“The throne of eternity shall be mine, the throne of the Eternal shall be mine!”
A towering naked giant stood tall, his body reaching dozens of zhang in height, his bronze-colored skin exuding an awe-inspiring aura. This was a mighty warrior of the Giant Clan, his cultivation already reaching the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, the realm of the Nine Heavens Converging as One.
His aura was thick and overwhelming, surpassing that of other experts at the same level. Especially noticeable was the iron hammer on his back, wreathed in thunder, engraved with mysterious runes, and radiating a world-shattering, heaven-destroying pressure.
“When did the Giant Clan produce such a formidable expert?” Lin Fan thought with confusion. Yet, recalling the Giant Clan’s king, Kuafu, he quickly had a rough idea.
It seemed that whenever a race’s ultimate expert returned, the overall strength of that race would greatly improve.
Looking at this giant before him, if he had appeared five years ago, he would have been among the top experts, impossible to remain unknown.
“Huang Shen Tianwang, this time the throne of eternity may not necessarily be yours,” another voice called out beside the Giant Clan’s leader.
Around the Huang Shen Tianwang were many other experts, all at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, their auras thick and extraordinary, vastly different from the experts of the Great Thousand Races Lin Fan had seen five years ago.
It was a change in fortune and momentum.
And all of this was clearly the result of the return of those ultimate experts.
“Bald monk, do you know who they are?” Lin Fan asked.
“The Eternal Throne, I, the Desolate God King, am determined to claim it.”
A towering, bare-chested giant, standing over a hundred feet tall, with bronze skin exuding an intimidating aura, was a powerful member of the Giant Clan. His cultivation had reached the pinnacle of the Divine Heaven Realm, the Nine Heavens and Eight Desolates Unity Stage.
His aura was profound, surpassing that of his peers, especially the massive hammer on his back, entwined with thunder and engraved with mysterious runes, radiating a world-destroying energy.
“Since when did the Giant Clan have such a powerhouse?” Lin Fan wondered, though thoughts of Kuafu, the King of the Giants, gave him some insight.
It seemed that with the return of the strongest from each race, the overall strength of their respective clans had significantly improved.
This Giant Clan member before him, if placed five years ago, would have been a top-tier powerhouse, not someone who could remain unknown.
“Desolate God King, this time, the Eternal Throne may not necessarily be yours.”
Beside the Desolate God King stood numerous other powerhouses, all at the Divine Heaven Realm’s ninth level, their auras profound and extraordinary, vastly different from the myriad races Lin Fan had seen five years ago.
This was a change in fortune, a shift in momentum.
And all of this was evidently brought about by the return of the strongest among them.
“Bald monk, do you know their origins?” Lin Fan asked.
“God King? On my escape, I did hear of a ranking list among the myriad races. The top hundred prodigies of the myriad races can be listed, and this Giant Clan’s Desolate God King is clearly one of the God Kings on that list,” the Venerable Sakyamuni replied.
Lin Fan nodded, surprised by the existence of such a ranking, then chuckled, “You, bald monk, why aren’t you on the list?”
“I could have been, but being hunted by the Buddha Clan, the opportunity naturally vanished,” the Venerable Sakyamuni lamented.
…
The appearance of Lin Fan and the Venerable Sakyamuni also drew some attention, though these onlookers did not take them seriously.
They were all waiting for the moment the mountain peak would open, to enter and seize the sole Eternal Throne.
Once, the Eternal Throne was restricted by an unseen force, but with the return of the strongest from the myriad races, these thrones had scattered across the world.
For those stuck at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, obtaining the Eternal Throne would allow them to soar into the tenth level, the Eternal Divine Realm.
“Are we going in later?” the Venerable Sakyamuni asked.
“Of course, why wouldn’t we? Your current cultivation is too low. Being friends with me must be quite the pressure, so you need to improve,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Ugh!” The Venerable Sakyamuni felt like dying. What kind of talk was that? What pressure? He felt none at all.
Boom!
At that moment, the earth shook, and the towering mountain peak suddenly trembled as if split in two by a giant hand, a massive fissure like a line in the sky, spanning heaven and earth.
“The Divine Mountain has opened.”
In an instant, the waiting powerhouses of various races transformed into streaks of light, darting into the Divine Mountain.
For these powerhouses, every second counted. The Eternal Throne was singular, and a moment’s delay could mean losing it to another.
“Bald monk, let’s go in too,” Lin Fan said leisurely after everyone had entered.
He was in no hurry.
Upon entering the Divine Mountain, Lin Fan looked around in surprise.
This was not like a secret realm but more like a dimensional world.
Endless mountain ranges stretched before them, with no ancient beasts in sight, resembling a paradise. Yet, Lin Fan sensed that this place was far from simple.
Flying through the void, Lin Fan saw the earlier arrivals standing still, seemingly discussing something.
“What are they doing?” the Venerable Sakyamuni wondered. Were they just chatting?
When Lin Fan landed among them, he realized they were blocked.
In the distance, amidst the mountain ranges, an Eternal Throne radiated divine light, with an expressionless man seated upon it.
His aura was calm, like a corpse, unmoving.
But for the powerhouses of the myriad races, this was not the case. They all wore grave expressions.
“Desolate God King, the Eternal Throne is right there. Why aren’t you going?” a Dragon Clan man, also on the God King ranking, taunted.
“Haha, no rush,” the Desolate God King laughed.
But inwardly, he was puzzled. Who was the man seated on the Eternal Throne? Without knowing, he would not act.
“Hmph, the Eternal Throne is right there. If you won’t go, I will,” a Horned Clan man roared, activating his martial arts, transforming into a unicorn beast, diving into the void, charging towards the Eternal Throne.
At that moment, other powerhouses could no longer hold back. The Eternal Throne was right there; how could they not fight for it?
Whoosh!
Several more figures shot into the sky, turning into thunderbolts, charging towards the Eternal Throne.
“These people are doomed,” Lin Fan said.
“What do you mean?” the Venerable Sakyamuni asked.
“Haha, it’s indeed strange. The being that treats the Eternal Throne as a treasure wouldn’t just scatter it so easily. It’s waiting for people to take the bait.”
“That being was once the owner of the Eternal Throne. Though now fallen, its divine sense remains, immensely powerful. These powerhouses of the myriad races, though at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, are still far from the true tenth level,” Lin Fan explained.
“Oh! I see,” the Venerable Sakyamuni nodded, though he did not warn the myriad races.
But times had changed. Once suppressed by the ancient races, the myriad races could not unite. Now that they had grown strong, selfishness had taken hold.
Let them die; it was none of their concern.
“The Eternal Throne is mine!” a ninth-level God King roared, clenching his fist, causing the void to explode, trying to seize the Eternal Throne.
The other powerhouses, of course, would not let him succeed, exerting their full strength.
But at that moment, the figure seated on the Eternal Throne suddenly stood up. In an instant, the winds and clouds surged, and heaven and earth trembled.
A sharp edge shot into the sky.
Splat!
Before anyone could react, the powerhouses floating in the void suddenly stopped, then remained motionless.
“What’s going on?”
The onlookers were puzzled, unsure of what had happened.
But suddenly… Crack!
A God King’s head separated from his body, blood raining down, a sharp sword intent piercing through his form.
Boom!
A God King had fallen.
Following that, the other powerhouses met the same fate, their bodies exploding, blood drenching countless mountain peaks, not even a chance for rebirth.
Lin Fan nodded thoughtfully, not expecting such a ranking to exist, and then smiled, “You bald monk, why didn’t you make the list?”
“I could have made it, but I was hunted by the Buddhists, so naturally, I lost the opportunity,” Sakyamuni said regretfully.
…
Lin Fan and Sakyamuni’s appearance had also drawn some attention, but to these people, they were not worth taking seriously.
Right now, they were all waiting for the moment the mountain would open, after which they would rush in and seize the sole Eternal Throne.
Once, the Eternal Throne was restricted by mysterious forces, but after the return of the ultimate experts among the Great Thousand Races, these Eternal Thrones had scattered across the world.
For those experts stuck at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, obtaining the Eternal Throne would allow them to soar into the mysterious tenth level—the Eternal Divine Realm.
“Are we going in later?” Sakyamuni asked.
“Of course we are going in. Your current cultivation is far too low. Being friends with me must be quite stressful for you, so you really need to improve your strength,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Eh!” Upon hearing this, Sakyamuni almost wanted to die. Could this guy not speak more politely? What pressure? He felt absolutely no pressure at all!
Boom!
Just at that moment, the earth shook and the mountain, towering into the clouds, suddenly trembled, as if being pulled apart by an invisible force. A massive fissure, like a heavenly rift, tore through the sky and earth.
“The Divine Mountain has opened!”
In an instant, the waiting experts from various races transformed into streaks of rainbow light, rushing into the mountain.
For these experts, every second counted. There was only one Eternal Throne, and a moment’s delay could mean losing it to someone else.
“Bald monk, let’s go in too,” Lin Fan said lazily after everyone else had entered.
Lin Fan wasn’t in the least bit rushed by this situation.
After entering the Divine Mountain, Lin Fan looked around at the surroundings and revealed a look of surprise.
This didn’t seem like a hidden realm at all; it was more like a dimensional world.
Mountains stretched endlessly, and within, there were no ancient beasts, seemingly a paradise untouched by the world. But in Lin Fan’s eyes, this place was probably not that simple.
Flying through the air, Lin Fan saw the experts who had entered earlier standing there, as if discussing something.
“What are they doing?” Sakyamuni asked in confusion. Was this group just chatting?
After landing among them, Lin Fan learned that they had been blocked from advancing.
Looking far into the mountains, a throne radiated divine light, and seated upon it was a man with a blank expression.
His aura was calm, like a corpse, motionless.
Yet to the experts of the Great Thousand Races, this was not the case. One by one, they showed solemn expressions.
“Huang Shen Tianwang, the Eternal Throne is right there. Why aren’t you advancing?” A dragon-clan man, also a Tianwang on the ranking list, said mockingly, trying to provoke action.
“Hehe, no rush,” Huang Shen Tianwang chuckled.
Yet inwardly, he was puzzled. He didn’t know who the man seated on the Eternal Throne was. Without figuring this out, he would absolutely not act rashly.
“Hmph, the Eternal Throne is right before us. If you won’t go, then I will!” A horned race man roared, unleashing his martial arts techniques. His body transformed into a horned beast, vanishing into the void as he charged toward the Eternal Throne.
At that moment, several surrounding experts could no longer stay still. With the Eternal Throne in sight, how could they not rush forward to seize it?
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Several more figures shot into the air like thunderbolts, charging toward the throne.
“These people are about to meet their doom,” Lin Fan remarked.
“What do you mean?” Sakyamuni asked, puzzled.
“Hehe, it’s indeed suspicious. The one who treats the Eternal Throne as a treasure wouldn’t just casually scatter it around—it must be waiting for someone to take the bait.”
“That being seated on the throne was once its rightful owner. Though now deceased, its divine consciousness remains, incredibly powerful. Although these Great Thousand Race experts are at the ninth level of the Divine Heaven Realm, compared to the true tenth level, they’re still far inferior,” Lin Fan explained.
“Oh, I see,” Sakyamuni nodded understandingly but made no effort to warn the Great Thousand Race experts.
But times had changed. Once oppressed by the ancient races, the Great Thousand Races were unable to unite, but now that they had grown strong, naturally, they had their own self-interests.
Let them die. It wasn’t their problem anyway.
“The Eternal Throne is mine!” A Divine Heaven Realm ninth-level Tianwang roared, clenching his fist. The void exploded as he attempted to seize the throne.
Other experts were naturally unwilling to let him succeed and threw all their strength into the battle.
But just then, the figure seated on the throne suddenly stood up. In an instant, winds howled and the heavens and earth trembled.
A sharp blade of energy pierced the sky.
Puchi!
No one reacted in time. When they did, the experts floating in midair abruptly froze, unmoving.
“What happened?”
The watching experts were puzzled, unable to comprehend what had occurred.
But suddenly… crack!
A Tianwang’s head instantly separated from his body, blood splattering across the sky. A sharp sword intent pierced through him.
Bang!
A Tianwang fell.
Immediately following, the other experts met the same fate—bodies exploding, thick blood staining countless mountains, not even leaving a chance for regeneration from their blood.
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