I bear witness to immortality in the human world.

Chapter 213 Wangyue Mountain Range
soon.

Then some people arrived late, including Yin Kun and others from the Taoist temple.

Excluding Yan Chuyu, all ten people have now arrived. With everyone now having secured a spot, the hostility between them has eased considerably. However, Yin Kun from the Dao Academy still harbors a dark and ambiguous glint in his eyes as he looks at Wu Ming. He had thought that this generation would be a contest between him and Gu Liufeng, but unexpectedly, Wu Ming has emerged out of nowhere and won first place.

Seeing that all the members of Yong Kingdom who participated in the Hundred Kingdoms Prodigy Battle had arrived, Meng Huaizhen wasted no time and said to everyone, "Alright, everyone is here, you all come with me."

After all,

He took the lead and walked out of the hall.

Seeing this, Gu Liufeng and the others followed, and Wu Ming also joined the crowd, soon arriving outside the hall.

"This battle of the hundred nations' prodigies is taking place in the Wangyue Mountains, hundreds of thousands of miles away from Yong Kingdom. While it's not difficult for you to travel tens of thousands of miles a day, this trip will still take quite a bit of time..."

Meng Huaizhen glanced at everyone and pulled out a roll of peculiar leather from his sleeve.

When the leather was first revealed, the crowd was puzzled. But then they saw Meng Huaizhen gently toss the roll of leather, and in an instant, the dense Dao patterns on the leather lit up rapidly. Then the entire roll of leather continued to expand and grow, and in a few breaths, it turned into a huge blanket about one zhang wide and five or six zhang long.

The blanket was a foot off the ground, floating in mid-air.

"Sky-Soaring Treasure".

Wu Ming's eyes flickered slightly as he watched this scene.

In fact, once a certain level of cultivation is reached, it is not difficult for a master of Daoist arts to use an object to support their body. However, the problem is that the physical strength of a master of Daoist arts is often not strong. For example, Bai Qiulan has only reached the third stage of blood coagulation. With such a physical strength, coupled with the fact that the magical artifacts she controls are mostly small objects such as flying needles and cones, it is difficult for her to support her physical body to fly.

Even now, Wu Ming would not use the flying swords in the Demon Subduing Diagram to lift his body into the air. The main reason is that the essential characteristic of those flying swords is killing, not carrying the body into the air. Even if he could forcefully step on the slender sword with his mastery of the Transcendent Realm and his movement techniques, he would still be subject to many constraints if he wanted to truly fly.

Unless it is a magical artifact specifically designed for flying.

However, such magical artifacts are rare because the forging and refining of magical artifacts is not something that can be accomplished in a day. Magical artifacts for flying are usually quite large and require ten times the effort to refine. Therefore, low-level Taoist cultivators generally will not expend so much effort to specifically refine a magical artifact for flying.

High-level Daoist cultivators look down on low-level magical artifacts. Therefore, magical artifacts for flying are basically spiritual treasures, and only Daoist cultivators at the seventh level of refinement or above are qualified to possess them.

The item that Meng Huaizhen is currently displaying is undoubtedly a spirit treasure for flying, and its value is several times higher than that of ordinary killing spirit treasures. According to Wu Ming's judgment, it is at least worth more than one million spirit points.

Since it is a magical treasure that allows one to fly, it naturally possesses great supernatural powers and can change size at will.

"Okay, come up."

Meng Huaizhen waved his sleeve, concealing his soul power, and addressed the crowd.

Seeing this, Gu Liufeng and the others exchanged glances and then turned their attention to Wu Ming. Wu Ming stepped forward and bowed to Meng Huaizhen, saying, "You've worked hard, Headmaster."

After all,

Without pausing, he went straight up.

Although it was just a thin layer of peculiar leather, stepping on it felt like stepping on solid ground, without any feeling of floating, which amazed Wu Ming.

He chose a spot in the corner, sat down cross-legged, and then Gu Liufeng and the others also climbed up. Although the spread-out flying carpet was not wide, it was not cramped after everyone sat down cross-legged.

Including Yan Chuyu, there were a total of eleven disciples of the Hidden Dragon Academy. The weapons they used were all of varying weights, and together they weighed at least five or six thousand catties, if not tens of thousands of catties. Combined with their own weight, the total weight must have exceeded ten thousand catties. However, despite such weight, the magic treasure flying carpet did not feel like it was falling at all and remained floating in the air.

Swish.

Meng Huaizhen took a step forward and floated lightly to the front. Then, with a flick of his sleeve, a beam of azure light spread out from the bottom of the flying carpet, enveloping everyone on it. Then, it suddenly accelerated and rose into the sky.

Under the envious, saddened, or regretful gazes of countless people in Qianlong Academy, Wu Ming and the others rode on Meng Huaizhen's flying magical treasure, instantly disappearing into the sky and soaring into the clouds, quickly vanishing above Qianlong Academy.

……

at the same time,

The Northern Wilderness.

Various countries have also begun to take action.

In a lush bamboo grove.

A tall, slender figure, clad in a Taoist robe, sat cross-legged, exuding an ethereal, otherworldly aura.

Suddenly, his brow twitched slightly, as if some sound had entered his ears. Then he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes flashing with a blue light, carrying a hint of mystery.

"Is it finally starting?"

"The Liang Kingdom has really no outstanding figures in this generation. I wonder if any rivals will emerge from among the hundred kingdoms."

He looked up at the sky and spoke leisurely.

He is Qing Jun, the top genius of this generation in Liang Kingdom, and a peerless figure who appears only once every few centuries. He has risen to power by sweeping all before him, making the entire younger generation unable to lift their heads. He has no rivals in Liang Kingdom and has long been looking forward to the arrival of the battle of geniuses.

……

A certain fiery abyss.

A figure was completely naked, with muscles the color of bronze. Bathed in flames, he was unharmed and had not a single hair on his body. He was like a bronze statue cast in brass.

Suddenly a figure appeared behind him.

"Da Fan, the time has come."

The figure behind him was a gaunt old man with extremely long eyebrows that remained unharmed despite being tormented by the flames. He stood amidst the flames and slowly spoke to the 'bronze man'.

"Is it finally here?"

"The Battle of the Prodigies... I wonder if it will allow me to fully enjoy myself."

The bronze figure slowly rose, opened its eyes, and a look of excitement appeared in them.

He was the number one young talent in the State of Lu, named Da Fan. He was born with a body of copper and iron, and his blood clotting aptitude was top-notch. His aptitude was so great that it shocked the entire State of Lu. The King of Lu personally arranged for the most powerful martial arts master in the State of Lu to take him as his disciple and teach him. After his rise, he never lost to his peers and swept all before him.

In the State of Lu, the younger generation was no longer considered his rivals. He had even been considering some sixth-level blood coagulation beings as his opponents. However, such cross-level battles were not as enjoyable as battles between contemporaries. It was a pity that there were no figures in the State of Lu who could rival him. Perhaps in the Battle of the Hundred Kingdoms, there would be someone who could contend with him.

……

In the capital city of a small kingdom, beneath the towering city walls, a group of figures gathered, all dressed in black and wearing straw hats, their attire identical. Leading the group was a grandmaster-level figure with an aura as deep as a bottomless pit. "Let's go."

The grandmaster spoke in a deep voice, then his figure flickered and he stepped forward.

Ten men in black quickly followed.

One nation after another, one prodigy after another, took action in succession. Everyone had only one destination: the Moon Gazing Mountains. Everyone had only one goal: to win a ranking in the Hundred Nations Prodigy Battle and gain the qualification to enter the Great Jin Cultivation Holy Land!

……

Seven days later.

Edge of the Wangyue Mountains.

A streak of light came from afar, until it reached the edge of the mountain range, where it finally slowed down and descended from the clouds.

It was a peculiar magical artifact, resembling leather, carrying more than ten people. It descended to a point only three feet above the ground and stopped. The leader was Meng Huaizhen, followed by Wu Ming and other young prodigies from the Yong Kingdom.

"arrive."

Meng Huaizhen was the first to step down from the Flying Spirit Treasure, and the rest of the group also flashed and landed on the ground.

Wu Ming looked at Meng Huaizhen's flying spirit treasure, his eyes flickering slightly.

The journey from Yong Kingdom to Wangyue Mountain Range, a distance of hundreds of thousands of miles, took only seven days, even while carrying a weight of tens of thousands of kilograms. Such a flying magic treasure is indeed tempting. If he could possess one, his future travels would be much less strenuous and troublesome.

Although he could control his Dharma body and fly with his primordial spirit, the Dharma body consumed a lot of soul power. If he wanted to fly fast, the consumption would be even greater. After all, Wu Ming's body was quite heavy now. Even with the "Master" technique, which gave him a recovery ability far beyond that of ordinary people, it would be difficult for him to fly continuously for seven days and traverse hundreds of thousands of miles.

However, given his current level, it is not suitable for him to possess such a flying treasure. Even if he had such a resource, he would definitely exchange it for other spiritual objects that could enhance his strength or provide nourishment.

"You can rest here for a while and wait for the battle of geniuses to begin. To prevent any unforeseen circumstances, I'm taking you ahead of time. There are still seven days until the official start."

Meng Huaizhen put away his flying magic weapon and spoke to Wu Ming and the others.

Everyone carried some kind of baggage, each with their own daily rations of demon meat, enough to last for half a month without any problem.

Meng Huaizhen casually waved his hand, clearing out an area to temporarily set up a camp. The group settled down there and began their final days of training and honing their skills.

quickly,

As time passed, forces from other countries gradually arrived and settled on the edge of the Wangyue Mountains.

In some of these countries, the places where they stayed were not far from Wu Ming and his group, but they were complete strangers to each other and did not greet each other.

Gradually, some masters who knew Meng Huaizhen also arrived and took the initiative to greet him, showing that they had a good relationship.

"Brother Meng, it's been a long time."

A burly man called out to Meng Huaizhen. He carried a large sword on his back and was a martial arts master.

"It's only been five years, how can you say it's been a long time?"

Meng Huaizhen responded with a smile.

The burly man laughed heartily, glanced at Wu Ming and the others beside him, and said, "Brother Meng, you seem to be in such high spirits. It seems that your Yong Kingdom has produced some outstanding talents this generation. You must be confident of securing a few spots."

"You really dare to say that. In this Hundred Kingdoms Prodigy Battle, the Great Jin only gives out thirty holy land slots. Apart from Wei, Chu, Wu and those few other countries, who dares to say that they can seize 'a few' slots? Getting even one is already considered very lucky."

Meng Huaizhen twitched the corner of her mouth.

Compared to the Great Jin, all the Hundred Kingdoms were small states. However, there were also differences in strength among the small states. For example, Wei, Chu, and Wu, which were located in the center of the Northern Wilderness and adjacent to the Great Jin, were extremely prosperous and were themselves vassal states enfeoffed by the Great Jin.

Its population is no less than several billion, and in terms of national strength, it is at least several times larger than Yong. It has produced many outstanding talents.

Among the hundred countries, only these few most prosperous nations consistently secure a spot in every session, sometimes even more than one. As for other ordinary small countries, such as Yong, getting two spots in at once is practically the absolute limit.

at this time,

An untimely voice suddenly rang out.

"Indeed, your Yong Kingdom has been so sluggish in recent years, with every generation consisting of a bunch of useless people. To even get a spot, you really have to burn incense and pray for good fortune."

The voice was not from the burly man who greeted Meng Huaizhen, but came from the south, carrying a hint of sarcasm.

With this remark,
Following behind Meng Huaizhen, Gu Liufeng and the others all had a dark expression and looked up in the direction from which the sound came.

Wu Ming also glanced to the side and saw a gaunt old man slowly walking out from the dense forest in the distance, followed by ten young men in their twenties, all with unfriendly expressions.

The withered old man had almost no blood in his body, and his flesh seemed to be withering and decaying, as if he would collapse at the slightest touch. However, his deep-set eyes and a pair of pitch-black pupils were like an abyss, sending a chill down the spines of anyone who looked directly at him.

no doubt,

This is a Daoist cultivator, at least a seventh-level Daoist cultivator; otherwise, he wouldn't be able to speak so arbitrarily and provoke Meng Huaizhen.

"Heh, whether my Yong Kingdom can get a spot is not up to you, Gui Li."

Meng Huaizhen had always been a kind old man in the Taoist temple, and he was always amiable when he gave sermons. But when he heard these sarcastic words, his face immediately turned cold.

As the head of the Hidden Dragon Academy, he wielded immense power and status in the Yong Kingdom. However, cultivation is a competitive process, and having reached such a height, he naturally had many enemies, one of whom was the Ghostly Wrath before him.

"I may not have the final say, but my disciples have done well, with people entering the sacred cultivation ground for two consecutive sessions. On the other hand, your Yong Kingdom has had no one enter for several sessions in a row."

Gui Li spoke in a sinister tone, chuckling twice with a forced smile, and said, "But seeing how eager you are to get in, I can help you... You all remember what these Yong people look like, and once you're inside, please 'take good care' of them for me."

"Yes, Ghost Master."

The group of young disciples behind Gui Li responded in unison, and their expressions toward Wu Ming and the others turned hostile.

"Thank you for your help, but in this battle of prodigies, your Chi Kingdom may not be as lucky as it was in the previous ones."

Meng Huaizhen spoke indifferently, showing no fear of Gui Li's threat.

The number of places to enter the sacred land of cultivation is limited. In the battle of geniuses, everyone is a competitor and they will inevitably face each other sooner or later. Moreover, this year, Yong Kingdom not only has Gu Liufeng who is outstanding, but also Wu Ming, a powerful weapon who has passed the ninth level of the Hidden Dragon Tower!
(End of this chapter)