Chapter 412: A Few Hundred Years Old Child
A black coffin, three meters in length, one meter wide, and about half a meter high, emanated a terrifying aura, engulfing Zhuge Wushuang as he stepped out. From a distance, it was as if an Undying King had emerged, exerting a formidable oppressive force.
Everyone was stunned.
Of course, Zhuge Wushuang was also panicking as he looked up at the hundreds of Lords in the sky above. With such a strong and terrifying assembly, if they were to invade the City of Extinction, wouldn’t the Wuji Sect be utterly destroyed?
Stay calm.
Zhuge Wushuang took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. According to Chen Pingping’s plan, he didn’t need to make a move or say a word.
"Ah? Elder, why have you come out?" Chen Pingping’s clone exclaimed, as if witnessing the most unbelievable scene.
A collective realization dawned on the crowd. So, this is an Elder of the Wuji Sect?
Chen Pingping’s clone then said, "All of you, hurry up and leave! This Elder of our Wuji Sect has ventured into the Life Prohibited Zone multiple times, taking pleasure in slaughtering Ancient Ferocious Beasts. Who knows how many Saint Realm experts’ blood stains his hands..."
"What are you still dawdling for?" Chen Pingping shouted at the invaders.
THUD!
Zhuge Wushuang cooperated by taking a step forward. The aura emanating from the coffin swept out, unrestrained. It wasn’t him controlling it. The one inside the black coffin, although missing for many years, had left behind his lingering aura and a terrifying obsession within it.
WHOOSH!
The hundreds of Lords were horrified, their faces changing dramatically as they retreated in unison.
"Elder, please calm down, don’t make a move," Chen Pingping’s clone wiped off a cold sweat. "Gentlemen, our Elder has a bad temper. Once he makes a move, a river of blood is inevitable, so you’d better leave quickly!"
The atmosphere at the scene turned eerie.
The Heaven Martial continent was known as a prison, a suppressed world. Rumor had it that the bloodlines of this prison’s inmates were cursed, making cultivation difficult for them. Yet, what was this scene unfolding before their eyes? A minor power from Heaven Martial had actually produced a Saint Realm expert!
The hundreds of Lords were unwilling to give up. Although they had retreated a few paces, they showed no intention of leaving.
「At this moment!」
Deep within the City of Extinction, ripples surged once more. A figure emerged from the depths, also with a coffin hovering above his head. It was larger than Zhuge Wushuang’s, and the dense Power of Death it exuded seemed almost tangible, each strand as heavy as Mount Tai. Therefore, Mo Wuwei’s footsteps were very heavy.
Another Saint Realm expert! The cultivators were astonished. The hundreds of Lords stared wide-eyed, panic setting in. Liu Changqing’s mouth hung open.
Alan murmured, "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! I’ve never heard of Heaven Martial having a Saint Realm expert."
RUMBLE!
Mo Wuwei, having taken only a few steps, was suddenly crushed downwards by the coffin above his head. He and the coffin plummeted to the ground.
This comical scene left everyone momentarily stupefied.
Zhuge Wushuang sent a sound transmission, "Mo Wuwei, what do you think you’re doing?"
Mo Wuwei: "..."
"Can’t you be a bit more reliable?" Zhuge Wushuang transmitted again.
"If you’re so good, you try it!" Mo Wuwei retorted, his face dark. "There’s a Divine Weapon in this coffin of mine! Fuck!"
He struggled to his feet.
Chen Pingping’s clone said, "Allow me to introduce him. This is the Second Elder of our Wuji Sect. Three thousand years ago, he fought a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert and sustained a minor injury. He’s been in seclusion for many years, so he hadn’t fully recovered when he came out just now. You can understand that, right?"
"..."
The hundreds of Lords felt suffocated, their expressions growing increasingly grim.
Liu Changqing said incredulously, "Another Saint Realm expert!"
"It’s fake!" Alan took a deep breath. "It has to be fake! How could the Wuji Sect possibly have a Saint Realm expert?"
Despite their disbelief, the stark reality was before their eyes. The two figures beneath the coffins exuded terrifying fluctuations of aura and an oppressive Divine Might.
If this isn’t the Saint Realm, then what is?
Among them, He Yitian was the most perplexed. He knew very well that the Wuji Sect had no Saint Realm experts back then.
THUD!
A third Wuji Sect Elder, also bearing a coffin on his head, walked out.
Liu Changqing’s mind was in turmoil.
The punitive expedition fell utterly silent.
The many cultivators watching all held their breath.
Heaven Martial? A prison? The Wuji Sect? A power not surpassing the Emperor Realm? This... this was all utter nonsense, complete rubbish! Who the fuck spread these rumors?
The third Saint Realm expert to emerge was, naturally, Hongxiu. The coffin above her head belonged to Green Demon. Consequently, during the adaptation process, she had nearly been overwhelmed by backlash several times, teetering on the brink of death on more than a dozen occasions. Yet, for the sake of Chen Pingping’s grand plan, she silently endured it all. Fortunately, she ultimately succeeded.
However, unlike Zhuge Wushuang and Mo Wuwei, she had truly fused with this coffin, inheriting the terrifying power contained within. During that arduous process, she had also perceived the Tao engraved within the coffin.
Hongxiu’s heart quaked at the revelation.
"Ancestor!" Chen Pingping’s clone exclaimed. "Why have you come out of seclusion too?"
After a pause, he added, "You mustn’t intervene! This is all just a misunderstanding. I can explain it, really. They’re still young, just a bunch of kids, only a few hundred years old."
Everyone: "..."
The members of the punitive expedition nearly choked on their own blood from frustration.
They had originally thought the Wuji Sect had no Lords. Indeed, they had no Lords—they had Saint Realm experts! Then they presumed the Wuji Sect had only one Saint Realm expert, but then a second emerged, and a third... And this third person was an Ancestor of the Wuji Sect!
Their minds were reeling!
Chen Pingping’s clone announced, "Allow me to introduce her. This is an Ancestor of our Wuji Sect. Back in her day, she almost achieved Tao Verification—missed it by just a hair’s breadth."
"Missed it by how much, exactly?" a voice suddenly piped up from the crowd. The question held no malice, only pure curiosity.
Chen Pingping’s clone pondered for a moment before replying, "Because the Sect Master at that time achieved Tao Verification."
An uproar swept through the crowd as his words landed.
Tao Verification? Someone from the Wuji Sect had reached the Emperor Realm? When did this happen?
Liu Changqing looked towards Alan.
Alan also looked at him.
Zhuge Wushuang, Mo Wuwei, and Hongxiu simultaneously turned to Chen Pingping with a look of surprise.
"It seems there was such an event. Back then, the Heaven Martial Continent witnessed the birth of two Emperor Realm experts," an old man revealed, his expression grave.
A stir went through the onlookers; all heads turned towards him.
The old man continued in a solemn voice, "Although Heaven Martial is a prison of sorts, its Tao and Dharma Principles are remarkably complete. In those days, many young prodigies flocked to Heaven Martial, seeking a Great Opportunity for Tao Verification. In the end... a group of geniuses from the Nine Heavens couldn’t compete with those two from Heaven Martial. They were beaten to Tao Verification."
"That terrifying?"
"Isn’t it said that in one era, only one Emperor Realm can be born?"
"Yes! One who reaches the Emperor Realm seeks the Tao, verifies it, and merges with the Heavenly Dao. For a very long time after, no one else will achieve Tao Verification. But that time was different," the old man squinted.
"How was it different?"
"Those two Great Emperors defied the Heavenly Dao and forcefully broke open the gates to the Emperor Realm."
Everyone was shocked.