“Must be a Green Soul.”
These words rang out exceptionally loud.
Jun Changxiao immediately realized that the so-called Supreme Qianhang Soul should exist within this city, waiting for the fated one to inherit it, so he looked at Hua Meigui and said, “Your opportunity has arrived.”
“I hope so.”
Hua Meigui wasn’t concerned about anything above Gold Soul—what she cared more about was understanding why the Soul Clan existed in the Lower Realm.
Based on the information obtained so far, it was basically confirmed that her ancestor was Hua Qianhang, and choosing to settle in the Desolate Lands was also to temper the clan’s resilience.
“Whoosh!”
Suddenly, the illusion shattered.
Jun Changxiao and Hua Meigui remained standing inside the great hall.
On the open ground directly ahead, a crystal wrapped in green luminescence appeared out of nowhere, emanating a vibrant aura of life.
“The Supreme Qianhang Soul?”
Just as Jun Changxiao was speculating, Hua Meigui seemed to be summoned by some power and unconsciously walked forward, extending her hand through layers of flowing light to press against that crystal.
“Thump!”
“Thump!”
Her heart accelerated its beating. The flowing light surrounding the area wrapped around her like vines, gradually enveloping her as they resonated with each other.
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
Magnificent green energy surged out madly, spreading through the great gate and permeating the desolate city.
“This…”
Song Dehen was utterly astonished.
The suddenly appearing aura clearly belonged to the low-grade Green Soul level, yet why did it emanate a force that made him want to submit!
“Thump!”
The old man knelt on the ground, tears streaming down his face as he said, “Old Master, your great research has finally been inherited by your descendants!”
That crystal in the great hall was the result of Hua Qianhang’s research over countless years. At the time, he had conducted many tests, but no clan member could inherit it.
“What research?” Song Dehen asked.
The old man said proudly, “Research that transcends Gold Soul!”
Song Dehen’s eyes widened as he exclaimed, “The records in the unofficial histories are true?”
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
At this moment, another powerful aura surged out from the great hall.
The originally appearing green color was replaced by blue, purple, red, black, and other colors that mixed together in a dazzling rainbow of hues.
“Thump!”
Song Dehen bent his knees and knelt on the ground, lowering his head—the head of a Gold Soul noble—his eyes filled with both terror and disbelief.
The rainbow light that surged forth and mixed together forced him to perform the kowtow ceremony.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
The rainbow light filled the city but wasn’t satisfied, then surged toward the valley’s exterior. In a very short time, the entire Soul御界 was completely enveloped.
Whether lowly Green Souls or noble Gold Souls, upon sensing that aura, they all faced the direction of the Ninth Gate and performed kowtow rites, as if transformed into devout believers.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
At the same time, powerhouses from the other eight gates flew out from their respective cities, rushing toward the valley at extreme speed.
Due to their formidable strength, they could ignore the rampaging aura’s interference, but their expressions were extremely grave.
Especially the masters of the eight gates—they all understood past history and knew what Hua Qianhang had said when facing numerous powerhouses in the Clan Hall back then: “When the Holy Light descends upon Soul御界, it will lead our clan toward glory, and all of you will submit!”
Many who were present believed he was speaking madness, so they paid it no mind. But today, the Holy Light suddenly appeared, and the prophecy had actually come true!
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In a matter of moments, outside the Ninth Gate city, powerhouses from the eight gates all flew over together.
They hung in the air above, looking toward the great hall from which the rainbow light surged, their eyes revealing complex emotions.
“Go!”
The First Gate Supreme said in a deep voice.
However, just as everyone prepared to move, Jun Changxiao flew out from the great hall, gracefully landing on the city tower, saying, “No one is permitted to enter the city.”
“A human?”
“How could there be one in our Soul御界!”
“Hmph, does he not see whose territory this is!”
The eight gates’ powerhouses were furious beyond measure.
They feared that what Hua Qianhang had said in the past would come true and absolutely wouldn’t allow any variables to appear, let alone allow anything to shake their own positions, so they had to enter the great hall to see what was happening inside.
“Bang!”
Jun Changxiao planted the Supreme Immortal Sword before him, placing both hands on it, saying, “Those who enter will find death without life.”
“Audacious!”
“Whoosh!”
The Eighth Gate Supreme raised his hand, and golden soul power erupted, transforming into a massive palm print that pressed down. Whether in terms of aura or luster, it was considerably stronger than Song Dehen’s.
As inheritors of the Soul Ancestor’s nine sons, they were naturally at the absolute pinnacle of Soul御界.
“Clang!”
Jun Changxiao drew his sword, slashing out sharp sword qi.
“Slash!”
Where the sword light passed, the palm print tore apart.
The Eight Gates Supreme retreated some distance, the anger on his face replaced by shock.
The Heavenly Soul Palm had actually been easily broken by this fellow—his strength was probably not inferior to his own.
“Whoosh! Whoosh!”
“Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!”
At this time, the rainbow light surging from the great hall grew increasingly intense, making the Soul Clan powerhouses present want even more to perform kowtow rites.
The First Gate Supreme shouted, “Everyone attack together, we must charge in!”
“Good!”
The other several Supremes responded one after another.
In an instant, eight of Soul御界’s most powerful experts erupted with their cultivation, locking onto the human on the city tower with cold, severe gazes.
This obstructive fellow had to be dealt with.
“Step.”
Jun Changxiao lowered the Supreme Immortal Sword, its tip touching the ground, and muttered to himself, “You can rest assured and inherit your opportunity; I’ll block all troubles.”
“Come!”
Raising his head, he said, “Fight!”
At that moment, standing upon the city tower facing eight of Soul御界’s top powerhouses, Jun Changxiao’s entire style and atmosphere became extremely serious.
Comedy.
He was serious about it.
Solemnity.
He was equally serious about it.
“Attack!”
The First Gate Supreme shouted, and the other seven Supremes deployed glittering golden martial techniques that pressed down. Because of the sudden massive energy eruption, buildings collapsed with thunderous crashes, unable to withstand it.
“Buzz!”
Jun Changxiao waved his hand, and a materialized barrier enveloped the great hall, then he charged forward with his sword.
“My heavens!”
Song Dehen exclaimed, “This guy is too fierce!”
One person fighting alone against the Eight Gate Supremes—such a magnificent and spectacular scene was absolutely something he couldn’t have dreamed of before!
“Young friend!”
Acai roared, “I’ll help you!”
“Boom!”
Before his words could finish, a palm print from the First Gate Supreme directly struck him, and with a “bang” the entire person was embedded in the ground, then… vomited blood and fainted.
“…”
Song Dehen muttered in his heart, “This old man is definitely playing dead!”
However.
What should he himself do?
“Song Dehen!”
Just then, the Third Gate Supreme roared, “Make your move!”
“…”
Song Dehen stood up, casually picked up a brick from nearby, and without hesitation smashed it hard against his own forehead, then staggered back several steps, shouting loudly, “Ah! I can’t go on!”
“Thump!”
He fell to the ground, unconscious.
The entire process was executed in one smooth motion!
Song Dehen had experienced Jun Changxiao’s formidability—even if he chose to play dead, he wouldn’t make a move. This was the way of survival!
“Boom!”
“Boom!”
In the sky above the city exterior, various energies exploded like fireworks, and the Eight Gate Supremes also completely let loose.
They didn’t know what situation was occurring inside the great hall, but if they allowed developments to continue, they would probably truly have to submit completely, so they had to stop it!
However.
The human before them was simply like a wall, completely blocking all possible routes.
“Die!”
“Whoosh—”
One sword’s cold light across nineteen provinces, sword qi spanning thirty thousand miles.
Inside the great hall, Hua Meigui was inheriting the opportunity left by her ancestor. Outside the city, Jun Changxiao alone fought the Eight Gate Supremes. This was truly a model couple of the Upper Cosmos.
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