"Yes! By absorbing this spiritual energy containing the primordial purple energy, my cultivation speed is more than ten times faster than before!"
A genius nearby also echoed excitedly, and the spiritual energy fluctuations around him were rising at a speed visible to the naked eye.
"Let's also work hard at cultivation! Strive to achieve sainthood within a hundred years!"
For a time, the entire Blood Nether Secret Realm was plunged into an unprecedented cultivation frenzy.
Near the ruins of Hongmeng Daoshan.
Ruoxi, Xiaodie, Moji, Ouyang Chuchu and others also felt this change.
They quickly opened up caves for cultivation in several places with the most abundant spiritual energy and entered a deep state of seclusion.
Time flies, the years pass by like a shuttle.
Time flies, and ten years have passed quickly.
During the past ten years, the spiritual energy containing the primordial purple energy in the Xueyou Secret Realm has acted like a catalyst, creating a large number of extraordinary and brilliant geniuses.
In the past ten years, the entire fairy world has ushered in an unprecedented era.
The Hongmeng Purple Qi is no longer a legend, and the realm of saints is not out of reach.
In just ten years, several young saints under ten thousand years old were born in the upper fairyland.
They are extremely talented and emerged out of nowhere, but they are also very arrogant, looking down on the world and not taking anyone seriously.
Among them, Chu Feng, the young master of the Chu family, an immortal family in the upper fairyland, is the most dazzling.
He is the first genius to achieve sainthood since the spiritual energy of the Bloody Secret Realm underwent a transformation, and is hailed as the leader of the Golden Age.
Today, he stood at the top of the nine heavens, his holy power was mighty, and his voice spread throughout the entire fairy world.
"I, Chu Feng, am the first genius to attain the status of a Saint since the opening of the Blood Nether Secret Realm!"
"He is the undisputed number one genius in the world!"
Chu Feng held a holy sword in his hand, his eyes filled with unparalleled arrogance.
When these words were spoken, the world was in an uproar.
At the foot of the mountain, a young genius with a long sword on his back raised his lips with an undisguised sarcasm when he heard this.
"Oh, Ye Sheng already achieved sainthood ten years ago. How dare a clown claim to be the number one genius?"
"He's really arrogant to the extreme."
This rebuttal was clearly heard by Chu Feng. His arrogant gaze instantly turned cold, stabbing downwards like a sharp sword.
His face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it.
"Ye Sheng?"
He snorted coldly, and a fierce murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"He was just a figure who has long since fallen! How can a dead man be compared to me?"
"In this fairy world today, I, Chu Feng, am the strongest!"
"that is!"
Beside Chu Feng, a cultivator who looked like an attendant immediately echoed loudly, taking advantage of the power of the tiger.
"Young Master Chu is the undisputed number one genius of the time! Ye Sheng has long since fallen, how can he be compared to Young Master Chu!"
Someone in the crowd immediately raised a loud objection.
"Bullshit! Ye Sheng's death is just a rumor, it has never been confirmed!"
"Even if he is truly gone, he is still the greatest saint of all time! No one can surpass him!"
"Yes! And he is the youngest saint!" another genius echoed excitedly.
These words were like sharp needles, piercing Chu Feng's proud self-esteem.
"Shut up!"
Chu Feng's face was filled with anger, and he couldn't help but roar, suppressing his holy might.
"The reason why Ye Chen was able to become a saint is because of his past life's reincarnation!"
“If it weren’t for those backgrounds, the first person in this fairyland to achieve sainthood would definitely be me, Chu Feng!”
His voice was filled with resentment and jealousy.
"You arrogant fellow, stop being disrespectful to Saint Ye!"
From the crowd at the foot of the mountain, an old and powerful roar resounded like thunder.
An old antique wearing a simple Taoist robe pushed through the crowd and walked out.
His hair and beard stood on end as he stared intently at Chu Feng in the sky, filled with righteous indignation.
"Ye Sheng has protected the Immortal Realm for an entire era, suppressing alien invasions. If it weren't for him, the Immortal Realm would have been devastated long ago!"
"How can there be a monkey like you who is barking like a monkey in human form?"
The old antique's voice contained the rhythm of Taoism, which spread throughout the area and shocked countless cultivators.
Chu Feng's face darkened, but he didn't speak yet.
The follower beside him took the initiative and retorted at the top of his voice.
"Humph, that was all from the past life. Why are you bringing up those old achievements now?"
"Heroes never boast of their past achievements. Now is Young Master Chu's era!"
The follower had a flattering look on his face and completely denied Ye Chen's contribution.
"you……"
"Ye Sheng's achievements are immortal and can't be denied by you scoundrels!"
The old antique was so angry that he was shaking all over and pointing at the follower, furious.
"So what?"
Chu Feng's voice was cold, with an arrogance that looked down on ants.
"In the face of absolute strength, what you said is worthless."
Holy power circulated around him, pressing the air below to freeze, and his eyes looked down with disdain.
"Even if Ye Chen hadn't fallen, I've already attained the status of a Saint and am on the same level as him. What do I have to fear?"
"If he dares to appear before me, I will personally chop off his head and prove to the world who is the true protagonist of this era!"
As soon as these words were spoken, all around fell silent.
Everyone was stunned by Chu Feng's outrageous words.
"You...you will regret this!"
In the crowd, a young genius carrying a war spear stood up with a face full of anger, unable to bear it any longer.
He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white, and roared word by word.
"You are like a mayfly facing the sky in front of Ye Sheng!"
"One day, you will pay the price for your outrageous words today!"
…
At the same time, in the mortal world, Qingzhou, Luoyun Sect.
In a simple servant's room in the back mountain.
A boy about ten years old, with a delicate face and unusually bright eyes, was carefully wiping the body of a white-haired old man lying on the bed.
He is Ye Chen's reincarnation, Nian Chen.
Ten years ago, the old servant brought him back to the sect and gave him this name.
The old servant himself couldn't explain why, but as he was holding the baby in the cradle, a thought flashed through his mind and the two words "Nian Chen" came out of his mouth.
It seems as if there is a divine will in the dark.
During these ten years, Nianchen has grown into a sensible and determined young man thanks to the careful care of the old servant.
He knew very well that he had no spiritual roots and could not embark on the path of cultivation like his senior brothers and sisters in the sect.
But he was not discouraged at all.
On weekdays, in addition to helping the elderly and frail servants with various chores, Nian Chen's favorite thing to do is to sneak into the sect's library.
Listen to the disciples talking about cultivation, and listen to the Taoist teachings occasionally preached by the elders.
Those mysterious martial arts techniques and those bizarre and strange stories all fascinated him.
His desire for spiritual practice was like a tenacious seed that had already quietly taken root in his impoverished body and sprouted in the wind.
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