The Fate of Eternal Life

Chapter 97 Testing
At the juncture of the emergence of all races, the Qishi Mansion reopened after a hiatus of ten thousand years, with a tremendous impact.

The young generation of the five major regions—Central Plains, Northern Plains, Eastern Wilderness, Western Desert, and Southern Ridge—are all stirring, and outstanding talents from all over the world are converging on Central Plains.

In an instant, the vast and boundless Central Plains was overflowing with talented individuals; it seemed that one could bump into a genius every few steps. There were heirs from holy lands and immortal dynasties, as well as holy sons and daughters of many supreme sects, and of course, unknown rogue cultivators.

At this moment of great change, the Qishi Mansion has set its minimum requirements: one must have the combat power of a Saint Son!
Even so, it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the young talents. On the first day, tens of thousands of people gathered outside the mountain gate, all of them extraordinary, shoulder to shoulder, a sea of ​​people.

It's easy to imagine that even more people will come here in the coming month.

Beiyuan, the royal family.

After his defeat at Yaochi, Wolf God Wang Teng returned to Ancient Emperor Mountain and emerged to undergo tribulation and advance to the Immortal Platform realm.

Riding the Heavenly Emperor's chariot and wielding the Heavenly Emperor's sword, he patrolled the Northern Region, pacifying the younger generation of the Northern Plains, and even venturing into the ancient clans that had emerged from the world. He challenged the younger generation and finally made a name for himself as the Northern Emperor.

Such a powerful force in a region would naturally not be overlooked by the Qishi Mansion, which took the initiative to visit the Wang family and offer them the opportunity to send a successor.

Wang Teng readily accepted the offer and, after resting, headed to Zhongzhou.

The Central Plains, the most powerful of the five domains, represents antiquity and mystery, and is steeped in endless legends. It is said to be connected to other ancient stars, possessing an outer gate that seals the secrets of the Immortal Realm.

Vast and boundless, a land of outstanding people and abundant resources, home to four immortal dynasties that have endured for hundreds of thousands of years and reached their zenith.

Of course, in the eyes of a top young master like Wang Teng who dominates a large region, there are only four who can be considered his opponents!

Little Celestial Venerable Ning Qingyi!

Emperor Xiang Yufei!
Qi Lin, the Demon of the South!

Himeko of the Eastern Wilderness!

This time, according to the information revealed by the elder of the Qishi Mansion who came to invite him, Little Celestial Venerable Ning Qingyi has already entered the Qishi Mansion. Naturally, he is unwilling to be subordinate to others and wants to fight again in the Sendai!

If the Great Emperor of Chaos could rise from a hundred defeats to become an emperor, so could he.

Outside the Qishi Mansion, a vast expanse of young talents thronged, geniuses were practically worthless, a dime a dozen. Among them, some stood out, while others, their resolve dimmed, were shattered by setbacks.

"boom!"

Xu Zixuan, now in his Feathered King form, made his move. Behind him, a strange phenomenon appeared, with the azure sky swirling with boundless energy, displaying unparalleled power.

He was handsome and had a peaceful expression, but his moves were earth-shattering and he possessed an invincible aura.

His opponent was also extraordinary, a holy son of the supreme sect among the Hundred Schools of Thought. Although he was not afraid of special physiques, like Xu Zixuan, he had already reached the Four Extremes Perfection and was only half a step away from breaking through to the Dragon Transformation Realm.

He was a rising star among the younger generation, but unfortunately, he was no match for the Feather King and was suppressed.

The holy son paled, for the Qishi Palace had always only allowed a few hundred people to enter, at most eight hundred. His defeat meant he had lost his chance.

"please!"

The elders of Qishi Mansion acknowledged Xu Zixuan's strength and invited him to join the mansion.

The Feathered King Body is a rare physique, known as "ascending to heaven and undergoing a complete transformation." Each breakthrough in a major realm unlocks a divine treasure within the body, like a divine pupa transforming into a butterfly.

Fifteen thousand years ago, a king with a feathered body was born, who roamed the Central Plains and was hard to beat.

Even the legendary founder of the Feathered Divine Dynasty, the Feathered Emperor, possessed this constitution.

"Another royal body, how many is this now? It feels like royal bodies are worthless."

Some passersby were numb. In the past few days, special physiques that are rarely seen in thousands or tens of thousands of years have appeared one after another in just half a month, which is hard for many people to understand.

"Could it be that a golden age is truly on the horizon, and the throne left behind by the Azure Emperor is finally about to welcome its next invincible figure?"

Some shuddered, thinking of the last golden age, the era when the Great Emperor Wushi attained enlightenment. It was said that all kinds of physiques emerged like springs and geysers, but ultimately paled in comparison to the innate sacred body Dao embryo.

"When things reach their peak, they must decline. I wonder if we will face new calamities."

Some people foresaw the abnormality of this situation and felt that a great disaster might be about to occur.

"These people have no hope. The pinnacle of our human race's younger generation was decided long ago at the Yaochi Gathering: Emperor Xiang Yufei and Little Celestial Venerable Ning Qingyi. Only these two have the potential to compete for the throne."

The crowd fell silent. In recent days, many prodigies had emerged, and on the very first day, a young powerhouse at the fifth stage of the Dragon Transformation realm appeared. He came from the Southern Ridge, swept everyone aside, and was the first to enter.

So far, only Little Celestial Venerable Ning Qingyi and Emperor Xiang Yufei have broken into the Sendai Secret Realm and are competing with the older generation. Of course, Emperor Wang Teng of the North was earlier than Little Celestial Venerable Ning Qingyi, but he was ultimately defeated.

"Truly a prodigy among prodigies!"

Just as everyone was discussing this, a rumbling sound came from the sky, which was terrifying.

A golden ancient chariot drove in, and the figure on it had messy black hair, a chiseled face, bronze skin, and a powerful and vigorous physique. His whole body was enveloped in soaring golden light, like a celestial emperor descending to earth.

Furthermore, around him were nine true dragons, nine divine phoenixes, nine white tigers, and nine black tortoises, flashing with divine light, transforming into the Four Symbols, surrounding him.

This is practically a painting of the Heavenly Emperor descending to earth, protected by the four elements of the starry sky, with the Heavenly Emperor residing on a central chariot, radiating brilliance and dominating the world.

"It's him, Wang Teng!"

"He did indeed come. He calls himself the Northern Emperor and has inherited the lineage of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor. Does he also intend to follow the path of becoming an emperor through countless defeats?"

"It's still uncertain who will emerge victorious."

Wang Teng stood motionless on the ancient war chariot, surrounded by the harmonious sounds of dragons and phoenixes, the roar of a white tiger, and the sight of a black tortoise traversing the sea, all bathed in golden light, a dazzling spectacle.

His gaze was deep as he looked into the depths of the Qishi Mansion.

Qishi Mansion boasts immortal divine trees and majestic sacred mountains. The ancestral veins underground converge, nourishing the divine beauty and evolving the great Dao of heaven and earth. Auspicious energy swirls around it, and clouds rise and fall, making it a pure land beyond the world, leaving people in awe.

But his Martial Arts Heavenly Eye pierced through the silver dragon waterfall and the strange rocks of Dan Cliff, landing only on a Taoist priest.

Wang Teng gripped the ancient war chariot tightly, his Dao heart surging. Since his debut, he had only lost once, so he naturally remembered it vividly.

"The Little Celestial Venerable has returned to his residence the other day; it seems a fierce battle is about to unfold!"

As soon as everyone finished speaking, divine runes flashed in the void, and in the next instant, a figure appeared in the void.

The crowd was in an uproar as they recognized the Taoist priest as none other than Ning Qingyi.

"Wang Teng".

Ning Qingyi remained calm.

A few days ago, when he was about to take his leave, the God King Jiang Taixu finally appeared and agreed to the deal with him. After all, a great change was imminent, and if he could cultivate the "Soldier" secret, he could better unleash the divine power of the Hengyu Furnace and protect the Jiang family in this chaotic world.

Ning Qingyi was naturally overjoyed. In this way, among the nine secrets, only the "Zhe" secret remained. He had not obtained the "Qian" secret. Therefore, he did not hesitate to turn his attention to Wang Teng.

"Ning Qingyi".

Wang Teng took a deep breath to suppress his emotions.

Ning Qingyi immediately saw through the other party's cultivation level: the first level of the Immortal Platform Realm, the third level. The difference in cultivation level between the two was almost negligible, and it could even be said that Ning Qingyi had already surpassed him.

Because Ning Qingyi's single secret realm made a new breakthrough, his cultivation level also rose accordingly. If the Dragon Transformation Secret Realm had not been completely extracted, his cultivation level would have been comparable to the Great Perfection of the First Heaven of the Immortal Platform.

“You have disappointed me.” Ning Qing’s first words were unacceptable to Wang Teng: “You are on the third level of the first heaven. I have already caught up with your cultivation. You can no longer be my opponent.”

Wang Teng snorted coldly: "Cultivation is never everything. It's just a matter of defying the odds. I've done it many times."

“However, you were defeated by me.” Ning Qingyi pointed out this fact without hesitation, but he quickly stopped talking and asked instead, “What is your relationship with Zi Tiandu of Shenling Valley?”

Wang Teng frowned and said, "What's it to you?"

“He offended me, and not only that, he also ran away.”

Anyone could see that Ning Qingyi's anger was building up little by little.

"You dog-like creature, daring to bully me with your power!" Ning Qingyi rebuked, "Is it true that your Wang family is on good terms with the Divine Spirit Valley?"

Wang Teng was taken aback, his expression turning cold: "Don't be so unreasonable. My Wang family and Shenling Valley are merely acquaintances. What, you even want to interfere in this?"

After the Yaochi Conference, all humans in the world knew that forming an alliance with the ancient races would incur the displeasure of that peerless supreme being. This was especially true of those ancient races that viewed humans as mere prey and were hostile towards them.

The Divine Valley is a major royal family among the ancient races. While their attitude towards humans hasn't reached the point of hostility, it's not exactly friendly either; they can be roughly categorized as neutral.

In fact, all the ancient clans are currently in a neutral camp. Even the Blood Moon Royal Family, with figures like Xuan Tuo, only dares to bluff their way out and does not dare to openly clamor.

The discontent of a quasi-emperor, or the discontent of a quasi-emperor who has lived a second life and is at the peak of his condition, is something no one dares to bear.

"Hmph! Acquaintances..." Ning Qingyi sneered, "Whether you are just acquaintances or have some connection, quickly tell that Zi Tian to come over here and apologize, otherwise, when I break through to the Saint Realm in the future, it won't be so easy for us to deal with."

"Ning Qingyi, don't be so arrogant!" Wang Teng's anger surged: "Don't think that just because you defeated me once, you can beat me forever."

"In millions of years, there has only been one Chaotic Ancient Emperor. Do you think you can defy the heavens just because you are his successor?" Ning Qingyi said calmly. He simply did not believe that Wang Teng could come out and regain his invincible spirit.

"Good! Good! Good!" Wang Teng's face darkened. He said no more. His body underwent a series of strange phenomena, with a true dragon raging and a divine phoenix crying. The sky darkened as the phenomena changed again and again.

In an instant, the atmosphere between the two became extremely tense.

"Could it be that these two are going to fight again!" someone exclaimed excitedly.

"The pinnacle of the younger generation! I wonder if I will have the honor of witnessing it." A disciple of a great sect also looked on with amazement.

Ning Qingyi was quite surprised. His spiritual senses were sharp, especially since he had cultivated his mind-reading ability, which allowed him to vaguely sense the thoughts of others.

In that instant, he keenly sensed that there were wisps of "demonic" energy on Wang Teng's body.

A thought flashed through his mind: Could it be that Wang Teng's demonic fetus has reached its full potential?

However, he quickly dismissed the idea, stating that although Wang Teng was a descendant of an ancient emperor, he was simply incapable of doing so, because the laws of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor were far too unique.

The Chaotic Ancient Emperor's path to enlightenment was fraught with hardship. During his series of defeats, he suffered separation from loved ones, the tragic deaths of his family, the murder of his master, and the annihilation of all his friends. These tragedies were enough to make outsiders despair. It was precisely because of these hardships that he was able to struggle even after countless defeats, give birth to a demonic fetus, break free from his cocoon and be reborn, and ultimately turn the tide.

Because he was unwilling to accept his fate, he had to attain the highest level of enlightenment before he could offer sacrifices to all things.

Wang Teng, on the other hand, never experienced this. Different experiences lead to different outcomes.

Ning Qingyi concluded that he had no chance of successfully cultivating the strongest technique of the Chaotic Ancient Emperor!

"As a descendant of an ancient emperor, it would be one thing if you associated with the children of ancient royal families, but you insist on getting entangled with such lowly people as the Divine Spirit Valley. It seems you truly don't understand the saying 'a dragon doesn't associate with a snake.'" Ning Qingyi said coldly.

"But it doesn't matter. Once I strip you of your qualification as a descendant of the ancient emperor, it will be fine."

Ning Qingyi really made a move, and it was a powerful killing move right away. The dragon-patterned black and gold sword energy shot straight into the sky, soaring three thousand feet into the heavens!

"boom!"

The sun and moon lost their light, the mountains and rivers lost their color, and the sword energy cleaved through the sky, its attack power unparalleled and sharp.

Wang Teng's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Ning Qingyi to actually make a move, attacking without warning. But he immediately countered, drawing his Heavenly Emperor Sword.

He held the golden divine sword and swung it repeatedly, imbuing it with a profound sword intent, unleashing a boundless chaotic sword aura.

Countless sword beams crisscrossed, imbued with the power of spatial laws, constructing a pitch-black portal, threatening to cleave Ning Qingyi into an alien realm.
Ning Qing was surprised, realizing that Wang Teng was using swordsmanship to evolve the Chaotic Ancient Sacred Art—Eternal Exile.

However, he didn't care at all. The dragon-patterned black and gold sword energy was domineering and unparalleled, containing the invincible true meaning of the imperial dragon energy, as well as the soaring killing intent of the innate holy sword. It was something that Wang Teng's half-baked secret technique could not match.

"boom!"

Each sword aura reached the heavens and the earth, cleaving the dark gate with a thunderous roar, causing it to shake violently before it was quickly shattered and completely disintegrated.

Instantly, the void shattered, and billowing sword energy, like smoke from a wolf's tail, raged in all directions.

Wang Teng's face was gloomy. He forcefully drew out both hands and unleashed a "Cross Star Domain Cross".

Suddenly, something appeared in the sky, dreamlike and illusory, like stars strung together, intersecting and suspended in another void.

"boom!"

In the end, everything vanished.

A giant hand smoothed everything over, sweeping away all the aftershocks.

"Young friends, it's not time for you to duel yet," the Lord of Qishi Mansion said with a smile.

"Master of the Palace!"

The elder guarding the door finally breathed a sigh of relief. Although he was already at the Great Power level, he was still not confident that he could fight against the two of them.

"Once you enter the manor, I'll beat you so badly you'll be crawling on the ground looking for your teeth."

Ning Qingyi left these words behind and then disappeared into the void.

(End of this chapter)