His eyes widened, his voice filled with disbelief.
Xiao Yan's talent was obvious to him. As Saint King Bloodline returner, he was more talented than Xiao Yan and his cultivation speed far exceeded that of ordinary people.
Even so, it shouldn't be this fast.
The path from True God to Sage is an insurmountable chasm, a step that has stumped countless geniuses for millennia.
Xiao Yan snapped out of his reverie and nodded with a wry smile:
"In fact, five hundred years ago, my father sent people to forcibly bring me back from outside and force me to inherit the ancestral bloodline."
I didn't want to do this so soon, but my father said the time was right.
Later, I succeeded. My bloodline reverted to its ancestral state, my talent surged, and my cultivation level soared, directly breaking through to the Eternal Sage.
He paused, then shrugged.
"Unfortunately, my cultivation level has exceeded the limit, so I definitely can't attend the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jiuyuan opened his mouth, but remained silent for a long time.
The bloodline of the Great Sheng Dynasty is the most core element of the Great Sheng Sacred Dynasty's heritage, and only the most outstanding direct descendants in each generation are qualified to inherit it.
Xiao Yan certainly had the qualifications, but his successful succession shows that he put in just as much effort as anyone else.
The pain they endured was unimaginable to ordinary people. Xiao Jiuyuan, having also inherited the ancestral blood, naturally knew the hardships involved. However, judging from Xiao Yan's gains, the other party should have achieved a more successful fusion than he had.
Xiao Jiuyuan felt a mix of emotions, but he still spoke to Xiao Yan:
"If one can reach the Sage Realm Stage, then attending this Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet is unnecessary."
Xiao Yan nodded, not too disappointed:
" The Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet is gone once it's missed, but the Saint Realm is what matters in the long run."
He told me to stay in the country and continue my spiritual practice, and not to go out unnecessarily.
He paused, then looked at Xiao Jiuyuan:
"However, elder brother, I have a feeling that Han Xuanji might really be able to stir up trouble at this Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet."
You've fought him before, so you should know him better than I do.
Xiao Jiuyuan remained silent for a long time before slowly nodding:
"This person is indeed the strongest I have ever encountered in my life. If I really have to say who can surpass him, I can't think of a second person at the moment."
When he said this, there was no longer any resentment in his tone; instead, there was an inexplicable expectation.
He wanted to see just how far Han Xuanji could go.
"If you see Brother Han at the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet, please give him my regards."
"Good."
On the other side.
When Han Xuanji returned to the Dustless Palace, the disciples were even more excited than Han Xuanji himself.
However, as time went by, although the disciples felt close to Han Xuanji, they dared not do anything too impolite, which made things difficult for Little White, who had followed them along.
Upon his return, he was immediately surrounded by several disciples, who eagerly sought to know every detail of the selection process.
Little White Bai was extremely excited, gesturing wildly as he recounted Han Xuanji's glorious achievements, saying that while the geniuses of the Sacred Court were exaggerated to the point of being invincible, in reality, they were no match for Han Xuanji in a real fight.
Through the lens of Little White's owner, Han Xuanji appeared to sweep aside all opposition and effortlessly climbed to the top.
While it may sound a bit exaggerated, overall it's not actually wrong.
After watching everyone fool around, Han Xuanji asked his disciples about their cultivation progress.
The disciples answered truthfully one by one, some quickly and some slowly, but all with solid knowledge.
Han Xuanji nodded in satisfaction and casually rewarded her with a few items.
For him, these were just ordinary items he received from signing in, but for these disciples, each one was a treasure worthy of the envy of the Eternal True God.
Li Taiqing thanked his master on behalf of everyone, but he also felt a little emotional.
Our master is becoming increasingly generous, but the pressure of cultivation is also increasing. If we disciples don't work harder, we'll be disgracing him.
Things are different now. Han Xuanji is now the number one prodigy of the Sacred Court, and he is being watched by countless eyes, whose existence is no secret.
After everyone had left, Han Xuanji entered the deepest, quiet room.
Only a century remains until the Dragon Terrace Sacred Banquet.
A hundred years is not much different from a month for cultivators, and in the eyes of some ancient beings, it may be just the time it takes to take a nap.
But for Han Xuanji, a hundred years was just enough time for him to push his cultivation to the True God Perfection.
Moreover, during this period, one can also comprehend the legacy of the Immortal Saint Emperor.
Looking at it this way, a hundred years is still quite a long time.
Han Xuanji sat down cross-legged and took out the scroll of Divine Might Like a Prison Painting.
The scroll unfolds in the palm of the hand, depicting a man seated on a cloud, his gaze piercing, exuding an aura of majesty.
Han Xuanji took a deep breath and stared intently into those eyes that shone like stars, suddenly feeling an overwhelming sense of insignificance.
It was as if he were facing not a painting, but a real Saint King, gazing at him across endless time and space.
The Immortal Saint Emperor, Supreme Saint King who cultivates the physical body, although he fights against heaven and earth in battle, is not usually irritable. He even enjoys the niche art of painting. His mental will is exceptionally strong, as recorded in the Sacred Court.
Han Xuanji could sense the calm and unwavering will in the painting. Without a doubt, this was a will of Saint King that far surpassed his own. After countless years, its Immortal will had not diminished in the slightest.
Legend has it that the Immortal Saint Emperor created three thousand paintings, but many of them were made in his early years, and much of his will has long since been worn away, rendering them useless. Only the paintings created during his time as Saint King contain infinite wonders, but each painting is a rare treasure and is not for sale.
Han Xuanji did not rush to comprehend the Divine Ability powers within the painting. Instead, she tried to calm her mind and focus her spirit, cultivating a tranquil heart in the face of the person in the painting.
It's easier said than done.
The gaze in the painting seemed to pierce through all illusions, shining directly into the deepest part of his consciousness.
When Han Xuanji first tried it, she was shocked after only a few breaths of eye contact and had to look away.
He took a deep breath, then looked a second time, then a third time, until he could hold his gaze for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, then for half a day, and finally, he could freely deduce the Principle under that gaze.
He didn't know how others interpreted the painting, but he had his own method.
The Shengxin Dao Body not only gave him powerful comprehension, but also an incomparably clear and pure heart.
He simply used the painting as a whetstone, contemplating it daily and reflecting upon it constantly.
Faced with the will left behind by the Immortal Saint Emperor, he neither resisted nor submitted to it, but simply coexisted with it quietly, as if facing a clear mirror.
Gradually, he began to understand more about it.
The Imperishable flowing from the paintings possesses both a groundbreaking ferocity and an almost extreme calmness and self-control.
The "Dao" of the Immortal Saint Emperor is not a frenzied venting of fighting desires, but a calm and composed mastery of all power.
He even glimpsed a very unique "Tao" in the lines, brushstrokes, and blank spaces of the paintings.