The Kunlun Mountains stretch endlessly from east to west, spanning the entire Xuanyu. In addition to the main peak that Xiao Chen has been to, there are countless secondary peaks.
Even if it takes ten years, there is no way to walk all the way from the peak. The Stigmata Monument is erected in it. It is an exaggeration to describe the relationship between dripping water and lakes. It is simply difficult to follow.
Xiao Chen was a little lucky that Ying Qiong was following him in this trip. Otherwise, even if he wanted to find out how to get there, he would have gone around and spent a lot of time.
Among the endless mountain peaks, there is a towering stone monument erected on a plain mountainside that looks very ordinary.
In the four directions, there are many peaks of different heights, but all of them are more than 5,000 meters high. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and there are endless birds.
On various hills, many warriors of various races were stopped. From a glance, they were all warriors with martial saint cultivation, and many of them were not even low-grade martial saints.
Each aura is long and deep, and they should be some idle older martial saints, or elders from various sects' families. The main reason for coming here is to see how far the younger generations have grown.
For them, no matter how famous it is, no matter how great it is, it is not as real as the Stigmata Monument.
Can it be carved up, how high can it be carved, can it surpass some famous and powerful people in history who have been famous for centuries.
This can truly prove that your talent is extraordinary, otherwise you will be a fake genius, and your reputation will be nothing more than a false name.
Because throughout the ages, famous geniuses in history have engraved their names on it, and history has proven their glory.
Their deeds that are comparable to legends further highlight the extraordinaryness of the Stigmata Monument, making the Stigmata Monument's reputation grow bigger and bigger.
At the foot of the Stigmata Monument, more warriors gathered. Counting carefully, there were no less than three thousand. Without exception, their cultivation levels are at the level of low-grade martial saints. These are all warriors waiting to leave their names on the Stigma Monument.
However, at a glance, most of them are middle-aged people, there are even many old people, and there are very few young people.
But on the top of the mountains, the senior masters, as well as some martial emperors who came just to watch the excitement, all set their sights on the younger generation among them.
There is no other reason. These young people are the protagonists of the opening of the Stigma Monument. The old men and middle-aged martial saints are all foils.
Even if you are unwilling, you cannot change this fact.
A warrior who can become a low-level Martial Saint at the age of less than thirty must be a monster-level genius who will only appear in films during the golden age of warriors.
In ordinary times, if one appears, he will immediately become a peerless genius leading an era.
These people look young, but fighting across ranks is very easy, let alone ordinary low-level martial saints in the late stage.
Even if a mid-level Martial Saint comes, there is nothing you can do to win over these young people in a single fight. If you are not careful, your horse will lose its footing and the boat will capsize, and your reputation will be ruined.
A hundred meters away around the stone monument, there is a layer of faint golden barrier that prevents others from approaching.
The thickness and energy of the barrier are weakening little by little at a speed visible to the naked eye. When it completely disappears, it can start to leave a name.
Xiao Chen and Ying Qiong each wore a cloak to hide their identities, blending in with the crowd and looking around.
Among the younger generation, very few people came, only four of them, and only one of them was known to Xiao Chen himself. Emperor Wuque, Wang Can, Kong Yuan and the others seemed to have not arrived yet.
That person was Yan Shisan. He was dressed in black, holding a Heavenly Ice Sword in his hand. He stood on one side with a stern expression, his eyes always fixed on the St. Mark Monument.
After spending many years in the semi-saint realm, and getting an opportunity like the Tianlu Divine Spring, Yan Shisan became a saint, which was not beyond Xiao Chen's expectations.
The other four people, Xiao Chen got to know after Ying Qiong's introduction, were all geniuses from other foreign races, and their forces were somewhat similar to those of the human king family.
Xiao Chen paid great attention to one of the men with bare arms. If he saw it correctly, this man was taking the path of physical sanctification.
With his physical body alone, he directly rose to the realm of martial saint. After asking Ying Qiong, he found out that this person's name was Kuidou and he was from the Corpse Clan.
The ancestor of the family is the famous Iron Hand King in the Xuan Territory. He is a legendary figure who has cultivated himself to become a king by relying solely on his physical body. However, he has already left the Corpse Temple and took root in the Xuan Territory alone with his family.
As for the other three, they didn't have a very deep impression on Xiao Chen. Of course, that doesn't mean they weren't great, but they didn't leave a particularly outstanding impression on Xiao Chen.
There is no doubt that no one who can become a saint before the age of thirty will be a small person.
"Kong Yuan, the descendant of the Peacock King, has arrived." Ying Qiong suddenly spoke up and said, "The person with him seems to be Yuan Xu, the descendant of the Linghu King."
Xiao Chen looked over and saw a handsome man in blue next to Kong Yuan. The man's appearance had the unique beauty of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox.
He was a bit more handsome than Xuan Yu that Xiao Chen had seen before, but he had the blood of a king circulating in him. It diluted the feminine aura of the Silver Moon Spirit Fox clan itself, making him look more attractive.
"It is said that he is stronger than Kong Yuan. The last time Tianlu Divine Spring was opened, he happened to be at the critical moment of breaking through the fifth end and was unable to come." Ying Qiong introduced Xiao Chen in a low voice.
Among the five major clans, the demon clan has the largest number and is indeed the weakest, because there are only two kings in it, one is the Peacock King and the other is the Spirit Fox King.
As soon as the descendants of the two kings and emperors came here, the demon warrior saints at the scene followed the two men and stood behind them.
The Spirit Fox King and the Peacock King are respected in the demon realm, and their descendants are naturally also widely respected. They have attracted much attention from their fellow tribesmen and have high hopes. They hope that they can give the demon tribe a voice and engrave their names higher.
Whoosh!
There was a gloomy wind above the head, and eight uncertain ghosts descended, carrying a white sedan chair. They were the top figures of the younger generation of the ghost clan.
Qingcheng, a famous girl from the ghost tribe who had scared Xiao Chen once, walked out. After she came out, three more men and women appeared in the sedan.
She thought that all the peerless monsters from the younger generation of the Ghost Clan were brought here along the way. The Ghost Clan had only a small number of people, but four of them came at once, which also proved from the side that they were stronger than the Monster Clan.
A group of low-level martial saints belonging to the ghost tribe also came behind these four people, gathered together, and started talking in low voices.
If you don't come, that's it. This young generation of evil characters won't stop once they come.
After a while, the younger generations of the corpse clan and the younger generation of the human race rushed over almost at the same time. From the Corpse Clan, Xiao Chen only recognized one Wang Can who had fought with him, and he didn't know the rest. He had only met him once in the Tianlu Divine Spring Pool.
On the human side, all the people who came were old acquaintances. As expected, the Three Holy Sons relied on the opportunity of the Tianlu Divine Spring to break the bottleneck that had been troubled for many years and became a saint in one fell swoop.
In addition, among the original seven giants, Bai Wuxue, An Junxi, and Shui Lingling, who had soaked in the Tianlu Divine Spring, also relied on this opportunity to become saints in one fell swoop.
Xiao Chen secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it weren't for the Saint-breaking Pill that could make him a saint in advance, he would have been surpassed by all these people.
After all, he only stayed in the semi-saint realm for less than a year. Compared with people like An Junxi who stayed at least four or five years, his accumulation of knowledge was less.
There is no way to break the bottleneck directly by relying on the divine spring of dew and the opportunity to improve one's basic understanding.
If he is given a year, he can still become a saint without the Saint-Breaking Pill, which is no worse than these people. However, I am afraid that the day lily will be cold by then, and the Stigmata Monument will not be opened until ten years later.
Whoops!
A golden light flashed, and Di Wuque, the white-haired goddess, and thirteen low-level Martial Saints from the God Clan landed on the scene.
The light flickered, suddenly attracting the attention of all the warriors from all races on the mountain top.
The only remaining warriors from the God Clan had a slightly fanatical look on their faces, and they quickly flew to gather behind Di Wuque and the others.
Xiao Chen was a little surprised. The power of the Gods was a bit ridiculous. Emperor Wuque and the white-haired goddess had already become saints and now had the cultivation of a low-grade peak martial saint.
Leaving aside these two people, the other thirteen people who soaked in the Tianlu Divine Spring last time actually all became saints.
Moreover, the number of people on their side was obviously larger than that of warriors from other races.
"It's strange. Didn't the human race say that descendants of the Qing Emperor appeared? Why didn't I see them? Could it be that they were not sanctified?"
Seeing that the golden barrier in front of the Stigmata Monument was getting weaker and weaker, and the geniuses and monsters of all races had arrived, but Xiao Chen was still missing, many people began to mutter to themselves in confusion.