Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 640 - 419: The Secret Bamboo Slips and the Unbearabl

"Holy Emperor Chongluan truly has great fortune; who would have thought the first inheritance would fall into his hands," a Supre remarked.

Indeed, the light just now was an inheritance.

It belonged to the Pan Ancestor, one of the original seven ancestors.

As for Chongluan, those Saint Emperors had a fairly good understanding of him.

Chongluan’s practice was a Physical Technique, which is quite common among All Heavens.

His strength was extrely formidable, and he could certainly be ranked among the top Saint Emperors.

But pure Physical Techniques were very arduous. To cultivate to Chongluan’s level was just a handful.

Now that the Pan Ancestor’s inheritance had fallen to him, it seed there was nothing particularly startling about it.

"Pan Ancestor took the body as the path and carried countless inheritances of Physical Techniques, among which the most famous were the legendary Nine Extres," the Supre of the Dao Realm said, "If I’m not mistaken, the inheritance that Chongluan received is one of the Nine Extres, the Nine-Yao Fallen Star Fist."

Each of the original seven ancestors excelled in their own areas.

For example, Pan Ancestor was best at various Physical Art Divine Abilities.

The fact that the Nine Extres stood out from countless Physical Techniques of Pan Ancestor showed just how exceptional these nine techniques were.

Each of the Extres could surpass the best Divine Skills of most Epoch Supres.

Now, witnessing soone receiving such a level of inheritance, how could one not be envious?

Even for a Supre facing such an inheritance, the heart would be equally stirred, for who wouldn’t want to have more cards up their sleeve?

"Boom!"

Wrapped in that white light, even a Supre could not clearly see the scene within.

But they could feel Chongluan’s aura constantly rising.

His strength, surely, was becoming ever more mighty!

The next mont, atop the mountain that represented Pan Ancestor, a figure suddenly appeared.

It was a middle-aged man dressed in black, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding a natural aura of awe.

As soon as he manifested, the winds surged, and even the rivers of the Great Path roared and bellowed in response.

"Pan Ancestor!"

Soone had already recognized the origin of this figure.

Pan Ancestor, one of the original seven ancestors, entered the path through his body and dominated chaos with his Physical Techniques!

His prestige and reputation may not be as great as that of the Sky Ancestor, but any of the original seven ancestors of the Epoch was powerful enough to suppress the tis!

"I am Pan Ancestor. Today, I leave behind my inheritance here. Those who are destined may co to seek," the voice of Pan Ancestor resounded, "My inheritance includes Physical Art Divine Abilities and Divine Weapons.

Back in the day, I captured a Twisted Supre with two thousand and seven hundred Divine Patterns, suppressed it here. Over tens of Epochs, this Supre has been thoroughly killed by the will of the Physical Technique and transford into the most refined Primordial Source, with the nourishnt of my consciousness of Physical Technique, cultivating a rare treasure.

Upon obtaining this object, for any Saint Emperor, there’s a chance to ascend to the position of Supre in one step, and for any Supre, gaining this Primordial Source may add new Divine Patterns!"

The voice of Pan Ancestor echoed in everyone’s ears and exploded in all their hearts.

Leaving aside those Physical Art Divine Abilities and treasures, the Twisted Supre’s Primordial Source ford from two thousand seven hundred Divine Patterns was truly beyond everyone’s expectations.

The first to be shocked was the strength of Pan Ancestor himself.

In the current Epoch, Supres with two thousand and seven hundred Divine Patterns were known to include only the Supre of the Dao Realm, the Lord of Silence, and the Master of the Tower of Ti.

A Supre with two thousand and seven hundred Divine Patterns, in so of the weaker Epochs, would already be the strongest Supre.

Most importantly, if a Supre with two thousand and seven hundred Divine Patterns wanted to escape, not just anyone could intercept them.

That Pan Ancestor was able to kill such a being and even turn it into the refined Primordial Source, showed just how formidable his strength was!

Secondly, was the temptation of the Twisted Supre’s Primordial Source.

Even if there was only a certain chance for a Saint Emperor to ascend to a Supre, it would still make nurous Saint Emperors rush like ducks.

And the temptation was just as great for a Supre.

That Primordial Source could increase the Number of Divine Patterns.

The Primordial Source of a Supre with two thousand and seven hundred Divine Patterns would absolutely drive so of the weaker Supres mad.

Especially for the Supre of the Blue Waves, who was at the bottom of the ranking.

"Such a rare treasure, if I consu it, I could at least gain another five hundred Divine Patterns. This opportunity, I, Cang Lan, shall take!" Cang Lan shouted loudly, heading directly for the mountain where Pan Ancestor was.

At the sa ti, other mountains also showed signs of activity.

For example, on the mountain adjacent to Pan Ancestor, the Desolate Ancestor’s peak, a figure in black armor appeared.

When he appeared, the whole sky filled with an aura of slaughter.

Qu Chen, the Supre from the Blood Fiend Epoch, known for its murderous intent and Evil Qi, had previously obtained the core of the ruins of the Blood Fiend Epoch, and his strength had greatly increased.

But in the presence of the figure of Desolate Ancestor, he could only bow his head.

The Desolate Ancestor said gravely, "In my life, I fought ceaselessly. I fought against heaven, earth, people, and the Great Calamities.

Though I have fallen, my battle spirit remains undiminished.

Within this mountain, there is my inheritance.

In it, there is a certain object, it is an Ink Blade. This blade once floated in the Dark Distortion. By a twist of fate, it ca into my possession, the murderous intent it harbors is the most intense I have witnessed in my life, I cannot imagine how much blood of living beings this blade has tainted, nor can I even speculate.

This blade was once wielded by soone; despite my attempts throughout my life, I could never make it recognize a master.

I can assert that whoever can subdue this blade, might even carve their way into the Dao, and pry open that door."

The voice of the Desolate Ancestor, rough yet calm, seed to possess a peculiar power that caused the hearts of the listeners to surge, their emotions riding high waves.

Most importantly, the mysterious Ink Blade ntioned in his speech tugged at the hearts of all the mighty ones.

From this phantom image alone, they could get a glimpse of the might of the Desolate Ancestor.

That even he had not been able to subdue the Ink Blade only added to its allure, making the hearts of all onlookers thrill with excitent.