Chapter 535 - – Born A Few Hundred Thousand Years Earlier (2/2)

There was still a major realm between them and the top-tier existences in the Wanshen Great Thousand.

Mo Jiuqing shook his head and said, “Contending to become a saint requires one to have lived for at least tens of millions of years, if not longer. I’m still too young.”

He glanced at Zhou Xuanji and said with somewhat deep intent, “You have hope though.”

Zhou Xuanji raised his eyebrows and asked, “Are you sure? I’m only 200 years old.”

Could this fellow see something?

Mo Jiuqing gave a smile that did not seem like a smile as he said, “That’s right, you’re only 200 years old and yet you’ve caught up to me.”

He felt a bit dispirited; no wonder the old beggar had taken Zhou Xuanji as a disciple.

The old beggar had a standard for taking disciples, which was that the new disciple’s talent must be greater than the old disciples, or else he would not take any more disciples.

“Out of us Apprentice Brothers, who is the strongest? Can they compare to the Demonic Ancestor?” Zhou Xuanji asked, his tone filled with anticipation.

From how he saw it, the Demonic Ancestor was definitely a Connecting Heaven realm existence, and he was only a step away from becoming a Saint.

Mo Jiuqing said, “I haven’t personally seen all of our Senior Apprentice Brothers’ strength, but one thing is for sure—the Demonic Ancestor is on the same level as our revered teacher. Revered teacher once mentioned a few existences who should not be offended, one of whom was the Demonic Ancestor.”

Zhou Xuanji was quite surprised; he had never thought that the old beggar would be so powerful.

He was of the same level as the Ten Great Demon Gods?

It seemed like he was also one of the first creatures after the world was created.

No wonder he could nurture so many overpowered disciples.

…

“Back to the main topic, if you were born a few hundred thousand years earlier, perhaps you really might have been able to contend to become a Saint. But now… it’s a pity.”

Mo Jiuqing said as he shook his head, “How many epochs does it take for a position to open up? We might not last until the time the next one opens up.”

The Heavenly Law was dictated by the number nine!

Under the Heavenly Law, the nine Saints rarely died.

The only time when a position opened was when they gave their position up or headed to the Void.

Zhou Xuanji pouted and inwardly thought, ‘The Heavenly Law Violet Qi is in your elder’s hands; let’s see who can become a Saint.’

…

The Demon God Palace was situated in a wild, mountainous area. There were mountains surrounding it on all sides, and countless demons were scattered everywhere. At a glance, there were all kinds of different demons.

From outside, the Demon God Palace looked like a flood dragon’s head. It was hundreds of metres tall, and filled the space between the mountains.

Within the palace, the old beggar and Xu Qing were held in iron cages adjacent to each other. Xu Qing’s body was covered with blood, and he sat weakly on the ground, breathing raggedly.

The old beggar was lying on the ground, looking quite relaxed.

This palace was very spacious. Apart from stone pillars containing candles, there was nothing else. There were many totems on the walls, all of them looking like legends.

A ball of demonic qi appeared as a man dressed in black armor and an azure robe outside it appeared.

His appearance was quite devilish, and he looked somewhat like a fox. He had two sharp fangs in his mouth, and he wore a violet, dragon horn crown on his head. He savagely smiled as he looked at the old beggar as he said, “You’re still unwilling to lower your head? You’re not afraid of your darling disciple being stolen by us?”

The old beggar scratched his bottom and harrumphed as he said, “Steal him if you want; he’s already crazy.”

The azure-robed man laughed and said, “It’s not just this disciple; your other disciples are also coming.”

The old beggar flipped to his feet and frowned as he asked, “What do you mean?”

The azure-robed man gave an evil smile as he said, “Don’t you remember that you have a disciple from the Demon Race?”

The old beggar’s expression violently changed as he gnashed his teeth, “I see!”

He nearly coughed up blood; another disciple had betrayed him!

The azure-robed man shrugged and laughed as he said, “As long as you help us divine the location of the Demonic Emperor and the Heavenly Law Violet Qi, you and your disciples can continue to live.”

The old beggar’s expression changed, and he fell into internal conflict.