“Alright, all the best!” Duan Ling Tian nodded at Tang San Pao and strode into the wooden house he had chosen.
Three figures appeared in front of Tang San Pao as soon as Duan Ling Tian entered the wooden house.
‘I think they came with Brother Duan…’ With this thought in mind, Tang San Pao greeted the trio enthusiastically. “Hello, you came with Brother Duan, right? Are all of you also from the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
“Yes,” He Jian Yi replied curtly as he nodded.
On the other hand, Zhang Tian You and Wang Ting ignored Tang San Pao completely.
Tang San Pao asked again, “Are you here with the Title Temple or with the Heavenly Palace of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
“The Heavenly Palace.” He Jian answered.
“So Brother Ling Tian didn’t lie to me! He has really met the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven! Does this mean the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven has already arrived at the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven?” Tang San Pao muttered to himself with bright eyes.
“He has met our Lord Heavenly Emperor?” Wang Ting, who had overheard Tang San Pao’s words, looked at him. She chuckled and said, amused, “Hey, don’t you know that Duan Ling Tian is the only true disciple of our Lord Heavenly Emperor. Don’t you think it’s funny that you asked someone if they had met their master?”
Even Zhang Tian You and He Jian Yi could not help but look at Tang San Pao with an amused expression on their faces.
“What?!” Tang San Pao was dumbstruck. “H-he is the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
Tang San Pao had heard that the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven had accepted a true disciple several decades ago. At that time, he had wondered about the lucky person who was chosen to be the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven. He did not expect the person whom he had just met earlier was the lucky person he had been curious about.
“The true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
Although Wang Ting and Tang San Pao’s voices were not loud, those in the surroundings had overheard their conversation. For cultivators, it was not hard for them to hear over such a distance.
With this revelation, many eyes immediately shifted to the wooden house Duan Ling Tian occupied. No one expected the person they had seen earlier to be the true disciple of Feng Qing Yang who ranked third on the Devata Realms’ Heavenly Emperors ranking.
“The Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven didn’t have a true disciple before this. He’s the first true disciple of Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang, right?”
“Since Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang accepted him as a true disciple, his innate talent and aptitude for cultivation must be remarkable. I wonder how powerful he is. He has to be quite strong to participate in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses.”
“That’s a matter of course. It’s only natural that Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple is remarkable.”
The people in the surroundings clearly admired Feng Qing Yang, and their admiration extended to Duan Ling Tian who was Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple as well.
Wang Ting sneered coldly after hearing the discussions on her surroundings. “It seems like all of you are unaware that our Lord Heavenly Emperor only accepted Duan Ling Tian as his true disciple because Duan Ling Tian obtained his legacy in a mundane realm. Moreover, do you know he’s less than 700 years old this year?”
Wang Ting had been stewing in anger ever since Duan Ling Tian responded dismissively to her challenge earlier. She had felt humiliated; it was obvious that Duan Ling Tian looked down on her and did not think she was a worthy opponent. Regardless, of her strength now, she was one of the top geniuses among the younger generation in the Solitary Destructive Heaven; how could she stomach such a humiliation?
Wang Ting’s words successfully stirred up a commotion.
“What?!”
“He’s not even 700 years old?”
“As it turns out Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang only accepted him because he was fortunate enough to come across Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s legacy in the mundane realm.”
With Wang Ting’s words, many people began to think they had overestimated Duan Ling Tian’s ability. Moreover, due to his young age, they did not think he was that strong. After all, no matter how highly talented one was, how strong could one be at such a young age?
“In the end, he’s just lucky.”
At this time, most people were of the opinion that Feng Qing Yang had only accepted Duan Ling Tian as a true disciple because of fate. Duan Ling Tian was just extremely lucky for coming across Feng Qing Yang’s legacy in a mundane realm. Everyone knew Feng Qing Yang did not leave his legacy in any of the Devata Realms; that was why he did not have a true disciple until recently.
With this, people began to look down on Duan Ling Tian. Perhaps, the only exception was Tang San Pao.
‘I have a feeling there’s more than meets the eyes with Brother Duan…’
Tang San Pao had gone to the Title Temple to participate in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses. No one had heard of him because his master had always cultivated in seclusion. His master was very powerful as well. In the past, before he joined his master, his master had once defeated Feng Qing Yang.
A few hundred years ago, when news of Feng Qing Yang being lost in the Asura Hell spread, Tang San Pao knew his master had felt upset. His master kept muttering about how he had lost a good opponent. When Feng Qing Yang emerged from the Asura Hell unscathed, bringing with him rumors that he had attained godhood, his master had rushed to the Solitary Destructive Heaven to visit his old friend, Feng Qing Yang.
Tang San Pao knew his master was not just visiting Feng Qing Yang; he knew his master was definitely going to ask Feng Qing Yang to spar after hearing the rumors of Feng Qing Yang attaining godhood.
When Tang San Pao saw his master returning with a gloomy expression, he knew his master must have lost to Feng Qing Yang even though his master did not say anything. It was then that he began to slowly idolize Feng Qing Yang.
In his memory, his master was the strongest person in the world. Among all hermit cultivators, his master could be considered the strongest; there was only a handful who was a match for his master. It was the first time he had seen his master defeated by his opponent.
Since his master had always been very strict with him, he felt as though his grievances had been washed away when he saw his master’s gloomy expression after being defeated. With that, he admired Feng Qing Yang even more.
‘I didn’t expect Brother Duan to be Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple…’ Tang San Pao thought to himself as his fighting spirit rose. ‘If I can defeat Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s disciple in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses, that Old Fart will definitely be happy. After all, if he can’t defeat Feng Qing Yang, he’ll feel happy if his disciple can defeat Feng Qing Yang’s disciple. If I manage to Duan Ling Tian, it can be considered that I’ve surpassed my master, right?’
…
The Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven had prepared more than 3,000 wooden houses, but only one-third was occupied for now. This showed that many participants had yet to arrive.
Half a month after Duan Ling Tian’s arrival at the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven, a large group of people arrived as well. The group was led by a black-clad old man. He was flanked by two black-clad men while the others trailing behind them were energetic young men and young women.
When the guard at the entrance asked for the black-clad old man’s identity, he said hoarsely, “Temple Master Amogoo of the Wind Prop Heaven’s Title Temple.”
“Greetings, Temple Master Amogoo.” The guards from the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven bowed as soon as they heard the black-clad old man’s reply.
The Temple Master of a Devata Realm’s Title Temple was not inferior to a Heavenly Emperor. There were Temple Masters who were Eight Star and Nine Star Gods of War in the Nine Serenities Battlefield.
The group from the Wind Prop Heaven’s Title Temple was led by Amogoo, their Temple Master, and the two Vice Temple Masters. The group of young geniuses they had brought here consisted of 13 young men and three young women.
Shortly after, someone came out to receive Amogoo. It was none other than Wei Qi, the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven, who led Duan Ling Tian and the others to their accommodations previously.
“Temple Master Amogoo, please come in.”
Although the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven was the host of the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses, the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval rarely made an appearance so far. He would only personally receive those who were stronger than him or on par with him. Although Amogoo was an Eight Star God of War who was much stronger than many Heavenly Emperors, he was not powerful enough for the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven to personally receive him.
Amogoo did not seem to feel slighted that the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven did not receive him personally. He smiled at Wei Qi warmly. “Greetings, Skeleton Dragon Celestial Emperor. I’ll have to trouble you to bring me and my two Vice Temple Masters to meet your Heavenly Emperor after the little ones are settled…”
“Alright.” Wei Qi nodded with a faint smile on his face.
“Alright, all the best!” Duan Ling Tian nodded at Tang San Pao and strode into the wooden house he had chosen.
Three figures appeared in front of Tang San Pao as soon as Duan Ling Tian entered the wooden house.
‘I think they came with Brother Duan…’ With this thought in mind, Tang San Pao greeted the trio enthusiastically. “Hello, you came with Brother Duan, right? Are all of you also from the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
“Yes,” He Jian Yi replied curtly as he nodded.
On the other hand, Zhang Tian You and Wang Ting ignored Tang San Pao completely.
Tang San Pao asked again, “Are you here with the Title Temple or with the Heavenly Palace of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
“The Heavenly Palace.” He Jian answered.
“So Brother Ling Tian didn’t lie to me! He has really met the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven! Does this mean the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven has already arrived at the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven?” Tang San Pao muttered to himself with bright eyes.
“He has met our Lord Heavenly Emperor?” Wang Ting, who had overheard Tang San Pao’s words, looked at him. She chuckled and said, amused, “Hey, don’t you know that Duan Ling Tian is the only true disciple of our Lord Heavenly Emperor. Don’t you think it’s funny that you asked someone if they had met their master?”
Even Zhang Tian You and He Jian Yi could not help but look at Tang San Pao with an amused expression on their faces.
“What?!” Tang San Pao was dumbstruck. “H-he is the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
Tang San Pao had heard that the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven had accepted a true disciple several decades ago. At that time, he had wondered about the lucky person who was chosen to be the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven. He did not expect the person whom he had just met earlier was the lucky person he had been curious about.
“The true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven?”
Although Wang Ting and Tang San Pao’s voices were not loud, those in the surroundings had overheard their conversation. For cultivators, it was not hard for them to hear over such a distance.
With this revelation, many eyes immediately shifted to the wooden house Duan Ling Tian occupied. No one expected the person they had seen earlier to be the true disciple of Feng Qing Yang who ranked third on the Devata Realms’ Heavenly Emperors ranking.
“The Heavenly Emperor of the Solitary Destructive Heaven didn’t have a true disciple before this. He’s the first true disciple of Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang, right?”
“Since Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang accepted him as a true disciple, his innate talent and aptitude for cultivation must be remarkable. I wonder how powerful he is. He has to be quite strong to participate in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses.”
“That’s a matter of course. It’s only natural that Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple is remarkable.”
The people in the surroundings clearly admired Feng Qing Yang, and their admiration extended to Duan Ling Tian who was Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple as well.
Wang Ting sneered coldly after hearing the discussions on her surroundings. “It seems like all of you are unaware that our Lord Heavenly Emperor only accepted Duan Ling Tian as his true disciple because Duan Ling Tian obtained his legacy in a mundane realm. Moreover, do you know he’s less than 700 years old this year?”
Wang Ting had been stewing in anger ever since Duan Ling Tian responded dismissively to her challenge earlier. She had felt humiliated; it was obvious that Duan Ling Tian looked down on her and did not think she was a worthy opponent. Regardless, of her strength now, she was one of the top geniuses among the younger generation in the Solitary Destructive Heaven; how could she stomach such a humiliation?
Wang Ting’s words successfully stirred up a commotion.
“What?!”
“He’s not even 700 years old?”
“As it turns out Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang only accepted him because he was fortunate enough to come across Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s legacy in the mundane realm.”
With Wang Ting’s words, many people began to think they had overestimated Duan Ling Tian’s ability. Moreover, due to his young age, they did not think he was that strong. After all, no matter how highly talented one was, how strong could one be at such a young age?
“In the end, he’s just lucky.”
At this time, most people were of the opinion that Feng Qing Yang had only accepted Duan Ling Tian as a true disciple because of fate. Duan Ling Tian was just extremely lucky for coming across Feng Qing Yang’s legacy in a mundane realm. Everyone knew Feng Qing Yang did not leave his legacy in any of the Devata Realms; that was why he did not have a true disciple until recently.
With this, people began to look down on Duan Ling Tian. Perhaps, the only exception was Tang San Pao.
‘I have a feeling there’s more than meets the eyes with Brother Duan…’
Tang San Pao had gone to the Title Temple to participate in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses. No one had heard of him because his master had always cultivated in seclusion. His master was very powerful as well. In the past, before he joined his master, his master had once defeated Feng Qing Yang.
A few hundred years ago, when news of Feng Qing Yang being lost in the Asura Hell spread, Tang San Pao knew his master had felt upset. His master kept muttering about how he had lost a good opponent. When Feng Qing Yang emerged from the Asura Hell unscathed, bringing with him rumors that he had attained godhood, his master had rushed to the Solitary Destructive Heaven to visit his old friend, Feng Qing Yang.
Tang San Pao knew his master was not just visiting Feng Qing Yang; he knew his master was definitely going to ask Feng Qing Yang to spar after hearing the rumors of Feng Qing Yang attaining godhood.
When Tang San Pao saw his master returning with a gloomy expression, he knew his master must have lost to Feng Qing Yang even though his master did not say anything. It was then that he began to slowly idolize Feng Qing Yang.
In his memory, his master was the strongest person in the world. Among all hermit cultivators, his master could be considered the strongest; there was only a handful who was a match for his master. It was the first time he had seen his master defeated by his opponent.
Since his master had always been very strict with him, he felt as though his grievances had been washed away when he saw his master’s gloomy expression after being defeated. With that, he admired Feng Qing Yang even more.
‘I didn’t expect Brother Duan to be Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s true disciple…’ Tang San Pao thought to himself as his fighting spirit rose. ‘If I can defeat Heavenly Emperor Feng Qing Yang’s disciple in the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses, that Old Fart will definitely be happy. After all, if he can’t defeat Feng Qing Yang, he’ll feel happy if his disciple can defeat Feng Qing Yang’s disciple. If I manage to Duan Ling Tian, it can be considered that I’ve surpassed my master, right?’
…
The Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven had prepared more than 3,000 wooden houses, but only one-third was occupied for now. This showed that many participants had yet to arrive.
Half a month after Duan Ling Tian’s arrival at the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven, a large group of people arrived as well. The group was led by a black-clad old man. He was flanked by two black-clad men while the others trailing behind them were energetic young men and young women.
When the guard at the entrance asked for the black-clad old man’s identity, he said hoarsely, “Temple Master Amogoo of the Wind Prop Heaven’s Title Temple.”
“Greetings, Temple Master Amogoo.” The guards from the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven bowed as soon as they heard the black-clad old man’s reply.
The Temple Master of a Devata Realm’s Title Temple was not inferior to a Heavenly Emperor. There were Temple Masters who were Eight Star and Nine Star Gods of War in the Nine Serenities Battlefield.
The group from the Wind Prop Heaven’s Title Temple was led by Amogoo, their Temple Master, and the two Vice Temple Masters. The group of young geniuses they had brought here consisted of 13 young men and three young women.
Shortly after, someone came out to receive Amogoo. It was none other than Wei Qi, the true disciple of the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven, who led Duan Ling Tian and the others to their accommodations previously.
“Temple Master Amogoo, please come in.”
Although the Heavenly Palace of the Primeval Heaven was the host of the Devata Realms’ Battle of the Geniuses, the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval rarely made an appearance so far. He would only personally receive those who were stronger than him or on par with him. Although Amogoo was an Eight Star God of War who was much stronger than many Heavenly Emperors, he was not powerful enough for the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven to personally receive him.
Amogoo did not seem to feel slighted that the Heavenly Emperor of the Primeval Heaven did not receive him personally. He smiled at Wei Qi warmly. “Greetings, Skeleton Dragon Celestial Emperor. I’ll have to trouble you to bring me and my two Vice Temple Masters to meet your Heavenly Emperor after the little ones are settled…”
“Alright.” Wei Qi nodded with a faint smile on his face.
