Free Web NovelChapter 1687: Chapter 1300: Heavenly Gate on High Alert! Tomorrow’s Sun!
White clouds embrace the snowy peaks, a few cold plum trees bloom red amidst the snow.
Heavenly Gate, the piercing cold wind sweeps up swirls of snow mist, howling down the valley towards the ice lake beneath the icy mountains.
Along the icy lake’s shore, rows of Heavenly Gate Players holding torches gather here. Aside from the crackling sound of fat burning on the torches, the atmosphere is solemn and silent, with few engaging in conversation.
Beyond the ice lake, the path along the internal icy mountain leads directly to the Undisturbed Human Realm, where many heroes of the Martial World, wearing Mystic Ice Masks, have long gathered, signifying their recognition by Shakyamuni as members of the Heavenly Gate.
Further up, lies the Zi Zai Territory, home to the higher-ranking Divine Priests of the Heavenly Gate.
This place is bitterly cold, filled with giant ice pillars, and harbors a significant number of Divine Beasts captured and controlled by the Heavenly Gate.
The words Shakyamuni once spoke to the Eternal Life God were not wrong.
The Eternal Life God claimed to be a god due to his secret influence, and even the methods of refining Beast Pills and controlling Beast Slaves were leftovers from Shakyamuni’s games.
As one of the top alchemists who caught Qin Shi Huang’s eye in the past for refining the Immortal Elixir, Shakyamuni’s prowess in alchemy is extraordinary. By using discarded Evil Blood from Phoenix Blood, he refined Divine Beast Pills. A common Martial World person who consumes one will experience an immediate increase in power by one major Realm, and thereafter become a puppet under Shakyamuni, who possesses a large amount of Phoenix Blood.
Even experts in the Heavenly Human Realm, after consuming Divine Beast Pills, will see their combat power doubled, even tripled, resulting in the Heavenly Gate’s accumulation of over ten powerful Divine Beasts over the years. Each possesses extreme combat strength within the Heavenly Human Realm, with the strongest among them, after meticulous cultivation by Shakyamuni, rivaling the Ice Emperor and Luo Xian, becoming the true foundation of the Heavenly Gate.
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At this moment, within the expansive ice and snow hall of the Zi Zai Territory, five ice-carved chairs were arranged in a row.
Two chairs were vacant, while three chairs were occupied by three mysterious men.
Behind them stood over twenty Samurai in strong clothes, varying in height, all with fierce physiques yet indifferent expressions, representing Divine Beasts.
Further back, four players stood prominently in the core area of the Heavenly Gate. They were none other than ’Ghost Fire’, ’Blood on the Blade’, ’Ordinary Alley’, and ’King’s Path Master’, the players who had recently risen to the Heavenly Person status in the Heavenly Gate.
At this time, a swordsman sitting on the left side suddenly awoke from a feigned slumber, coldly saying, "Evil Emperor, three days have passed now. In another two days, regardless of what you plan to do, you must first face me in a battle and experience my Heartless Seven Extremes."
The man sitting in the middle, with eyes still closed, remained unmoved, saying, "Two more days."
"Hmph! Two days will pass quickly, and by then, you will have to relinquish the title of being first!" the swordsman retorted coldly.
The stone-faced man, initially unmoved, suddenly revealed a trace of sadness and fatigue, saying calmly, "I heard that to have your daughter practice your newly created Heartless Seven Extremes, you caused my niece’s face to be disfigured due to a conflict between the Extreme Yang’s Heartless Seven Extremes and the Yin Rou martial art taught by the Sword Emperor..."
The swordsman proudly replied, "Those who achieve great things do not trouble themselves with trifles. To master the ultimate Saber Skill, a little pain is nothing. My daughter will be proud because of the Heartless Seven Extremes in the future."
"She is only five."
The leading man’s face revealed more sorrow, as he remembered his son ’First Seeking Victory’, who died by his hand in error.
For this past year, he had been filled with sorrow and self-reproach for mistakenly killing his son, always in recluse within the Gate of Life and Death until approached by Shakyamuni, who lured him out with the unbelievable promise of ’reviving’ his son and aiding him in breaking through to the Returning to Truth Realm.
He did not believe it at first, but when he saw his son, whom he had thought dead, mysteriously alive before him, hope reignited in his heart, and he willingly served Shakyamuni.
However, facing this Second Saber Emperor, who was just like him back in the day, he couldn’t bear to see this friend and rival follow in his footsteps.
The swordsman stubbornly laughed coldly, "Evil Emperor, are you afraid that my daughter will surpass you in the future?
You were born to be first in everything.
Not only because your surname is First, but also because you are the firstborn son. Since the age of four, you excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting - mastering all to the highest degree, being first in all.
In martial arts, you began at six and no longer needed a master a year later. Your saber skills surpassed mine, and your Swordsmanship was even better than the Sword Emperor’s!
But it’s different now. I’ve created the Heartless Seven Extremes, and in two days, I will defeat you and become the Second Saber Emperor."
Then, the third man on the right, who hadn’t spoken before, said, "Hehehe... Second Saber Emperor, you only have eyes for the First Evil Emperor, and to defeat him, you agreed without question to come here and help him fight against Shakyamuni’s formidable enemies.
Have you never thought about why the First Evil Emperor would agree to help Shakyamuni?
Perhaps the First Evil Emperor is not truly first, and you might not be second. You may be third, fourth, or even fifteenth... And if the Heavenly Gate Master’s formidable enemy, the Black Wind Village Chief, arrives, you might die. What use will it be then to talk about battling the First Evil Emperor in two days?"
"Silence!"
The swordsman known as the Second Saber Emperor shouted in anger, glaring at the third man who remained masked with a Mystic Ice Mask, "You, who hide behind a mask, if you wish to experience my Heartless Seven Extremes, I will oblige you now."
"Hehehe..."
The third man with the Mystic Ice Mask chuckled disdainfully, "What fear does this King have?"
He flipped his palm under his purple silken embroidered dragon sleeve, suddenly releasing a powerful aura of Returning to Truth Realm. An ominous and suppressive Essence Qi formed between his palms, its swirling movements faintly, eerily transforming into human shapes.
The Second Saber Emperor’s pupils shrank, "Returning to Truth Realm! Three Points Return to Essence Energy? Who are you?"
The First Evil Emperor couldn’t help but open his eyes, an intense desire to win stimulated by the devilish thoughts, causing a dense demonic aura to surface on his face, turning it into a bizarre and terrifying black and white, while the powerful Returning True Aura on his body erupted.
The man, who called himself the King, had not yet responded, when suddenly a vast and echoing bell sound from outside the Divine Temple resounded, spreading far and wide, the resonance shaking the Snow God Mountain Range.
This was not the sound of a bell.
Rather, it was the sound of the Heavenly Gate being struck by the sacred Fantian Sacred Mace from Tianwen Temple.
The sound signified that strong enemies have arrived.
The air began to fill with a suffocating and restless atmosphere, an oppressive heaviness making it hard to breathe.
The numerous divine beasts behind the three people gave low growls like beasts provoked, as the three also stood up, turning back to gaze through the ice crystal-like dome towards the Void Heavenly Realm at the top of the heavenly ladder.
Even the proud Second Saber Emperor, though confident as the First Evil Emperor, or even the Purple Robe Scripture King who has been defeated by Jiang Dali several times... they all knew that with the strength of just the three of them, they were no match for the likes of the Black Wind Village Chief and his formidable enemies, ultimately having to place their hopes on Shakyamuni.
The three were all here for their self-interests.
The First Evil Emperor was willing to risk his life to resurrect his son.
The Second Saber Emperor wanted to defeat the Second Evil Emperor to prove his strength, disregarding the risk of becoming enemies with the Black Wind Village Chief.
Only the Purple Robe Scripture King, not only attracted by the Three Points Return to Essence Energy collected by Shakyamuni and the Dharma of extending life, had long opposed the Black Wind Village Chief, and could only hope to seek protection from Shakyamuni to eliminate the Black Wind Village Chief, his old enemy.
As the three lifted their heads to gaze towards the Void Heavenly Realm.
The silver light of the Profound Ice in the Void Heavenly Realm illuminated the entire Ice Hall brightly.
An old hoarse laugh accompanied by a giant frost face began to protrude from the dome as if it was a relief sculpture on a piece of alabaster, an obscure and oppressive aura pervading the air.
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Above the Divine Temple outside, as the night faded, a nearly twenty-zhang long dark green giant dragon arrived at dawn, like a black cloud oppressing the city.
On the dragon’s back, Wu Ming stood with his hands behind his back, feeling the hostile intent spread across the mountain, taking a deep breath, his hair moving wildly without wind, his clothes billowing, while the Sword Intent brewed vigorously.
Jiang Dali’s tiger eyes intensely focused on the snow-covered mountain top below, sensing the already emerging strong auras and the threatening storm-like killing intent across the mountains, he grinned.
Shakyamuni had clearly heard the news from the players in the past two days, openly preparing for a confrontation, overestimating himself while underestimating Jiang Dali, otherwise, he might have used the opponent’s most despicable means.
"Shakyamuni!"
Jiang Dali let out a long roar, squatting slightly, with arms slightly bent at the waist, the iron nail bracelet swelling like a sea urchin.
"Roar!"
The Demon Dragon roared, wittedly flipping its tail and diving downwards.
"The village chief sends greetings on behalf of your master!"
Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed brightly, unwavering as he watched the Heavenly Gate Temple drawing closer, shouting wildly, his entire aura surging, each strand of hair turning golden in the wind, his muscles and bones shaking, instantly entering the state of the Divine Demon Golden Body.
Bang!—
The air around him trembled, the wind scattering broadly.
His clothes instantly expanded and shattered into strips of fabric, entwining his mighty body covered in golden and black demonic patterns under the shocked eyes of countless people below, with fragments drifting with the wind, blowing in all directions.
Almost simultaneously.
Three long roars of different pitches resounded from below and afar, suppressing the sound of the Heavenly Gate being struck by the Fantian Sacred Mace, like three swords tearing apart the solemn atmosphere created by the disciples of the Heavenly Gate, shattering their spirit, terrifying the soul.
The Great Battle at the Heavenly Gate was about to erupt at any moment!
Dawn had also broken, with the rising sun breaking through the clouds.
Can the first ray of light be seen, and is the sunrise far behind?
When the sun rises, how many in the Martial World can see today’s sun...
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