Chapter 460 - Entry (2/2)
Wang Ling's words brought Roan back to his senses. Their group got nearer the world and then were approached by three men wearing Sword Tower Masks. Their masks had black and white swords drawn on their masks' forehead. They rode over swords and Wang Ling failed to sense their cultivation.
”They are at Seizing Stars Realm. They are the ones watching over the Cosmic Road of the realm.” Chang Ping stated only to see Wang Ling drawing a blank, ”It is the Eighth Rank of the cultivation world and the third step to Ascension. Consequently, these people are from the seventh floor of the tower, the Equilibrium floor. They are on the fourth stage of sword mastery at the least.”
”I see.” Wang Ling finally understood,
”You people should know that this place does not follow the order of things from other worlds. We need to thoroughly check you for the [Tickets] to enter Holy Land. I can see that you are wearing the Sword Tower Masks, so everyone is more aware of the rules. Get back in line, no one gets preferential treatment.” The strongest of the three-spoke with contempt behind his voice.
Wang Ling creased his brows. Not only because he didn't like how he was talking but also because there was a need for a ticket. With a cup of alcohol in hand, Wang Ling spoke, ”Why does the realm have a need for a ticket?”
The Celestial Spirit Realm, a world he conquered on two separate occasions. He liked the idea that it had been deified, but not the fact that its entry was being restricted, so, he asked.
”The same reason as ever, young man. We preserve the Realm for everyone's sake. To keep the path from being destroyed by arrogant beings like you—” the person talking to Wang Ling tried stepping inside the Sailer to drive a point to Wang Ling's arrogant attitude, but the moment he did, his and everyone else's world changed.
”Who do you think you are talking to, Mortal?”
Roan the Devil.
The Three Deities.
And the Sword God released a portion of their killing intent.
The two remaining watchers and the remaining Sailers who had been cursing Wang Ling and others all shut their mouths.
The man whose cultivation had reached the unquestionable heights fell on his behind.
He turned to Wang Ling seemed to be the most normal of the six. With his mask still on, Wang Ling looked at him, ”Is that so, then that is acceptable for me. All right, now, let us in, we have this.”
Wang Ling threw the man white jade shaped into a sword for everyone to see.
[First Sword]
”Th-the First Sword's jade? Th-then, that means you are the disciple of the First Sword of the Tower?”
His mouth opened wide and without any hesitation, his attitude turned to a complete 180, not knowing he was escorting the owner of the realm they were watching over thinking he was nothing more than a disciple.