Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 870 - 865: Luo Yan’s Shock

The Ninth Heaven!

With the opening of the ’God-Devil Cemetery’, powerful figures from the eighth and seventh heavens gathered, making the once rare sight of powerful warriors almost as common as cabbages.

Standing on the ground and gazing up at the sky, one can often see experts above the Immortal King Realm traversing Changkong, flying towards the extreme of the heavens.

It arouses the envy of countless creatures.

"There are quite a few strong warriors!"

Two days later, Qin Wudao arrived in front of the spatial vortex of the God-Devil Cemetery, looking around, he saw strong warriors everywhere, unable to help sighing.

Within a thousand miles, there were at least a hundred Immortal Kings and several Immortal Emperors.

This is not surprising; only the top thousand forces can go to the God-Devil Cemetery. With their long history, who doesn’t have an Immortal Emperor sitting in their sect?

Prodigies are the future of the clan.

So strong warriors from various clans moved out with Immortal Emperor-level protectors to avoid dangers on the way.

The powerful aura erupted.

Causing the vast starry sky to be divided into hundreds of areas.

At the center of each area sat a strong figure, surrounded by immortal light, with an imposing aura like a mountain, constructing individual domains.

The warriors in the outer areas were evidently weaker than those in the inner areas.

Qin Wudao led his people, traversing through each domain, catching the attention of many powerful warriors.

Many neutral clans, upon seeing they were humans, ignored them, allowing them to pass by default.

However, some clans with grudges against humans glared coldly, with some even blocking their path. Yet, these people were brutally suppressed by the Merciless Great Emperor, spitting blood and severely wounded.

After the Merciless Great Emperor took action, the clans behind became very well-behaved.

An Immortal Emperor.

Enough to crush most clans.

Only the top fifty clans have martial artists with Immortal Emperors sitting in their ranks.

After a short while.

Qin Wudao arrived outside the spatial vortex.

An area spanning ten thousand miles was occupied only by the top ten clans’ prodigies.

"Alright, I have escorted you to your destination. The journey ahead is up to you now!"

The Merciless Great Emperor stopped and spoke calmly.

As his words fell, his body gradually faded away, disappearing without a trace, leaving behind a weighty voice echoing in Qin Wudao’s ear: "Be wary of the Celestial Vortex’s emperor heir, he has broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm!"

Great Luo Golden Immortal!

Qin Wudao’s gaze sharpened, shaken to the core.

If he remembered correctly, it has been less than forty years since the Celestial Vortex’s emperor heir’s birth, and he has already broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm?

That’s terrifying!

"No wonder he possesses the ’Chaotic God-Demon’ aura!"

Instinctively, Qin Wudao looked towards the Celestial Vortex camp.

Three thousand miles away, there was a vast demon cloud stretching over a hundred miles, with fourteen hundred vigorous prodigies standing, demonic energy surging, terrifying aura swirling, shaking the heavens.

Among them stood a young man in golden robes, with a blurred face, surrounded by chaotic power, imposing aura suppressing the void.

As if he were the lord of the world.

Seemingly sensing Qin Wudao’s gaze, the young man in golden robes looked up.

When their eyes met, a battle intent surged, causing the starry sky to distort and emit a ’crack’ sound, as if ready to collapse at any moment.

After a few breaths, both sides withdrew their gaze simultaneously.

"As expected, he is the heart’s worry for my clan!"

The Tianwu heir muttered to himself, a touch of killing intent flashing in his eyes, sneering repeatedly.

He acknowledged Qin Wudao was indeed formidable, qualified to be his opponent, but nothing more, not enough to make him fearful.

Then, he slightly closed his eyes, casting Qin Wudao aside, a dying man not worth much attention.

"Such terrifying power!"

Qin Wudao murmured, his eyes also revealing a chilling killing intent.

The Tianwu heir wanted to kill him.

How could he not want the same?

A prodigy with ’Chaotic God-Demon’ qualifications posed too great a threat to humanity and must be eradicated as soon as possible.

Lv Bu, Xiang Yu, Zhao Yun, and others also sized up the surrounding prodigies, their eyes bright, battle intent surging, their blood boiling. They were eager to have an exhilarating battle with the prodigies present.

"Is this the ’Purple God-Star’ of humanity?"

Further away, in the Holy Clan’s camp.

A prodigy cloaked in immortal light, with eyes as calm as water, gazed at Qin Wudao with a condescending look.

His gaze was like a sword.

Trying to pierce through Qin Wudao, to see clearly!

He was the Saint Heir of the Holy Clan, Holy Taixu!

"So many strong warriors!"

"I like it!"

In a certain camp filled with overflowing battle intent, a burly young warrior of the War Clan, wielding a dark staff, his muscles like dragons, stared fixedly at Qin Wudao, his eyes burning, gulping feverishly. An uninformed person might have thought he was gazing at a peerless beauty.

This person was the young clan leader of the War Clan, named War Wasteland Ancient.

A young man who lived for battle and worshipped the strong.

Apart from cultivating and fighting, he had no interest in anything else in the world.

"Your Majesty!"

At this moment, Luo Yan, accompanied by Gan Qian and Gan Kun, came forward with respect and saluted.

In this meeting, all three carried respect in their eyes.

This respect was not the perfunctory kind from when they first surrendered to the Qin Dynasty but was sincere, clearly indicating that the battle thirty years ago had conquered them.

"Rise!"

Qin Wudao raised his hand, carefully observing the three. Although they had not broken through to the Great Luo Golden Immortal Realm, their auras were much more vigorous than thirty years ago.

He had anticipated this.

Great Luo Golden Immortal is the most crucial hurdle in one’s cultivation journey.

Crossing this hurdle means leaping like a fish over the dragon gate!

But only a small number of beings can break through smoothly; most prodigies struggle for a long time.

Luo Yan and the others rose and joined the ranks of the Qin Dynasty officials.

However, after joining the queue, Luo Yan’s gaze was again drawn to someone, and that was Zhang Sanfeng.

"Such a terrifying Heavenly Fate Power!"

Luo Yan’s gaze sharpened as the vast Heavenly Fate Power surged while her fingers pinched and deduced Zhang Sanfeng’s origins.

"Young lady, it’s not a good habit to pry into others’ secrets without permission!"

Zhang Sanfeng, standing in the front row, seemingly sensing something, silently appeared behind Luo Yan and said blandly.

An overwhelmingly immense power of Heavenly Fate erupted from within him, dispersing Luo Yan’s manipulated Heavenly Fate Power, sealing off the horizon of this world from being discovered by anyone.

"What?"

Luo Yan was secretly startled. She was discovered?

She rubbed her eyes, looking at the white-haired Taoist in front, then at Zhang Sanfeng behind her, showing an incredulous expression.

Tianming True Body!

The means of a Level Seven Tianming Master, utilizing Heavenly Fate Power to forge a physical body to withstand the backlash of fate.

Using Tianming Divine Skills for divination, fortune-telling, etc., is considered against heaven, not as severe as defying the heavens, but excessive use still results in backlash.

To avoid backlash, Tianming Masters thought to condense avatars, specifically to resist disasters and reduce self-damage.

This method proved successful!

But to condense a Tianming True Body, at least a Level Seven Tianming Master is required!

"You..."

Luo Yan’s voice was a bit stammering.

The shabby old Taoist in front of her was actually a Senior Tianming Master?

"Level Eight Tianming Master, Zhang Sanfeng!"

"Are you interested in cultivating, learning Taoism with this humble Taoist?"

Zhang Sanfeng transmitted his voice.

Already shocked, Luo Yan, upon hearing these words, her eyes widened, and her heart surged with turbulent waves.

Level Eight Tianming Master!

"Don’t rush to answer. After the God-Devil Cemetery ends, give this humble Taoist an answer!"

Zhang Sanfeng said with a smile, returning to his original position.

"Sect Leader, what’s the matter?"

Gan Qian noticed the change in Luo Yan’s expression and asked curiously.

"Noth...nothing!"

Luo Yan shook her head, didn’t explain, and when she looked up at Zhang Sanfeng again, showed a hint of strangeness.

Is he really a Level Eight Tianming Master?