“The throne of eternity shall be mine, the throne of the Eternal King is destined for me!”
A towering figure stood tall, his bare body reaching dozens of zhang in height, his bronze-like skin exuding an awe-inspiring aura. This was a Giant Clan expert, already at the ninth level of Divine Heaven, having merged the Eight Desolate Realms into one.
His aura was thick and overwhelming, even surpassing others at the same stage. Especially behind him, a massive iron hammer was slung across his back, crackling with lightning and inscribed with mysterious runes, radiating a heaven-shattering and earth-destroying might.
“When did the Giant Clan produce such a powerful expert?” Lin Fan felt puzzled in his heart, but recalling the Giant Clan’s King Kuafu, he quickly had a guess.
It seemed that whenever a race’s ultimate expert returned, the entire race’s strength would rise dramatically.
This Giant expert, if encountered five years ago, would have been among the absolute top experts—surely not someone unknown.
“This throne of the Eternal King won’t necessarily be yours this time,” another voice spoke.
Beside the Eternal King of the Giants, many other experts had gathered. All of them were at the ninth level of Divine Heaven, their auras thick and extraordinary. Compared to the Great Thousand Races Lin Fan had seen five years ago, these experts were vastly different.
It was the change in fortune and momentum.
Clearly, these changes were brought about by the return of those ultimate experts.
“Bald monk, do you know who they are?” Lin Fan asked.
“Your Majesty, while fleeing, I did hear something about the Great Thousand Races establishing a ranking list. Among the Great Thousand Races, the top one hundred geniuses can make the list, and this Giant, the Eternal King Huangshen, is clearly one of the ranking’s Kings,” said the Venerable Sakyamuni.
Lin Fan nodded, not expecting such a ranking list to exist. He chuckled, “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 chance,” the Venerable Sakyamuni replied with regret.
…
Lin Fan and Sakyamuni’s appearance had drawn some attention, but to these people, they were not even worth noticing.
Right now, they were all waiting for the moment the mountain would open, after which they would rush inside and seize the only Eternal Throne.
In the past, the Eternal Throne had been restricted by mysterious forces, but after the return of the ultimate experts among the Great Thousand Races, these thrones had scattered across the world.
For those experts stuck at the ninth level of Divine Heaven, obtaining the Eternal Throne meant a chance to soar into the divine tenth level—the Eternal Divine Realm.
“Are we going in later?” Sakyamuni asked.
“Of course we are, why wouldn’t we? Your current cultivation is far too weak. Being friends with me must be stressful for you, so you really need to improve your strength,” Lin Fan said with a smile.
“Eh!” Sakyamuni nearly wanted to die upon hearing this. Could this guy not speak properly? What pressure? He felt absolutely no pressure at all!
Boom!
At that moment, the ground shook violently. The towering mountain suddenly trembled, as if being torn apart by an invisible force. A massive fissure split the mountain in two, like a narrow line of sky cutting through heaven and earth.
“The divine mountain has opened!”
In an instant, the waiting experts from various races shot forward like rainbows, rushing into the mountain.
For these experts, every second counted. There was only one Eternal Throne, and a single moment’s hesitation could mean being beaten to it.
“Bald monk, let’s go in too,” Lin Fan said slowly after everyone else had entered.
Lin Fan wasn’t in the least bit rushed.
Once inside the mountain, Lin Fan looked around and revealed a look of astonishment.
This didn’t resemble a hidden realm at all—it felt more like a separate dimension.
Mountains stretched endlessly, and there were no ancient beasts within. It seemed like a paradise untouched by the world. However, in Lin Fan’s eyes, this place was likely far from simple.
Flying through the air, Lin Fan noticed the experts who had entered before him standing there, seemingly discussing something.
“What are they doing?” Sakyamuni asked, puzzled. Was this group just chatting?
After landing among them, Lin Fan learned that their path was blocked.
In the distance, between the mountains, the Eternal Throne radiated divine light. A man sat there expressionlessly atop the throne.
His aura was calm, like a lifeless corpse, showing no signs of movement.
Yet to the experts of the Great Thousand Races, he was no ordinary opponent. One by one, they displayed solemn expressions.
“Eternal King Huangshen, the Eternal Throne is right in front of you. Why don’t you move?” A Dragon Clan man, also a figure on the King Ranking, attempted to provoke them.
“Hehe, no rush,” the Eternal King Huangshen replied with a smile.
But inwardly, he was deeply puzzled. He didn’t recognize the man seated on the Eternal Throne. Without understanding the situation, he would never dare to act recklessly.
“Hmph, the Eternal Throne is right here. If you won’t go, then I will!” A horned man from the Horn Clan roared, unleashing his martial arts techniques. His body transformed into a one-horned beast, vanishing into the void as he charged toward the 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 figures shot into the sky like lightning, racing toward the throne.
“These people are going to meet their doom,” Lin Fan said.
“What do you mean?” Sakyamuni asked, puzzled.
“Hehe, it’s indeed suspicious. The one who treats the Eternal Throne as a treasure wouldn’t simply scatter it around like this. It seems they were just waiting for people to take the bait.”
“That being seated on the throne was once its owner. Although now deceased, its divine consciousness remains, incredibly powerful. Although these Great Thousand Race experts are at the ninth Divine Heaven level, compared to a true tenth-level Divine Heaven expert, they’re still far too weak,” Lin Fan explained.
“Oh! So that’s the case,” Sakyamuni nodded, but he didn’t bother warning the Great Thousand Race experts.
But times had changed. Once oppressed by ancient clans, the Great Thousand Races were fragmented and weak. Now, they had grown strong and naturally developed their own selfish motives.
Let them die. It wasn’t their problem anyway.
“The Eternal Throne is mine!” A ninth-level Divine Heaven King roared, clenching his fist. The void exploded as he tried to seize the throne.
The other experts were equally unwilling to let him succeed and poured all their strength into the fight.
But at that moment, the figure seated on the throne suddenly stood up. Instantly, the winds and clouds surged, and the heavens and earth trembled.
A sharp blade of energy pierced the sky.
Puchi!
No one had time to react, but when they did, the experts floating in the void abruptly stopped, frozen in place.
“What’s going on?”
The surrounding experts were puzzled, not knowing what had happened.
But suddenly… crack!
A King’s head was instantly severed from his body. Blood splattered across the sky as a sharp sword intent pierced through him.
Bang!
A King fell.
Immediately after, the other experts met the same fate. Their bodies exploded, spilling thick blood across countless mountains, leaving not even a chance for regeneration from their blood droplets.
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