Chapter 1059: Devil Restraining Sec (1/2)

“Lu Zhuo, you’re celebrating too early, there is still one heritage tablet left, I don’t believe Huang Xiaolong can comprehend all of them!” Ren Changhai’s eyes shone with a manic gleam.

“That’s right! In the last ten million years, there has never been anyone who managed to comprehend all one hundred heritage tablets, cut my head off and I still won’t believe Huang Xiaolong can pull it off!” Zhu Huan shouted harshly, “Until the last moment, who can say for sure who’s the winner?”

Lu Zhuo’s brows furrowed unconsciously as his confidence toward Huang Xiaolong wavered.

Indeed, in their ten million years of history, no disciple had ever succeeded in comprehending all one hundred heritage tablets, could Huang Xiaolong be different?

As his gaze fell on the steel door, Lu Zhuo was struck with pangs of anxiety.

The three of them stared fixedly at room number one, causing the hall to be shrouded by a heavy silence.

Right at this time, there was movement from room number two as Zhao Wuya finally finished his sixtieth heritage tablet, moving onto the sixty-first. In the shrine’s records, disciples who could pass the sixtieth heritage tablet mark in a hundred days had always been on the lower count.

However, Ren Changhai and Zhu Huan weren't feeling good at all, barely noticing the movement.

Another two days passed under the highly tensed atmosphere. The three Ancestors kept their gazes on the first room, yet there hadn’t been any movement thus far. There was barely anything left of Lu Zhuo’s sparse beard, wrecked by Lu Zhuo himself.

Ren Changhai and Zhu Huan kept chanting in their hearts, ‘Fail, fail, fail!’

Despite their fervent negative chanting, the steel door of room number one suddenly emitted a brilliant light, expanding outward, brighter than any other times before.

Ren Changhai and Zhu Huan trembled, unwillingness written all over their faces, combined with hate, remorse, and disbelief. Their eyes became a bloodthirsty scarlet.

“Why?!” Ren Changhai let out a resentful roar. Why were they the ones who lost?

“The heritage tablets in room number one must have malfunctioned!” Zhu Huan shouted shrilling, “Yes, that must be it, that must be it!”

Lu Zhuo couldn’t be bothered with their reaction, his elated and triumphant laughter resounded in the hall, “Hahaha, this feels f*cking amazing!” Then he lamented woefully, “Heavens, why am I the one who wins again? Why it is so hard for me to lose even once?”

Ren Changhai and Zhu Huan felt their blood flow in reverse listening to Lu Zhuo’s words. In the next second, they blood on the spot.

Any other person who lost half of their sect’s treasury would vomit blood. Not doing so would be more strange.

This sight put Lu Zhuo in a jolly mood. He was caressing the few hairs left of his beard with a big grin as he said, “It's been long since our Barbarian God Sect held a celebration banquet. Once this Primordial Celestial Shrine trip ends, the three of us should have a few drinks together. As the host, both of you must give me some face and attend ah.”

Celebration banquet!

Ren Changhai and Zhu Huan felt another rush of blood flow to their hearts.

At this time, inside room number one, Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in front of the hundredth heritage tablet, enshrouded in a dazzling light. All one hundred tablets in the room were emitting the same dazzling light in resonance.

This dazzling light gathered to form a golden-colored tablet that disappeared into Huang Xiaolong’s forehead in a flash.

The instant the golden tablet entered his forehead, the dazzling light shrouding Huang Xiaolong exploded into blazing brightness as golden-colored energy flowed into his body.

When this golden energy appeared, his three supreme godheads spun madly.

It was a full day later when the golden energy diminished and everything returned to a state of calm.

Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes, exhaling deeply.

“The Devil Restraining Tablet!” Huang Xiaolong could barely hide the elation he was feeling.

Just now, the golden-colored tablet that entered his mind was the Devil Restricting Tablet, a low-grade chaos divine artifact!

A low-grade chaos divine artifact ah! Even the three sects Ancestors’ weapons were the common divine artifacts refined by Ancient God Realm masters.