Star Trace Gate

Chapter 816: Beyond the Rules, a Sword Fight

In the emperor's tomb, the young marquis jumped onto the high platform and his shout was like thunder in the sky, echoing in this world for a long time.

After the last level of the Return to Dust Arena was opened, the entire Xingshan Mountain suddenly became a "painting" containing the meaning of the Great Dao, which everyone could visualize and comprehend. Not only the Jiuli supernatural powers could see everything happening on the arena when they concentrated, but even the common people on earth could get a glimpse of everything here.

The platform is ninety-nine feet high, ninety-nine feet wide and ninety-nine feet long, both of which are the maximum numbers. It is also a square platform. It looks extremely high and wide, like a green mountain with its peak flattened.

The young marquis came onto the stage, standing with his back straight in the very center of the Guichen Arena, his eyes defiant, his hair flying, and he was in high spirits to the extreme.

Nearly six years of traveling in the emperor's tomb had not dulled his edge, nor had it made him look embarrassed.

In the five cities of Xianlan and the Jiuli world, billions of eyes were all staring at him at this moment, and they all showed expressions of passion, excitement, and admiration.

He is the brightest star among the younger generation of Jiuli, the first person in the Dragon and Phoenix Genealogy, and the descendant of the great emperor who has reached the top of the imperial tomb today. He did not disappoint the elders of his hometown, and his proud character also carried the countless expectations.

At this moment, he was undoubtedly the pride of the entire Jiuli.

No matter who it is, being able to stand on this high platform at this moment can actually be called the winner.

"Liger...he...he looks so strong!"

The little one stared blankly at the young marquis on the high platform. Seeing his eyes as sharp as an eagle and his body full of murderous aura, he immediately revealed a worried look: "I...what do I need to do?"

"Get out of the way." Ren Ye replied.

"Good."

The little guy ran to the intersection of the road he came from, and carefully found a safe place to watch the fight.

Below the stage, Ren Ye felt the cool mountain breeze on his cheeks. His heart, which was as calm as water, suddenly became inexplicably excited and agitated at this moment. The aura of a fourth-grade cultivator that he had been intentionally suppressing suddenly surged out uncontrollably like a raging tide.

"boom!"

The dense and vast purple luck burst out from the body and soared into the sky, causing the sky and earth to have a violent glow of light and countless images.

When they entered the tomb, there were ninety-nine geniuses in total; but now, looking ahead, there are only three left competing.

The scenery along the way is clearly gathered in my mind at this moment. The blood and bones of those fellow travelers have built the high platform in front of me today. The howling mountain wind and the roar of unwillingness and regret will also witness today who will be the only one.

I've been walking for almost six years, isn't it just for this moment?!

Go on stage and draw your sword!

"boom!"

Ren Ye stepped onto the stage in a purple luck with a faint golden glow. With bright eyes, he stood in front of the young marquis and said softly, "Sui Shouren - the contemporary emperor accepts the challenge!"

In the five cities of Xianlan, countless pairs of eyes were looking at Ren Ye at this moment.

"Look, the descendant of the ancient emperor is on stage! Huh? Why do I feel that his aura has changed? Is this... did he get upgraded in the emperor's tomb? It seems that he has a lot of good fortune."

"The current emperor? Why is he dressed like a beggar? He didn't even prepare a proper set of clothes before the battle on top of the Emperor's Tomb today?"

"You know nothing. This is called a heavy sword without an edge, and the mind is extremely restrained. Look carefully, he has been promoted in the emperor's tomb, and his rank is the same as that of the young marquis. They are evenly matched. This battle will definitely go down in history and influence countless future generations."

"I don't know why, but I feel a lot more favorable towards the son of the Human Emperor today. He is a foreigner, but he has come this far in the land of Jiuli. It is truly admirable."

"Having him among the younger generation of the human race is not necessarily a bad thing."

"...!"

Perhaps everyone admires the strong, or perhaps King Huai was like an indestructible cockroach. He fought his way all the way from Jiuli Road to this place, but not only did he not die, he even stood on the highest peak. This aroused the admiration of the onlookers, so his "reputation" also underwent a subtle change quietly.

"boom!"

Suddenly, the headless man descended above the Return to Dust Arena, hovering in the air and announcing himself to the world.

[Announcement: The final winner of this competition will enter the Guichen Dojo, receive the blessing of heaven and earth, and the complete inheritance of the Great Emperor.]

[The Emperor and the Fate are connected, and the Emperor's mission is to escort the Fate into the Return to Dust Dojo. In this competition, if the Emperor wins, the Fate will receive the complete inheritance of the Great Emperor, and the Emperor will receive the special inheritance that the Great Emperor left here alone.]

[The one with the blood of Tian and the one with the blood of Cheng, no matter who wins in the end, will become the only one with the destiny and obtain the complete inheritance of the Great Emperor.]

[Return to Dust Arena: Each of the three can choose an opponent and be the first to enter the arena for the competition. The final winner will have three hours to rest and receive a Rejuvenating Pill from the Great Emperor. This pill allows the user to return to the peak in a very short time and compete fairly with the other person.]

[Rules: On the stage, life and death are possible. Giving up voluntarily will be considered as admitting defeat, and you will lose the qualification to enter the Guichen Dojo. ]

[Blood Guidance Exchange: As long as the Blood Guidance holder holds more than 99 Blood Guidances, he or she can receive the Great Emperor's blessing once regardless of victory or defeat, thereby obtaining a special Great Emperor inheritance reward.]

The magnificent voice floats among the people.

The headless man exuded an irresistible power of heaven and asked in a cold voice: "Do you two understand the rules?"

They both nodded at the same time.

"In that case, the Return to Dust Arena will be officially opened right now!"

The shout echoed, and the figure of the headless man suddenly disappeared.

On the stage, Ren Ye stood in the mountain breeze, slowly raised his right arm, and prepared to call upon the Human Emperor Sword for a full-scale battle.

He had never underestimated any opponent, let alone that man was the young marquis who had been crushing everyone in his way, so he was not going to hold back and only wanted to win with all his strength!

"Wait a moment!"

At this moment, the young marquis suddenly waved his hand, stretched out his neck somewhat embarrassedly, and asked the question that had puzzled him for a long time: "I have something I want to confirm, can you tell me?"

Ren Ye was slightly stunned, and said cunningly: "You can ask whatever you want, but I will answer at my discretion."

"You have concentrated your mind... in the Emperor Mirror? Concentrated your mind at the third level?" The young marquis's eyes were burning and his expression was frozen. He seemed to be nervously waiting for Ren Ye's answer.

You're asking me this? I thought you wanted me to ask if it was okay...

Ren Ye was a little surprised, but he answered honestly, "Yes."

“Then in the ominous mirror, when you conquered the East and West Mountains with one blow, were the ones you fought against two incarnations of gods?” the young marquis asked again.

Ren Ye looked at him calmly and nodded again: "Yes."

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire platform fell silent.

The two communicated through telepathy, so naturally people on earth could not hear them. From the perspective of outsiders, the two people just stood opposite each other, motionless.

Inside the Renjian Inn, Yin Hu was puzzled and asked, "What are they doing standing there like an idiot? Why don't they do anything?"

"You know shit. I think the two of them are just cultivating their will, and any move would be like thunder." Xu Bangzi expressed his slightly stupid guess.

On the stage, when the young marquis heard Ren Ye's answer, a trace of relief appeared in his eyes, and he nodded and said: "I guessed right, you really have concentrated your mind...!"

"To be honest, I have never considered anyone as my opponent, or someone with whom I must decide my fate. When I entered the Emperor's Tomb, I only looked ahead."

His hair was flying, and he said calmly, "But you are the only one who can truly affect my state of mind."

"the same as you."

Ren hesitated for a moment before replying with the same frankness.

The young marquis stood there with an upright posture. After a moment of contemplation, he said decisively: "I want to see your intention, the strongest intention, the strongest sword."

"??!"

Ren also frowned, but did not respond immediately.

"In addition to the rules of this arena, how about we set another rule?" The young marquis stared at Ren Ye with a scorching gaze: "Use the strongest power you have learned from the Emperor's Mirror and strike with one sword. If you can force me to fall out of the arena, then I lose."

"If I lose, I will voluntarily give up and not enter the Guichen Dojo. How do you think?"

He spoke decisively and looked at Ren Ye with an expectant expression.

When the young King Huai heard this, he was very surprised and puzzled. He said lightly, "The Beheaded Man did not say that falling off the ring would be considered a loss. He only said that you must either fight to the death or force your opponent to give up. So, this is not fair to you. The conditions are really a bit harsh."

"What's more, when cultivators fight, they are competing with each other in terms of their own foundation and state of mind. It would be unfair to determine the winner based solely on the strongest intention."

Today, King Huai wanted to win and prove himself, so he did not readily accept the young marquis's proposal that was beneficial to him.

"Because I want to win, that's why... I want to see your strongest intention!"

The young marquis' eyes were sharp and clear, and he insisted: "In this world, no one can suppress me! Even if it is the will of the ancient emperor's descendant, it is impossible!!"

This is a peerless genius with a proud heart and a mind as solid as a rock. He is arrogant and despises his peers, but deep down he has a sense of purity that is not tainted by the filth of the world.

He walked through the emperor's tomb without any calculations in his mind. He just kept breaking through his own shackles to see the sun, the moon, the heaven and the earth.

Such a person, when he comes here, just wants to see how amazing it will be when Ren Ye's enlightenment from the Emperor's Realm is transformed into the strongest sword!

Outside the Guichen Dojo where the great emperor fell, he broke that dazzling sword. Only then can he be called the only one.

Ren Ye had no aversion to the young marquis in his heart, and he felt that such a pure person was rare even in the world of cultivators.

For a moment, he felt a sense of mutual admiration, but due to his personal strength, he might not be able to meet the other party's requirements.

So, he pondered for a while, and replied with a little embarrassment: "Ahem... It's not that I don't want to follow the rules outside of these rules, but that state of mind, for me personally, is also mysterious and impermanent. I can't sense it all the time... I need to enter into a state of meditation and comprehend it, and try to cultivate my mind."

"I can wait for you!!!"

The young marquis stood with his hands behind his back: "Just keep your mind focused, and when you are ready, we will fight. No one can disturb you during this time!"

"Really... can it wait?"

Ren's eyes lit up.

"I always keep my word. If I say I will wait, I will wait no matter how long it takes."

The young marquis had a determined look.

"it is good!"

Little King Huai didn't waste any words. He just suddenly dispersed his purple luck, restrained his aura, and sat cross-legged on the spot.

Opposite, the young marquis also did not call out the treasure. He also bent down and sat down patiently, closing his eyes in the mountain, as if he was realizing something.

In the audience, Chu Jin was a little confused: "?? Why are these two sitting down!"

Three days passed in a flash, and there was still no movement on the Guichen Arena.

Twenty days passed in a flash, and the young marquis's beard had grown to his temples. He stared at Ren Ye with a dull look, thinking to himself, "That's... that's the talent? Can one achieve the third-grade concentration?"

Twenty-eight days passed in a flash, and Ren Ye sat on the high platform, regardless of the scorching sun, wind and rain, but he remained motionless, his breath gone, as if he was dead.

The young marquis could not bear it any longer, so he went downstairs to cover his body with an illusion and cleanse his face and take a bath.