Chapter 272: The Empress’ Style (2/2)
Bi Ningshuai also shifted his gaze towards Feng Feiyun since this was another monster! At intermediate God Base, he was able to kill a peak God Base with seven divine intents. After leaving the Immeasurable Tower, he must have gotten even stronger.
Feng Feiyun shook his head in response: “Her battle prowess is ten times greater than mine. Even if I cultivated a ninth divine intent, I would only be able to withstand one move from her at best, her second would slay me with certainty.”
Feng Feiyun had formed his eighth divine intent and was only two steps away from grand achievement God Base. He had observed what happened earlier very carefully. There was too great of a gap between himself and the empress which he found quite unbelievable.
A human could actually have such incredible talents; this race could indeed surpass phoenixes in this regard.
Bi Ningshuai asked: “What if you use your Spirit Treasure?”
Feng Feiyun replied: “No point, the treasure will be suppressed by the holy monument’s power. One must rely on their own ability to leave their name on the tablet.”
“Then is it hopeless for you, Bro?” Little Demoness held his sleeve and looked up at him.
She clearly wanted to leave her name as well, but she didn’t know how powerful her foe would be just yet.
“Not necessarily, if this is…” He stopped as his eyes focused on the tablet with blazing flames in his pupils.
He had noticed some clues and wanted to see through the stone tablet. He felt a legendary force within this tablet that had been mentioned in the ancient scrolls of his phoenix clan. However, it was just a similarity that he couldn’t confirm at the moment.
Under the moonlight, the holy monument shone as bright as a piece of jade. The monument having this much spirituality made it seem as if it had fallen down from the heavens.
Feng Feiyun thought: ‘If this is indeed that type of spirit stone, then one day, the people with their names on this stone will be able to obtain a stone body. They could then refine that into a true body and come out of the tablet for an unbelievable rebirth.’
There were eighteen types of spirit stones in this world, one stranger than the previous. The higher ranking ones were exceedingly rare to the point where only a single piece might exist.
For example, the Dragon Spirit Stone at the tenth spot was unique in the entire Jin Dynasty. It could protect a kingdom’s fate and allow the dynasty to enjoy several thousand years of peace.
As for the Daomization Stone in the seventh spot, this was something formed after the death of a saint. If one could comprehend the essence of this stone, they could eventually become a saint themselves.
And in the legends, there were even more precious stones compared to these two. Some could even replenish the heavens, suppress a world, or illuminate an entire galaxy…
This stone tablet ahead made Feng Feiyun think of a mythical spirit stone. He had never seen it before and would never believe that such a thing would appear in a human kingdom, so there was no point in revealing it.
No one dared to approach the monument since they didn’t want to follow the footsteps of the golden-robed man.
“After the lunar eclipse, darkness will come and the monument will lose half of its power. That will be the best time to take action.” Many people knew that it was prohibitively difficult to defeat these ancient sages. Only when it was dark would they be able to take advantage of the weakened stone.
“Even if the monument loses half of its power, who in this generation can defeat the empress at peak God Base? How about a grand achievement God Base to defeat Nalan Hongtao? Or a third-level Heaven’s Mandate to take down Fo Canzi?” No one in the crowd answered this rhetorical question.
“Not necessarily!” A sinister voice came about.
A sail-like black cloth that also resembled black clouds came from the western sky. It blotted out the moonlight and dispersed the snowflakes.
“Swoosh!”
A bloody mist lingered above this man dressed in black. He floated above the lake and stretched out his hand to recall the divine sail.
This man’s face was completely pale. It was whiter than the snow on the ground or the bones of a corpse.
His white face and black robe created quite a colorful contrast. The moment he appeared, everyone turned silent.
“Shit, they actually came here!” Bi Ningshuai plunged into the snow, leaving out only his buttocks and legs like an ostrich.
This was a disciple from one of the Heretical Schools. He didn’t mention the exact one that was scaring him so much.
Wang Meng pulled out Bi Ningshuai by the legs and asked: “Who are these people? Even if they are the kings of hell, do you need to be so scared?”
“That’s who they are! Young reapers!” Bi Ningshuai blocked his face with both hands due to the fear of being recognized.
“If you don’t tell me, I’m going the throw you over there.” Wang Meng smiled and was about to swing Bi Ningshuai’s skinny body away.
Bi Ningshuai’s cultivation was stronger than Wang Meng’s, but he was too scared to utilize his strength at this moment.
“Don’t, don’t! I’ll tell you!” He was indeed afraid of being thrown over there as he would die for sure. He slowly revealed: “The white-faced person is the prince from the fourth hall of the Senluo Temple.” 1
1. Senluo Temple is also Yama’s Palace, or the King of Hell’s palace.