Ji Zhaoyang, the third prince of Dayin, looked at Shen Yuan who appeared on the platform, and could not suppress the shock in his eyes.

As the third prince of the Dayin Dynasty, although Ji Zhaoyang appears to be rough and bold, he has repeatedly declared to the public that he must win first place in this Xuanhuang Linglong Tower trial.

But secretly, Ji Zhaoyang was very cautious and had arranged for his subordinates to compile the information of the geniuses who would take part in the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower trial.

Apart from the three holy sons of the other three holy lands, he also knew the Taoist sons of other sects who were at the peak of the Spirit Transformation Realm, as well as some outstanding geniuses and powerful men.

But the Shen Yuan who appeared before him now was not any of the geniuses recorded in the information.

He could even feel that Shen Yuan's cultivation was only at the late stage of Qi training. Although the Yin Spirit in his body had been formed and he could be said to have extraordinary talent, it was still nothing to him.

But it was such a sudden emergence of a late Qi training cultivator who was able to reach the thirteenth floor before him, which made Ji Zhaoyang feel incomprehensible.

"Did something go wrong with the Human Gate Trial? So that a cultivator in the late stage of Qi training could reach the thirteenth floor?"

Such a thought flashed through his mind.

The next moment, a burst of dark yellow light fell from the huge black stone platform and directly enveloped Shen Yuan. At the same time, a majestic will seemed to descend upon this place from within the entire Dark Yellow Linglong Tower.

At the top of the thirteenth floor, a light golden eye formed by the Xuanhuang Qi slowly opened and looked at Shen Yuan. As his gaze fell, a Xuanhuang Linglong Tower mark that was shrunk countless times appeared in front of Shen Yuan.

Seeing this, Ji Zhaoyang couldn't help but reveal envy in his eyes.

This is the treasure they are fighting for in the first place in the trial, the mark of blessing from this immortal treasure.

The Xuanhuang Linglong Tower is an immortal treasure born from the Xuanhuang Realm. To some extent, the blessing of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower can be regarded as a blessing from the Xuanhuang Realm.

In the future, whether it is a breakthrough in realm or comprehending the great Dao of heaven and earth in the Xuanhuang Realm, the blessing of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower will be able to bring infinite benefits.

Moreover, the higher the blessing level of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, the more powerful the effect it can produce.

This blessing mark of Shen Yuan is equivalent to the sum of the previous one to ten layers of blessing marks.

Since Shen Yuan was able to receive the blessing of Xuanhuang Linglong, no matter what means he used to reach the thirteenth floor, it represented the recognition of Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.

This reduced the hostility in the heart of the Third Prince Dayin.

On the stone platform, Shen Yuan stretched out his right hand and gently grasped the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower mark that had been shrunk countless times.

He could feel that as long as he let go of his spiritual altar and allowed the mark to be imprinted on it, he would be able to gain infinite benefits from the mark.

However, such a choice also means that Shen Yuan will be restricted by the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower to some extent.

For other people, the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower is an immortal treasure. Even if they can ascend to the fairyland in the future, it is far from being comparable to the treasures born in this world.

Paying the price of being restricted by the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower in exchange for gaining many benefits is definitely a good deal.

What's more, throughout history, there have been at least dozens of geniuses who have been blessed by the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda. Many of these geniuses have ascended to the fairyland and the upper realm. The restrictions of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda have not brought any strong negative impact.

Even Ji Zhaoyang, the third prince of Dayin, would gladly accept the blessing mark of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda.

Shen Yuan raised his head and looked at the majestic eyes of light golden color above his head.

There seemed to be a hint of expectation beneath those indifferent golden eyes, and his gaze seemed to be urging Shen Yuan to accept the blessing from the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.

Shen Yuan's expression remained unchanged. The blessing from the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower was naturally precious, but he did not want to pay the price of being restricted by the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower.

What's more, he has many secrets. Once this mark of blessing is imprinted on his spirit, his foundation will be exposed, and he will probably have no control over many things.

Thinking of this, Shen Yuan turned his head and looked at Ji Zhaoyang, the third prince of Dayin who was watching on the side.

"I wonder if His Royal Highness the Third Prince is interested in the blessing of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda?"

Ji Zhaoyang on the side was stunned again and asked in disbelief:

"What do you mean?"

Shen Yuan stretched out his right hand towards Ji Zhaoyang, showing the blessing mark in his palm and said:

"I want to use this blessing mark to make a deal with the Third Prince."

Ji Zhaoyang's expression was full of doubt.

The Xuanhuang Linglong Tower trial has existed for tens of thousands of years, and the legend of reaching the highest level and becoming the host of an immortal weapon has long been ignored.

In the entire trial, the only two valuable things are the Xuanhuang Qi and the blessing mark of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, and the blessing mark is far more precious than the former.

As a tower challenger, Shen Yuan actually did not want the precious blessing mark of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower. Ji Zhaoyang could not believe it.

Feeling Ji Zhaoyang's suspicious gaze, Shen Yuan just smiled faintly and threw the blessing mark in his hand to Ji Zhaoyang.

Ji Zhaoyang hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and took the blessing mark.

After checking it in his hand and confirming that there was no backup plan on the blessing mark, Ji Zhaoyang breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Shen Yuan and said:

"I really need this blessed mark. Just tell me what you want to trade.

You can choose any rare treasures, magical skills, or magic tricks in the world as long as they are available in the market."

When saying this, Ji Zhaoyang's tone contained strong confidence.

As the third prince of the Dayin Dynasty and one of the princes who is qualified to compete for the throne of the Human Emperor in the future, Ji Zhaoyang is indeed qualified to say such words.

Shen Yuan was quite interested. If he could use the power of the third prince of Dayin to collect methods of practicing the Disha magic, his efficiency would definitely be far greater than that of the Chamber of Commerce of All Things.

But now he was in the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower, and if he really wanted to trade, he wouldn't be able to produce anything valuable in a short period of time. After thinking for a while, Shen Yuan waved his hand and said casually:

"Just think of it as the Third Prince owing me a favor."

Anyway, even if the third prince doesn't accept it, Shen Yuan won't absorb the blessing mark. It can be considered a profitable business with no investment.

If there is still time after getting out, I can use this favor to collect methods of practicing the Earthly Demon Magic.

Although the Third Prince of Dayin has an arrogant temperament, he is a man who values ​​his promises. This is true both in later history books and among the general public today. Shen Yuan does not have to worry that the Third Prince will not admit his words.

Upon hearing this, the Third Prince took out a golden token from his storage ring and said solemnly:

"This token is my personal keepsake, please keep it safe.

If you have any requests in the future, you can take this token to the imperial capital, and I will certainly welcome you with open arms."

The Third Prince's behavior made Shen Yuan feel quite favorable. Reaching out to take the token, Shen Yuan put it into the storage ring without even looking at it.

On the other side, the third prince immediately sat cross-legged and opened his spirit altar, imprinting the blessing mark in his hand on the spirit altar.

In the sky on the thirteenth floor, a huge light golden eye saw this scene, and a hint of anger rose in its eyes.

This is the first person in tens of thousands of years to refuse its blessing.

But what Shen Yuan did did not constitute a violation of the rules, so even if it was angry, it could do nothing about Shen Yuan.

The huge golden eyes slowly dissipated, and the third prince bathed in the spiritual light of the Xuanhuang Linglong Pagoda and accepted the blessing.

But at this moment, three beams of light rose from below to the platform on the thirteenth floor.

The light faded away, and three young men appeared in front of Shen Yuan.

The man in the front has a thin face, wears a black Taoist robe and has a gloomy temperament. As he walks, the surroundings seem to turn into a den of underworld ghosts. He is none other than Dong Youzi, the contemporary saint of Zuo Shen Youxu Zhitian.

The second person is tall and wears a purple robe with crane and cloud patterns painted on it. Wherever he walks, there is blue clouds and purple air following him. He is He Zhen, the contemporary saint of Ziyu Qingpingtian.

The last man had a handsome face, wore a green Taoist robe and held a whisk in his hand, looking quite like an immortal. However, there was a floating aura around him, and his Taoist robe did not have any marks of any sect, making it difficult for Shen Yuan to determine the other party's origins.

Among the three, He Zhen, the contemporary saint of Zuoshen Youxuzhitian, and the third prince of Dayin are in the same realm of middle stage of spirit refining, while the other two are in the early stage of spirit refining.

Being able to appear here and possessing the cultivation level of the Spirit Refining Realm, there is no doubt that he must be the Holy Son of the Dongtian Holy Land who has concealed his identity.

However, judging from his aura alone, the Holy Son of the Cave Heaven Holy Land whose identity was hidden was the weakest, and it seemed that he had just been promoted to the realm of spirit refining not long ago.

Shen Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the three people who had just reached the thirteenth floor. The three Taoist disciples of the Dongtian Holy Land had never thought that there was another person on the thirteenth floor besides the third prince of Dayin.

The young Taoist took a step forward and looked at Shen Yuan with a frown.

"Who are you? You are only at the late stage of Qi training, but you can actually climb to the thirteenth floor of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower."

The four of them had never been out of the Xuanhuang Linglong Tower after it was opened, so naturally they could not see Shen Yuan breaking through the twelve levels and causing strange phenomena. They were naturally very puzzled about Shen Yuan reaching the thirteenth floor at the late stage of Qi training.

Before Shen Yuan could speak, the young Taoist priest flicked the whisk in his hand and said casually:

"Well, I'm sure you won't answer such a secret question casually. I'll find out the cause and effect after I capture you and torture you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the whisk in the young Taoist's hand suddenly stretched out, and the white whisk tail turned into a prison that seemed to cover the sky and envelope Shen Yuan.

Dong Youzi and He Zhen looked at each other. Although they were a little surprised by the young Taoist's action, they also wanted to see what confidence a cultivator who was only in the late Qi training stage and had reached the thirteenth level had, so they did not speak out to stop him.

Shen Yuan had an indifferent expression, his Yin spirit flowed through the ancient bronze sword at his waist and suddenly it came out of its sheath.

White light suddenly appeared between heaven and earth, and the sword energy carried Zhu Ming Chengye's intention, revealing a rising sun in the white cage. The flames and sword energy spanned a thousand meters, and forcibly broke through the prison that the whisk had transformed into.

The prison cell disappeared, and the whisk in the young Taoist's hand was cut in half by a sword mark, with some sparks remaining on it and a slight burnt smell.

The young Taoist's face instantly turned ugly. This Yunhui whisk was not a magical treasure, but it was also a personal item that had been with him for many years.

With the Yunhui whisk combined with his magical power at the Spirit Refining realm, it would have been easy for him to subdue even a peak Spirit Transformation cultivator. But who would have thought that he would fail in front of a small character at the late Qi Refining stage.

Dong Youzi and He Zhen said nothing, both looking like they were enjoying the show, which made the young Taoist look even uglier.

"Asshole! If you don't accept the toast from a Qigong junior, you'll have to drink the wine for punishment!"

The young Taoist took one step forward with the Gangbu step, and behind him a Yangshen Dharma image several dozen feet tall appeared. It was a Taoist wearing a green Taoist robe with a blurred face.

The moment the Yang God's Dharma image appeared, all the spiritual energy in the thirteenth floor was drained in an instant. The blazing power of the Yang God pressed down towards Shen Yuan like a bright sun. The suppression from the soul level caused the Huiming Sword to tremble continuously.

The young Taoist priest made a seal with his hands, and the five fingers of the huge Yang God Dharma Image were spread out, and the power of the Yang God gathered and hit Shen Yuan heavily.

The huge black stone platform on the thirteenth floor collapsed with a loud bang. Even the Yuanshen Sword Controlling Technique could not resist the absolute crushing force. The sword intent slashed out by the Yuanshen Sword Controlling Technique was extinguished by the power of the Yang God as soon as it left the sword body.

In front of the Yangshen Dharmakāya, Shen Yuan, who was in the late stage of Qi training, was as small as a cockroach.

And at this moment, Shen Yuan, with a calm expression, finally took action.

He slowly raised his right hand, with his fingers spread out as if to grab the huge hand that was falling towards him.

"town!"

The true command calls upon heaven and earth.

The Dharmadhatu's hand that was originally falling froze in the air, and cracks began to appear on the huge palm.

The expressions of the three powerful spirit cultivators changed, and after a flash of inspiration in their eyes, they immediately discovered the mystery.

In the void, five strands of mysterious yellow energy intertwined, like the five fingers of the young Taoist's hand tightly clenched.

A wisp of Xuanhuang Qi is as heavy as a mountain. Even a true spirit cultivator has to be careful when dealing with it. The combined effect of five wisps of Xuanhuang Qi far exceeds the sum of all five. Its weight is comparable to a mountain. Even a true spirit cultivator has to avoid it.

The young man in white did not use any magic or supernatural power, but only relied on five strands of mysterious yellow energy to block the attack from the young Taoist priest.

The young Taoist's expression changed drastically and he finally put away his contempt. The power of the Yangshen Dharma Image burst out again and almost shook the space of the thirteenth floor.

However, the hand of the Dharmakāya that was suppressed by the five strands of Xuanhuang Qi did not move at all, and the Yangshen Dharmakāya was also suppressed by the gravity of the mountain and could not break free from the constraints of gravity.

At this moment, Shen Yuan moved again. The five fingers of his open right hand slowly came together as if to crush the illusory object in his palm, and the cold voice of the command sounded again.

"broken!"

“Crack!”

The clear sound like a gem cracking spread to the thirteenth floor, and cracks began to appear on the hands of the huge Dharma image that blocked out the sun.

The Dharmakāya's hand, suppressed by the five strands of mysterious yellow energy, lost its due divine power and began to break and collapse. A large amount of Yang God's power leaked out crazily, and the entire palm seemed to be crushed by an invisible giant hand with absolute power.

The huge Yang God Dharma image shook violently under the full release of the weight of the mountain. The violent backlash from the shattered Dharma image caused a trickle of blood to flow out of the young Taoist's mouth.

At this moment, the young Taoist priest no longer had his former arrogance and indifference, and his eyes were filled with fear as he looked at Shen Yuan.

Shen Yuan just stared at the young Taoist priest quietly, and said indifferently:

"You, are you qualified to torture me?"