Chapter 443: Three Years Later
Chapter 443: Three Years Later
Translator: Radiant Translations Editor: Radiant Translations
Back in the cultivation room inside his cavern, Xue Ying sat cross-legged on a praying mat, all by himself. His eyes were closed as he focused on comprehending all his recent experiences, his mind comprehending more of the countless Profound Mysteries imbued in his spear techniques by the second. And it wasn't just his avatar that was doing this; back in the Material World, in the Xia Clan World, his true body was similarly cultivating. That body had already become a World Deity after he grasped hold of the World Deity Heart, and all of his concentration was now dedicated to grasping the Chaotic Deity Heart.
The three years time limit is fast approaching. Xue Ying opened his eyes. I've been through countless spear technique training sessions now, and I've pondered their mysteries countless times. I've also put a lot of focus on the Laws of Profound Mysteries, but it seems that, no matter what, there's some sort of barrier separating me from the Chaotic Deity Heart, blurring the way forward. Whatever hints I get are always very vague.
I didn't gain much comprehension in regards to Chaotic Suppression during these past three years, but my secret skills have improved countless times over. Xue Ying laughed involuntarily.
This was largely because he had already spent too much time and effort on Chaotic Suppression, causing his improvements to now be marginal.
Instead, a small bit of time and effort spawned incredible improvements in his other secret skills, especially in the case of his Star Meteor Annihilation! As its power grew, a more accurate name for this move would instead be the Extreme Chaos Strike.
Three years was too short a time to any Deity.
The Calm Sea Prefecture Capital was turning lively once again now that the second stage of the Myriad Flower Feast's prefecture battle, the arena stage, was about to start. Unlike the ranking battle from three years before, this stage would be available for the public to spectate! It was the same case for the survival battle, which would also be shown to the public, so humans and experts from other races would all come over to watch these battles.
"Retreat."
"Stand back."
The legion soldiers were occupied with maintaining order in the Bloodshed Region.
Seated on an exquisite platform high up in the sky was none other than the all-powerful Calm Sea Prefecture Master, together with Monarch Mo Xue. A bit lower were were the other six World Deities—the White Sand City Lord, the Ink Cloud City Lord, Marshal Qin, the Venomous Ying World Deity, King Rong Hai and the emissary sent by the Bloodshed God Palace.
On ground level, there were a thousand experts sitting around. These were none other than the top thousand rankers from the previous previous stage, which included Xue Ying and Seventh Mei Yu.
"Old Brother White Sand." King Rong Hai looked toward the White Sand City Lord, who was seated by his side, in a forthright manner. "Are those rumors about you arguing with Venomous Ying not long ago true? Did the two of you really almost begin a fight?"
Instead of White Sand, the yellow-robed Venomous Ying World Deity deliberately acted pitiful as she said, "Are they not? That little brother of his, Dong Bo, the one who took the top spot in the ranking battle, actually dared to hit my nephew! That's nothing short of slapping my face directly. I merely considered it fit to vent my nephew's anger, but who would have thought that Big Brother White Sand would be so ruthless as to insist on protecting that little brother of his. I can't take Big Brother White Sand in a fight, so I had no choice but to step back."
"Brother White Sand, how rude of you to bully a woman," the emissary teased from the side.
"That's right! Old Brother White Sand, Venomous Ying is such a delicate flower. For you to bully her…that's truly making my heart ache," King Ron Hai also took a jab at him.
The White Sand City Lord glanced from one to the other. "Woman? Delicate? Hahaha, once you get a taste of her hex poison, I bet neither of you will go around saying she's delicate anymore."
"Big Brother Rong Hai is one existence I could never offend. He already cultivated his body to such an extent that my hex poison is useless against him," the Venomous Ying World Deity retorted. "As for the emissary…how could I ever dare act against him?"
"Like there would be anything you, Venomous Ying, would not dare to do." Marshal Qin sneered. "You didn't even shy away from acting against Emperor Pu Zang, so how can you say there are people you would not dare act against? Also…I've heard many times over the years of your nephew bullying others around the Calm Sea Prefecture, but never about someone would dare bully him. The way I see it, you had better just look after him properly."
The yellow-robed woman looked at Marshal Qin with a frown, refusing to speak any further.
Back in the higher section, the Calm Sea Prefecture Master and Monarch Mo Xue were merely watching this happen.
"Tell me, Old Long," Monarch Mo Xue began talking as he stroke his white beard, "amongst the stage three World Deities of your Calm Sea Prefecture…who would you say has the greatest chance of becoming a stage four World Deity and succeed your position as Prefecture Master?"
"It's likely to be Black Ink." The Prefecture Master smiled. "He became a World Deity within approximately ten thousand years, has reached the stage two realm in three hundred thousand years, and has reached stage three in ten million years. His talent is overflowing, and his rate of improvement approaches that of grade one True Meaning Transcendents. I regard him quite highly, but I can't help but feel he needs some refinement. In terms of how shrewd and ruthless one can be, he's much worse than even White Sand and Marshal Wu. Both of these two have cultivated for a few dozen million years and have each cultivated an extremely powerful secret skill of their own. It's a pity, however, that White Sand and the rest have stopped at the stage three realm; it's very unlikely that any of them will have any further breakthroughs."
"If we're to talk about hope to break through…" Monarch Mo Xue lightly nodded, "then I'm in the same boat as they. I've always struggled to find a way to break free of these bindings, yet I can't seem to escape the river of time and reach true eternity. I always turn back to wondering if I'll manage to survive this route of reincarnation…"
"Reincarnation." The Calm Sea Prefecture Master sighed. "Brother Mo Xue, even I might have to walk down this route, some time in the future."
Sealing one's memories and reincarnating meant not being able to use any of the knowledge from their previous life. At the same time, their souls would be brought to an extremely weak level, with only a nascent of their original soul being left behind. That would be nothing less than giving up on all of their strengths!
To become a Deity again in this new life? It would be very unlikely. Of the stage four World Deities who chose to reincarnate, most disappeared completely after a time.
"Don't give up, not until the very last moment. There's always the chance that you'll cross that final step." Monarch Mo Xue laughed. "Should you succeed, I can definitely ask you to help look after these few daughters of mine."
"Haha, it would be a small matter, if that really were to happen." The eyes of the Prefecture Master still showed hope for such a future.
In truth, the two of them were very close to powerful existences if speaking just in terms of combat power.
But without stepping out of the river of time, without escaping their bindings, they would simply sink into oblivion and be forever unable to transcend into eternity!
I've faced defeat once already. It seems that I'll have to go to the Moon Planet again, the Calm Sea Prefecture Master thought to himself. There's so other choice but to take the risk once again!
"Prefecture Master." The emissary from the Bloodshed God Palace stood up in the section below. "It is time. Shall we begin?"
These words served to wake up the Prefecture Master from his thoughts. "Let's start."
Xue Ying and the others were all sitting below. A bit to their north was an arena more than five thousand kilometers in diameter. The area all around it was filled with spectators who had arrived from all over the world to spectate, among them Jing Qiu and the Deities from the Xia Clan.
"The second stage of the Myriad Flower Feast Prefecture Selections, the arena battle, is officially underway!" the emissary's voice resounded all across the heaven. He walked over to the edge of the high platform where he swept his gaze below. The countless Deity spectators did not ever dare look up at him. "The first battle—Dong Bo versus Zhan Yan Feng! Begin!"
The sound of that sent the spectators into loud cheering.
Dong Bo had taken the first place in the ranking battle, while Yan Feng was the last!
"The strongest against the weakest. This Yan Feng is truly to be pitied."
"Dong Bo is ranked first, so he couldn't possibly be fighting against the second ranker in the arena battle, right? It's normal for those who were ranked further behind to fight against the top few, but who could have thought the first would be pitted against the last."
"There is no suspense at all with such a fight."
"It's fine; let's just have a look at how powerful Dong Bo is."
"To have ranked first, there's no way he wouldn't have some strength."
Everyone was looking forward to the upcoming battle.
Nobody had any doubt as to what the final result of the battle would be; it was certain that Dong Bo would win. However, they had never watched Xue Ying fight before, only a minority of the people present had been there to witness the battles held during the Mountain Wu Star Field's Starfield Selections. Even that battle had been ultimately too simple—it ended with a single move!
Xue Ying immediately stood up and headed toward the arena. Not too far from him was a man with white hair, his body shrouded by a gray cloak. His eyebrows had furrowed upon learning he had just been matched up against the top ranker from the ranking battle, Dong Bo; how could he not be somewhat downcast.