Chapter 1837 - Chen Yuhua (1/2)

There were various wards and restrictions witin the Saint King Manor, and it was impossible for ordinary people to sneak in.

Deep within the Saint King Manor was a steep, towering spirit mountain. Colorful saint light radiated from the ground.

A thirty-three-story ancient tower was built within the mountains, and gave out a mystical feeling.

Xie Canghai had consumed a heaven-grade healing pill that was worth hundreds of millions, and managed to recover sixty to seventy percent of his strength before rus.h.i.+ng here immediately.

It was because Mister G.o.dcliff had told him that this Saint King Manor, that sat above all of the nodes of all of the ancient wards in the holy city, was a key location.

The node of the ancient wards was not in the main city of the Eastern Region Holy City, but here instead, this itself was an unusual thing.

Xie Canghai stepped into the spirit mountain, and like pa.s.sing thorugh a layer of water curtain, and came into a vast microworld.

The spirit mountain was still standing before him.

However, the true appearance of the ancient tower within the spirit mountain revealed its true form. It was actually a three hundred and thirty-three storey tall tower, and pierced directly into the sky, its majesty was awe-inspiring. Compared to its appearance outside, it was ten times taller and thousand times larger. A smile appeared on Xie Canghai’s face. “So this is the tower’s true form. The form outside is just an illusion. It should be the main control hub of the Holy City’s ancient wards. Mister G.o.dcliff’s calculation was on point.”

Suddenly, the smile on his face froze, as he saw an old man with silver hair sitting beneath the tower.

The old man was plainly dressed, with wrickled all over his face and his eyes cloudy.

Before him was a decayed tree root, and the root was so thoroughly rotten that a gentle touch would have shattered it.

Yet, the old man seemed reluctant to give up, as he carved on it with a small knife in his hand, as if trying to carve out a masterpiece.

Tap, tap.

Xie Canghai walked over one step after another, as his tall form stood opposite the old man saying. “Decayed wood cannot be carved, you’d be better off changing a new tree.”

The old man did not raise his head, as he was immersed in his world of carving, saying. “There will be a carving method for decayed wood. That saying of decayed wood cannot be carved only serves to show the carver’s insufficient skills.”

That old man’s hand, though thin as a stick, and seemingly unable to hold onto the knife stablely. However, each pattern he had carved out was wondrous, with the similar traces of the precepts of heaven and earth. Each carve had precepts of heaven and earth attached to it.

He was both carving, and understanding the path of heavens at the same time.

Most cultivators could not see the mystical part of it.

However Xie Canghai could see the oddities, and was inwardly shocked. “The notch was in harmony with the path. This person’s understanding of the precepts of heave and earth is above me. Kunlun Realm still have a master like this?”

“How may I address you, sir?” Xie Hong’s said with a calm look.

The old man said. “Chen Yuhua.”

Zhang Ruochen, who was hiding in the distance, was stunned when he heard the name.

Chen Yuhua was still alive?

Chen Yuhua was an ancestor of the Chen Clan, and had a.s.sisted Emperor Qing to pacify the Eastern Region eight hundred years ago. After the establishment of the First Central, Chi Yao named him as one of the twelve founding lords.

Eight hundred years ago, Chen Yuhua was a first-rate powerhouse under the Nine Emperors.

And just now, the moment an emotional fluctuation appeared in Zhang Ruochen, both Xie Canghai and Chen Yuhua’s gaze turned to his hiding place.

Yet both of them ignored him.

Clearly, in the eyes of both Xie Canghai and Chen Yuhua, their opposite number was the enemy.

Xie Canghai folded his hands in salute, saying. “Ah, so you are an ancestor of the Chen-clan. Pardon my rudeness. I want to enter the tower, and have a look of the scenery of the Eastern Region Holy City. I wonder if you would be able to make way?”

The scenery of the Eastern Region Holy City belongs to Kunlun Realm, and not to a foreign realm.”

Chen Yuhua’s voice became rather hoa.r.s.e, as he continued. “This old man is staying here to guard the tower. You will not get in. Please leave, and don’t disturb this old man carving this decayed wood.

Xie Canghai smiled and said. “Although your cultivation realm is high, but due to your advanced age, you are long past your prime, and your vitality is declining, your body is unlike before. If we really fight, you will definitely fall within a hundred blows. So why don’t you pull back now, and even possibly save your life?”

“I don’t have long to live anyway, so what’s the difference if I retreat or not?” Chen Yuhua said impa.s.sively.

Xie Canghai shook his and sighed as he said. “What a pity, a pity indeed. Your apt.i.tude is just that bit too short, and you are destined to never be able to enter the realm of a Supreme Sainthood. Otherwise, you would at least be able to extend your lifespan for another thousand years.”

Upon hearing this, the knife in Chen Yuhua’s hand stopped.

The lines that were being carved were broken.

Clearly, Chen Yuhua’s calm heart was disturbed by Xie Canghai’s words.

Eight hundred years of severe cultivation, yet his progress was slow. In fact, Chen Yuhua had long known that he had already reached his upper limits, and there was no hope in becoming a Supreme Saint in this life.

Being restricted by his apt.i.tude was the biggest regret in his life.

At this moment, Xie Canghai seized the opportunity, as demonic Qi exploded out his body, and a black demonic dragon formed in his palm, letting out an earth-shaking roar as it rushed towards Chen Yuhua.

The sound of air exploding, the earth buckling, and the demonic Qi surge all intertwined like a rolling thunder, and shook Zhang Ruochen, who was hiding in the distance, so hard that his eardrums was about to burst.

Zhang Ruochen could no longer care about exposing himself, as he activated the divine pattern engraved in him by Yueshen, before he was able to withstand the shock of the attack.

By the time he looked at the ancient tower again, he saw the small knife in Chen Yuhua’s hand had transformed into a huge flaming blade, and cut the head of the black demonic crown off with a slash.