At the peak, Qian Ye knelt on one knee, his body trembling as each joint emitted a series of cracking sounds. Finally, he managed to straighten himself slightly, but this small movement caused a series of internal fractures.
Drenched in ash rain, every drop felt like a mountain pressing down on him, making it impossible for him to stand upright. The ash rain’s ability to suppress vitality still affected him, causing large portions of his muscles and flesh to die off, only to be reignited by the golden blood, repeating the cycle. Fortunately, the sky at the peak was clear, and the gray rain had ceased. Intense sunlight evaporated the remaining rain, rapidly reducing the pressure on Qian Ye.
Finally, Qian Ye rose to his full height, exhaling a long breath of deathly energy. The grayish energy fell to the ground, instantly turning it into a dark, rocky terrain.
After expelling the deathly energy, Qian Ye regained his mobility, and he couldn’t help but feel a sense of relief. In the end, knowing that he could not reach the peak through conventional means, he made a desperate move, using the Void Flash and the Primordial Wings to force his way up.
With the aid of the Primordial Wings, Qian Ye’s body became like a spear, with all his attributes enhanced, allowing him to withstand the assault of the ash rain. The Void Flash, with its ability to traverse space, proved perfectly suited for this, allowing him to pass through the spatial barriers and successfully reach the peak.
The two legacies left by the Blackwing Monarch, once again displayed their supreme power. Without them, Qian Ye would have become a pile of bones. The Path of Heart, left by Emperor Polaris, was not a test but a trap, both simple and deadly. For those below the rank of divine general, it was a path of certain death. Even those who achieved the rank of divine general, such as Carol, only had a fifty-fifty chance of success. Those weaker than Carol, like the former marshal of the military, faced certain doom on this path.
Experiencing Emperor Polaris’s mindset, Qian Ye finally understood that the emperor, filled with sorrow, had no intention of nurturing the next generation. He set up these traps to eliminate all greedy individuals, using them as sacrificial offerings for what was buried at the peak!
Only the core legacy of the Blackwing Monarch, Andrua, could break this deadlock. Reflecting now, the ancient scroll and the chapter of the saint in Elder Wei’s possession were clearly not the work of a divine general but must have come from a celestial king-level figure.
Only a great monarch or a celestial king could counter another celestial king.
However, the Blackwing Monarch’s legacy allowed Qian Ye to reach the peak with his meager strength, suggesting its power far exceeded that of the great figure behind Elder Wei.
Qian Ye had seized the initiative, but he knew that Elder Wei would accelerate to stop him. Though he didn’t know when they would arrive, time was running out. The peak was clear and free of the ash rain and other traps. Perhaps Emperor Polaris believed the Path of Heart was sufficient, or he had no more resources to set additional traps. Regardless, when Carol and Elder Wei arrived, there would be no restrictions, and Qian Ye would have to face two divine generals. Even if they were severely injured, they were still divine generals, and even one was beyond Qian Ye’s capacity to handle.
Time was precious, and Qian Ye knew his only hope for survival lay in what Emperor Polaris had left at the peak.
The peak was a lush, green landscape bathed in intense, bright sunlight, with a gentle, fresh breeze carrying the essence of primordial energy. Taking a deep breath, one felt immense comfort. If one lived here long enough, their strength would steadily increase, even without training, eventually reaching the level of a warlord.
In the center of the peak stood a small hill, undulating like a sleeping coiled serpent. On top of the hill, over a dozen giant bone spines stood, the longest stretching to a hundred meters, resembling a row of tall masts. Midway up the hill, a stone hall had been built, simple in design but very noticeable as the only structure on the peak.
As soon as his body recovered, Qian Ye rushed towards the stone hall. If Emperor Polaris had left anything, it would be inside.
Qian Ye ran at full speed, covering several kilometers in an instant. Soon, he stood before the stone hall.
From close, the stone hall was about ten meters high, with its entrance wide open. Inside, a dimly lit passage stretched out, with faint flickers of fire. After experiencing the Great Gate and the Path of Heart, Qian Ye knew Emperor Polaris excelled in spatial arrangements. The stone hall, though small, might contain vast inner spaces.
Qian Ye did not rush in but stood at the entrance, observing carefully.
The stone hall was not well-constructed, with many stones appearing natural and uncut. Yet, the longer he looked, the more he felt a natural harmony, as if each stone belonged exactly where it was, and any alteration would disrupt the natural balance.
Looking at the stone hall, Qian Ye felt a sense of despair. All hope and expectation had vanished, never to return.
When Nighteye left, Qian Ye felt the same despair. The Holy Mountain was not a place for humans, and no matter how confident Qian Ye was, he knew he could not be the first in a thousand years to step onto the Eternal Night Council’s Holy Mountain. Even mighty figures like the Ancestor and the Great Ancestor, unparalleled in their time, could not achieve such a feat.
Such hope was better left unborne.
Sighing, Qian Ye stepped into the stone hall.
The passage inside was short, and soon Qian Ye entered a main hall. The furnishings were simple, with four stone fire basins placed at each corner, flames dancing within, casting a faint light. These basins, burning for nearly a century, showed no signs of extinguishing.
At the end of the hall, a stone table sat, with marks of chisels and axes still visible. To Qian Ye, each mark was like a lightning bolt, striking deep into his consciousness, leaving him breathless.
Finally, he tore his gaze away from the table and saw eight large characters carved on the wall: “Bury the Heart Here” on the right and “Point to the Heavens and Ask the Way” on the left. Seeing these, Qian Ye felt a sense of disorientation, and the scenery changed, revealing the green-robed man again, standing in the center of the hall, writing in the air with his finger. Each stroke appeared as a mark on the wall, quickly forming the eight characters.
The man’s mood had shifted, filled with fatigue and emptiness, seemingly losing interest in everything, except for a glimmer of anger when he wrote “Point to the Heavens and Ask the Way.”
After completing the eight characters, he seemed drained, his spirit empty, and his body like a hollow shell. The man placed something on the stone table, stood silently for a while, then turned and walked out of the hall.
As the man approached Qian Ye, he paused, glanced at him, and said, “You are here. It seems she did not wish to be forgotten. Very well, let her go with you. If you can one day restore and perfect her, it will be your repayment to me.”
With that, the green-robed man passed through Qian Ye and disappeared.
Qian Ye stood there, staring at the door, unsure if it was real or an illusion. This scene should have happened decades ago, with the young Emperor Polaris. But what did his words mean? Did he see Qian Ye, or was the space and time within the hall intertwined, allowing the Emperor Polaris from seventy years ago to see the present Qian Ye?
Confused by these thoughts, Qian Ye’s mind was in turmoil.
Through the hall’s entrance, Qian Ye suddenly saw two figures at the edge of the peak: Carol and Elder Wei. They had finally broken through the ash rain and reached the peak. Both were drenched and disheveled, water dripping from Elder Wei’s beard and hair, and Carol’s electric fire gone, her wet hair clinging to her forehead.
Upon reaching the peak, Carol dropped the heavy box and fell to one knee, panting heavily. Elder Wei swayed, nearly falling, but managed to steady himself.
But as divine generals, they recovered quickly, and within moments, they stabilized their breath, shook off the water, and headed straight for the stone hall.
The hall was too conspicuous, and the two noticed it immediately, rushing over.
Seeing Carol and Elder Wei, Qian Ye snapped out of his reverie. Time was short, and he rushed to the stone table. On it lay a dark silver metal tube, indistinguishable in material. As he saw it, Qian Ye felt it nod at him.
Indeed, the metal tube felt alive, with its own life and soul.
It emitted a faint glow, enveloping the entire table. In this critical moment, regardless of its purpose, it was Qian Ye’s only hope. He hoped it was as powerful as the Great Gate and the Path of Heart, able to save him.
Qian Ye reached for the metal tube, and as his fingers touched the glow, it rippled like water, dissipating. The light waves entered his body, and the process felt natural, leaving Qian Ye unable to resist, even with his dark gold blood and dawn energy.
As the light waves entered, Qian Ye felt like he was immersed in warm water, incredibly comfortable, with his blood and dawn energy rapidly replenishing, returning him to peak condition. Stunned, he realized the light waves contained an immense and terrifying power, unlike their gentle appearance. Qian Ye, with Emperor Polaris’s permission, received the benefits safely, but anyone else who dared touch it would be destroyed.
Once he grasped the metal tube, a stream of consciousness flowed into Qian Ye, instantly revealing its origin and purpose.
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