I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

On this day, Xiaoyao Peak, which was usually tranquil, was transformed into a grand and complex array.

The entire Lingfeng Peak was enveloped in a misty cloud.

Looking from a distance, the clouds and mist surged and rolled, like a mysterious veil.

Some disciples who were passing by stopped to watch, but even their divine senses were blocked from entering.

News spread that their divine son would be going into seclusion.

"That's way too much!!"

Some disciples found it unbelievable; if it were them, and they became a king, they would definitely enjoy their power for a year or two.

Living a life of debauchery, surrounded by beautiful women—isn't that what spiritual practice is all about?

This seclusion, less than a month after his departure, has put pressure on many disciples.

Immediately, more than half of the disciples of the Xuantian Sect were stimulated and went into seclusion.

Inside the cave, Shen Ming was truly in seclusion this time, preparing to condense his spiritual body as Jian Li had instructed.

"Although it is a spiritual world, it is almost indistinguishable from your physical body, including your supernatural powers, your natal sword, and even your Qiankun bag."

"If I give the magical treasures to other people inside, will there be two treasures when we come out? Or will my magical treasures disappear? It must be very convenient to trade inside," Shen Ming asked.

Jian Li blinked, wondering how she came up with such a tricky question.

"You'll find out when the time comes." She didn't know how to say it.

"Ok."

Immediately afterwards, the Great Luo Sword flew out, its blade long and slender, radiating a profound light that resembled the cold moonlight yet contained the blazing power of stars.

Ancient and mysterious runes are engraved on the hilt of the sword, and as the runes flow, the faint sounds of the Great Dao can be heard.

After absorbing meteorite iron, it transformed from a rough sword blank into what it is now.

Of course, Shen Ming thought the runes were too flashy; he preferred a clear, monochrome sword blade.

The immortal sword trembled slightly, and its light shone brightly, so dazzling that it was almost impossible to look directly at it.

Amidst the blinding light, the immortal sword slowly materialized into a human form.

She was tall and graceful, dressed in white that was as pure as snow, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a celestial being descended from heaven, with an otherworldly and refined air.

Her face was stunningly beautiful, with eyebrows like distant mountains, eyes like stars, and skin as delicate and smooth as mutton fat jade. Her long black hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, casually tied up with a single ribbon.

She gently raised her hand, her slender fingers as white as scallions, with a faint glimmer at the fingertips.

Then, she slowly swung her jade-like arm, slicing it towards the void in front of her.

The space seemed like a fragile piece of paper, easily torn open with a narrow slit.

At first, the crevice was a chaotic darkness, but in an instant, strange and dazzling light burst forth from it.

"It is still possible to connect the lower realm to the endless divine realm."

Jian Li felt a little relieved, but then suddenly realized that the cave was too quiet.

Turning around, he saw Shen Ming staring intently at him.

“Look at the Divine Gate; the method for cultivating the spiritual body lies within it,” Jian Li said.

Upon closer inspection, an invisible law seems to be slowly surging within this irregularly shaped door.

When you concentrate, it's as if wisps of energy are flowing through your eyes and into your soul.

Strange ripples stirred deep within his soul, as if a pebble had been thrown into a calm lake.

Gradually, the feeling grew stronger, as if the soul was breaking free from some kind of restraint.

Shen Ming thought of out-of-body experiences, even though he had never experienced them.

His soul became pure, and finally, without realizing it, it merged into the gate and entered the endless divine realm.

……

Extraterritorial battlefields, a path of trials.

Although the name sounds like an ordinary road, it is actually a vast and boundless region fraught with endless dangers.

A somber atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the air itself had become heavy and cold, and the sky displayed a depressing dark red hue.

Thick, dark clouds piled up year-round, with blinding purple lightning flashing across them from time to time, the lightning bolts resembling ferocious giant pythons.

The ground beneath our feet was riddled with holes and filled with bottomless ravines.

The World Tree has closed the Star Road, and the Golden Road in the Middle Three Realms has been closed.

To reach the Middle Three Realms, one must now pass through this place, complete the trials, and gain the approval of the Heavenly Dao.

At this moment, many people have gathered on the path of trials.

“We’re not the worst off. Those who went up the golden road or the star path can’t come back now.”

"They're doing just fine up there, there's no need for them to come back."

"Who knows."

Suddenly, powerful and terrifying auras appeared out of thin air.

Four figures descended one after another, all of them quasi-emperor level experts.

Above the clouds was a quasi-emperor of the Ice Spirit Clan, surrounded by icy elemental power that froze even the white clouds.

A faint shimmer seemed to appear between the strands of hair, adding to its ethereal and mysterious charm.

"That's the old patriarch of the Ice Spirit Clan!"

Someone recognized him.

The emperor was old, his face etched with deep wrinkles.

He sat motionless in the clouds.

Another potential emperor was a black bull a hundred feet tall, which crushed a mountain and made it its den.

He is the quasi-emperor of the alien race of the sacred mountain.

It has a pair of huge horns on its head, covered with mysterious patterns.

Its fur transformed into a tough suit of armor, gleaming with a metallic sheen and containing powerful lightning energy.

Some observant people have noticed that these two prospective kings have something in common.

That is, their people suffered heavy losses at the hands of the Eternal Emperor.

During the Eternal Emperor's Hunting War, he eliminated a Spirit King of the Ice Spirit Clan, and no one knows how he did it.

Later, on the final battlefield, the Eternal Emperor killed a giant ape, scared away a black bull, and became enemies with the alien race of the Divine Mountain.

Ancient Holy Emperor Academy!

Those on the path of trials immediately made this connection.

The quasi-emperors have already completed the trials and are able to travel between the upper and lower realms.

They've come here to ambush people.

They were blocking the path to the golden road, the eternal prince who chose to remain in his own world.

Everyone looked at the other potential emperor, a human who was unwilling to reveal his identity and whose entire body was covered by a wide black robe.

The Eternal Emperor's son killed the Champion Marquis in the hunting battle, causing the Panyue Dynasty to lose its dominance over the battlefields beyond its borders.

Therefore, the Eternal Prince is highly respected among the human race.

This human wanted to enter the Ancient Holy Emperor Academy, but did not want to provoke the Eternal Academy.

This only fuels people's curiosity about his identity.

Unfortunately, only his withered hands were exposed.

His skin was dry and cracked, covered with wrinkles, and his knuckles were prominent, yet he exuded an undeniable air of authority.

The four quasi-emperors all share the common trait that their lifespans are about to run out.

Therefore, they are willing to spare no effort to kill the Eternal Emperor's Son here in order to gain the qualification to enter the Ancient Holy Emperor Academy.

"The Panyue Dynasty is truly ruthless. They've practically blocked the path of the Eternal Emperor's son. If he comes, he'll die; if he doesn't, his cultivation will stagnate!"