Thunder Palace, Tianxing Peak.
"Are you sure that Long Aotian's servant who is at the ninth level of the Half-Saint level is the Thunder Spirit King?"
Zhan Tianxing asked while staring at Tang Yao and Lu Hun below, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Previously in Shenxiao Valley, Zhan Tianxing and Lei Lingwang had a fierce battle because of Lingxiao. At that time, Lingxiao used the alias Hu Qing, a disciple of Lei Palace, but in the end he decided to take advantage of the situation and released Lei Lingwang, causing Zhan Tianxing to be seriously injured and have to flee from Shenxiao Palace.
After Zhan Tianxing returned to the Temple of War God, he found out through investigation that there was no such person as Hu Qing in the Temple of Thunder. That Hu Qing was most likely Long Aotian. At this moment, Long Aotian had another servant who was a half-saint of the ninth level, which completely confirmed that Hu Qing was Long Aotian.
After suffering such a great loss at the hands of Long Aotian, even King Lei Ling has now become Long Aotian's slave. The inheritance of Saint Shenxiao may also fall into Long Aotian's hands. Zhan Tianxing hates Ling Xiao to the extreme.
“Brother Zhan, that servant who reached the ninth level of Half Sainthood is indeed the Thunder Spirit King, and he even used the Divine Sky World-Destroying Thunder Dao. He said it himself was the inheritance of the Divine Sky Saint! I didn’t expect that Long Aotian is so lucky that even the God of War came out to protect him!”
Tang Yao's face looked extremely ugly, and she said with some reluctance.
"You are wrong! Lord God of War is not protecting him, he just doesn't want a conflict between the Law Enforcement Hall, Thunder Hall and War Hall! This Long Aotian really deserves to die!"
Zhan Tianxing said indifferently.
"Young Master Zhan, Long Aotian deserves to die. He has condensed the Immortal Tribulation Seed and he must be trying to compete with you for the control of the Fantian Seal. You can't be careless!" Lu Hun said hurriedly.
"The Fantian Seal is mine, no one can take it away! Let him live for another month. After a month, I will take control of the Fantian Seal and become the master of the Battle Hall. That will be the day Long Aotian dies!"
Zhan Tianxing said indifferently, with a hint of cold murderous intent in his eyes.
The Nine-Turn Half-Saint Lei Ling King is strong, but if he could wield the Fantian Seal, the mere Lei Ling King could be destroyed with a simple move. Moreover, as the lord of the War Hall, it would naturally be extremely easy for him to deal with a mere Long Aotian.
…
The Nine-Layered Imperial Palace, beneath a mountain shrouded in chaotic mist, is filled with waterfalls, flowing springs, exotic flowers and plants, making it seem like a fairyland.
A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood respectfully in front of the waterfall.
"Ancestor, I have found out that the murderer who killed Huang Wuji was a disciple of the War God Temple! It should be Zhan Tianxing from the Thunder Temple. Huang Wuji died in the Shenxiao Valley, and the aura he left behind before his death proves that it was Zhan Tianxing who fought with him!
And there is something even stranger. The Red Lotus Valley of the Ghost Demon Clan was wiped out by someone, and the person who did it claimed to be Huang Wuji, but he only had the cultivation base of the Divine King Realm, and he also had a subordinate who was a 9th-turn half-saint. That’s why the Ghost Demon Clan would take crazy revenge on my Nine-Layered Imperial Palace! But Zhan Tianxing was clearly a 6th-turn half-saint. This is quite strange, and I can’t quite figure it out!”
The middle-aged man in purple robe said slowly.
"Zhan Tianxing? The man who calls himself Huang Wuji? Can you identify the man who calls himself Huang Wuji?"
A cold and old voice came from the waterfall.
"Don't worry, ancestor. This time, the emperor personally took action and not only destroyed the clone of the ghost demon saint, but also captured a ghost demon who was at the ninth level and half saint. The emperor has handed him over to me to deal with. This ghost demon's ninth level and half saint is called Gui Li. He has fought with the man who calls himself Huang Wuji before, so he must be able to recognize him!"
The middle-aged man in purple robe said confidently.
"Very good! In one month, I will come out of seclusion and visit the Temple of War God. Whoever killed Huang Wuji will pay with his life!"
The old voice was extremely ethereal, but it contained a burning murderous intent.
"yes!"
The middle-aged man in purple robe felt a chill in his heart and lowered his head quickly.
…
Ling Xiao had been sitting cross-legged in the belly of Zhan Mountain for nine days and nine nights.
In his sea of consciousness, the inheritance mark of the Fantian Seal contained the tremendous power of the Fantian Seal. Ling Xiao could even feel an aura from it that far surpassed the Saint Way, as if even a saint could be easily torn to pieces by that aura.
"Is this... the supreme imperial power?"
Ling Xiao slowly opened his eyes, a look of extreme shock in his eyes.
The saints have grasped the origin of the great Dao, their words become laws, and they have the power to destroy the heavens and the earth at will. The only thing that can tear a saint into pieces easily is the legendary supreme imperial power, which is the power of the great emperor!
Although the Fantian Seal is a replica of the Zhantian Seal, it has incorporated a ray of the Zhantian Seal's supreme imperial power, giving it all kinds of mysterious powers.
Moreover, after Ling Xiao obtained the inheritance mark of the Fantian Seal, he discovered that there was some kind of strange connection between the Fantian Seal and the Wanjiebumie Holy Law, and that it could repeatedly devour endless calamity energy, which was extremely terrifying.
No wonder Liu Wen Zheng told Ling Xiao that only after condensing the Immortal Tribulation Seed would he be more confident in communicating and controlling the Fantian Seal.
Because the Fantian Seal seemed to contain the origin of calamity energy, Ling Xiao's Immortal Calamity Seed could feel the power of that origin even more. Using the Immortal Calamity Seed as a medium, he could communicate with the Fantian Seal.
However, the Fantian Seal was now absorbing and discharging the energy of heaven and earth, forming a vast energy storm. Ling Xiao was unable to get close to the Fantian Seal and could only rely on this mark to sense a trace of the Fantian Seal's power.
"It seems that you have already refined the inheritance mark of Fantian Seal. Are you sure?"
Liu Wen Zheng had been protecting Ling Xiao, and when he saw Ling Xiao waking up, he couldn't help but smile.
"Brother, don't worry. I'm sure of it!"
Ling Xiao smiled slightly, with a hint of fiery sharpness in his eyes, looking at the thousand-foot-high sacred mountain in the endless sea in the distance. That was the main body of the Fantian Seal. Now the energy storm around it had weakened a lot, and the full picture of the Fantian Seal could be vaguely seen.
It was a huge black ancient seal, emitting an eternal and immortal light. It floated in the endless storm of divine light, and the void in all directions was shaking violently.
"Hahaha... Great! Let's go!"
Liu Wen Zheng smiled happily, his eyes full of anticipation.
He has been waiting for this day for millions of years.
Although the War Hall is weak today, as long as the Fantian Seal is there, the War Hall will never perish. And as long as Ling Xiao can master the Fantian Seal and become the master of the War Hall, it is conceivable that it is only a matter of time before the War Hall regains its former glory.
Ling Xiao and Liu Wen Zheng left the belly of Zhan Mountain, and the Battle Hall was sealed again. They just had to wait for the energy storm around Fantian Seal to subside completely. Then they could choose to communicate with Fantian Seal and try to control it.
(End of this chapter)