Chapter 230: The Undying Underworld Emperor (Part 11)

"Old man, I told you, if you appear before me,"
I will slay you!
That terrifying strike unleashed a devastating shockwave.
A dense, overwhelming force of killing intent swept across the land.
The chilling voice emanating from it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.
That peerless ferocious crow...it wasn't dead!
Countless runes transformed into black flames, burning in the void.
It unleashed a devastating attack, causing the entire secret realm to tremble and crack open with a deep fissure.
Terrifying!
The Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land was directly blasted away by that beam of light, leveling the mountains and seas on the ground, turning them into a bottomless crater.
"How is this possible...that peerless ferocious crow was only at the Void Realm...while the Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land's cultivation had reached the Quasi-Saint level!"
Whether human or demon, everyone was now terrified.
Was it that peerless ferocious crow that was a quasi-saint, or the Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land?
What ancient dragons, what phoenixes, what descendants of saints—compared to this peerless ferocious crow, they're utterly weak!
One strike and the Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land was killed.
Looking at that sinister figure.
A phrase surfaced in everyone's minds:
The potential of an ancient emperor!
Su Chen killed the Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land with a single strike.
He only had the power of one strike.
It shocked everyone.
A moment later.
Everyone saw the sinister youth transform into a large black bird again and fly away, disappearing without a trace.
The Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land was killed by that peerless ferocious crow with a single strike!
This event directly shook all the forces.
That's a quasi-saint level expert!
Without a saint present, they're absolutely top-tier combat power.
"Besides a saint, probably no one can make that peerless ferocious crow bow its head."
Everyone sighed with emotion.
Half a month later, Su Chen reappeared, his injuries almost completely healed.
Inside the secret realm.
Wherever Su Chen went, all forces trembled in fear.
However, Su Chen didn't take their lives.
He only collected a portion of their 'food expenses'.
As for those who didn't pay,
there was no 'fee'.
Su Chen quickly accumulated a vast amount of resources; the resources within a single Saint's Ruins were comparable to the entire foundation of a fallen Saint Clan.
Su Chen wasn't in a hurry to leave the Saint's Ruins.
One day,
a long-forgotten palace suddenly shattered space, appearing within the ruins.
"It's the palace where a sage resided! The sage's legacy must be inside!"
Someone shouted excitedly. They had been here for so many days, gaining nothing, yet still stubbornly holding on.
Wasn't it all for the sage's ruins?
"Don't be too happy. Even if the sage's legacy appears, so what? Don't forget that peerless ferocious crow!"
Some spoke in despair. Even the Grand Elder of the Overturning Sea Holy Land, the closest to a sage, was instantly killed. Could all of them combined be a match for that peerless ferocious crow?
"Perhaps... the sage's legacy within comes from one of our human race's ancient sages. Why would our human race's ancient sages choose a non-human race as their inheritor?"
Others held onto hope.
Since ancient times, humans and demons have been irreconcilable enemies.
The temple gates opened, and all beings tacitly waited for the peerless ferocious crow to break in before daring to follow.
Inside the temple,
the saints put on their trials.
It possessed a grand and majestic atmosphere, with countless books and golden runes enveloping the hall.
"Could it be... the ruins left behind by the Confucian Sword Saint, the legendary figure in the history of the Flying Cloud Realm's human race?"
Someone was shocked, completely lost in thought.
The Confucian Sword Saint was an extremely brilliant and powerful figure recorded in the history of the Flying Cloud Realm. His talent was astonishing, and he created the Confucian Sword Path, his sword strikes containing three thousand characters, each word a masterpiece of divine power.
In a mere thousand years, he reached the pinnacle of the Flying Cloud Realm, embarking on a path of unprecedented brilliance. Even the strongest beings in the entire Flying Cloud Realm believed that the Confucian Sword Saint would surely reach the pinnacle of martial arts, becoming the number one in the universe.
Unfortunately, since the Confucian Sword Saint left the Flying Cloud Realm, there have been no further records of him in human history.
And the Great Emperor was not the Confucian Sword Saint.
An elderly human, tears streaming down his face, cried, "Sword Saint Confucian... why did you return to the Flying Cloud Realm, only to die silently in some obscure corner? You were the most outstanding genius of our human race! Breaking free from your shackles, you would surely pave the way for the future of our Flying Cloud Realm!"
At that moment, a childish voice rang out from within the temple: "Cry, cry, cry! What are you crying for? Do you think crying will give you that old man's inheritance?"
The elderly human was taken aback.
The golden runes in the air materialized into a young, clean-cut figure—a little boy in a golden robe.
"You...who are you?"
The old man looked at the figure with suspicion.
"Where did you come from, this backwater? You don't even recognize the spirit of the artifact!"
The little boy in the golden robe was very dissatisfied. He looked at everyone and said, "Listen up, everyone! This is my territory now. If you want that old man's inheritance, I will follow the rules he set and give you a test. As long as you can complete the test, you will receive the inheritance."
Everyone's expressions brightened, especially the elderly human.
The elderly human suddenly seemed to realize something, glancing towards the demon race, especially at Su Chen.
"Respected Spirit Master, this assessment should only be open to humans, right?"
"The Confucian Sword Saint is of our race; we cannot allow his legacy to fall into the hands of other races."
The golden-robed boy's expression softened slightly upon hearing this, and he fell into deep thought. After a moment, he said, "That old man didn't specify that only humans could participate. According to the rules, any living being who participates has a chance to obtain that old man's legacy."
The elderly human said sorrowfully, "Spirit Master, the Confucian Sword Saint is an ancestor of our human race. How can we allow other races to have a chance to seize his legacy?"
The golden-robed boy waved his hand impatiently, "You old codger, why are you as long-winded as that old man, crying and wailing? If you cry again, I'll throw you out!"
The elderly human immediately shut up.
"It's actually the legacy of a Saint King!"
Su Chen recognized the golden-robed boy's identity.
This was the spirit of a Saint-King level artifact.
In other words, the master of this palace was a Saint-King level expert.
“The rules for obtaining that old man's inheritance are quite simple,”
“There are nine levels in total. Levels one to three test aptitude, levels three to six test comprehension, and levels six to nine test character.”
The human elder spoke: “Does that mean that as long as one reaches the ninth level, one can obtain the inheritance of the Confucian Sword Saint?”
The golden-robed boy shook his head, saying, "No... there's still a tenth level. Only by passing the tenth level will one be qualified to gain that old man's approval and receive the inheritance."
Seeing the old man about to speak again, the golden-robed boy preemptively added, "Don't ask me what the tenth level is. That old man didn't tell me, so asking is pointless."
"Alright, now those of you who want to receive the inheritance can go and attempt the level."