Martial World's
Ch 615 - Entering the Road of Emperor
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Lin Ming stepped onto the deep red altar. As he sensed the thick bloody hellish energy coming out from the altar, he was secretly shocked.
This altar was carved from a large piece of pure Blood Demon Crystal. Not only that, but it was a high-grade Blood Demon Crystal. In the Blood Demon Crystal mines, they were usually found in small blocks and pieces; it was extremely rare to find a large hunk of Blood Demon Crystal like this.
Lin Ming stood in the middle of the altar and cut his own palm. He believed that the High Lord Bloodfire would not set a trap here for him. After all, the High Lord Bloodfire still believed that he had a slave seal planted within him and was completely subject to the orders of the Tower Master.
Blood flowed into the altar and was instantly absorbed into the deep crimson stone. After a few breaths of time, under Lin Ming's feet, a huge red totem lit up This was also in the twelve-winged Heavenly Demon pattern.
In the next moment, a glowing red light streaked into the sky, instantly swallowing Lin Ming inside.
The internal energy, evil, dangerous, and brutal energy instantly crashed into Lin Ming's spiritual sea, followed by a huge pressure on his soul. If not for the fact that he had passed through the King Cage and had gotten used to the Heavenly Devil force field, then this pressure would have caused him to almost faint. In fact, many – martial artists including Yan Chi and Maha – will soon faint when they first enter the Road of Emperor, only waking up after a long time.
The Heavenly Demon martial intent was released, and Lin Ming used the Asura force field to withstand the pressure of the Road of Emperor. The next second, he arrived at another room.
The place where Lin Ming appeared was still the deep red altar. This altar was exactly the same as the one at the entrance of the Road of Emperor. When he looked down, he saw that below the altar was imposing a dark abyss. Rich hellish energies floated from this abyss. Lin Ming had a deep suspicion that this abyss below the altar was a source of hellish energy. If he were to fall far down, then he would fall into the Eternal Demon Abyss!
Above this ravine was a ten foot wide wooden plank road. This road is not supported by anything. Instead, it was suspended firmly in the air. Along the path of this wooden board, every 100 feet or so, there would be a cluster of lights. Under these lights were statues carved from obsidian. These statues also do not have the support of – they are also lifted and hung in the air through some mystical powers.
As Lin Ming looked at the ghostly blue flames that were secretly burning, he, he could feel an extremely rich soul force coming from them It was like this was not fire but rather fire coming from a burning soul.
What a strange place!
Lin Ming was shocked. He tried to fly, but as he had expected, flying was restricted in this area. But that might be the best. If he really tried to fly and fall into this abyss then he would most likely die.
The Road of the Emperor was the same as the King's Cage: both of them were just practice areas. But since ancient times, for martial artists whose luck was bad, or those who misjudged their own strength, there would always be people who perished here.
Without a doubt, this ten-foot wide plank road was the Road of Emperor. Lin Ming did not hurriedly step onto the Road of Emperor. Instead, he sat in meditation, adjusted his mental and physical condition to their peak state, and then stepped onto the boardwalk.
As soon as he entered the Road of Emperor, Lin Ming immediately felt a pressure covering him. This pressure was completely different from the pressure of the Heavenly Devil force field. This pressure came from soul and will, and Lin Ming was also no stranger to this pressure.
This pressure was Emperor Will.
When Lin Ming fought with Yan Chi and Maha, he had once sensed a part of Emperor Will. When an Emperor level powerhouse died, the will they left behind would not disappear even after thousands of years. This is what is called a battle spirit.
A battle spirit was a condensed will that martial artists could form after they reached a certain limit. It will be able to be attached to any object, and can be used in many ways, such as killing people.
For example, if one were to stick a battle spirit into the air, they could instantly crush a huge stone into powder.
If they attached fighting spirit to a skill or treasure, they could double their attack power, or even increase it by several folds!
"The Emperor's battle spirit .. I wonder when I will be able to comprehend my own battle spirit. '' Lin Ming was filled with hope. When a martial artist reached the Emperor level they would usually have their own war spirit. Of course, there were even some lucky individuals who did not need to be at the Emperor level. If they had a considerable destiny falling onto their bodies, they could often comprehend battle spirits at a higher level of Life Destruction.
This was only the situation in the Sky Spill Continent. If it was the Realm of the Gods, then it might have been even more abnormal. It wouldn't be strange for the people at Revolving Core to be able to comprehend battle spirits.
Thinking of this, Lin Ming asked, "Demonshine, when do the top talents from the Realm of the Gods usually understand their own war spirit?"
Demonshine, who had been living within Lin Ming's spiritual sea the entire time, did not reply. In fact, it seemed like Demonshine had not even heard her question. This caused Lin Ming to be slightly surprised. Once they entered the Road of Emperor, Demonshine became extremely quiet, not even making the smallest sound.
"Demonshine?" Lin Ming asked, worried.
"Lin Ming, this Road of Emperor .. I feel like I've been here before ..." After a long silence, Demonshine quietly spoke with fear.
"mm?" Lin Ming was slightly surprised.
“Yeah, it's more accurate to say that my brother came here. “Demonshine sounds a bit sad. This kind of mood is rare in arrogant, talkative dogs.
"Your brother?"
“My original body is the body of a Three-headed Demon Lord, and my soul is also a trinity of three souls in one. My older brother was born first, and then as his strength grew, my second brother was born, and finally, I. When we besieged the Ancient Feather Holy Land in the Past, Big Brother and Second Brother tried to protect me, and therefore they twisted to nothingness in the soul storm. Inside my body were some soul fragments left over from my older brother and second brother. ”
As Demonshine finished speaking, he let out a long sigh. With just the flicking of a finger, tens of thousands of years had passed. Remembering the past now really makes one feel a painful nostalgia.
As Lin Ming heard Demonshine speak, he suddenly froze, a light that seemed to light up in his mind. Yes! He forgot but there was something!
This included the Netherworld Great Emperor, and even the imposing Demon Emperor was put there.
Lin Ming immediately dug up the thick book and quickly found the page where the Demon Emperor was listed.
Inside that thick book, the Demon Emperor held onto the Great Desolate Blood Halberd, his pitch-black hair flying in the wind. One could even clearly sense the monstrous aura and majesty of the Demon Emperor.
Beside the photo of the Demon Emperor was a note.
"Satan Emperor. His birth was pleasant and his death pleasant. The cause of death is unclear. ”
"This ..." Demonshine was stunned. He exclaimed, “This beheading is exactly the same as the Demon Emperor himself. ”
“Yes, exactly the same. Not only that, but the Demon Emperor died in the Realm of the Gods and he was an existence from tens of thousands of years ago. So, who carved the image of the Demon Emperor and how did they know that he was dead? "
Lin Ming's mind was filled with doubt.
Demonshine said, "Lin Ming, look at the bottom of those lights. ”
As Demonshine spoke, Lin Ming looked up and was suddenly dumbfounded. In front of him, not too far away, there was the relief of a Fey martial artist at the base of the lamp. This Fey martial artist was handsome and held a long sword in his hand. She was a jade-like beauty with a heroic appearance.
Lin Ming suddenly recalled that this Fey martial artist was one of those whose image was rubbed in a thick book!
Lin Ming opened the thick book and discovered that the carved reliefs of these martial artists were exactly the same as rubbing them!
"Lian Ku's. Born in the 26,720 Calendar of Holy Demons, died in the 26,750 Calendar of Holy Demons. This person was a talent of peerless elegance and elegance. He reached the realm of King Fey at the age of 24, and within his realm there were no worthy opponents for him. His path to becoming Emperor Fey was inevitable, but it was a pity, his destiny was lacking. As he searches for his own lucky chance in the danger zone, he perishes there, ending his life at the age of 30. ”
A Fey King was equivalent to a human Revolving Core. For someone to become a Fey King at the age of 24 was akin to reaching Revolving Core at the age of 24. This was a speed that would be about five or six years faster than Mu Qianyu. In fact, it was not even different from Lin Ming!
An unrivalled hero of his generation, his path to becoming an Emperor was a matter of time. However, he perished in the middle of his path.
"Lin Ming, I remember a few things. In the memories of my elder brother and my second brother, these lights that you saw each represented the Emperor powerhouse. Even if they were not Emperor-level powerhouses, they were still unrivalled talents from their generation that should easily be Emperor-level characters. But these people have two things in common. The first was that they were already dead, and the second was .. when they were young, they had once stepped onto the Road of Emperor! "
These lights each represented an Emperor level powerhouse that had entered the Road of Emperor?
Lin Ming's mind was cold. When he saw the ghostly blue flames that were quietly burning, he could not feel the heat from them. Instead, he felt a bone-biting chill, as if this flame was burning a soul.
Of course, it's just a feeling. If they really were souls then they would have been burned a long time ago.
Demonshine said, “The will lights of the Road of Emperor were not made by human hands, but were formed naturally. Otherwise, in the span of tens of thousands of years, no one would have the ability to carve a lively impression of all these unrivalled characters, perfectly preserving their aura and majesty. ”
"If I'm not mistaken, then any peerless genius in their time who has entered the Road of Emperor will be remembered by the Road of Emperor. After they died, lights would form here as a symbol for them.
As Lin Ming heard Demonshine speak, he felt an inexplicable chill fill his heart.
Road Emperor ... just what is it?
The power under the Eternal Demon Abyss that was behind the mystical curse ... what was it as well?
After every martial artist died, the flames would light up as a symbol for them. Then, what was the Road of Emperors used to remember them?
Part of their desire? Spiritual energy? Or maybe a soul sign?
Even peerless existences like the Demon Emperor, great characters even in the Realm of the Gods, still could not escape the memory of the Road of Emperor. After he perished in the Realm of the Gods, the Road of Emperor also formed a cluster of lights that matched him.
Like humans who could not escape the cycle of samsara, the peerless geniuses who stepped onto the Road of Emperor could not escape their fate either. No matter how incomparable they were in their lives, they still returned here, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Lin Ming took a deep breath and clenched his fists. Regardless of what was at the end of the Road of Emperor, regardless of what was in the deepest depths of the Eternal Demon Abyss, he would not hesitate to proceed forward.
The world was vast, far beyond what he could imagine. Even a Demon Emperor, standing in front of the true peak of martial artists, was probably only a small and unworthy person.
In the past, to compete for the Magic Cube, he had died. This Magic Cube that had extinguished the lives of the 10,000 powerhouses of the God Realm, where did it come from as well?
All of these powerful and mysterious existences did not cause Lin Ming to be disappointed or even feel inferior. On the contrary, there was nothing in him other than boundless fighting spirit. He had already set his resolve to step onto the highest peak of martial arts, and had a good look at what the scenery from the peak would look like.
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