Martial World's
1990 - The Wrathful Emperor of the Saint
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As Lin Ming was cultivating bitterly at the seventh level of the final trial, a huge storm stirred up in the Asura Road!
This storm will involve a lot of great influence. Let alone Empyrean influence, only True Divinity influence, there are four.
They were two True Divinity influences from the Asura Road – Divine Void Divine Kingdom and Heaven Union Divine Kingdom, respectively, as well as the two influences from the 33 Heavens saint race – Good Fortune Saint Palace and Soaring Feather God Mountain.
At this moment, the Son of Fortune Saint was kneeling on the ground deep within the Saint Fortune Palace, so low that his head was buried in his hands. He did not even dare to take a deep breath.
Prior to this, he had widely boasted that the 'Legion of Famine' he trained would actually complete the mission perfectly and return safely, otherwise he would be willing to bear whatever punishment was inflicted on him. But in turn, the Famine Legion had been annihilated and the Good Fortune Saint Son had returned in a devastating failure.
The Good Fortune Saint Son brought back the captives with him. He shivered as he remembered saying, 'the demon relics are gone, and since the disciples of the Saint Fortune Palace are approved by the Asura Road Law, they will not return'. Even just the thought of saying these words made him feel lethargic and sick.
The once arrogant and arrogant Good Fortune Saint Son was now lying low on the ground, no different from a dog.
"This ... this person .. is someone who was brought back by this child ... from the Asura Road. He ... he was a wandering martial artist who entered the final trial and watched the battle … "
The captive brought by the Good Fortune Saint Son was the young trial challenger of the Asura Road. The movements and cultivation of the captive had been sealed and all he could do was blink his eyes; he could not even speak. But at this moment, the captive was glaring at the Good Fortune Saint Son with fury and looking towards that Good Fortune Saint Son was humbling himself with fear. He knew that in the deep darkness there was a demon who would determine life or death.
This prisoner had no family or sect, and relied solely on himself and his destiny to obtain the lucky chances he had to obtain where he was. When he accidentally obtained the qualification mark to enter the final trial, he thought that this was the opportunity he needed to soar into the sky. However, he never thought that he would be captured by the Good Fortune Saint Son once he left the final trial. How laugh. He once thought that he was a genius with a great destiny in his body, but now in the grasp of this super influence, he was as weak and useless as an ant.
Without a sect or family, without any influence to support him, he would die here without anyone knowing about it. As he thought about this, his heart was filled with despair.
"Your Highness, if you have something you want to confirm, you can question it …"
The Good Fortune Saint Son pushed this pesky wandering martial artist to the ground. He felt panic in his heart. However, the only response was a deep and profound silence. In the pitch-black darkness, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign did not speak a word. This caused the Good Fortune Saint Son to feel even weaker. His body began to shiver.
Woosh!
Without warning, a terrible eruption occurred.
Dozens of blood-red tentacles shot out like pointed cones, piercing through the wandering martial artists as well as through the Good Fortune Saint Son!
"Gee!"
The Good Fortune Saint Son cried out in pain. More than a dozen bloody holes had been left in his body. As for that wandering martial artist, he vomited blood as he inched on the cliff of death!
At this moment, a blood red hand came out from the darkness and instantly grasped the wandering head of the martial artist.
The wandering martial artist wildly struggled, his eyes glaring. He felt thousands of worms digging into his brain, the pain so intense that he wished he could dig it out with his hands.
This kind of pain only lasted for a few breaths of time, but to the wandering martial artists, it was an indescribable painful experience.
Then, the blood-red tentacles slowly retracted and the mighty hand also returned. The wandering martial artists fell to the ground like a pile of rotten meat. Blood flowed from his corpse, there was not the slightest bit of life left.
All the memories in the wandering martial artists minds had been read by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
On the side, the Good Fortune Saint Son was pale white and his forehead was sweating; this was because he was in pain but also because he was afraid.
Although there were many bloody holes pierced into his body, these holes were in a not-so-vital place. For example, the heart, lungs, brain, and spine are not affected.
It was clear that the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign did not want to kill him. This allowed him to relax a little, but also worry more about the punishment he would soon face.
He limped, crawling on his knees while continuing to kneel to the ground. His entire body was covered in viscous blood, making the ground around him drenched.
"The Asura Heavenly Dao Sanction?"
In the darkness, the sound of the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign bass echoed out. With the sound of light clattering, a towering middle-aged man slowly walked forward.
In the memories of wandering martial artists, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was able to search for scenes from what had happened. The mystical change in Laws as well as the vast and boundless aura; he would never have imagined that someone would intentionally forge memories around the Heavenly Dao's punishment.
And in the memories of wandering martial artists, there were no flaws the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign could find.
From start to finish, everything that happened in the last trial seemed realistic.
However, there was one thing that made the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign confused …
Due to the punishment of the Asura Heavenly Dao, the 20 disciples his Saint Fortune Palace had all been killed.
But, why did the flesh and blood of Famine within their bodies not instantly disappear?
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was able to sense the presence of Famine's blood and flesh; it disappeared for a long time and was slow. This feeling was as if one had swallowed the blood and flesh of Famine and corrected it over time …
If the Asura Heavenly Dao Laws did not obey the existence of the abyssal entering the final trial, then by all reason, when the heavenly vengeance descended to earth, shouldn't it immediately burn away all the flesh and blood of Famine?
Why was it slowly removed over a long period of time?
Those memories had no problems of their own and did not seem like memories that people faked. As for the inexplicable point, the truth is that there are explanations found, only that they seem to be slightly forced …
The moment the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign thought of all this, his face darkened.
"It shouldn't .. someone who is quietly moving behind the scenes …"
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign dropped this idea. If there was someone capable of doing all this in secret and at a level where he could not find any flaws, they would have to be someone at least at the level of ordinary True Divinity level characters. For example, someone like Soul Emperor Divine Void.
However, with the skeletal age of the person it was impossible for them to enter the final trial.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign closed his eyes. He sensed that there was not much hungry flesh and blood left. As for where it was located, he had no idea.
For such a situation to arise meant that the flesh and blood of Famine was in a powerful space that surpassed His heavenly intellect.
Without a doubt, this space was the final trial.
In other words, the flesh and blood of Famine was still in the final trial, so it was even more unlikely that someone was acting behind the scenes to do this. Otherwise, with the conclusion of the final trial, it would be impossible for that fellow to remain inside.
Then can this really mean that the Laws of the last trial had extinguished the disciples of the Siant Fortune Palace?
And the demon relic, where did it go? Could it be in the hands of Soul Emperor Divine Void?
Or, could it be that the Laws in the final trial, in order to prevent an existence related to the abyss from obtaining the demonic relic, had sealed the demonic relic instead?
As all these thoughts flashed through the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign's mind, it made him even more frustrated and confused. This demonic relic was too important to him.
However, there was nothing he could do for it. Even going to the Asura Road itself was meaningless.
He looked at the Good Fortune Saint Son and impatiently waved his hand. "ignore! This time, the reason the disciples were destroyed was due to the sanction of the Asura Road, an unstoppable force. Then, I will forgive your sins for now! ”
"I thank your Majesty for such mercy. "Good Fortune Saint Son hurriedly bowed in gratitude and relief. Then he dragged his injured body, leaving behind a trail of bloody traces.
However, when he left the sacred temple he saw someone, a junior whom he did not want to see at all – Imperial Prince Xishen.
In the Good Fortune Saint Palace, the title of Imperial Prince was only inferior to the Good Fortune Saint Son. In the past, Naqi was the Imperial Prince, but after he was killed by Lin Ming the position of the Imperial Prince had been vacant.
Just 1800 years ago another talented character appeared in Good Fortune Saint Palace – Xishen.
He had used less than a thousand years to break through to the World King realm, and in terms of combat power, no martial artist of his rank was able to defeat him. Thus, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign had given him the title of Imperial Prince.
Xishen won victory after victory and basked in the limelight. Moreover with the many influential saint race figures backing him up, this gave him the ambition to replace the Good Fortune Saint Son!
It was because of this that the enmity between the Good Fortune Saint Son and the Imperial Prince Xishen increased with great speed.
Regarding this matter, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign simply watched it all happen from the corner of his eyes, as if he did not care, or perhaps even enjoyed this type of competition.
During these years, Xishen has benefited greatly in the fight against humanity. He had stolen many merits and glory from the Good Fortune Saint Son.
The Good Fortune Saint Son did not care about this. What he feared the most was that there would be a day when the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign lost faith in him and would decide to establish a different Saint Son instead. If so, then all his ambitions would fall!
And Xishen could be the chaos factor that led to this result!
"Oh? Well, isn't His Highness Saint Son? Why so troubled? "
Xishen's eyes locked onto the terrifying bloody hole that adorned the body of the Good Fortune Saint Son. His lips curled with a smile.
As if he knew what had just happened.
The eyes of the Good Fortune Saint Son turned cold. He did not say a word, instead slowly walked away. As Xishen looked at the fading back of the Good Fortune Saint Son, his smile felt somewhat cold …
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Time pass. Unknowingly, three years passed.
Lin Ming sat in the void in the dark starry space. In front of him was a black-haired man who truly resembled him.
This black-haired man was wearing a long black robe and his eyes shone with the purest brightness. The man's body was covered in a blurry mist. This fog condensed from the purest and most dense origin energy.
This black-haired man was the essence avatar of Lin Ming's essence gathering system, as well as the third avatar.
In the past, the Asura Road Master had collected 10,000 heaven and earth origin spiritual treasures and polished them with genesis energy. Then, he took the condensed form of all of these spiritual treasures and sealed them into the core of the grand essence gathering formation, nourishing it with world origin energy, it slowly purified and condensed it through the endless river of time.
This avatar was a pure energy essence body. Whether it was absorbing heaven and earth origin energy or in terms of being able to utilize heaven and earth origin energy, it had reached a limit that ordinary martial artists could never reach.
With Lin Ming having an avatar of the essence gathering system, he now had three avatars required for the Asura Heavenly Dao.
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