Chapter 3399: 1690: After 300 Years and Several Generations, It’s Hard to See Such a Monster Talent Again (2) |
Three hundred years later, this is my return to the Shengshen Continent.
But concerning the tales of Shengshen Continent, I’ve heard far too many, the most intriguing being the Ten High Nobles.
It is said that they are talents no weaker than Yue Gongnu.
Prosperity gives way to decline, adversity yields to fortune—this surely describes the current era, doesn’t it?
So, is this the dawn of a peak period for geniuses, and Bazhun’an the last of them?
No!
Bazhun’an may be the most dazzling, but he is absolutely not the last.
Because not long after, I’ve come to follow another rising star, named “Xu Xiaoshou,” known in the martial arts world as “Lord Shou.”
When Young Master Li mentioned him, I feigned ignorance to avoid provoking him.
People who remain at the top too long inevitably grow detached from the masses.
That fellow rose from obscurity within a single year, wielded his sword to slay Rao Yaoyao, and shattered the record for swift strikes by external operatives of the five great Holy Emperor families!
Genius?
Not even a genius can match his brilliance.
His talent has, at times, surpassed even Bazhun’an, who could pluck the Yuegong Lotus!
The heart rises higher than the heavens; fate proves thinner than paper.
I am no longer the youthful self, now aware that beyond the heavens exists divinity, beyond humanity there are others; mere demi-saints pale in comparison, particularly before those true anomalies.
And now…
Young Master Li has commanded me, upon Lord Shou’s ascension to Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe, to inform Ai Cangsheng, delivering Yue Gongli’s stance and suggestions.
Small matter!
That’s what I thought initially.
Now, having witnessed Lord Shou’s duel with Ai Cangsheng, surveying the completely shattered sacred mountain, and seeing how that treacherous deviant uprooted both the Nine Sacrificial Osmanthus and the God Worship Willow…
“Can this mission even be completed?”
Others unable to ascend the mountain may still descend it, but after reaching the summit, I glanced back.
Well!
The mountain, it exploded!
…
“Boom boom boom boom boom!”
Above the Nine Heavens, the void resounds with continuous blasts.
Arrows of the Evil Sin Bow descend relentlessly from beyond the heavens, reducing the Sacred Mountain to ruins, its body completely collapsing.
Standing alone and crouched beneath the Shattered Shield, Lord Shou braces the shield with his shoulder, fending off the bombardment step by step but remaining unscathed.
Ah Si has seen high-end combat strength.
Perhaps across the five regions, this deafening roar infuses the blood of warriors with fiery resolve.
He recognized early on that unless Ai Cangsheng unleashed his full power, breaking through the defense of the Shattered Shield would be impossible.
Though Lord Shou retreats, he defiantly shouts with gusto:
“Isn’t it just two trees? Planting them at Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe or Apricot Realm—what’s the difference?”
“Your realm is my realm, your family is my family; Apricot Realm welcomes everyone to dig up spiritual medicine! Conversely, Shengshen Continent raised me, and if I grow stronger, could I possibly abandon it?—It naturally welcomes me to excavate trees for cultivation!”
“Besides, you all distrust the Ancestral Trees so much?”
“Do you seriously think that after being transplanted to Apricot Realm, these trees raised for so many years at the Sacred Mountain would betray immediately?”
Boom boom boom…
The arrows of the Evil Sin Bow are the best reply.
Feng Zhongzui, staying far away, is forced to temporarily join the saints of the Sacred Mountain but feels utterly out of place and greatly discomforted.
The saints of the Sacred Mountain have no time for this minor figure; upon hearing Xu Xiaoshou’s heaven-defying speech, they exchange glances, each struggling to find words.
Difficult to assess!
Xu Xiaoshou’s audacity is indescribable.
Initially, everyone thought he truly intended to uproot the trees. He tried once and gave up; when they breathed a sigh of relief, he suddenly dug up two.
Ancestral Trees—two were uprooted in an instant.
How many trees does the Sacred Mountain have?
Just these two!
All were excavated!
But then again…
“With this continuous barrage, it’s utterly useless. Unless Lord Cang Sheng returns and unseals the Technique Seed Restriction, there’s no way to break through Xu Xiaoshou’s turtle shell defense.” A demi-saint discerned the truth.
“I think we’ve fallen into a trap. Beneath the seemingly ‘equal agreement,’ as long as Xu Xiaoshou doesn’t enter the Dead Sea, he remains invincible.” Another demi-saint realized belatedly.
“If I were him, I wouldn’t enter either. Not just the Ancestral Trees—I’d take anything that can be uprooted and transport whatever can be moved
“Where do you stand on this?”
“Ahem, I’m on your side.”
Without Lord Cang Sheng’s presence, the demi-saints of the Foreign Aid Faction, seeing the Sacred Mountain reduced to such ruin, begin showing signs of transferring allegiance.
At the very least, they cease excessive flattery, their tone grows less humble, and some even start pondering from Xu Xiaoshou’s perspective, as if they too have an Apricot Realm and aspire to move everything from the Sacred Mountain.
The Sacred Mountain Sect, meanwhile, has utterly lost its spine.
Their spine has already been taken by Lord Shou and placed in his golden chamber!
“What should be done now?”
Fang Wenxin, merely a first-generation red-clothed, holds an empty title, lacks actual authority, and doesn’t have decision-making power.
After losing the Ninth Divine Priest, he scans his surroundings and discovers that someone left to make decisions…
Oddly enough, there really is someone!
When the Ninth Divine Priest was present, Fang Wenxin couldn’t see her.
Now that the Council of Ten has been annihilated, a member suddenly appears out of nowhere:
Beibei!
What’s Beibei’s identity?
The ruler of the white-clothed people, a legitimate member of the Council of Ten!
Does she have the standing to make decisions?
Absolutely!
Does she have the mindset to make decisions?
Definitely!
Does she possess the capability to make decisions?
Cert…
“Oh Beibei, Beibei~”
Strangely, vivid scenes flash through Fang Wenxin’s mind: Beibei, in front of the five regions, performing a wave dance with her arms and humming an eerie tune.
Inexplicably, Fang Wenxin’s head fills with thoughts like “How could she possibly deserve to be chosen as a Council of Ten member?”