Chapter 1202 - Prototype World (1/2)

Chapter 1202: Prototype World

Translator: Larbre Studio Editor: Larbre Studio

The fire dragon was more than 200 meters long. Though made out of flames, it had obvious horns, scales, and talons. It looked like a real dragon flying in the air.

Saint Chen Yi held the scepter and stood within the fire. They pa.s.sed through the golden clouds and escaped.

“Such a powerful Heir Stamp. Just what kind of power is it?”

A level 52 Spiritual Power Saint was actually killed in an instant.

Thinking back to how Saint Chen Xi had been killed, Chen Yi was terrified and his body shook involuntarily.

The fire dragon flew quickly and reached hundreds of miles away. Saint Chen Yi let out a relieved breath. With his cultivation, he was confident in dodging the Heir Stamp from 100 miles away, no matter how strong it was.

Suddenly, he discovered with a shock that the Heir Stamp’s golden clouds actually covered the sky above his head. Not only that, a blue river crossed the sky. It was hundreds of miles long. Blue Qi surged in the river and fell down.

“Oh, no.”

Saint Chen Yi panicked and raised his scepter with both hands. Layers of fiery rings rushed out of his feet. They pa.s.sed his legs, waist, chest, arms, and the 36 layers finally converged at the scepter.

“Burning Sky Spell!” he thundered, releasing his strongest spell.

Kaboom.

An explosion sounded above the scepter. Sizzling, a ring of red fire burst out with the scepter as the center. The entire sky was instantly shrouded in fire. It seemed to turn into a furnace world. All the vegetation within hundreds of miles was instantly turned to dust.

Zhang Ruochen and Huang Yanchen controlled the Heir Stamp with all their might. The stamp grew even bigger. It floated in the clouds like a jade city.

The Heir Stamp trembled violently. Then the blue river in the sky grew even stronger. It pa.s.sed through the flames and hit Saint Chen Yi.

“How can you be so powerful… I…cannot accept…”

He cried out tragically. The next moment, his physical body and scepter exploded at the same time and turned to dust.

Yet another Spiritual Power Saint had died.

The blue river quickly shrank back into the Heir Stamp, transforming into a blue thread of light.

Huang Yanchen collected the Heir Stamp. It was only the size of a jade bowl, hovering above her pale and slender palm.

Even Zhang Ruochen was surprised by the Heir Stamp’s power. After all, Huang Yanchen was only a lower Saint in martial arts and Zhang Ruochen was only a second trial Pre-Saint. Yet they were able to use the Heir Stamp to easily kill two 52nd-level Spiritual Power Saints.

The two Saints had wanted to escape but couldn’t.

Zhang Ruochen stared at Huang Yanchen’s Heir Stamp. He saw eight blue threads inside.

Earlier, they’d only activated one to create the blue celestial river. It unleashed extremely terrifying might. What would it be like if they activated all eight threads at the same time?

Of course, with their cultivations, it was difficult to activate just one. It was hard to control the power. It wouldn’t be easy to activate all eight simultaneously.

Zhang Ruochen also took out an Heir Stamp and held it. This was from Ouyang Huan of the Demonic Sect!

There were also eight threads in the stamp.

Zhang Ruochen hadn’t researched it after getting it. Now, he split a beam of Spiritual Power and went into it.

The Heir Stamp contained a boundless world. He couldn’t find the end at all.

There were eight rolling blue celestial rivers in the world, carrying unmatchable emperor-like strength. Zhang Ruochen’s Spiritual Power approached it. The power from the rivers instantly swallowed his Spiritual Power.

Zhang Ruochen let out a long breath. He opened his eyes again and muttered to himself, “Is the Heir Stamp just a prototype world? No, this world…”

“…Is empty,” Huang Yanchen said.

Zhang Ruochen looked over quizzically.

“You’re right,” Huang Yanchen said. “The Heir Stamp is a prototype world, but it’s still empty right now. An Heir can only start adding Rules of Saintly Way after reaching the Saint Realm to perfect the world. Finally, it will evolve into a true world.”

“No wonder Chi Yao says that the nine Heir Stamps are the strongest weapons. She’s created nine worlds.” Zhang Ruochen thought carefully and then asked, “What are the eight threads of light in the Heir Stamp?”

Huang Yanchen pursed her lips. “Those…are the Empress’ hair.”

“How is that possible?”

Zhang Ruochen furrowed his brows. “I can feel that the lights are like celestial rivers. They contain horrible destructive power. How can they only be strands of hair?”