The battle had shown the advantage of Beichuang from the Jiaojin Clan from the very beginning. Even at the final moment before the battle ended, Beichuang had still confidently unleashed his ultimate move, using the Crystal Greatsword of the Sword World to perform the ‘Zhenkong Sword Art,’ attempting to swiftly defeat Luo Feng!
But then the situation suddenly turned!
The human prodigy suddenly erupted with overwhelming power and defeated Beichuang decisively.
“How could this happen?”
“How could he lose? Just moments ago, everything seemed—”
The countless Jiaojin Clansmen could not accept this outcome.
Then the grand voice that had been overseeing the battle rang out again: “This battle is won by the human prodigy, Luo Feng!”
…
Upon hearing the final result, Luo Feng paid no heed to Beichuang, who was now rising from severe injuries, and instead quickly flew into the corridor.
“Congratulations, Your Highness,” said Dylan with a smile.
“Prince Luo Feng, your strength is indeed extraordinary. Having reached the ninth stage of Domain Lord for such a short time, you’ve already defeated our clan’s genius, Beichuang,” Elder Chaman of the Sifan Clan congratulated, though his tone clearly lacked genuine joy.
“We should leave quickly.”
Luo Feng’s sharp ears clearly caught the uproar, discussions, and angry shouts from over ten billion Jiaojin Clansmen in the arena. Even various challenge cries echoed out—many young Jiaojin warriors were howling, “Human Luo Feng, I challenge you!” “Human Luo Feng, accept my challenge!” “Accept my challenge, Baswa!”
The voices of challenges and furious curses blended into a deafening roar, as if the sky itself would be torn apart by the sheer volume.
“Yes, we should leave immediately,” Dylan quickly agreed.
“They’re too enthusiastic,” Luo Feng shook his head with a smile.
“The general populace of our clan longs greatly for victory. Beichuang’s defeat has indeed provoked much anger and resentment among many clansmen,” Elder Chaman sighed, shaking his head. “However, they are just commoners, with narrow perspectives. They fail to see the greatest distinction between our Jiaojin Clan and humanity. A single victory in a genius duel actually holds no real significance for the entire clan. Yet, to maintain unity within the clan, even knowing how trivial this matter is, we must still support it.”
Luo Feng nodded.
“Prince Luo Feng, let’s go through the back way,” Elder Chaman suggested.
“Alright.”
…
Luo Feng, Elder Chaman, Kashna, Dylan, and five Domain Lord guards quietly left the arena through a passage. However, just as they stepped outside, they were blocked by a group of young Jiaojin warriors.
“Human Luo Feng, accept my challenge!”
“Human prodigy, I, Chinuo, formally challenge you!”
The group of Jiaojin youths was visibly excited.
“Let’s go,” Luo Feng frowned.
“Right away,” Dylan nodded.
“Don’t worry, everything’s under control,” Elder Chaman, using his Eternal existence power, directly suppressed the group of young clan members who were causing trouble.
Whoosh!
Luo Feng and his group swiftly soared into the sky, flying toward the Holy City.
…
The Holy City was vast beyond measure. Within it stood another city—the Holy Land.
The Holy Land was the most brilliant and sacred place in the entire Rasao World. It housed secluded dwellings specifically prepared for some of the Jiaojin Clan’s strongest warriors. There were also two towers—one called the ‘Tower of Secret Classics,’ and the other the ‘Tower of Holy Steles.’ Of the two, the Tower of Holy Steles was naturally the more important.
“Look!” Elder Chaman pointed toward a white tower in the distance, over a hundred kilometers tall. “That is the Tower of Secret Classics. It contains trial versions of countless secret techniques compiled by generations of our Jiaojin Clan.”
“Trial versions?” Luo Feng was momentarily puzzled.
“Yes,” Elder Chaman nodded. “Our clan possesses countless secret techniques. To help later generations choose more wisely among them, each secret technique has a trial version. These trial versions contain only the very beginning portion of the entire technique, purely to let readers understand what the secret classic is about. Detailed cultivation methods are entirely absent.”
Luo Feng nodded slightly.
“Only after deciding on one and submitting an application will the true secret classic be granted,” Elder Chaman smiled. “After all, the secret techniques accumulated by our Jiaojin Clan over countless years are of immeasurable value. If all the complete versions were placed inside, they would soon be seized by many powerful clans. However, these trial versions contain no actual cultivation methods, so they are safe.”
Luo Feng understood the reasoning.
“As for the other tower, the Tower of Holy Steles, that is where the Holy Steles are stored,” Elder Chaman pointed toward another tall tower, entirely golden. “Prince Luo Feng, you have been granted a month of solitary meditation before a Holy Stele. That will take place inside the Tower of Holy Steles.”
“Look,”
“The entire Holy Land is a city within a city,” Elder Chaman gestured around. The surroundings were filled with quiet, ancient residences, with no ornate decorations. Everything appeared old and simple. At a glance, the numerous residences exuded a unique ancient charm.
On the streets, one could frequently see Jiaojin cultivators with unkempt appearances, deep in thought as they passed by.
There were no facilities for dining or leisure within the Holy Land.
It was an atmosphere purely dedicated to cultivation!
“To own a residence here for peaceful cultivation, one must either be a warrior truly respected by countless clansmen, a peerless genius admired by all, or someone valued by the elders.” Elder Chaman sighed. “Those who cultivate here are the hopes of our Jiaojin Clan’s future.”
“Your Highness, we have also prepared a place for you,” Elder Chaman smiled. “Please, follow me.”
Shortly after,
A quiet, ancient cultivation residence, covering about ten acres, came into view. Luo Feng and his group stood in front of it as Elder Chaman pointed toward the dwelling: “This is one of the larger cultivation residences within the Holy Land. Your Highness, you may arrange for your guards to stay inside. After meditating before the Holy Stele for a month, you can also reside here to deeply absorb the mysteries gained from the Holy Stele.”
“Prince Luo Feng,” a Jiaojin warrior clad in black battle armor respectfully bowed outside the residence. “From today onward, this dwelling is yours. You may reside here for as long as you wish.”
Luo Feng smiled and nodded.
“You five, rest here first,” Luo Feng instructed his five Domain Lord guards.
“Yes, Your Highness,” the five respectfully bowed.
“Come with me to the Tower of Holy Steles, Dylan,” Luo Feng smiled.
Together with Dylan, Elder Chaman, and Kashna, they soon walked several hundred kilometers and arrived at the magnificent and radiant Tower of Holy Steles.
…
Luo Feng looked up at the towering golden tower, over a hundred kilometers high.
“Human Luo Feng,” a deep voice echoed in Luo Feng’s consciousness. “I am the guardian of the Tower of Holy Steles. You have been granted a month of solitary meditation before the Holy Stele. Do you wish to begin now?”
“Now,” Luo Feng nodded.
“Very well.”
The guardian of the Tower of Holy Steles immediately interrupted those Jiaojin warriors currently meditating before the Holy Steles, expelling them from the tower. Perhaps their meditation time had not yet concluded, but due to the presence of a human, they would have to wait until a month later to resume their meditation.
“Human prodigy?”
“Look, that’s him.”
“I was meditating just fine when I was interrupted. I still had three days left. Now I have to wait a month before I can come back for those three days.”
“Indeed.”
“Who could blame them? He is a human after all.”
Dozens of Jiaojin warriors exited the Tower of Holy Steles, glancing at Luo Feng and his companions before exchanging resentful telepathic whispers. However, they dared not provoke any trouble and soon departed.
“Go back first, Dylan. I will meditate in the Tower of Holy Steles and emerge a month later,” Luo Feng said before directly walking toward the entrance of the Tower of Holy Steles.
…
As soon as Luo Feng entered the Tower of Holy Steles, a bone-chilling coldness enveloped him. Even his breath felt the piercing chill seeping into his body.
“Human Luo Feng, I am the guardian of the Tower of Holy Steles. You may call me the Guardian,” a figure clad entirely in magnificent black battle armor spoke. Only a pair of purple eyes were visible, and through the helmet, one could faintly see the guardian’s dark red skin. The entire figure exuded an incomparably sharp and terrifying aura.
Beside him, a massive three-meter-tall blade was embedded in the ground.
The invisible pressure from this guardian…
was not the slightest bit inferior to Zhenyan.
“Guardian,” Luo Feng slightly bowed.
“Enter,” the guardian of the Tower of Holy Steles said in a low tone.
Luo Feng nodded.
He directly walked deeper into the pitch-black passage. Soon, he entered a vast hall. Looking upward, he could even see the ceiling of the hundred-kilometer-tall tower. Clearly, the entire Tower of Holy Steles consisted of only one floor. Within this expansive hall stood a towering crystal monument!
The Crystal Holy Stele!
The entire stele was approximately 300 meters tall, 100 meters wide, and about 50 meters thick. It was composed entirely of a pale green crystal, exuding a breath-stopping aura. Moreover, right in the center of the entire crystal stele was a hole.
The hole was about thirty centimeters in diameter, one meter deep, and cone-shaped.
“Unlike the 52 Chaos Steles of humanity, the material is different, and the feeling is different too,” Luo Feng stood directly in front of the stele. He saw a very strange demonic image on the 300-meter-tall pale green crystal stele—an image of a humanoid demon roaring.
“A Demon Roar Image?”
“The entire crystal stele is just this one image, and right in the center of the stele is a cone-shaped hole?” Luo Feng muttered to himself, then stopped pondering further and began to carefully observe the stele.
As soon as he focused his attention,
His consciousness was involuntarily drawn into the Demon Roar Image.
“Boom~~~” His consciousness was sucked into one of the feathers on the wing of the humanoid demon depicted in the image. It was as if he were seeing an infinite starry sky, with cosmic stars evolving.
“Hmm?”
Just as Luo Feng began to gain some understanding, his Inner World, which had been stuck at the peak of Domain Lord for some time, seemed to be affected by this opportunity and suddenly began to tremble.
“Ahh!” Luo Feng was startled and immediately withdrew from his meditative state. At once, he realized what was happening: “My Inner World is about to evolve. I am about to step into the Emperor Lord realm.”
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