Fantasy: The Clan Chief Lies Down, His House Is Full of Emperors

Inside the Divine Palace.

A steward in white robes stood at the entrance, and not far behind him stood a stone tablet that was ten feet wide and a hundred feet high, with a row of names on it.

"Produce the Divine Palace Token and register."

After the manager finished speaking, everyone hurried over.

Some busybodies asked about it.

"Sir, what is the meaning of the name on this stone tablet?"

The manager chuckled.

"This is called the combat power ranking. Once all the students in this cohort have been tallied, they will be ranked according to their cultivation level."

"If a person with a lower ranking challenges a person with a higher ranking and wins, they can obtain the opponent's Divine Palace Token. Every year, a different number of Divine Palace Tokens will be issued according to the ranking. Divine Palace Tokens can be exchanged for opportunities within the palace, or even for the inheritance of the Holy Realm."

Everyone was astonished after hearing this.

The Sacred Realm's Legacy!!!

Most of the exceptional talents come to the Divine Palace for this reason! Even the prodigies from those transcendent powers are the same.

They didn't know how to obtain the Holy Realm's inheritance before, but now they understand immediately.

It turns out that the Divine Palace Token in their hands has such an important function.

Then someone asked, "Who are these people up here now?"

“Of course, they belong to the previous cohort of students,” the steward replied.

That is, the one from a hundred years ago.

Upon hearing this, everyone immediately looked up.

"Sure enough, I saw our Holy Son up there!!"

"I never expected that the Monkey King Prince of the Great Xia Dynasty would actually rank in the top three! He's truly formidable."

"Tsk tsk, those who were ranked in the top ten a hundred years ago are now all giants in their own right."

Some of the people on the stone tablet are already dead, but others have made a name for themselves and become powerful figures who rule over a region.

It is embarrassing.

After registering, they were randomly assigned a cave dwelling.

The entire Shenque Palace is very large, at least as large as the three major dynasties combined. There are also some ruins and secret realms belonging to the Shenque Palace, with the entrances located within the palace.

Xu Luo did not rush to find Xu Muge; three days passed.

Today is the last day that Shenque Palace is open. After that time, the formation will be activated, and the entire Shenque Palace will be hidden.

Those who arrive late have already lost their chance to enter the Divine Palace.

"All trainees, gather at the combat power ranking stone tablet."

A deep, resonant voice echoed throughout the Divine Palace, and everyone immediately left their respective caves and came to the entrance of the Divine Palace.

The Divine Palace is completely different from sects and families. It is very lax in its teaching and management of students, and it can even be said that it doesn't care at all.

They only need to come here once, on the day the gates are closed, and then they are completely free to move around.

Before long, all the students of this year's Shenque Academy had arrived, and everyone was looking around and whispering among themselves.

"There are so many people this year, almost five hundred!!"

"Yes, it used to be two or three hundred."

"With the great struggle about to begin, geniuses and prodigies are emerging in every region, so it's normal for there to be more people."

"boom!!"

At this moment, the young man radiating golden light that Xu Luo had encountered at the entrance of Shenque Mansion arrived.

He was tall and his muscles were like a tangled red dragon. His eyes were piercing and his gaze was so domineering that people dared not look him in the eye.

someone exclaimed.

"He's actually here too!"

"Who is he?"

"Jin Kui, the prodigy of the Golden Winged Tiger Clan! The Golden Winged Tiger Clan is the royal family among the demon races, descendants of the ancient mythical beast Qiongqi."

Only then did everyone realize that the golden light surrounding Jin Kui was emanating from his back.

The Golden Winged Tiger Clan all possess a pair of golden wings, which are not only extremely fast but also incredibly sharp and tough, making them difficult to contend with even the most powerful weapons.

The Divine Palace has no requirements regarding the identity or character of ordinary students. Anyone, whether demon, good, or evil, can come as long as they have talent and strength.

But once you enter the Divine Palace, you must abide by its rules. The Divine Palace doesn't care about your status; if you break the rules, you will be punished accordingly.

"Ok?"

Sensing a powerful aura, Jin Kui suddenly turned his head to look west.

Soon everyone saw a figure flying over from that direction.

This man was tall and slender with sharp eyes and an aura as deep as the ocean. After he landed, some people recognized him.

"Zhan Wufeng, the Holy Son of the True One Holy Land!!"

"I heard that Zhan Wufeng has an extremely strong physical body. Back then, in order to cultivate a body-refining technique, he went to the Northern Region and killed tens of thousands of great demons. The corpses of the demons piled up like mountains."

"It seems that the two of them are bound to have a showdown sooner or later."

They both genuinely wanted to kill each other.

the reason is simple.

The great demon feeds on humans, especially those who are strong.

Human powerhouses would also hunt down demons in order to cultivate their techniques, refine elixirs and weapons.

"boom!!"

Just then, another powerful aura descended, and after he landed, the surrounding geniuses scattered in all directions.

Because he was a demonic cultivator, and notorious at that.

A bald man stepped out from the crowd and came up to him.

"Amitabha Buddha, Benefactor Qiu, how have you been?"

The demonic cultivator smiled sinisterly, "Don't act like we're old friends. I'm only interested in your flesh and soul."

“Benefactor Qiu is joking. If you can lay down your butcher’s knife and convert to Buddhism, what’s wrong with giving me my flesh and soul?” The bald monk in his robes spoke with an air of indifference.

The demonic cultivator scoffed, "Tsk tsk, still as hypocritical as ever."

The bald monk, whose Dharma name is Jingxin, comes from Wuliang Temple in the Western Regions and is a Buddhist disciple of Wuliang Temple in this generation.

Legend has it that lotus flowers fell from the sky when he was born, and the sound of Buddha's voice spread far and wide. Therefore, not long after, he was taken away by Wuliang Temple and made a Buddhist disciple.

The demonic cultivator, named Qiu Tianlu, came from the Southern Demonic Sect. He was born with extremely strong demonic nature and was bloodthirsty. The number of people killed by all the geniuses present combined probably did not exceed the number killed by him alone.

Their power is in no way inferior to that of the True One Holy Land and the Great Xia Dynasty.

It's inevitable that these two, one a Buddha and the other a demon, would be in opposition.

Besides them, princes of the dynasty and divine sons of ancient families also arrived one after another.

Although most of the people present were exceptional individuals, they paled in comparison to them.

If they grow up smoothly, they will all become giants in Cangzhou in the future.

Xu Luo, however, was not interested in them; he only wanted to find members of the Xu family.