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"This martial will is incredibly powerful, enduring for a thousand years without dissipating, demonstrating the astonishing cultivation of the person who inscribed this."
"Could this be the genuine work of Immortal Venerable Guangcheng?"
"What? Immortal Venerable Guangcheng?"
The martial artists present all looked on in shock.
The legends surrounding the Temple of the War God have always been among the most mysterious tales in the martial arts world. It is said that even an ordinary person with no cultivation can instantly achieve the realm of a terrestrial immortal simply by entering the Temple of the War God and then exiting.
What about those who were originally terrestrial immortals, or even stronger beings at a higher level?
Moreover, even before stepping into the Temple of the God of War, the three large characters had already shaken their minds, and the hearts of all the warriors were filled with excitement.
Unfortunately, opportunities in the Temple of War are limited.
"I've heard that each time the Temple of War opens, only a small number of martial artists are allowed to enter after the restrictions dissipate."
"So that means..."
The martial artists watching from outside the hall exchanged glances, their eyes gradually turning dangerous.
"All unauthorized personnel, please disperse! The Imperial Guards of the Tang Dynasty have arrived!"
A group of golden-armored knights came galloping from afar, and warriors along the way hurriedly dodged.
As the imperial guards of the Tang Dynasty, the Imperial Guards all possessed at least the Innate Realm cultivation level. Their formations were unpredictable, causing even ordinary terrestrial immortals to give them a wide berth.
More importantly, the Imperial Guards represented the majesty of the Tang Dynasty's imperial family.
In the world today, besides the other two great dynasties and the World Society, the only ones who dare to rival the Imperial Guards are probably the elusive Azure Dragon Society!
The warriors gathered in front of the Temple of War dared not speak out in anger and could only give way.
The golden-armored knights rode swiftly to the front of the palace, clearing a space. Within the designated area stood a burly figure, entirely indigo and wearing a demon mask, gazing intently at the ancient palace.
"If I could obtain the inheritance of the Temple of War, I could then... hehe, express my feelings!"
If other martial artists knew his thoughts, they would probably find it both laughable and exasperating.
It turns out that in front of the War God Hall left by Immortal Venerable Guangcheng, this powerful figure was thinking about matters of the heart.
The mighty Welding Corpse Ancestor, a peerless master ranked thirty-second on the Heavenly Dao Nine Provinces Battle Power Ranking, is pursuing this.
"The Corpse Ancestor of the Welding Demon, does the Great Tang intend to monopolize this opportunity?"
Just as many warriors dared not speak out in anger, the Imperial Guards dispersed the crowd, and Hanba stared blankly at the Temple of the God of War.
Suddenly, a crack appeared in the distant sky, and four monks emerged from the air—Padmasambhava of the Great Yuan Dynasty, accompanied by the three Venerables: Dragon Elephant, Brain Demon, and Joy.
"What? Do you all have any objections?" The monk Longxiang's voice boomed like a bell.
Hanba had already sensed the approaching figure. With his hands behind his back, he exuded a ferocious battle intent. His fearsome reputation as "Scorched Earth for a Thousand Miles" was well-deserved; every move he made turned a thousand miles into scorched earth. At this moment, with the slightest movement from him, the surrounding martial artists turned pale and retreated in droves. Even Lotus Flower and his group couldn't help but change their expressions slightly.
230 - The three great dynasties join forces, incurring the wrath of the people!
Suddenly, a unified shout rang out from the horizon, and a troop of soldiers in black armor swept in like a black dragon. Though they marched on foot, they arrived in an instant, scattering the crowd and reaching the front of the Golden Armored Imperial Guards.
"Qin's elite troops?!" Everyone's expression changed drastically. The Imperial Guards quickly formed ranks, ready and waiting. The Qin army, however, stood silently before the Hall of War, with only the leading general and the black-clad strategist stepping forward.
"Hanba, it's been many years. Do you still want to spar with me?" the white-clad general said calmly.
"'Human Butcher' Bai Qi!" Even the infamous Hanba couldn't help but shrink his pupils.
Padmasambhava ignored Bai Qi and turned to the black-robed scholar, pressing his palms together and saying, "Amitabha! Layman Wei, instead of practicing in seclusion in Shang, has personally come here."
"Isn't he here too?" The newcomer was none other than Shang Yang, the protector of the Qin state and the reformer who strengthened Qin.
Although Padmasambhava looked like a child, he spoke with maturity: "In that case, why don't our three great dynasties join forces and share the War God Temple? If we wait for the Yunzhou sects or the mysterious 'Azure Dragon Society' to get involved..." These words were sent directly to Shang Yang and Bai Qi's ears using a secret mental technique.
While it's not uncommon for martial arts practitioners to transmit their voices in secret, none can match the secrecy of Padmasambhava's unique skill.
These words are fine to discuss in private, but if they are publicized, wouldn't it make the Yuan Dynasty seem afraid of the Azure Dragon Society?
What will become of the Yuan Dynasty's dignity?
Where is the Khan's authority?
How will Padmasambhava establish himself in the martial arts world from now on?
After a moment's thought, Shang Yang nodded in agreement.
The last time, the three talented individuals gathered outside Changchun Valley in Dali, each displaying their unique abilities to compete for the Fountain of Immortality.
In the end, all they got was a finely bound classic book and a jar of rotten water that had been switched.
It not only wastes time but also damages one's reputation.
It's possible that the Azure Dragon Society might be secretly causing trouble.
Ordinary warriors might not know, but how could Shang Yang not know?
This Temple of the God of War is one of the Thirty-Six Blessed Lands!
With each additional grotto-heaven they control, the Qin Dynasty has a greater chance of conquering the Nine Provinces.
Rather than arguing over ownership in front of the palace and giving petty villains an opportunity to take advantage,
It would be better to join forces with the two great dynasties of Yuan and Tang.
Although the profit was slightly less, it was still better than the previous defeat.
Hanba's gaze swept over Lianhuasheng and the others, then lingered on Shang Yang and Bai Qi for a moment before finally withdrawing his hand and waving his sleeve in acknowledgment.
The Imperial Guards immediately withdrew from their battle formation and resumed their previous posture.
This time, the elite troops of the Great Qin have also joined the blockade!
"Outrageous! The Temple of War is a legacy of the Immortal Master Guangchengzi; it should rightfully belong to a virtuous person."
"Now, the three great dynasties are bullying the weak and secretly bestowing such immortal opportunities upon each other; it's simply..."
"How is it? Are you still not fully awake, brother?"
"These were three great dynasties; when an emperor was enraged, millions would die and blood would flow for miles."
"How dare you, insignificant beings, speak ill of the imperial court?"
"Are we just going to let them divide up the immortal destiny?"
"The tide has turned, and there's nothing we can do. Such an opportunity is ultimately beyond our reach."
The people of the martial arts world were full of complaints, but they were helpless against the three great dynasties.
Despite their resentment, some of the less capable individuals have already packed their bags and are preparing to leave.
Padmasambhava, whose spiritual practice encompasses all creation, naturally heard these idle gossips.
However, apart from a handful of people like Shang Yang, there were very few martial arts practitioners present, even those at the Land Immortal Realm were extremely rare.
What's the point of having any complaints about such insignificant ants?
Do we really need to go through the trouble of crushing a few ants?
He had no time for such things, and led the three monks, Longxiang, into the inner circle, where they stood side by side with Hanba, Shang Yang, and Bai Qi.
Everyone watched the Temple of War in silence, waiting for the restrictions to dissipate.
"Alas, such a heaven-sent opportunity, yet we can only admire it from afar, unable even to approach it."
"Hmph! So what if the three great dynasties are arrogant? I dare say this time, they'll be just like they were in Changchun Valley in Dali—they won't get any benefits!"
"Wait, what does this have to do with Changchun Valley?"
"You guys didn't know?"
"The last time, the three great dynasties sent a large number of experts to Dali, precisely to find Changchun Valley and seize the legendary Fountain of Immortality that could make people young again."
"And the result? Tell me quickly!"
The incident at Changchun Valley caused the three great dynasties to lose face, so they blocked the news and forbade it from spreading.
But nothing stays secret forever. There are always busybodies who find out the inside story.
"And the result..."
"Heh heh! The three families fought amongst themselves, forbidding any other forces from interfering, but in the end, all they found in the valley was a 'plum' book and a pool of foul-smelling spring water."
"What? The Fountain of Immortality stinks?"
"Idiot! Someone must have switched them!"
"The three great dynasties were extremely domineering, scheming and plotting, but in the end, they all came to nothing."
"That's why I say, they're probably going to waste their time again this time."
"Who would dare to switch the goods of the three great dynasties? Is there anyone in the world who would oppose them?"
You've hit the nail on the head."
"Ordinary people and powerful forces naturally dare not provoke the three great dynasties."
"But what if they're not ordinary people?"
Who did it?
"The Azure Dragon Society, Ximen Yu!"
The moment the names of the Azure Dragon Society and Ximen Yu were mentioned, the once noisy plain fell silent.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, a coldness shooting straight to their heads.
After all, the Azure Dragon Society could destroy five great dynasties with a flick of its wrist and massacre the martial arts world; those who obeyed lived, and those who defied died!
As for Ximen Yu, he is the number one forbidden master in the Nine Provinces!
How many top experts were merely his foils, making him the ceiling of combat power in the Nine Provinces on the Heavenly Dao Ranking?
Who can withstand even a single move from him?
I've never heard of it before!
Even Padmasambhava and Shang Yang, who were originally calm and composed, couldn't help but feel uneasy at this moment.
Was the Changchun Valley incident truly orchestrated by the Azure Dragon Society?
Will the Azure Dragon Society stand idly by as the Temple of War appears in the world this time?
If they get involved, how should we deal with it?
Thinking of this, Padmasambhava, Shang Yang, and even the honest Hanba couldn't help but feel uneasy.
At this moment, everyone was pondering the same question—
Will the Azure Dragon Society come?
231 - Is something wrong?
"Jie Jie Jie!"
"Treasures of nature should be taken by virtuous people. This deity has come in person, so retreat at once!"
Chapter 118 Mask
As he was deep in thought, a chilling laugh echoed from the void, followed by the sudden appearance of a giant ice sculpture mask.
This mask, though clearly an inanimate object, opens and closes eerily, just like a real face.
Its tone was extremely arrogant, as if a god had descended to earth.
This person is none other than Di Shitian, who has submitted to the Azure Dragon Society and recognized Ximen Yu as his master.
"Insolence! Who dares to play tricks on me, you coward?"
Since the monk calls himself "Brain Demon," he is naturally skilled in the art of mental power.
In his view, the ice sculpture mask was nothing more than a phantom created by his spiritual power.
After countless years and reincarnation, his cultivation has reached the early stage of the Supreme Myth Realm.
With the accumulation of power through possession and devouring, coupled with the enhancement of secret techniques, he believed that his spiritual strength was second only to Padmasambhava.
He was previously defeated by Wuming simply because the opponent was too strong.
What is there to fear now, this guy of dubious origin who's just putting on airs?
With a furious roar, he stomped his foot on the ground, releasing all the spiritual power he had accumulated throughout his life, shooting straight at the ice sculpture mask in the sky.