Some sighed, "Ning Ming perished in fame, not coming to life in silence... This man stunned the world with his talents not long ago, standing at the unreachable peak with hopes of immortality, a record that remains unbroken to this date."
"However talented, walking the path of death is futile," someone said coldly, "who would have thought that Ning Mingsheng, once praised as the embodiment of a pure heart and an almost-saintly figure, would seek the Divine Throne, inciting deathly calamity, falling into the Demon Path, and slaughtering countless inhabitants of the Nine States?!"
To the vast majority of Martial Artists born in these ten thousand years, who have never witnessed Ning Mingsheng in action, there is now more confusion and incomprehension.
"Is this the very same Ning Mingsheng, the Primordial First, who surpassed Ming Miaoyin by leaps and bounds? Could it be that he has mastered the mysteries of Fetal Breathing, or perhaps with physical might and Dao Power alone suppressed Yi Tianpeng?"
"Senior Mu, how divine is this man really?" Yao Heshan couldn’t help but ask.
Yao Heshan nearly ran out of breath earlier upon witnessing Ji Jingqiu’s head-on clash with Marshal Ji.
Now, as he saw Ji Jingqiu on the verge of reaching the top of the Ancient Road, the anxiety and anticipation in his heart were about to burst forth.
Previously, the Federation had set the expectation for this generation of young Martial Artists to place among the top fifty before the Ten Thousand Ancient Stele.
This ranking wasn’t just plucked from thin air; it was based on projections from the Seven Marshals. By their calculations, the current top talents from the Federation were not far behind the Seven Marshals in their days within the True Seed Realm.
But as it turned out, sometimes their minds were no different from their backsides.
They overestimated themselves and underestimated people like Marshal He.
But when Ji Jingqiu stepped into the Divine Temple, facing the last person, Yao Heshan and others were shocked to discover that they, as Heavenly People, were completely unable to see through that person on the water screen.
To their eyes, he was just a harmless, shy young man, even somewhat bashful.
But no one dared to truly think so.
Because ten thousand years ago, it was this man who had suppressed Marshal He, then in the Divine Travel Realm!
Mu Qing remained silent for a long time, as scenes from the past surged back into her mind.
In the past, Marshal He rose late but forged his own path within the Divine Travel Realm, laying the foundation for his future, yet still unmatched by this man...
Marshal He said, to defeat this man in the Divine Travel Realm, there was only one possibility: one must glimpse their own Great Dao!
[Do you know...Divine Transformation?]
Yao Heshan and the others frowned slightly.
Only Lu Tong, who had reached the level of a Grandmaster, felt a shiver at this esoteric term, finally understanding why his senior brother would speak of Ning Mingsheng only with disgust or in silence.
Disgusted by his actions, yet forced to stay silent about his achievements.
[It is said that in those distant lost epochs, All Spirits possessed spiritual nature, and the culmination of that spiritual nature was divinity.]
[When one’s spiritual nature ignites and burns at its brightest, divinity is born from it. Usually, the more intense a person’s divinity, the closer they are to the divinity of Gods, and the closer to the Supreme Truth of Heaven and Earth.]
[However, divinity is pure, and when it becomes so intense, do you really...]
[To win against him... Jing Qiu has already done very well!]
[This man’s divinity is so intense, it’s unimaginable, not an exaggeration to say it shakes both the ancient and the modern worlds. If not for his frail body and feeble spirit, calling him a Demigod would pose no problem.]
Hel’s soft voice rose, she too seemed not to have expected Ji Jingqiu to have come this far.
[What you face now is the last outlier born from the dying embers of the Emperor Heaven Universe.]
[His birth was to inherit the legacy of Emperor Heaven’s myriad spirits, to ascend the Immortal Divine Throne, reach supreme heights, and lead the entire Emperor Heaven towards Transcendence.]
[Of course, that’s just a beautiful dream.]
At this point, within the Inner World, Hel slightly tilted her head and her mouth curved into an eerie smile that wasn’t quite a smile, her laughter carrying a chilling mockery.
At this moment, she parted her thin lips:
[I have an interesting fact to share with you. Ten thousand years ago, the people from the Nine States accused Ning Mingsheng of betraying them, but he was born to carry the legacy of Emperor Heaven, to be the master of Emperor Heaven.]
[And now, of the Nine States... how many are spirits of Emperor Heaven?]
[In his eyes, what difference is there between the people of the Nine States now and the beings of the Three Thousand Yanfu?]
[They are all... killable.]
Ji Jingqiu gazed ahead.
At this moment, Ning Mingsheng stood within the Pantheon, looking at him with a gentle gaze that held the indifference of a God.
Ji Jingqiu took a step forward, leading the charge.
This step shook the hearts of countless observers, causing the powers within the Spirit Realm to jolt; was this young man actually taking the initiative to attack?!
Even those not of the same path had to admire his unsurpassed Qi Po!
Ji Jingqiu calmly replied to Hel in his heart:
"From the Ancient Road’s will, it can be inferred that Emperor Heaven and the Great Universe share the same origin, derived from one lineage. The actions of Ning Mingsheng that followed later were not recognized by the will of the Ancient Road."
[Heh, just some meager residues of will from the strong, can they compare to the legacy of Emperor Heaven’s myriad spirits?]
"Legacy? What is the legacy of all spirits? Is this truly the legacy of all spirits?"
Ji Jingqiu retorted, in that moment indifferent, his spirit as indomitable as Vajra, capable of severing all ties in the world.
His display of strength and indifference at this moment evoked annoyance in Hel, even though her words were indeed laced with personal motives, deliberately steering him; but how could he dare to treat her with such an attitude?!
But before Hel could retaliate, she was startled by the scene before her.
The vast and limitless Bitter Sea, suspended upside down in the sky, suddenly surged violently as if trying to break through the boundaries of the Projection!
The rains of blood from the sky grew even heavier, pounding down, the Eight Sufferings pervading Heaven and Earth.
Only this Pure Land remained sacred and inviolable.
Hel seemed to see a Green Lamp.