Of course, Xiao Chen, who was among the human race, could not hear some of the discussions on the top of the mountain. He could only spread all his spiritual consciousness from such a distance.
Wearing the cloak was mainly to avoid some trouble. Xiao Chen didn't want people from the other three king families to know his whereabouts.
As for what Ying Qiong was thinking, Xiao Chen didn't know and was too lazy to think about it.
On the contrary, Xiao Chen remembered the discussions of some martial saints around him one by one, and after a while, he understood a lot more about the St. Mark Monument.
As long as a warrior comes within a hundred meters of the Stigmata Monument, he will feel a huge pressure. This pressure comes from the mysterious power inside the stele.
Pressure is not invisible pressure. It will not only affect the warrior's spirit, but also restrict the warrior's lift into the air. The higher he rises, the greater the suppression he will receive.
The higher the name is engraved on the stone tablet, the more impressive the warrior himself will be.
But it doesn't mean that your name can be engraved on it just because you fly high. Engraving words on a stone tablet is not a simple matter.
In the past when the Stigmata Monument appeared, there were many ambitious people who wanted to carve their names higher and blindly increased the height of their flight.
But when they were carving their names, they couldn't bear the pressure. They were pushed back before they finished writing, and they missed the opportunity to leave their names.
After carving your name on the stele, it will not disappear forever. If the warrior does not become an emperor later, the name you left on the stele will disappear invisible after a thousand years.
If you climb to the top and become the Martial Emperor, the name you inscribe will turn purple and will disappear after five thousand years.
Only when you become the King and the Great Emperor and your name becomes golden can it last forever, stay with the monument and never disappear.
Under the hood, Xiao Chen looked at the stone tablet that was blocked by the barrier and couldn't see clearly, with a look of interest in his eyes.
The stone monument is only a thousand feet long. If it were not erected on the mountainside, its height of more than three thousand meters would be ordinary among the many famous mountains in Kunlun.
But just such a stone tablet records all the powerful men with names in the 100,000 years of the martial arts era.
A stone tablet is a Kunlun.
At this moment, the barrier completely disappeared, and the Thousand-Zhang St. Mark Monument revealed its true appearance. From a distance of several hundred meters, each name on the stone monument could be seen clearly.
The first thing that catches the eye is the tall stone tablet with golden names. These names shine under the refraction of the sun.
A name is a legend. When seeing the golden name of a warrior of his own race, no matter who it is, yearning, admiration, admiration and pride will surge out of his heart.
Xiao Chen was also attracted by these golden names at first glance, but when he looked at them for the second time, he focused his attention on the lower part of the fallen stone tablet.
Compared with those golden names that have attracted much attention, these names below have received almost no attention.
But those names were piled densely together, hundreds of times more numerous than the golden names, like the bottom cornerstone of a pyramid.
His eyes moved upward little by little. The higher he looked, the denser the pile of names became. After reaching one thousand meters, at most ten names will be engraved on a row.
On the stone tablet, which is more than one meter wide, it appears to be very sparse. This one kilometer is also a dividing point. Only after one kilometer can you vaguely see some purple names.
Two thousand meters away is another dividing point. Looking up, there are all purple names, and occasionally you can find a golden name.
The golden light is shining. Even in the purple name, this golden luster is extremely conspicuous. When it appears, people will immediately notice him and forget about the existence around him.
Keeping his eyes moving upward, Xiao Chen's eyes were fixed on a place three thousand meters away. There were only two names standing side by side, one was Thunder Emperor and the other was Qing Emperor.
There are still three hundred meters above, where the highest point of the entire stele is, but there is a hundred meters above Qingdi that is completely blank.
There are no names, but after a hundred meters, there is a large area of golden names, arranged so densely that one is stunned.
There are almost twenty names in one row, which is as dense as the row of names at the bottom.
Anyone who knows the history of Kunlun Realm’s martial arts era will not be surprised by such strange phenomena.
One stone tablet represents the entire Kunlun. This is not too much fiction. One hundred meters above the Qingdi, there are those densely packed names.
What it represents is the pinnacle of the ancient martial arts era, a glorious era when emperors were like clouds, saints were walking around the streets, and kings and emperors were emerging one after another.
The blank space of a hundred meters after that shows that after the Battle of the Wild Emperor, all races have become weak, their strength has dropped sharply, and the era of peak martial arts is gone forever.
It was not until ten thousand years ago that the Qing Emperor, known as the most powerful king in the post-ancient period, came into being that he carved his own name at the three thousand meters mark where no name had been carved for tens of thousands of years.
Compared with the ancients, there is still a big gap. In that magnificent era, even the Qing Emperor could not touch the names in myths.
But the taboo names of Qing Emperor and Thunder Emperor still greatly surpassed the taboo names of many kings and emperors in the past ten thousand years.
A hundred meters below their names was a blank space without any names. After a hundred meters, you can vaguely see some purple and gold names.
Compared with Qing Emperor, Lei Emperor's golden name is much dimmer. Qing Emperor's name is as dazzling as the stars, while Lei Emperor's name is just ordinary golden color.
After seeing so many names, Xiao Chen guessed that the luster of the names might be related to personal strength. The Thunder Emperor died mysteriously not long after he became the Great King, and his strength was naturally not comparable to that of the Qing Emperor at his peak.
Seeing the two names appearing side by side, Xiao Chen couldn't help but feel even more pity for the Thunder Emperor. If there were no accidents, the current Thunder Emperor might really be the second Qing Emperor.
Rows of densely packed golden names were about a hundred meters long. When we reached the top of the Stigmata Monument, which was a hundred meters away, there was not a single name in sight.
Only vague traces can be seen. Who left those traces and when they were left.
Where these people went and where they are now has always been a mystery in the Kunlun world. Many people have speculated that those who can leave traces at the highest point may have become the legendary God of War.
But in this world, no one has ever seen the Martial God, and the legends about the Martial God are only records dedicated to him. Most of the records are still oral accounts that cannot be verified, and there are no examples.
The God of War is still an illusory legend to all warriors.
The shock that the Stigmata Monument brought to everyone present could not be eradicated for a long time. Looking at this stone monument felt like experiencing the entire history of the Martial Arts Era.
After a long time, someone came back to his senses, jumped slightly, came to the stone tablet, and wanted to carve his name on it.
Under the premise of guaranteeing a quota, naturally the higher the name can be engraved, the better. Everyone will have a little bit of vanity and comparison.
The number of people eager to try continues to increase, and the one-kilometer cut-off point is quickly broken, and each name continues to refresh the height of others.
But after half a day, no one was able to break through the two-thousand-meter dividing point.
There were several middle-aged warriors who wanted to give it a try, but ended up failing. They vomited blood and fell to the ground. They also lost the qualification to enter the Stigmata Monument.
A figure flickered and landed at the bottom of the St. Mark Monument. Seeing this person's appearance, the other warriors who were about to leave their names immediately stopped their movements and focused on him.
"Kong Yuan, the grandson of the Mauryan King, appears. It seems that he is the first to break the 2,000-meter record today."
"Every name that reaches two thousand meters will be named Martial Emperor. This person has soaked in the Tianlu Divine Spring and will definitely become an emperor within a hundred years. The distance of two thousand meters seems to be no difficulty for him."
"I just don't know how far he can go beyond two thousand meters. Back then, the Mauryan King seemed to have left his name at two thousand five hundred meters."
"The higher you fly, the greater the pressure. If you don't travel ten meters from two thousand meters, the pressure will increase exponentially. It is a difficult problem for anyone to leave your name hanging in the air."
"It's hard to say how high he can reach."
As the first young warrior to appear, Kong Yuan attracted much attention. Not only the warriors present looked over, but the warriors watching the excitement on the mountains in all directions also focused their attention.
Whoops!
Kong Yuan didn't hesitate much, just tiptoed, and immediately took off, feeling no pressure within a thousand meters. After passing one thousand meters, his face became serious and his speed dropped significantly.
After 1,500 meters, the two thick eyebrows were deeply drawn together. It was obvious that the pressure was not low.
But Kong Yuan was Kong Yuan after all, and he lived up to expectations and came to the two-thousand-meter dividing point. Many warriors from the Demon Clan all showed a smile on their faces.
However, Kong Yuan had no intention of stopping and continued to rise. At this moment, Kong Yuan saw that his facial features were almost twisted together and his teeth were clenched.
His forehead was covered with sweat, and every ten meters he climbed was extremely difficult. The people in the demon clan couldn't help but sweat, and began to get nervous for him.
After reaching an altitude of 2,500 meters with great difficulty, Kong Yuan saw a familiar name. That was his grandfather, one of the only two remaining kings in the Demon Realm.
With his brows slightly relaxed, Kong Yuan showed a smile, hovered in the air, with a dagger in his hand, and carved his name on the side of the Peacock King one stroke at a time.
Stone chips flew into the air, light shone, and the people of the demon clan gave thunderous cheers.
When the last stroke was carved, a beam of light penetrated into his body, eliminating the pressure he was experiencing.
In the eyes of everyone in the demon clan, who were looking at heroes, Kong Yuan slowly landed on the ground,
"As soon as he appeared on the stage, he was on par with Maurya. Today's young generation is really unbelievable."
Kong Yuan, who was the first of the younger generation to appear, achieved such a high level. Not only did the people in the demon clan feel extremely happy, but other outsiders were also slightly moved.
"Haha, I have the nerve to show off such a height, I don't know what it means." While everyone in the demon clan was rejoicing, an inappropriate voice sounded.