Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 665 - 669: Ancestor Hall_1
"The Heavenly Sword Immortal from the Red Dragon Starfield!"
"I remember you. You had an extremely promising disciple, gifted with top-tier talent. How far along his cultivation path is he now?" the one-armed martial artist asked with a subtle, benevolent smile upon seeing the Heavenly Sword Immortal.
"Thanks to the Elder's interest, Hongyi has already broken through to the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal Realm!"
Speaking of his disciple, the Heavenly Sword Immortal was tremendously proud. Hongyi, at the tender age of just seventy-nine, had managed to break through to the mid-stage of the Profound Immortal Realm. In the resource-constrained Second Heaven, this was very rare.
In the Nine Heavens of the Myriad Worlds, the higher one ascends, the better the cultivation environment. Particularly in the Great Thousand World, even newborn babies possess physiques at the Immortal Realm. Without any cultivation, they can break through to the Immortal Realm within a hundred days. In the Second Heaven, however, newborn babies only have physiques at the Innate Realm, barely better than those in the Mortal Realm. Therefore, among those cultivating in the Second Heaven, anyone who can break through to the Profound Immortal Realm by the age of one hundred can be considered a prodigy.
"Not bad. Qualified to enter the Torch Academy." The one-armed martial artist nodded, a hint of admiration in his eyes. He smiled and asked, "So, why did you activate the altar and summon my consciousness this time?"
When it came to official business, the Heavenly Sword Immortal's expression turned solemn. He stated gravely, "Elder, I have discovered three monstrous prodigies and more than ten top-tier prodigies!"
"What?" the one-armed martial artist exclaimed, his face etched with astonishment. "Are you sure?"
Prodigies are also ranked, divided into common, top-tier, monstrous, and world-shattering prodigies. Common and top-tier prodigies are the mainstays of their races. Monstrous prodigies, however, have the potential to become supreme experts within their race. As for world-shattering prodigies, they can lead their race to glory. The Human Race, one of the powerful races in the Myriad Worlds, is innumerable. Yet, the number of youths who can be called monstrous prodigies does not exceed one hundred. Most are concentrated in the Great Thousand World; in the Small Thousand Worlds, there isn't a single one. Yet now, the Heavenly Sword Immortal was telling him he had discovered three monstrous prodigies. Could this truly be possible?
"I swear on my life, it is absolutely true!" The Heavenly Sword Immortal nodded with conviction, without any hesitation. To bolster his claim, he quickly explained, "Elder, just a few days ago, a new world ascended in the Red Dragon Starfield. It is called the Great Qin Saint's Court!"
"The Lord of the Saint's Court, Qin Wudao, has a bone age of forty and his cultivation has reached the early stage of the True Immortal Realm!"
"Among the civil and military officials of the Saint's Court, three are monstrously talented martial generals. Their bone ages do not exceed fifty, their physiques are comparable to those of Divine Demons, and their immortal qi is comparable to that of Immortal Spirits!"
"Furthermore, there are over a dozen ministers, all possessing the strength to battle those above their cultivation level!"
"However..." The Heavenly Sword Immortal hesitated for a moment, a flicker of doubt in his eyes, then continued, "Within the Great Qin Saint's Court, there is a powerful expert from the Ghost Clan. According to our intelligence, no Ghost Clan members have recently entered the Red Dragon Starfield. I dare to speculate that this Ghost Clan expert also ascended with the Great Qin Saint's Court!"
Hearing this, even the composed one-armed martial artist was inwardly shaken. He had heard of the cultivation environment in the Mortal Realm. Breaking through to the Immortal Realm by the age of a thousand was already on par with prodigies from the Myriad Worlds. But a True Immortal martial artist at the age of forty! That was unheard of! And from what the Heavenly Sword Immortal implied, those three martial generals were even more astonishing than Qin Wudao, who had reached the True Immortal Realm at forty!
"Protect them! I must see the Human Ancestor immediately!" Realizing the gravity of the situation, the one-armed martial artist gave this swift instruction and departed hastily.
「Meanwhile.」
In the Eighth Heaven lay a continent enveloped by Rhymes in Dao. Upon it sprawled a colossal white dragon, so tremendously massive its size was measured in light-years. A single one of its scales was larger than a meteorite, and it exuded a vast, ancient, and majestic aura. This dragon was the racial Fortune of the Human Race! It was similar to the fortune of a faction, yet distinct. If a race's Fortune collapsed, the race would cease to exist! To the All Clans of the Myriad Worlds, racial Fortune was the most precious treasure, the very foundation of a race's existence, something every member had to protect with their lives.
"Not long ago, the Human Dao's Purple Emperor Star emerged! If what the Heavenly Sword Immortal said is true, then the newly ascended Great Qin Saint's Court might be related to the Purple Emperor Star!"
In the center of the continent stood an ancient temple. Inside, a one-armed martial artist in secluded cultivation abruptly opened his eyes. Two rays of supreme Dao Law light, carrying terrifying pressure, shot out and swept over everything.
"I should report to the Human Ancestor first. The oppression of the Human Race by the Myriad Worlds has become increasingly frequent! Even if the Great Qin Saint's Court has no connection to the Purple Emperor Star, a few more prodigies would be a blessing for the Human Race." The one-armed martial artist murmured, his brow furrowed with an irresolvable worry.
In the next instant, his figure blurred and vanished without a trace.
「Great Qin Saint's Court.」
As the one who had stirred up the storm in the Starfield, Qin Wudao was leisurely lounging on a rocking chair in the Imperial Garden. He held an ancient book titled "Secrets of the Ten Thousand Worlds," reading with great interest. The book primarily detailed the customs, racial distributions, cultivation unofficial histories, and famous forbidden lands of the Myriad Worlds—a veritable encyclopedia.
"To advance to the Heavenly Court, one needs to connect Yin and Yang and construct Reincarnation... What does this mean?" Suddenly, Qin Wudao frowned, muttering to himself in confusion. He wasn't perusing "Secrets of the Ten Thousand Worlds" merely to pass the time, but to find the method for advancing to the Heavenly Court. Although the book touched upon it, the explanation was rather obscure.
Simply put, advancing to the Heavenly Court required three conditions. First, territory: one must possess complete sovereignty over a world with a diameter exceeding one hundred million kilometers. Second, experts: at a minimum, a Profound Immortal martial artist must be present to oversee it, and the faction leader's cultivation must be above the True Immortal Realm. Third, perfecting the world: connecting Yin and Yang, and constructing Reincarnation. The first two conditions were easy to understand, but the third was quite perplexing.
Yin and Yang! What did they refer to? Male is Yang, female is Yin. Day is Yang, night is Yin. The mortal world is Yang, the netherworld is Yin... Countless possibilities flashed through Qin Wudao's mind. He vaguely sensed it might be related to the Netherworld but couldn't be certain.
"It seems I need to 'seek guidance' from someone," Qin Wudao thought, closing "Secrets of the Ten Thousand Worlds." A cold glint flashed in his eyes as he calmly commanded, "Attendants, summon Zhao Yun!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!" A voice responded from the empty Void, though no figure could be seen.
A moment later, Zhao Yun, clad in armor, strode in and bowed respectfully. "Your Majesty, you summoned me?"
"General Zhao, take a trip to the Black Panther Saint's Court. Find its Lord and procure the method to advance to the Heavenly Court from him," Qin Wudao ordered, his voice icy. An imperial, domineering aura surged from him, thick with killing intent.
"And after I've procured it?" Zhao Yun asked.
"Kill him," Qin Wudao answered, looking up.
Just then, a breeze rustled through the Imperial Garden, disturbing the blooming flowers. They swayed gently, releasing a rich fragrance that wafted towards the clouds, yet it carried an endless killing intent. This was a wind of slaughter! And it was about time it swept across the Starfield!
