Snow died mercilessly, and the entire arena fell silent.
In this great world, the strong are respected. Xue Wuqing's death does not mean the end of the national constable system. On the contrary, it is the expectation of a strong rise. The aura of the constables is emanating from their bodies. There are the five elements of metal, wood, water, fire and earth, as well as the realm of life and death. They all kneel down with a clang. When they look up, their eyes are as red as the blazing sun, shining brightly!
"The Divine Constable has appeared in the world; we are willing to follow him!"
"As the sun rises in the east, we are willing to follow the divine constable's longsword!"
This was a show of loyalty. Having witnessed Dongfang Hong's power, those silver-clad constables with disloyal intentions or ambitions became excited. The remaining twelve gold-clad constables emerged from mid-air, and eight of them landed slowly, bowing their proud heads to Dongfang Hong.
"The ruler is tyrannical, and we are willing to follow the divine constable."
They spoke softly.
Dongfang Hong was still in a daze.
He knew that his strength had increased enough to at least become a Golden-Clad Constable, but he never expected that Xue Wuqing, who was above the Golden-Clad Constable and used to be like a mountain suppressing the four seas, would be killed by his shout. He didn't know his own level, let alone what level he could achieve, so when the constables wanted to follow him, he hesitated.
But he didn't have time to think about it!
An anomaly occurred at the constables' camp. Suddenly, nine stars appeared in the royal palace not far away, and twenty-eight huge wheels rose into the air, radiating light from all sides, each 'shooting out' hundreds of figures.
The person in the very center wore a three-clawed dragon crown and an apricot-yellow dragon robe. His face was like purple jade, and his aura was like a meteor falling to earth, setting the surrounding area ablaze.
This man was the king. His aura was slightly weaker than Xue Wuqing's, but in the center of the twenty-eight huge wheels sat men and women wearing the same apricot-yellow dragon robes. They were actually the twenty-eight abdicated kings of the country. The people in the Nine Stars Sun were even more terrifying. They were clearly the nine founding ancestors, the founding monarch and his eight generals!
"Nine Dao Spirit Grand Venerables of the Lower Fourth Rank, and twenty-eight Peak Dao Controlling Realm cultivators?"
Fang Zong, who had been watching this side, suddenly smiled.
The scene of a country's overthrow is grand, but to him it was nothing special. He sat by the pond in his elegant house, leaning against the reclining ox stone, enjoying the dessert that Xiuhua had made for him. Xiuhua, whose injuries he had healed, naturally saw everything: setting up tables and chairs, painting, her cheeks flushed, her heart leaping onto the paper.
"Shy Flower, record this. The demise of a wicked kingdom should also be recorded."
Fang Zong pointed to the scene thousands of miles away.
Xiuhua gave an "oh" and quickly put the paper depicting the man in a loose robe next to the reclining ox stone into her bosom. She then turned to depict the scene of nine stars shining on the sun and twenty-eight wheels that seemed to be the end of the world. She chuckled and asked, "Master, can this new servant you've taken in affect the Blackwater Palace?"
She didn't care about grand occasions; after being rescued by Fang Zong, she only thought about him.
"There's no need to affect the Blackwater Palace; we just need to cause enough trouble for the Earth Dragon Gate."
As a Grand Venerable of the Heavenly Flood level, Fang Zong naturally wanted to advance to the Ancient level. The Ancient level was not easy to enter. If he was lucky, he could gain enough insights to advance by "touching" and killing one Ancient level Grand Venerable. If he was unlucky, he might not succeed even if he "touched" and killed ten.
The Blackwater Palace's affiliated sect, the Earth Dragon Gate, has two Ancient-level Grand Venerables, but no Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerables. If any of its kingdoms were to rebel, the Blackwater Palace would surely send people to suppress it, and the Blackwater Palace would certainly not interfere. This is his opportunity for advancement. After all, if he were focused on escaping, even he would find it difficult to leave behind the weakest Ancient-level Grand Venerable.
Thinking of this, Fang Zong suddenly paused and asked, "Xiuhua, have you developed feelings for me?"
"Yes, Master."
Xiu Hua Luo Luo, who came from an evil sect, readily admitted it.
Fang Zong could only smile bitterly. He wanted to refuse decisively, but he couldn't. He was merely a Heavenly Flood-level Grand Venerable who hadn't even reached the threshold of the Ancient Desolate-level Grand Venerable, yet under Ninth Sister's influence, he had already gained a sliver of insight into a divine technique. Above the Dao Spirit Grand Venerable lay divine techniques; below these, there was no hope of survival. And his divine technique was vaguely related to the word 'love'?
The most vicious and ruthless supernatural power, capable of annihilating all things invisibly, actually originated from his own emotions.
Ninth Sister: "Above the Dao Spirit Grand Venerable, there is no such thing as advancement in supernatural powers and techniques. The supernatural powers and techniques that are comprehended are directly divided into 9 grades, with the first grade being the lowest and the ninth grade being the highest. The first four grades are called the lower four grades, and the last four grades are called the upper four grades. For example, a first-grade supernatural power and technique practitioner who plays it well can even kill a second-grade supernatural power and technique practitioner. However, even if a fifth-grade supernatural power and technique practitioner has just comprehended it, it can easily crush a fourth-grade supernatural power and technique practitioner who has cultivated for 100,000 years."
"What about the ninth rank?" Fang Zong asked.
Ninth Sister: "I've never seen it. In my memory, there are the Celestial Realm, Earth God Realm, Primordial Soul Realm, and Chaotic Demon Realm above the level of divine power techniques. Even the soaring experts have them, but I don't remember anyone comprehending a ninth-grade divine power technique. It's probably just a legend."
Okay, let's not even talk about ninth-grade supernatural powers.
Hearing about Celestial Realm and Earthly God Realm made Fang Zong dizzy. He couldn't comprehend how terrifying experts of these levels could be. When he was still at the fifth level of Divine Power, he could crush the Earth. Now, as the Heavenly Flood Grand Venerable, he could destroy tens of thousands of miles of land in the Great World with a single breath. So, what about even higher-level Divine Powers and techniques, the Celestial Realm...? Were they so monstrous that they were beyond his imagination?
Ninth Sister laughed smugly: "Forget about it, let's find a chance to kill a few Ancient-level Grand Venerables first. Strange, how come you already have insights into supernatural techniques? Is it related to 'love'? This..."
"What's wrong?"
"Only those who can cultivate to the level of Ancient Venerable can comprehend divine abilities and great techniques. After cultivating for so many years, why would you care about such a damn thing as feelings? Do you think everyone is the Moon Goddess? Dear Summoner, I remember that divine abilities and great techniques involving love are all very low-level, at most the third grade."
Fang Zong: "..."
I don't believe it.
I absolutely refuse to believe it.
With my current level of knowledge and skills, the supernatural abilities I comprehend would only be at the lower fourth rank.
Fang Zong chuckled twice and turned his attention to two other places.
One was Dongfang Hong. After half an hour of fighting, he could use a lot of the power belonging to the Heavenly Flood level Grand Venerable, killing countless people. Wherever he went, no one could withstand his attack.
The monarch of this nation began to plead for help. Ripples spread through the distant space as hundreds of colossal earth dragons, each a thousand feet tall, led by cultivators of the Earth Dragon Sect, traversed the land to suppress the rebellion within their kingdom. Far, far further away, the earth cracked, lakes surged, mountains shifted, and the sun and moon lost their light—the region belonging to the Free and Unfettered Sect, guided by the rules of the Great World, broke through the barriers of the three-star region and headed straight for the vast empire of the four-star sect!
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