Journey to the West: Sun Wukong's Advice System Chapter 641 - 419: The Secret Bamboo Slips and the Unbearabl

Moreover, there was that sentence behind, "If one could enter the path through killing, if one could ta that Ink Blade, then one could push open that door."

As for which door, everyone was clear in their hearts.

Behind the door was the path to supremacy.

"That blade, I, Qu Chen, will take it!" As the last Supre of the Blood Fiend Epoch, Qu Chen’s path was that of Evil Qi and murderous intent.

His path was the closest to that of the Desolate Ancestor, and he had the most confidence in obtaining that blade.

However, other Supres and even the Saint Emperors had not given up.

After all, who knew what the conditions were for the Desolate Ancestor to choose an heir?

Hadn’t they seen many Saint Emperor Level inheritors in the previous epochs?

There was no harm in trying one’s luck.

Yet, what no one noticed was that when the Desolate Ancestor ntioned that blade, a flicker of panic crossed the eyes of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning...

How powerful the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was, and what background he had, no one could say with certainty.

But his existence was like a mountain weighing on the hearts of the many Supres.

Even earlier, when the Sky Ancestor secretly acted and suppressed his incarnation, the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning showed no panic,

but now, just hearing about the existence of the Ink Blade, he beca agitated, which was indeed rare.

His agitation, however, went unnoticed by the others; otherwise, it would have caused another stir.

"If I’m not mistaken, these six manifest mountains each hold a legacy from an Origin Supre, and within their legacies, there must be a treasured item," said the Supre of the Dao Realm.

The matter was already quite evident.

The rare treasure of the Pan Ancestor, the Ink Blade ntioned by the Desolate Ancestor—weren’t these all epochal treasures of their respective realms?

These two items were certainly no weaker than the previously revealed Ark of Salvation or the treasured item from Hidden Jade Island.

Even from certain perspectives, the treasures controlled by the Origin Supres could be considered even more valuable than those of the Ark of Salvation.

And there lay the legacies of the six Origin Supres.

Each Origin Supre’s legacy could compare favorably to the entire value of other epochal ruins.

So when the Desolate Ancestor revealed the existence of the Ink Blade, a group of mighty beings sward over.

"Bring that blade back to !" the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning ordered the Lord of Silence.

The thoughts of the other Supres stirred slightly.

Previously, the goal of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was clear—it was for that Origin Pearl.

But what kind of magic power did the Ink Blade possess to incite such a strong desire for capture within the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning?

"That blade has an extraordinary origin; it exists beyond Chaos treasures..." murmured the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning softly.

This baffled many Supres.

What was the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning trying to do?

Why disclose such information?

Or could it be that what he said was false?

But based on the Desolate Ancestor’s description, it was very possible that the blade transcended Chaos treasures.

Of course, what they couldn’t imagine was that the heart of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning was not as calm as it seed.

"That blade, it actually hadn’t perished in the Dark Distortion, and was actually collected by the Desolate Ancestor?" the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning pondered silently.

Yet previously, he had not heard of the Desolate Ancestor acquiring that blade!

Regardless of the reason, even if the blade were to be completely buried, it must not fall into the hands of others.

Thinking of this, a trace of resolve flashed in the eyes of the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning.

Simply because that blade had the power to annihilate him completely...

No matter what, even setting aside the Ink Blade, the legacy of the Desolate Ancestor was certainly extrely rich.

After the Desolate Ancestor, other peaks also began to show signs of change.

On the leftmost peak, a figure of a young man in a white robe erged.

He differed from the Pan Ancestor’s ruggedness and from the Evil Qi of the Desolate Ancestor.

He appeared very ordinary.

He had a very approachable presence.

Yet this approachability was like a sea that contains a myriad of streams, an unusual quality of inclusiveness.

The youth in the white robe said, "I am Hong Zu of the Origin Epoch, and my practice is the path of moderation and compliance. But what I comply with is epochs, not that cataclysm.

Though I fell, I have no regrets.

Within this mountain lies my various legacies, among which one item is the secret of the origin I painstakingly gathered. Compiled in a bamboo scroll is the source of the Dark Distortion and other deep secrets."

"In the Origin Epoch, I dared not reveal this scroll, for I feared the Sky Ancestor would overturn this epoch. However, I do not wish for these efforts to vanish utterly; I want future generations to know the truth!"

Hong Zu’s voice echoed throughout the ruins of the Origin Epoch.

At the sa ti, his voice also fell into the hearts of many Supres and Saint Emperors.

It was like a bolt of thunder striking, sending a shock through everyone’s heart and soul.

Previously, the Supre of the Spirit Realm had asked the Sky Ancestor these questions, but even he did not know.

Now within Hong Zu’s legacy, there was actually an answer?

This was probably the core part of Hong Zu’s legacy.

That bamboo scroll could neither enhance strength nor increase Divine Patterns on a Supre.

It wasn’t like the Ink Blade, which could massively boost one’s combat abilities.

But the mont they knew of the existence of this scroll, all the Supres were desperate to have it.

Apart from the unexplored Chaos Martial Ancestor, the highest combat power in this epoch was the Supres.

For countless aeons, they sought the path ahead.

They were exploring their own origins, forever without answers.

But the appearance of this bamboo scroll was like a beam of light before their eyes, igniting hope within them.

"Spirit, make a move. Your path is the most aligned with Hong Zu, make every effort to seize that scroll!" the Supre of the Dao Realm said solemnly.

The Supre of the Spirit Realm nodded and headed straight for the mountain that represented Hong Zu’s legacy.

"Wang Ren, you go!" ordered the Ancestor of the Primordial Beginning, and Wang Ren too rushed towards Hong Zu’s