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The heir of Wanbaoge looked at the painting with longing in his eyes.

With his discerning eye, he naturally understood that although the painting was nothing special now, it would be extraordinary if it were to stand the test of time for hundreds of years.

The ink on the scroll continuously evolves into the scene of Feng Zhi's attack; this is the book pavilion's specialty, capable of recording everything.

In the very back of the painting, two giants collide, causing a crack to appear in the sky, and the powerful force of their fists seems to burst forth from the paper.

At the very beginning of the scroll, every duel at the previous Holy Son Ceremony was recorded in small regular script, from the Golden Crow Prince to the Dao Embryo Jiang Xi, and now to the Hegemon Body, without missing a single one.

As the successor of Wanbaoge spoke, he took out a spiritual source from his storage ring, and the dazzling spiritual light made people dizzy.

"One hundred thousand? Are you trying to fob me off like a beggar?" Someone grabbed the fat man's hand and held up five fingers.

"Brother Kong, 500,000 catties!"

The heir of the Book Pavilion calmly rolled up the scroll, his voice firm and smug: "You don't need to argue anymore. This scroll is not for sale."

To record the extraordinary talents and geniuses of each era is a great deed that will be remembered for generations.

If one of them were to attain enlightenment and become an invincible Great Emperor, that would be a treasure to protect the sect!

Their library is all about this; how could they possibly destroy their own foundation?

"Not selling? Then why did you bring it out?" The fat man was getting anxious. He was about to raise the price. Spiritual energy was just an external thing; who could compare to him?

"You'll be envious." The successor of the Book Pavilion calmly put the scroll back into his storage ring.

"You son of a bitch..." The fat man's face trembled with anger, but he didn't actually say it. He was still hoping that the successor of the Book Pavilion would write him into the historical record.

After the excitement subsided and the crowd gradually dispersed, the discussions continued.

A group of cultivators gathered together, still feeling the excitement of the battle. Their conversation gradually veered off course from the earlier fight and naturally drifted off to more distant topics.

"Have you heard? After returning, Prince Biyang of the Golden Crow Sect went straight into the Demon Emperor's Secret Realm. It is said that he will not come out until he has fully awakened the Demon Emperor's Body." The Yin Yang Sect successor's tone was tinged with apprehension.

"His half-awakened demon emperor body was already so terrifying at the grand ceremony. If he were to fully awaken... he might be able to directly enter the Eight Forbidden Realms."

"The spies from the demon race have sent word that the Golden Crow Clan has been making great movements these days. The cries of the Golden Crow can be heard from an immeasurable distance, and volcanoes within a thousand miles have been stirred up."

"Not just the Golden Crow Clan!" someone chimed in.

"A prodigy has emerged from the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox of Qingqiu. It is said to be a pure-blooded Nine-Tailed Fox that is rare to find in tens of thousands of years. He has a natural body of illusion magic and can charm high-level cultivators in the Purple Mansion before he even reaches the Purple Mansion level."

"And the Kunpeng... the Primordial Ants..."

He knew the details like the back of his hand, clearly having a thorough understanding of the demon race's movements.

"What about the ancient remnants? Is there any movement from the Northern Plains?" someone asked.

"How could there not be!" The fat man from Wanbaoge shook off his previous regret and perked up instantly when the topic of intelligence came up.

"A black dragon has appeared in the True Dragon Clan! It is said to be a monster that the True Dragon Clan specially bred for 100,000 years for this great era!"

He stroked his chin thoughtfully for a moment as he said this…

"Hmm... his name is... I think it's something like Long Ritian..."

"Hiss!" Everyone gasped. This name was far too disrespectful, and the consequences were earth-shattering! Only the True Dragon Clan would dare to be so rebellious.

Even Feng Zhi, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

Are they really that arrogant? They even dare to do *that* to the heavens?

Then someone spoke up: "Don't forget the Western Desert. There's also movement in the Holy Spirit Ancestral Land. A long time ago, they brought back a Chaos Stone from the depths of the starry sky."

"It is said that a humanoid holy spirit is gestating inside that stone. Its mere aura has turned the land within a radius of hundreds of miles into a chaotic region. It is likely to be born after the world is restored."

Everyone was startled and filled with worry.

Holy spirits are born of nature and possess physical bodies as strong as divine iron. If some other special being were to be born from them...

Upon hearing this, a flash of inspiration struck Feng Zhi.

A Chaos Holy Spirit? Could it be forged into a natal weapon? Wouldn't that be much faster than searching for some immortal gold?

He felt a mix of regret and anticipation. Killing someone for no reason was not in his nature, unless the other party had touched a nerve with him.

But it's unclear whether the other party's original form is qualified to be the material for his natal weapon...

"Gentlemen, what I just said is nothing compared to what I've already said."

The heir of the Book Pavilion, who was standing to the side, rarely spoke up. His eyes were serious, and even a little frightened.

"What we really need to pay attention to is China."

The fat man was taken aback when he heard this.

As far as he knew, the Protoss hadn't made any moves recently, and his expression softened somewhat: "Brother Kong, what do you know?"

"The Tuoba clan of the Divine Race has a son born to the Emperor." The words of the successor of the Book Pavilion sent chills down everyone's spines, giving them goosebumps.

Ignoring everyone's expressions, he continued, "Our spies in the Central Divine Continent risked their lives to bring back news that the youngest son of the Tuoba clan's ancestor, the Golden Palace Emperor, who had been sealed within the Divine Source for countless ages, has recently broken free of the source."

"On the day of his birth, a golden law descended from the heavens over the Central Divine Continent, and all the divine bloodlines within a radius of ten thousand miles resonated at the same time. Even those ancient beings that had been sleeping for countless years opened their eyes from their coffins."

He paused, then took a deep breath.

"This boy is named Jin Wudao. The supreme powerhouse of the Tuoba clan personally sacrificed an old half-saint of our human race... tearing him in half with his bare hands to restore his withered body."

The surroundings were deathly silent.

Everyone was both shocked and furious.

The fat man frowned deeply. As the heir of Wanbaoge, he was confident that his intelligence network covered the entire Eastern Wilderness, yet he had been completely unaware of this news before.

"The Emperor's own son, whose bloodline is directly comparable to the Emperor himself." A burly man muttered to himself, his eyes filled with dread. This was a descendant of Hundred Forged Mountain.

"His bloodline naturally contains the Dao and Law of the Great Emperor, and cultivating his father's Imperial Scripture is twice as effective with half the effort. At the starting line, he is probably a notch above the special physique of my human race..."

"Such beings are born into the sixth forbidden realm. Throughout history, there has never been a son of a Great Emperor whose realm falls below the eighth forbidden realm; some have even touched upon divine forbidden realms!"

He looked up at the sky and sighed, his face full of worry: "And this person, as the son of the Golden Palace Emperor, who is known for his ruthlessness, has probably already reached the Eighth Forbidden Realm. In our Eastern Wilderness human race... who can defeat him?"

Feng Zhi didn't care about whether they were related or not, after hearing that a human half-saint had been torn apart.

He silently mourned for him, a long-dormant killing intent surging within him. He remembered this name, determined to repay him in kind, tear him apart, and bathe him in the blood of the emperor!

……

A great religious leader stood up, gritting his teeth, seething with indignation.

"Does this mean that no imperial princes have ever been born into our human race?"

"Sigh." The successor of the Book Pavilion sighed and shook his head.

"The sons of my human race's great emperor family have long ceased to exist in ancient historical records, and the other four emperors had no offspring, otherwise they would not have established the holy land."