The Pursuers Arrive, Supreme Being's Progeny!

At the first checkpoint of the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road, a group of people looked at one another. Had they misheard just now?

That young man had only just turned eighteen?

What kind of joke was that?

If he had truly just turned eighteen, how long could that young man have cultivated in total?

Even if he had begun cultivating in his mother's womb, he would have cultivated for only eighteen years at most!

Besides, who could possibly begin cultivating that early?

In other words, that young man could only have cultivated for an even shorter time—perhaps only a few years.

With only a few years of cultivation, crossing two or three secret realms of the human body would already qualify one as an unparalleled genius, worthy of being called a "prodigy."

But what if someone cultivated for only a few years and directly reached the fourth level of the Immortal Platform Realm, the Saint Realm?

No one was willing to believe such a possibility, because it would completely overturn everything they accepted as normal and shatter all conventional understanding.

How old had the youngest Saint in history been?

An eighteen-year-old Saint—forget them, no one in any place or era would believe it.

But what if it was true?

That young man truly looked incredibly young, so young it was almost absurd. Being eighteen was not impossible.

Moreover, that young man had no need to deceive them, much less use such a method to attract attention.

An eighteen-year-old Saint!

This was undoubtedly the most unbelievable thing since ancient times. Countless cultivation records had been reduced to nothing.

If those contemporary heavenly prodigies learned of this, what would they think?

They had cultivated diligently for hundreds or thousands of years, yet they were inferior to an eighteen-year-old youth?

Watching the young man gradually disappear into the distance, many were dazed. They suddenly realized that the battle for the Emperor's Road in this lifetime was not over.

Could an eighteen-year-old Saint maintain such an unbelievable cultivation speed, ascend to the heavens, and contend with Ji Xukong on the Emperor's Road?

Naturally, Yang Qing had no idea how much shock he had left behind at the first checkpoint of the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road after departing.

Some even carved the matter onto the city walls of the first checkpoint, turning it into an immortal mark for later generations to admire.

But even if he knew, he would not have cared. He had not lied; he had indeed only just turned eighteen that year.

Besides, what was so remarkable about an eighteen-year-old Saint? In later generations, there would be someone who was a Saint from the moment they were born.

A born Saint—would that not scare people to death?

Setting sail once more, Yang Qing deliberately slowed his cultivation pace. He fought and broke through checkpoints all along the Human Race's Trial Ancient Road.

In a short time, he had already clashed with numerous heavenly prodigies, including not only human prodigies but also prodigies of other races.

Sweeping through all opposition and breaking through every checkpoint undefeated, Yang Qing gradually left behind a legend of his own upon the Human Race's Trial Ancient Road.

Later, he found it insufficiently exciting and directly charged onto other ancient roads. Only after fighting his way through several did he return to the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road.

As he advanced this way, tempered by blood and fire, Yang Qing's strength rose steadily, and he gradually found the path that belonged to him.

He contained ten thousand Daos within himself and gathered a hundred scriptures into one body. Everything became nourishment for his growth, nurturing an invincible Dao.

Three years later, Yang Qing finally reached the last checkpoint of the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road—the eighty-first checkpoint of the human race.

Along this journey, an immortal legend had been left behind him, just as Ji Xukong had done in the past.

Looking at the eighty-first checkpoint of the human race, Yang Qing's face was full of excitement. He was not excited because he had become invincible on the Human Ancient Road.

Reaching the final checkpoint of the Human Ancient Road meant that he was already very close to Ji Xukong!

He had come. Though he was several hundred years late, he had already caught up. The battle for the Emperor's Road in this lifetime was not yet over!

At that moment, a terrifying aura abruptly rose, suppressing heaven and earth. The stars of the Myriad Worlds trembled, and boundless terror filled the air.

"At last, we found you!"

The speaker was a man of twenty-five or twenty-six, clad in a black Nether Iron Divine Garment. His gaze blazed like torches, making him appear exceptionally sinister.

Two more stood beside him. One wore black battle armor and had a pale face, as though he had not seen sunlight for years.

The other looked very young and was exceptionally handsome. His complexion was equally pale, but his eyes were deep and profound.

The three appeared before Yang Qing at once, erupting with powerful auras that shook the Myriad Worlds and made the void tremble violently.

Moreover, their auras were still climbing, sweeping across the six directions and eight desolations, seizing people's souls. Many nearly lost their footing.

"Who exactly are these three? How can their auras be so terrifying?"

"There are still such powerful experts on the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road? Why had we never heard of them before?"

"They came for that young man. Who exactly is he, to make such terrifying experts pursue him?"

This was the final checkpoint of the human race. Anyone who could reach this place was an unrivaled genius—who among them lacked strength?

Yet before the three had even made a move, merely releasing their auras had made many tremble. One could well imagine how terrifying their strength was.

Yang Qing looked at the three before him and sneered. "You were the ones who attacked in Central Continent back then?"

He sensed a familiar aura from the three of them, one he had felt within Undying Mountain.

These three came from Undying Mountain, and they had once attacked him when he stepped onto the Five-Colored Altar at the Academy of Mystics.

Years had passed. He had now fought his way to the final checkpoint of the Human Race's Strongest Trial Ancient Road, yet these three had crossed the vast starry sky to pursue him.

"That's right! You were lucky enough to escape back then, but you won't be so fortunate this time!" said the man clad in the Nether Iron Divine Garment.

Last time, they had even deployed an Ancient Emperor Weapon, yet they had still failed to kill the man before them.

Finding someone in the vast universe was no easy task, but they had found him nonetheless. It was time for everything to end.

"Three days apart, and one should view another with new eyes. You came far too late!" Yang Qing said with a cold laugh.

These three were clearly no ordinary people. They carried an aura of suppressing the world, far beyond the three Undying Mountain servants who had pursued him in the past.

If he was not mistaken, these three should all be Supreme Being's Progeny. Their cultivation was extremely high, and their combat strength was undoubtedly astonishing.

If he had encountered three Supreme Being's Progeny when he had just descended the mountain, he would certainly have died without any chance to resist.

But just as he had said, they had come too late. After cultivating for so long, he was no longer the person he had once been.

So what if they were Supreme Being's Progeny?

"Hahaha! What arrogant nonsense! Remember my name, so you won't die without knowing who killed you. My name is Shen Ming!"

Shen Ming stared at Yang Qing, his eyes filled with disdain. There could not possibly be any suspense in this battle.

Though some time had been spent, it had only been a few years at most.

Several years ago, the person before him had only just entered the Immortal Platform Realm. No matter how monstrous his talent, how much could he possibly have improved?

There was no need to deploy an Extreme Dao Imperial Weapon. With one hand alone, he could kill the person before him.

Yang Qing sneered and could not be bothered to waste words. The aura erupting from his body exploded like a bursting mountain flood, instantly shattering heaven and splitting earth.

Shen Ming and the other two immediately changed expression, staring at Yang Qing in disbelief as though they had seen something utterly unimaginable.