The Various Great Prodigies Gather at Longevity Heaven

Everlasting Heaven was a plateau standing at the far northern edge of the Northern Region, far removed from the human world and cut off from everything.

In ordinary times, Everlasting Heaven was a forbidden zone of life. The living were forbidden to enter, and even birds and beasts could not pass through.

But now, Everlasting Heaven had become incomparably lively, with figure after figure appearing in this land.

These people were all gifted prodigies who had come to vie for the inheritance of Everlasting Heaven Venerable.

Of course, there were also some powerful experts with little lifespan remaining, hoping to use the opportunities within Everlasting Heaven to take another step forward.

Yet when they arrived, they discovered that they simply could not enter Everlasting Heaven. They could only remain outside, staring longingly as the young prodigies entered.

This left them sighing endlessly.

It seemed Heaven had not given them a chance to struggle. In the end, they were destined to become a handful of yellow earth.

Still, some among them refused to give up. They wanted to charge into Everlasting Heaven and seek a sliver of life for themselves, but the result was naturally the dissipation of body and soul, death on the spot.

"How tragic, throwing away one's life for a single thread of survival."

Seeing this scene, some young cultivators could not help but sigh with emotion.

What they did not know was that, in their youth, those old cultivators had once been just as high-spirited as them, questioning the world beneath heaven.

Boom!

At that moment, the entire space suddenly trembled.

A tall, upright figure rode a golden ancient war chariot toward Everlasting Heaven.

In an instant, all the cultivators present were drawn to him, their gazes turning toward that figure.

He was a burly man, his blood and qi shooting straight into the skies. Standing there, he resembled a blazing sun, so dazzling that no one dared look directly at him!

"That is... Wang Teng of the Wang Family in the Northern Region!"

"The Wang Family could be called one of the strongest forces in the Northern Region, and Wang Teng was an unparalleled prodigy the Wang Family had only seen once in ten thousand years!"

It was said that strange phenomena descended from the heavens when he was born, with purple qi arriving from the east for thirty thousand miles.

Later, he obtained the inheritance of a Supreme Being. At five, he slew a demon monkey at Flower-Fruit Mountain; at nine, he slew a flood dragon in the Northern Region Ancient Lake; and at twelve, he entered the former Kunpeng Nest and obtained a drop of Kunpeng Blood Essence...

His cultivation had now broken through to the Sixth Heaven of the Dragon Transformation Realm, and he faintly showed signs of becoming the number one figure among the Northern Region's younger generation!"

"Hiss, I never thought even such a peerless monster as Wang Teng would come to Everlasting Heaven. It seems there is not much opportunity left for ordinary prodigies like us this time..."

Wang Teng's arrival shocked countless people, and they regarded him with deep apprehension.

"Heh, these are the ants competing with me for Everlasting Heaven's opportunities?"

Standing atop the golden ancient war chariot, Wang Teng swept his cold gaze across the crowd. Finding no one worthy of his attention, he was instantly disappointed beyond measure.

It seemed this would be another boring struggle.

"Wang Teng, what the hell are you putting on airs for? Anyone who didn't know better would think you were something special!"

Just then, an incomparably thunderous voice suddenly rang out between heaven and earth.

Boom!

At the horizon, a golden gigantic dragon blotted out the sky and covered the earth as it charged toward Everlasting Heaven at incredible speed.

"That is... Long Aotian, the prodigy of the Ancestral Dragon's Nest, one of the strongest forces in the Eastern Wilderness?!"

"My heavens, Long Aotian was a terrifying existence known as one of the ten strongest prodigies of the Eastern Wilderness! It was said that he possessed a trace of True Dragon bloodline and could unleash the might of a True Dragon. He was unimaginably terrifying."

"His current cultivation is unfathomable. He has probably already reached the Late Dragon Transformation Realm, hasn't he?"

The cultivators present were once again thoroughly shocked, cries of alarm ringing out one after another.

"Long Aotian, have I given you too much face? You came to my Northern Region, and you're still barking like a dog? If you've got the guts, come clash with your daddy!"

Upon hearing Long Aotian's mockery, Wang Teng flew into a rage. With a furious roar, he directly attacked Long Aotian.

In an instant, soaring blood and qi stained the heavens red. A golden phantom of an ancient battle god condensed behind Wang Teng, bringing with it an overwhelming sense of oppression.

The punch he threw was even more astonishing, carrying boundless blood and qi as the spiritual energy around him surged madly in an instant, shattering space in all directions.

"So what if we clash? Do you think you can defeat me?!"

Long Aotian roared as well, transforming into human form and throwing a punch.

Roar!

At once, the roar of a True Dragon exploded across the sky. Under Long Aotian's punch, nine golden dragons coiled around him like a golden mountain, suppressing Wang Teng with savage force!

For a time, everyone present widened their eyes and stared fixedly at the sight in the void. They could not bear to blink even once, afraid of missing any part of the spectacle.

Boom!!!

As the two fists collided, heaven and earth thundered. Explosions rang through the nine heavens, tearing apart the space for hundreds of miles around them. The terrifying aftershocks of power forced many young cultivators to circulate their spiritual energy to defend themselves.

"Too terrifying! Was this the clash between those at the pinnacle of the younger generation?"

"Just a trace of the battle's aftershock is already beyond our ability to withstand!"

"Terrifying! Truly terrifying!"

The cultivators present could not help swallowing several mouthfuls of saliva. Even now, they still felt lingering fear from Wang Teng and Long Aotian's exchange.

"Long Aotian, you are only so-so. What right do you have to act so arrogantly before me?"

Wang Teng sneered.

"Heh, can you do anything to me?"

Long Aotian replied coldly.

Whether in their verbal sparring or their battle, the two were evenly matched.

"Amitabha. Benefactors, if reason can settle matters, why resort to violence?"

Suddenly, the sound of Buddhist chanting rang through the space.

The void burst apart, and a bald man stepped out from within.

The bald man pressed his palms together, golden Buddhist light blooming all over his body. Buddhist scriptures even flowed around him, making him appear extraordinarily mystical.

The bald man's aura was hidden, yet no one dared underestimate him.

For the Buddhist seal between his brows was enough to reveal how extraordinary he was.

That was the symbol of the Holy Son of Mount Sumeru, the Buddhist sacred land!

"Even the Holy Son of the Western Desert Buddhist sect has come?" "Who exactly is he? He looks far from ordinary!"

Many people cried out in alarm, wariness rising in their hearts toward the bald man.

"Amitabha. This humble monk is Tang Sanzang. I came from the Western Desert and was traveling through the Eastern Wilderness. Passing by this place, I heard of Everlasting Heaven and came specifically to see whether I could..."

At this moment, the bald man spoke and introduced himself.

"I see. Fellow Daoist Sanzang, we can enter Everlasting Heaven together."

Someone immediately recognized Tang Sanzang's extraordinary nature and stepped forward, wishing to befriend him.

But just then, a sudden change erupted.

In the flash of lightning and spark of flint, Tang Sanzang actually reached out and thrust his hand straight through that cultivator's heart!

He cruelly pulled out the heart. Without the slightest hesitation, beneath the concentrated gazes of the crowd, he directly... swallowed it in a single bite!

"Y-you!"

The cultivator's lips trembled, as though he wanted to say something.

Boom! But at that moment, Tang Sanzang struck, blasting him to death with a single palm!

Boom!

This scene was like a bolt from the blue, striking fiercely into the hearts of every cultivator present.

Even figures like Wang Teng and Long Aotian were shocked.

Such cruel methods, such chilling handiwork.

Was this really someone from the Buddhist sect?

Even the demonic sect would not be so bloody and violent, would it?

"Haha, that benefactor earlier must have misheard. This humble Daoist is Tang Sanzang—the zang of burial. I bury heaven, bury earth, and bury all living beings!"

Tang Sanzang's voice rang out, bringing realization to the crowd and making quite a few mouths twitch.

Tang Sanzang, my ass!

Still, complaints were complaints. Everyone remained deeply wary of Tang Sanzang and resolved to stay as far away from him as possible.

Otherwise, they might not even know when they died.