CHAPTER 323: CHAPTER 319: THE ERA OF THE GREAT EMPEROR_1

Rhymes in Dao, an extremely important resource for cultivation, are quite formless and traceless, yet they can assist Martial Artists in cultivation and breaking through bottlenecks in a remarkable way. Since the arrival of the Spiritual Energy Tides, the Rhymes in Dao have become several times richer than before! In such a beneficial cultivation environment, many Martial Artists who practiced cultivation had breakthroughs, and the things they didn’t understand before became clear.

"So that’s it! I finally understand the Emperor’s Laws!" a Martial Artist at the peak of the Semi-Emperor stage exclaimed, ecstatic with joy. He hastily operated his Cultivation Technique to break through to the Great Emperor Realm. An immense amount of Spiritual Energy surged towards him from all around, forming a vortex. A faint presence of the Emperor’s Laws spread, causing the Void to tremble.

"Ancient Great Emperor Realm bottleneck, break for me!" In a sacred place, a slumbering Old Ancestor incessantly formed hand seals and, like a whale, frantically devoured Spiritual Energy. The Emperor’s Laws shrouded his body, containing earth-shattering energy and forming a spectacular sight.

"Long river of time and space, reign supreme through the ages!" Within Kylin’s sacred land, Old Ancestor Tianqilin sat cross-legged. A terrifying aura permeated his body, one the Void could hardly bear, showing faint signs of collapse. As he operated his Cultivation Technique, the surrounding time and space seemed to flow backward. The ancient Void continually transformed according to his will, exuding an indescribable, profound mystery.

"Palm controls time and space, reign supreme for eternity!" declared a middle-aged man with a steady and profound aura within the Lin Family’s sacred clan, slowly extending his right hand. He controlled the time and space within a thousand-foot radius, which continuously transformed, collapsed, and reorganized under his influence.

"Control cause and effect, origin eternal!" Within the Thunder Sound Temple, a buddha put his hands together. Myriad rays of Buddha’s light surrounded him. He appeared in the midst of the Void, yet it was as if he didn’t exist at all. Untainted by cause and effect, yet able to control it—this was an Origin Emperor!

"All laws converge to one, the Supreme Dao is supreme!" Inside the nine-layered Saint’s Court, a weathered old man roared. He became one with the Dao, gaining complete control over the laws. No longer bound by cause and effect, he could freely roam Heaven and Earth. Escaping from cause and effect, achieving Dao with oneself—this is the Supreme Emperor!

"Peeking into the Fairy footprints, my Dao is Chaos!" a man in a black robe in a mysterious valley muttered to himself. The Rhymes in Dao and the Power of Laws he emanated faintly transcended the mortal realm, revealing a supreme, transcendent aura. A first glimpse of the Immortal Dao, half a step to transcendence—this was the realm of the Chaos Emperor!

Old monsters who had slumbered for several eras broke through their original realms one after another. They advanced further on the path of questioning Dao, greatly extending their lifespans.

In addition to the great powers of the Emperor Realm, the remaining Martial Artists, particularly the young geniuses, saw a rapid rise in their cultivation. On the Immortal List, a genius broke through almost every day! Soul Martial Ancestor, ranked first, had already broken through three realms in a row, advancing to Sixth Turn Saint King. Dongfang Zhantian, ranked second, followed closely behind, breaking through three realms to advance to Fifth Turn Saint King. As for the young geniuses ranked further down, they had at least broken through one realm, with a few breaking through two.

"Chaos Heavenly Scripture, turn!" Within a fragment of the Immortal Realm, Qin Wudao sat in a secret room, rapidly operating the "Chaos Heavenly Scripture," converting the surging Spiritual Energy into strands of gray gas. Fortunately, no powerful experts were present; otherwise, they would have been utterly astonished, for this gray gas was far more potent than Spiritual Energy. One strand of gray gas was equivalent to 10,000 strands of ordinary Spiritual Energy!

BANG!

A low, muffled sound echoed as two golden dragons emerged from Qin Wudao’s body. The aura they emitted was several times stronger than before. The Void within a ten-foot radius completely shattered.

I’ve reached the Fourth Turn Saint King. First, I should refine my Spiritual Energy, then I will break through! Qin Wudao took a deep breath, feeling his Spiritual Energy was somewhat unstable, so he abandoned the plan to continue breaking through. If his cultivation level were known by others, it would undoubtedly cause a sensation. He clearly possessed the cultivation of a Fourth Turn Saint King, yet the Immortal List only displayed him as a Second Turn Saint King.

In less than ten days, I’ve actually broken through two realms? In a courtyard within Lin’an City, a middle-aged man looked completely astonished. In just ten short days, he had broken through from the mid-stage of the Heavenly Realm to its peak. Such an exaggerated cultivation speed made him feel as if he were dreaming!

No wonder His Majesty ordered the city closed for cultivation. I will not let down His Majesty’s painstaking efforts. I will strive to break through to the Saint Realm and then join the army to serve the country! The middle-aged man quickly composed himself, closed his eyes to cultivate, and began a new sprint.

The people living east of the Great Brightness Realm benefited hugely. Martial Artists with lower realms broke through several levels consecutively. People living west of the Great Brightness Realm, who had not followed the court’s orders, were now stunned. They missed the beginning of the Spiritual Energy Tides and lost the most crucial step. Although they entered seclusion to cultivate in time, they still couldn’t catch up to the people east of the Great Brightness Realm. This caused many Martial Artists deep regret!

As time passed, the natural disasters caused by the Spiritual Energy Tides completely ended, and all living beings began to cultivate. The continent fell into a deathly silence. There was no clamor, much less any fighting.

Ten days passed, then twenty, then thirty...

RUMBLE~

After an unknown period, thunderclouds began to appear in the sky, and Heavenly Tribulations descended. This indicated that people were advancing to the Emperor Realm or breaking through to even higher realms. No one knew how many Martial Artists had broken through to the Emperor Realm! But one thing was certain: the Primitive Continent had entered the Era of Great Emperors. Any force without an Emperor Realm Martial Artist could be declared eliminated. The fate awaiting them was either destruction or becoming vassals.

「Half a year later,」

The initially dark sky started to brighten, and the Rhymes in Dao and Spiritual Energy filling the Void gradually thinned!

「Another month passed,」

The Spiritual Energy Tides fully ended, and the exceptional cultivation environment returned to normal. Even so, the Spiritual Energy and Rhymes in Dao in the Void were several times richer than before the Spiritual Energy Tides’ arrival.

"Damn it, I was just one step away!" A Martial Artist at the peak of the Semi-Emperor Realm opened his eyes, pounding the ground, his face filled with懊恼 (annoyance/regret). He was a Martial Artist from a previous era. His cultivation talent was slightly better than that of an average prodigy but far from reaching a monstrous level, so he had failed to break through. There were quite a few Martial Artists like him!

"Has it ended? What a pity. I only broke through three realms!" a Martial Artist in the Saint Realm lamented. However, the slightly raised corners of his mouth indicated his current pleasure.

Soon, the mainland returned to its previous hustle and bustle. Martial Artists who had been in seclusion emerged onto the streets, many bragging about their progress. They would mock those weaker than themselves and secretly curse those who were stronger.

"Hoo!" In the secret chamber, Qin Wudao let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and muttered to himself, "Sixth Turn Saint King, not bad!"

After resting for a while, he left the secret chamber and the Immortal Realm fragment, stood in the palace, and looked up at the sky. On the floating Immortal Realm fragment, Dongfang Zhantian ranked first with the cultivation of an Eighth Turn Saint King. Soul Martial Ancestor, who previously held the top spot, was now second with the cultivation of a Seventh Turn Saint King.

Scanning the top ten names on the Immortal List, Qin Wudao began to look for his own. His gaze finally landed in the middle of the Immortal List, and a smile touched his lips.

Ranked 361st, Qin Wudao, Third Turn Saint King Realm!