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Chapter 325 The Old Celestial Master's Shock
With Zhuge Qingzhu's jade as a precedent, the brief silence at the edge of the cliff was completely shattered.

After the initial amazement, an even more intense competitive spirit emerged.

After all, those who can stand here are all elites that their respective schools and sects are proud of, and the best of the younger generation.

They were all highly skilled and proud, and none of them wanted to be at a disadvantage in the first round.

"interesting."

A clear female voice rang out, and Feng Shayan's bright eyes sparkled with a competitive light.

She glanced at her younger brother, Feng Xingtong, beside her, and the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

The space in front of her suddenly distorted, like a stone being thrown into a calm lake, creating an invisible ripple.

It lacked the subtle and profound mystery of Zhuge Qing, but with the same step, the figure faded and disappeared on the spot, almost at the same time.

She then appeared on the opposite bank with Feng Xingtong, and even their landing positions were exactly the same as Zhuge Qing's.

[Space travel]!
This is the innate ability of the sand martins, a talent they are born with.

Compared to the extraordinary techniques that Zhuge Qing cultivated to the highest level, it lacked some of the mystery but gained more of its domineering nature.

"Haha, count me in too!"

With a hearty laugh, Little Fire God Hong Bin stepped forward from the crowd.

He shook his arms, and crimson flames erupted from his palms and the soles of his feet, the violent heat waves causing those around him to instinctively take a few steps back.

He was like a cannonball propelled by flames, tracing a brilliant orange-red arc through the air before crashing heavily onto the opposite bank with a deafening roar, the rocks beneath his feet sizzling and crackling.

Immediately afterwards, the Shaolin monks stepped into the air, and with each step they took, an invisible golden vortex seemed to appear beneath their feet, creating lotus blossoms with every step as they gracefully passed by.

The disciples of Wudang Mountain stirred up the mountain wind, their robes fluttering, their figures as light as willow catkins, as they rode the wind across.

For a moment, the Eight Immortals crossed the sea, each showing their magical powers.

Talismans, mechanisms, and all sorts of unheard-of strange abilities were on full display across this hundred-meter-wide chasm, showcasing the strength of the younger generation of supernatural beings.

"Um... I'm not going to fight these guys, am I...?"

Standing at the back of the crowd, Zhang Chulan watched these unimaginable scenes unfold, feeling his worldview being repeatedly crushed.

His lips twitched, and he was almost petrified.

These guys, with their abilities, are definitely not to be underestimated.

He recalled the words of his unreliable advisor, the Taoist master Zhang Zhiwei.

Only by ascending to the position of Celestial Master can he be told the truth of what happened back then.

To ascend to the position of Celestial Master means... defeating all these monsters in front of you who can fly, burrow into the ground, breathe fire, and travel through space.

Isn't this a bit too difficult?
"Don't worry, that's precisely why I arranged for the baby to participate as well..."

Xu San saw his despair, patted him on the shoulder, and comforted him in a heavy tone.

"Then... what about Zhuge Qing?"

Zhang Chulan asked back with a mournful face.

"We can only pray that this guy gets eliminated by other experts beforehand."

"Or, pray you're lucky and don't run into him."

Xu San sighed deeply, his voice filled with helplessness.

Finally, it was Zhang Chulan's turn. Under the curious or disdainful gazes of the crowd, Zhang Chulan walked to the chains and began to climb up using both his hands and feet.

His awkward posture drew faint snickers from those around him.

Zhang Chulan himself didn't seem to care at all, and even gave those people a simple, honest smile.

He was very clear about his own position: a newbie who had only recently entered the world of supernatural beings. If it weren't for the mysterious [Old Farmer's Skill] within him, the gap between him and his junior uncle Zhang Lingyu would be wider than this cliff.

Keeping a low profile is the key to survival.

And so, the group finally arrived at the actual venue.

It was a huge plaza paved with giant stones, surrounded by mountain walls, and had a magnificent presence.

At this moment, hundreds of extraordinary individuals had gathered in the square, forming small groups, clearly separated from one another. An invisible pressure permeated the air, and everyone's eyes held a hint of eagerness.

As the saying goes, there is no first place in literature, but there is a second place in martial arts. Who comes here to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony not wanting to prove their strength?
Zhang Chulan's gaze immediately locked onto Zhuge Qing's location in the crowd.

This is far too easy.

In this noisy and tense space, most people subconsciously formed small groups, relying on each other to bolster their presence.

Only Zhuge Qing was completely alone; there was no one within a few meters of him.

He simply stood there quietly, a calm smile on his face, as if everything around him was irrelevant.

However, everyone's gaze would always seem to drift towards him, as if he were the absolute center of this space.

The only one who could put up any resistance against him was a figure on the other side.

He was a young man dressed in a pure white Taoist robe, with a face so handsome it seemed otherworldly, and an extraordinary, ethereal air, like a banished immortal.

He is Zhang Lingyu, the pride of the Celestial Master's Mansion on Longhu Mountain and the last disciple of the old Celestial Master Zhang Zhiwei.

Zhang Chulan's heart sank. These two people were like two suns, shining brightly, making him, a firefly mixed in with the crowd, feel suffocated.

These should be his two most formidable rivals in this Luo Tian Grand Ceremony.

Just then, all the chatter in the square stopped abruptly, and everyone turned their attention to the high platform in front of them.

Before anyone knew it, several figures had appeared there.

The leader, with white hair and a youthful face, wore a simple blue Taoist robe and had a peaceful yet profound gaze. He was none other than Zhang Zhiwei, the most outstanding of the two heroes among the contemporary Celestial Masters.

Behind him stood the Ten Elders, led by Lu Jin, each a powerful figure whose mere presence could shake the entire world of supernatural beings.

Their arrival instantly transformed the atmosphere of the entire venue into one of solemnity and reverence.

Zhang Zhiwei walked slowly to the front of the stage, his gaze sweeping over the young and energetic faces below, and began his brief opening speech.

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.

However, when his gaze swept across the crowd and finally landed on the solitary figure in blue, his usually calm heart was stirred by a slight ripple.

With his keen eyesight, he couldn't see through this young man named Zhuge Qing at all.

The opponent's Qi was contained to the extreme, like a deep abyss and a towering mountain, unfathomable.

It was astonishing that someone so young possessed such cultivation, but what truly alarmed him was that beneath that abyss-like stillness, he vaguely sensed a completely different kind of power.

That power was immense and vast, filled with an aura of holiness and majesty...

As the leader of the Zhengyi Celestial Masters sect, which has been passed down for thousands of years, his cultivation in talismanic arts is naturally quite high.

Therefore, he instantly perceived the true nature of this power...

That is the power of the gods...

This is troublesome...

Upon realizing this, Zhang Zhiwei's heart sank.

The power of the gods is undoubtedly immense, but correspondingly, it is also quite troublesome to use.

Methods like the God Mask, which originated from witchcraft, directly store divine power within the body, allowing one to use divine power.

However, prolonged use can alter one's mind and body, drawing one closer to the divine.

Therefore, in order to solve this side effect, the art of talismans emerged. Although the rituals are complicated, they avoid the risk of being corrupted by divine power.

However, correspondingly, the power available to use is naturally less than that of the former.

According to his initial plan, although Zhuge Qing was a genius, he spent most of his time on scientific research, and even if the methods of the superhumans were strong, their strength was limited.

We'll manipulate things behind the scenes to make sure they face off against Lingyu and eliminate him directly.

But now it seems his apprentice is probably not qualified...

Wait... if it's God...

Just then, Zhang Zhiwei's gaze suddenly fell on a refined-looking man wearing gold-rimmed glasses in the crowd. Behind him, faint black energy formed the phantom of a giant snake...

(End of this chapter)