placed restrictions on flight. The higher one flew, the more pressure one would feel.

The higher one carved his na, the more outstanding one was.

However, one might also fail to carve one’s na at the height they could reach. Inscribing one’s na was not simple, either.

When the Sage Mark Monunt activated in the past, many ambitious people wanted to carve their nas as high as they could. So they blindly flew as high as they could manage.

However, as these people carved their nas, they could not endure the pressure. Before they finished, they got repelled and lost their chance to leave their nas.

Furthermore, the na carved on the stone monunt would not necessarily last forever. If a cultivator did not beco a Martial Emperor, the na on the Sage Mark Monunt would disappear after a thousand years.

If one managed to beco a Martial Emperor, the carved na would turn purple, disappearing only after five thousand years.

Only when one beca a Sovereign Martial Emperor would one’s na turn golden and last forever, never to disappear.

Under the hood, Xiao Chen gazed at the indistinct stone monunt obstructed by the barrier, an expression of interest in his eyes.

The stone monunt was slightly more than three kiloters tall. If it had not been erected on this plateau, its height would look very ordinary among the many peaks of the Kunlun Mountain Range.

However, this stone monunt recorded all the famous experts of the Martial Epoch.

One stone monunt for the entire Kunlun Realm.

Just at this mont, the barrier vanished. The slightly-over-three-kiloter-tall Sage Mark Monunt revealed its true face. From where the cultivators stood, they could see the nas on it clearly.

The most eye-catching ones were the golden nas high up. These nas glittered in the sunlight.

Each na was a legend. When the cultivators saw a golden na belonging to their race, no matter who was it, they felt anticipation, reverence, respect, and pride.

These golden nas also attracted Xiao Chen’s first glance. However, his second glance shifted to the bottom of the stele.

Compare to the golden nas above, these nas below did not stand out at all.

These nas were far more cluttered, at least a few hundred tis more so. They were like the base of a pyramid.

As one’s gaze rose, the clutter decreased. At the height of one kiloter, each row had only ten nas at most.

The middle of the over-one-ter-wide stele appeared extrely sparsely inscribed. This one-kiloter height was a separation point. Only after this point would one start to see so purple nas.

At two kiloters was another separation point. From there on, most of the nas were purple leavened with the occasional golden na.

Golden lights flickered. Even amid the purple nas, the golden light stood out very clearly. When it appeared, one would notice it right away, forgetting about the nas around it.

Xiao Chen continued to raise his gaze. Then, he fixed it at the three-kiloter height, where there were only two nas. One was the Thunder Emperor’s and the other, the Azure Emperor’s.

There were still another three hundred ters above this point, to the top of the stele. However, the hundred ters above the Azure Emperor’s na was blank.

No nas appeared there. However, past these hundred ters was a large number of glittering nas densely packed together.

Each row had at least twenty nas, just as packed as the bottommost row of the stele.

Soone who understood the history of the Kunlun Realm and the Martial Epoch would not find this sight strange.

The stele represented the entire Kunlun Realm. There was no falsehood to this. Those densely packed nas one hundred ters above the Azure Emperor represented the peak of the Ancient Era, when there had been as many Emperors as the clouds, when Sages filled the streets. It had been a glorious period rife with Sovereign Martial Emperors.