Chapter 829: The Legendary Martial Gods
The hundred ters of blank space represented the weakening of the various races after the War of the Emperors in the Savage Battlefield. Every race suffered a sharp decline, and the peak of martial cultivation never returned.
Only ten thousand years ago did the person who was later nad the strongest Sovereign Martial Emperor since the Ancient Era appear. Only then did the empty space at the three-kiloter height get a na carved on it.
Compared to the people from the Ancient Era, those of the current era were still significantly weaker. That had been a golden age. The nas of those legends were nas that even the Azure Emperor could not approach.
However, the prestige of the Azure Emperor and the Thunder Emperor surpassed that of Sovereign Martial Emperors from over ten thousand years ago.
The hundred ters below the two nas were blank as well; there were no nas at all. Only another hundred ters lower were there so rare purple or golden nas.
Compared to the Azure Emperor, the Thunder Emperor’s golden na was clearly dimr. The Azure Emperor’s na was as bright as the stars. However, the Thunder Emperor’s na was just an ordinary golden.
After seeing so many nas, Xiao Chen guessed that the glow of the na had sothing to do with that person’s strength. The Thunder Emperor had died mysteriously, soon after he advanced to Sovereign Martial Emperor. Naturally, the Thunder Emperor’s strength was not comparable to the Azure Emperor’s at his peak.
Seeing the two nas next to each other, Xiao Chen pitied the Thunder Emperor. If not for bad luck, the Thunder Emperor might have been the second Azure Emperor today.
Densely filled rows of golden words covered about a hundred ters towards the top of the Sage Mark Monunt. However, at its topmost hundred ters, no one could make out a single na.
Everyone could see only vague scars. Who left these scars and when were they left?
Where did these people go? Where were they now? This had always been a mystery of the Kunlun Realm. Several people guessed that the people who left marks on the top of the Sage Mark Monunt beca the legendary Martial Gods.
However, no one had ever seen a Martial God in this world. The legends concerning Martial Gods were mostly records on docunts. Most of these docunts were unverifiable.
To all the cultivators, Martial Gods were just an illusory legend.
The shock that the Sage Mark Monunt gave the crowd lingered for a long ti. After one finished viewing the stele, it was like they had experienced the entire history of the Martial Epoch.
Only much later did soone recover their wits. That person gently leaped and arrived before the stele to try to carve his na.
So long as one was sure to have a spot, naturally the higher one’s na was, the better. Everyone had so vanity and competitiveness.
Many people leaped up to try. Soon, soone passed the one-kiloter point. Nas appeared at increasingly higher heights.
However, no one managed to cross the threshold of two kiloters even after a long ti.
A few middle-aged cultivators tried but ended up failing. They vomited blood when they landed on the ground, losing even their right to enter the Sage Mark Monunt.
A figure flashed and landed below the Sage Mark Monunt. When everyone saw this person’s appearance, the cultivators preparing for their attempts imdiately stopped what they were doing and looked at him.
“The Peacock King’s grandson, Kong Yuan, is about to make a move. It looks like he will be the first to break the record of two kiloters today.”
“All those who crossed two kiloters beca Martial Emperors. This person soaked in the Heavenly Dew Divine Spring and will definitely beco a Martial Emperor within a hundred years. Two kiloters should not be difficult for him.”
“I wonder, how much higher than two kiloters can he go? Back then, the Peacock King seed to have left his na at the height of two and a half kiloters.”
“The higher one flies, the more pressure one feels. For every ten-ter advance after two kiloters, the pressure will double. Furthermore, one has to stay in midair as they carve their na. This is difficult for anyone.”
“It is hard to say how high he can reach.”
As the first of the younger generation to make a move, Kong Yuan received the attention of not only the cultivators around but also that of the cultivators watching from the surrounding peaks.
“Hu chi!”
Kong Yuan did not hesitate. He pushed off the ground and soared into the air. He did not feel any pressure for the first kiloter. After the first kiloter, his expression turned grave, and his speed decreased visibly.
By one and a half kiloters, Kong Yuan’s eyebrows were tightly knitted together. Evidently, the pressure was already considerable.
However, this was Kong Yuan, after all. He did not disappoint the crowd but crossed the threshold of two kiloters. The many cultivators of the Fiend Race all revealed smiles.
However, Kong Yuan did not show any intention of stopping, continuing to fly higher. Now, his face looked scrunched up as he clenched his teeth tightly.
Sweat covered Kong Yuan’s forehead. Every increase in ten ters beca strangely difficult. The Fiend Race cultivators all could not help sweating, starting to feel nervous for him.
When Kong Yuan finally reached the height of two and a half kiloters, he saw a familiar na. That was his grandfather’s na, one of the two Sovereign Martial Emperors of the Fiend Domain.
He relaxed his expression slightly, revealing a smile. He stopped in midair, and a short sword appeared in his hand. Then, he carved his na beside the Peacock King’s, stroke by stroke.
Rock fragnts flew out and a light shone. The Fiend Race cultivators cheered thunderously.
When Kong Yuan finished the last stroke, a beam of light pierced his body, relieving him of all the pressure he suffered.
As the Fiend Race cultivators looked on, watching Kong Yuan with eyes full of hero worship, he slowly landed on the ground.
“Unexpectedly, the mont he made his move, he managed to rank together with the Peacock King. Today’s younger generation is truly unbelievable.”
Kong Yuan, the first of the younger generation to make a move, managed to attain such a height. Not only did this make all the Fiend Race cultivators rejoice, but the others also beca excited.
“What nonsense!”
The person who spoke was the body temperer that Xiao Chen had paid special attention to earlier, the Iron Hand Sovereign’s descendant, Kui Dou.
Kong Yuan had reached such heights, and yet soone looked down on him. He could not help demanding angrily, “Kui Dou, stop boasting and running your mouth off. If you have the guts, go and surpass now.”
Kui Dou showed off the bulging muscles on his bare arms, revealing perfect curves. As he looked at the nas on the Sage Mark Monunt, he said, “Now is the age of geniuses. If one used the old standards to evaluate themselves, one would just be underestimating one’s self.”
Kong Yuan smiled and retorted, “What is the point of saying so much? Like I said, if you have the guts, then go and surpass now.”
The Iron Hand Sovereign and the Peacock King were both famous Sovereign Martial Emperors of the present age. They were very strong, and they dominated wherever they went. Hence, the clash between their descendants imdiately attracted the attention of many people.
Kui Dou said calmly, “There is no need for you to ntion it. I am about to go and give it a try myself.”
He leaped forward and arrived before the Sage Mark Monunt. Then, he stomped on the ground and shot up into the air.
Kui Dou shot up like an arrow. By relying on the explosive power of his strong physical body, he instantly passed the height of one kiloter. He kept flying until the two-kiloter height, where he slowed down.
A cold smile flashed on Kong Yuan’s face. The true test began now. A body temperer’s explosive strength might be strong, but in the end, this was a battle of attrition.
Once Kui Dou’s explosive force ran out, the formless pressure coming from the Sage Mark Monunt might press him down instantly.
However, before the smile on Kong Yuan’s face could set, Kui Dou pushed off the air and soared up once again, rising another five hundred and fifty ters in one go.
Kui Dou surpassed Kong Yuan by fifty ters. He used his hand as a blade to inscribe his hand quickly. When he finished carving the last stroke, his body trembled, and then he landed firmly on the ground.
Seeing the na fifty ters above his on the Sage Mark Monunt, Kong Yuan paled in disbelief.
The many older-generation Martial Sages on the surrounding mountain peaks, who had co to watch the excitent, all beca excited. The phrase “the younger generation will surpass us in ti” occurred to all of them.
After this, the various geniuses of the younger generation started breaking various records of the older generation. People continuously carved their nas between the height of two thousand five hundred ters to two thousand nine hundred ters.
In the previous activations of the Sage Mark Monunt, those who could carve their nas above two kiloters were highly regarded and called absolute geniuses.
However, the current scene was an eye-opener. Several people maintained a low profile. Nevertheless, when it was ti to leave their nas, they shocked everyone.
Xiao Chen’s eyes did not remain idle under the hood. Taking advantage of this chance, he paid attention to the hidden experts of the various races.
Leaving one’s na behind was not the purpose. The real purpose was obtaining all sorts of treasures and Spirit Veins after entering the Sage Mark Monunt.
After observing for a while, Xiao Chen discovered so secrets. He noticed a man with a mark on his forehead near the four people from the Corpse Race.
This person remained silent, but Wang Can seed strangely polite and modest with him. Occasionally, Wang Can would lower his head and say sothing to him.
The mark on this person’s forehead looked like a flower—a very strange flower. Xiao Chen thought that it resembled the legendary Departed Spirit Flower. However, he did not rember it that well and could not be sure.
There was the girl called Qing Cheng from the Ghost Race. Xiao Chen had long since been paying attention to her. After he advanced to Martial Sage, he found her even more unfathomable.
The Fiend Race’s Kong Yuan might have had his na surpassed in height repeatedly. However, Xiao Chen, who had seen him make a move before, did not feel that Kong Yuan was any weaker than the others.
That day, Kong Yuan’s casual palm strike had blocked a combination Martial Technique of thirteen Deity Race experts. It had made a deep impression on Xiao Chen.
However, the person who drew more attention from Xiao Chen was that handso yet pretty man beside Kong Yuan, the descendant of the Spirit Fox King, Yuan Xu.
“The Deity Race cultivators are going to make their move!”
Just at this mont, a cry interrupted Xiao Chen’s thoughts. He turned his head and saw that the thirteen white-haired Deity Race cultivators had all arrived below the Sage Mark Monunt.
“Whoosh!”
Light burst out, and the thirteen people charged up together. As everyone watched, they quickly surpassed two and a half kiloters.
Cries of surprise resounded. This feat stunned the people present. Half of the people who could leave their nas above two and a half kiloters beca Sovereign Martial Emperors.
Did this an that the Deity Race would have at least six Sovereign Martial Emperors in the future?
Stone fragnts flew out. These thirteen people had flown to a height of two thousand and nine hundred ters before they stopped. Then, they released golden light from their fingers and started to carve their nas.
“Two thousand and nine hundred ters. Since the Thunder Emperor, no one has managed to carve their nas there for several thousand years already.”
“I heard that these thirteen people advanced to Martial Sage together. The Supre Deity Sovereign conferred the title ‘Keepers of Light’ on them. In the Thousand Deity Church, the title Keepers is second only to that of the Protector Elders. This shows that these thirteen people are definitely not ordinary.”
“Given that just these thirteen are so powerful already, how strong exactly are the Divine Son, Di Wuque, and the Divine Daughter, Tian Youxi?”
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