Peerless Empress: One Woman, One Sword, Slaying Through Myriad Realms

“That is to be expected.” The saints responded, and all turned to the divine stele high in the sky, closing their eyes to comprehend it with their divine souls.

Ye Wuxi immersed herself in the inscription, her mind flowing through the Zhou Tian Shen Yan Jing, and the golden ancient characters magnified and became clear in her mind.

Each of the saints displayed their supernatural powers to comprehend the stele. The altar remained silent for a long time, with only the sound of the flames burning in the central furnace. The three saints in the main positions watched quietly, their expressions serene.

"Uncle-Master, are you confident this time?" King Sang smiled at King Bing. The three saints were surrounded by a protective barrier, so their voices would not leak out.

"Originally, I was only 50% confident, but now, judging from the guests, I am about 80%. I base my breakthrough on the art of weapon forging, and the key to this breakthrough ultimately lies in weapon forging. Since ancient times, divine weapons have always been closely related to their wielders." The King of Soldiers smiled from the bottom of his heart.

Becoming a Venerable One is extremely difficult; one's own opportunity and the fortune of the Heavenly River are both indispensable. How many people throughout history have been able to become Venerable Ones without being disturbed by worldly fortunes, like the Northern Darkness Heavenly Venerable?

His two senior brothers and sisters had already reached the Supreme level. If he failed to break through, it would only bring shame to his master.

“Uncle-Master, there’s no need to worry too much. Grandmaster has already said that this is the best opportunity. I just wonder which of the geniuses here you think is the best?” Pan Wang took a sip of his drink and smiled faintly.

Although he and the Heavenly King of Soldiers are only one realm apart, the difference is actually quite large. From the Supreme to the Venerable, even the successor of the Heavenly Venerable cannot easily cross the threshold; there is no shortcut.

"Senior brother, that's not a very interesting question. Why don't the three of us junior disciples each say who we think is better, and we make a bet?"

“You, Sang, have the most tricks up your sleeve, so you two go first.” Bing Tianwang shook his head helplessly.

“This is not a true contest of strength; I believe the Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden will win,” King Sang said, glancing at the assembled saints.

“Fengxiao, the Nirvana Heavenly Fire has an advantage.” Panwang said with a smile. The two saints looked at Bingtianwang, wanting to hear his answer.

Bing Tianwang swirled the wine glass in his hand, his gaze falling on the figure in green in the south. "I think it's Ye Wang."

Ye Wang was granted the title of Saint, and his great fortune led him to sainthood. However, this inexplicably triggered a war within the temple. Perhaps the opportunity mentioned by his master had another meaning.

As the two hours drew to a close, the sages continued to strive for complete enlightenment.

Ye Wuxi's aura was overwhelming, and his dream spanned a thousand autumns. The flow of time was very different when cultivating in the dream.

The inscription actually describes the method of controlling the furnace for military training. To participate in the casting of weapons, one must first be able to activate this ancient furnace.

"The time has come. Young friends, you may pair up and try your hand at the inscription. We will only discuss our understanding of the inscription and stop when we have reached a point."

The King of Soldiers' loud voice awakened all the saints. With a flick of his sleeve, the flames in the central furnace dissipated, awaiting unsealing.

"Which fellow Daoist is willing to fight?" Immediately, a Lesser Saint flashed to one end of the furnace, his divine sense sweeping out, enveloping the flames.

"I'll go." A Lesser Saint of the same realm unleashed a burst of flames from his palm onto the furnace, causing countless giant swords to materialize within and hurtle towards the opponent.

The essence of this competition is to use the furnace as a chessboard and the methods of manipulation found in the inscriptions to evolve into offensive and defensive techniques for battle.

Ye Wuxi calmly picked up his wine glass, savoring the wine as he watched the battle.

The most basic requirement for the saints in the Divine Weapon Palace is that they control the origin of flames or can conjure up wondrous flames.

"Both of you fellow Daoists possess extraordinary comprehension; there's no need to be so fixated on determining a winner." Soon, Sang Wang interrupted the protracted battle with a slight smile.

The two saints lowered their eyes and left the stage, knowing they had been eliminated.

"The two of them have never been able to truly shake the furnace, which is far from enough by the standards of the Divine Weapon Palace," Ye Wuxi thought to himself.

The saints, now clear on the standards of the Divine Weapon Palace, fell into a moment of awkward silence, each wanting to use the time from the battles of others to conduct further deductions.

A crisp sound came from the seat where the God King Wu was, and his figure had already landed on the side of the furnace. His gaze turned to Chu Jiangli, "Saint Li and King Ye both came from the Conferring Saint Platform. They must have extraordinary talent. Do you dare to fight?"

Of the three sages of the Southern Heaven, Chu Jiangli and Lu Lin are clearly not in control of the source of fire, especially Chu Jiangli, whose physique is not yet apparent. How can they compete with the sun for brilliance?

"Why wouldn't I dare?" Chu Jiangli, dressed in white, remained motionless, and in an instant, he appeared opposite him.

"He certainly knows how to pick his opponents." Ye Wuxi raised an eyebrow slightly.

If the eldest sister hadn't entered the Southern Heaven, she might have been worried, but now that the eldest sister has received the teachings of the Supreme God, her skills are already on par with the former, and she has also inherited a very suitable and wondrous fire.

“Of course the eyes of the Sun God Clan are not blind,” Lu Lin said in agreement. The God King Wu never picks on the weak; the eyes of the Sun are incredibly ruthless.

"You Southern Heaven people are all very confident." God King Wu's voice was indifferent, his eyes flashing with the fire of the sun god, and he turned his hands, shaking the earth furnace.

The furnace, which had been motionless just moments before, suddenly trembled and spun, rising abruptly from the ground and crushing towards Chu Jiangli with ferocious force. At the same time, terrifying war wheels also emerged from the furnace, rushing towards her.

"Even though I can't compare to the God King, the arrogance of a defeated general remains undiminished." Chu Jiangli's body remained still, and a round, gray-black flame surged from his palm, covering the earthen furnace.

The furnace suddenly stopped its forward momentum and began to expand wildly in circles. At the same time, gray-black flames rose from the furnace, shooting straight into the sky and even engulfing the fire of the sun.

A chilling whip continuously evolved from the flames, piercing through the endless sun war wheel, lashing out at the god-king Wu.

The furnace also changed its attack direction, as if all its power had been absorbed into the vast, fireless void, and it crushed towards him with the whip.

"It is an extremely rare Void Flame." The saints present looked at the endless fire with slight surprise.

“There are indeed no weaklings among the Saint Kings who have emerged from this generation’s Consecration Platform. This one is only a dozen or so rank away from becoming a Saint, yet he was able to fight against the God King Wu. At least in terms of comprehension, he is in no way inferior.” King Sang in the main seat showed surprise on his face.

“The Southern Heaven was left behind by the Invincible Supreme, so there is still a lineage. The Void Dao once shone brightly in ancient times, and this Saint Li seems more like the successor of the Invincible.” Bing Tianwang said with a deep look in his eyes.

The performance of these two saints was what he expected, but it wasn't enough.

The Nine Heavens Mystic Maiden frowned slightly. God King Wu Ruo had suffered another defeat. The high-profile appearance of the Fire God Temple and the Sun God Clan had become a joke, paving the way for Nan Tian's first appearance.