Above the Sea Waterfall, the golden Ancient Battle Garment slowly approached.
"Could this fellow be the reincarnation of an Immortal King?" Three Burials was deeply shaken. Throughout the ages, no one had ever fished up anything like this-a supreme treasure soaring across the sky.
It seemed more as though it had come from the void to choose its master.
"The Indestructible Battle Garment." The instant He Xian saw the Ancient Battle Garment, he knew its name.
Without resisting, he merged with the Ancient Battle Garment.
This was a treasure left behind by a predecessor who had cultivated the Indestructible Scripture in an ancient era.
A Primordial Spirit Battle Garment.
A Primordial Divine Artifact specifically meant to protect the primordial spirit.
Whoosh!
Golden light blazed, divine radiance filling the sky.
"Congratulations on obtaining a supreme treasure, fellow Daoist." Divine Nether and Three Burials finally steadied their Dao hearts and offered their congratulations together.
He Xian smiled, unable to keep the corners of his lips from rising, and nodded in acknowledgment.
"My opportunity simply arrived!"
He was in excellent spirits. Even his weakest link had now been reinforced.
"Would you be willing to travel with us, fellow Daoist? We still need a companion we can trust without reservation!" Divine Nether suddenly spoke, her smile captivating enough to topple a city as she extended a sincere invitation.
"Perhaps it could allow you to uncover the greatest secret in this world."
He Xian carefully studied the two before him.
He confirmed that they were no weaker than any member of an Emperor Clan, and might even be far stronger, peerless in bearing and radiant as jade.
"No, thank you." Golden Burial Warriors-He Xian remembered who these two were. They were formidable figures who had touched the Origin Ancient Artifact alongside the Desolate Heaven Emperor, possessing the potential to become Burial Kings.
"My goal is to beat this entire Ancient Realm into submission and become the strongest of the younger generation," He Xian said slowly.
This was a goal he had set long ago.
Elder He dispersed the surging crowd.
The next day, He Xian set off and departed.
He continued traveling across this vast region.
He had no destination in mind.
He arrived amid a range of majestic mountains, where many stone walls were carved with symbols of the Great Dao. Some shone brilliantly into the heavens; others were vast and boundless.
Names inscribed upon the golden roll!
He had reached a renowned site where many great experts had once lingered, and the supreme aura of the Great Dao spread through the air.
"Anyone who creates a Heavenly Art or develops a rare Ancestral Art may inscribe their name here for future generations to admire, recording their achievements for ten thousand ages." This was the maxim of this place.
Anyone who made an extraordinary contribution to the path of cultivation would be remembered.
However, this place was sealed, and could only be viewed from afar.
But to He Xian, there was nowhere here he could not enter.
He walked in calmly.
Elder He opened a passage ahead of him.
He came beneath a glittering golden stone wall and looked up. Over a hundred names, ancient and majestic, were inscribed upon it.
Every person who had inscribed their name represented a rare Ancestral Art or a supreme Heavenly Art.
"Ageless Immortal Heavenly Art! Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Spear! Blood Spirit Immortality Art!" He Xian softly chanted.
He gazed upward for a long time before sitting down where he stood and closing his eyes, as though contemplating, or comprehending the Dao.
He was drawing nourishment from the strengths of a hundred schools.
Moreover, after his great battle with Chi Menghong and his quiet fishing beside the Sea Waterfall, he had already gained some insights and ideas.
They were merely still very vague.
Only after a long time did He Xian begin to move. He stretched his body and constantly formed seals, once again seeming to contemplate a wondrous art, oblivious to anyone else.
Elder He had long since withdrawn into the distance, standing guard nearby.
Ever since he had emerged into the world, He Xian had been considering his own Dao and how to rival using the body as a seed. Unfortunately, he still had no idea.
"Heaven Devourer Earth, Indestructible Furnace."
Riiip!
He Xian swept his hands through the air, and a furnace that seemed capable of sacrificing the world appeared. It looked exactly like the Red King Furnace, radiating towering ferocity, as though an ancient god or demon were about to awaken within it, gulping down the sun and moon and throwing yin and yang into chaos.
World-shaking radiance burst from his entire body, illuminating a spark of inspiration and the path ahead for a great killing art.
His eyes were half closed, as though he had sunk into silent extinction and nirvana, yet the devouring power of that crimson furnace grew ever stronger. Guided by a spark of immortal radiance, it began to come alive.
Rumble!
Suddenly, heaven and earth shook, and fierce winds rose, followed by golden lotuses of the Great Dao and immortal Dao sounds.
Terrifying visions manifested one after another, as though the Great Dao had sensed something and cast a strand of its gaze down upon this place.
The entire golden roll site seethed. Over a hundred inscribed names resonated with it, and for a time, the piercing golden light made it difficult to open one's eyes.
Without a doubt, a powerful Ancestral Art was about to appear, coming into being in this world.
"Ancestral Art, Heaven Devourer! Manifest!" He Xian awakened from his comprehension of the Dao, while the terrifying pressure of the Great Dao before him slowly dissipated.
He slowly dispelled the visions and rose, sensing currents of will yearning for him to leave behind the Dao essence of Heaven Devourer.
Having one's name inscribed upon the golden roll! This was undoubtedly a supreme honor, proof of peerless talent and the potential to illuminate the nine heavens.
It was the lifelong dream of many King Clan prodigies.
Even Elder He, who hurried over, looked somewhat excited. Having one's name inscribed upon the golden roll held a special status in the Foreign Realm.
His Crane Clan would produce a second figure granted a peerless title. The old man firmly believed this.
Boom!
He Xian unleashed "Heaven Devourer," striking the golden wall directly.
The terrifying crimson furnace finally transformed into a name, its characters containing the most fundamental profound truths of the Great Dao.
Such was the uncanny nature of this golden wall.
"Let's go, Elder He. It's time to continue our campaign. Which Emperor Clan ancestral land is closest?" He Xian asked slowly.
He had rested enough.
That was right-he intended to call on them one clan at a time.
He would defeat every member of the younger generation of the Emperor Clans in this realm.
The old man lowered his head and considered for a moment before saying, "An ancient and powerful secluded Emperor Clan-the Heavenly Blade Mantis."
They were among the oldest clans in the Foreign Realm, and their ancestral land lay near the golden roll site.
"Recently, there have happened to be rumors that a successor of this clan will soon emerge."
"The Heavenly Blade Mantis?" He Xian murmured. He seemed to have no recollection of this clan at all. Were they just a clan of bit players?
Still, he would never underestimate any clan capable of producing an Immortal King.
Behind the golden roll site, the mountains adjoined a great valley seldom visited by people. Mysterious, majestic sounds of scripture echoed there, quite unusual. At first, they rumbled like the sounds of the Dao, with a measure of serenity, but after one lingered, they became eerily sinister, accompanied by the wailing of ghosts and howling of gods.
"This is the ancestral land of that Heavenly Blade Immortal King?" He Xian arrived and felt that something was amiss. After one ascended to the king realm, heaven and earth bestowed their favor, and the myriad Daos descended upon them. How could their dwelling become so sinister, unless this Immortal King possessed an intense killing aura and had entered the Dao through the demonic path?
He Xian began to look forward to it. The killing power of such a clan should be exceptionally world-shaking.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, fierce winds sprang up out of nowhere in the valley. Ghostly shadows crowded together, baleful energy filling the sky, their indistinct forms baring fangs and brandishing claws.
He Xian smoothed away these visions with a single palm strike. His supremely powerful, supremely yang blood energy was precisely the bane of these evil spirits and lurking ghosts.
He Xian stood within the valley like a small sun.
He walked into the deep, dark passage.