Ancient Dragon Elephant Technique

Capítulo 1118: Chapter 32: Eight Stone Statues Beheaded

Murong Heavenly God stood in the void like an indestructible Divine Mansion, his might surpassing mortal cultivators’ understanding. Numerous people looked at Murong Heavenly God in shock.

Of course, some Reincarnation Realm powerhouses sneered, not acknowledging Murong Heavenly God as the number one below the Divine Spirits. Perhaps it could also be called jealousy, because Murong Heavenly God, not even four thousand years old, was already being known as the “number one below the Divine Spirits.”

Naturally, many of the older generation of Reincarnation Realm powerhouses were dissatisfied, but many feared Murong Heavenly God’s strength and did not challenge him.

More and more powerhouses arrived. In the distant void, there were faintly a few powerful auras rising and falling. What was shocking was that these auras far exceeded typical Reincarnation Realm powerhouses and were not inferior to Murong Heavenly God.

“The patriarch of the Ancient Jiang Family, the Hall Master of the Martial Soul Hall, one of the four saints of the Spirit Array Master Guild, one of the Five Elders of the Alchemist Guild!”

Someone exclaimed in amazement. These are four remarkable figures. The Bronze Sparrow Platform of the Ancient Jiang Family was deified. Known as the number one aristocratic family since the Ancient Era, it remains powerful and immortal today.

The patriarch of the Ancient Jiang Family is named Jiang Qiguo, a name signifying stabilizing the nation and governing the world.

The Hall Master of the Martial Soul Hall is named Xuanyuan Zhisheng. He is rather mysterious and seldom moves about on the Heavenly Martial Continent.

The Spirit Array Master Guild has four Holy-grade Spiritual Array Masters, called “Tian Di Xuan Huang.” The visitor is called Huang Xuanzhi.

The Alchemist Guild’s Five Elders are also renowned strongmen on the Heavenly Martial Continent. They are five great Holy-grade Alchemists, and the person arriving is named Yang Chan, ranking third among the five great Holy-stage Alchemists.

…

Besides these four top figures, there were actually some extremely terrifying Reincarnation Realm powerhouses, but those powerhouses didn’t reveal their true forms.

“Another year of opening, who still remembers the original intention of establishing this place, three thousand years pass in a blink, perhaps even those eight people have been forgotten, right?”

An old man looked at the distant Heavenly Pride Battlefield and muttered desolately.

Lin Feng’s heart stirred and he asked, “Senior, what was the original intention of establishing this Heavenly Pride Battlefield? Who are those eight people?”

The old man glanced at Lin Feng and said, “What significance is there in knowing or not knowing? What can be changed?”

The old man did not inform Lin Feng. He turned around and left.

Rumbling…

Three days later, the outermost prohibitions of the Heavenly Pride Battlefield were activated.

A vast valley appeared.

This valley led deep inside, faintly showing a distorted space-time gate, likely connecting to the Heavenly Pride Battlefield.

As the Heavenly Pride Battlefield opened, naturally, the most elite Supreme Heavenly Pride entered first, figures shooting up into the sky, entering the valley, and then vanishing into the space-time gate.

Next were the Heavenly Pride of the Ancient Forces, followed by the Ancient Desolate Forces, the Ancient Forces, then the Ancient Forces of Old, and finally the Loose Cultivators.

This is the rule; no one feels dissatisfied. Every world has its own rules, and the stronger the individual or force, the more privileges they can obtain.

Just like entering the Heavenly Pride Battlefield.

The Wuliang Taoist took out a straw hat and then a large robe, wrapping himself tightly.

“Brother, can’t recognize me now, right?” The Wuliang Taoist grinned and said.

“Hell, can you enter the Heavenly Pride Battlefield? Aren’t you yet three hundred? How do I feel like you are already three thousand years old?” Lin Feng rolled his eyes and said.

“Don’t talk nonsense, okay? I’m only eighteen,” the Wuliang Taoist said shamelessly, then added, “It’s just that I’ve prematurely aged.”

“Bang”.

Lin Feng directly kicked the shameless Wuliang Taoist flying.

Called you fat, and you’re panting.

Lin Feng and the Wuliang Taoist both remained low-key, blending in with the numerous Loose Cultivators to enter the Heavenly Pride Battlefield, thus avoiding discovery by strong enemies.

The Wuliang Taoist had robbed many ancestral graves, naturally earning a lot of hate.

And Lin Feng had grudges with the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty, the Great Qin Empire, the Heavenly God Hall, the Southern State’s Three Mansions of One Sect, and the Ancient Ning Family, these big forces.

So he was very cautious, believing that being cautious was never wrong. If discovered by those forces and blocked outside, it would surely be troublesome.

In the vast valley, Lin Feng saw eight huge stone statues lying on the ground.

The heads of these eight cultivators had been severed, their stone statues toppled. Now, overgrown with weeds, the eight stone statues were smothered in vegetation, countless people passed by, yet no one paid attention to these stone statues.

“Go on, what are you looking at?” The Wuliang Taoist urged.

“Look at these stone statues.” Lin Feng pointed to the eight stone statues, his brows slightly furrowed, observing these headless and forgotten statues. Lin Feng felt a bit stifled.

It was a strange sensation, yet so powerful.

As if knowing heroes were maligned as spies.

Like the Nuwa Ancestor being crafted into many romantic tales by later generations.

This was an unbearable pain and rage.

“The ages are long, how many matters are buried in the river of time, including them, buried by history, forgotten by all…” The Wuliang Taoist squinted his eyes and said.

Lin Feng was surprised to hear such words from the Wuliang Taoist, which genuinely shocked him.

This was entirely different from the usually unreliable image of the Wuliang Taoist.

Lin Feng and the Wuliang Taoist left, following the crowded throng rushing towards the valley’s depths.

“Lin Feng, you little rascal, it’s you…” A cold shout came, and a terrifying powerhouse appeared, a Quasi-Transcendent Realm expert wearing a Four Claw Dragon Robe.

Vaguely similar to Huangfu Wujie.

“Huangfu Wuchang!”

Seeing this person, Lin Feng’s expression changed slightly. Previously, the Three Mansions of One Sect had allied with the Eight Great Forces to besiege the Southern State Demon Clan.

The experts from the Yuhua Immortal Dynasty were led by Huangfu Wuchang and Huangfu Wujie.

Huangfu Wujie had been killed by Lin Feng and Qian Piaoxue’s use of the Four Evil Tripods.

Huangfu Wuchang hated Lin Feng with a passion, willing to tear him to shreds.

“It’s him… seize him…” Shortly after, several terrifying auras spread out. There were experts from the Three Mansions of One Sect, the Upper God Sect, and even unidentified forces taking action.

“He has the Heavenly Master Dao inheritance!” Someone shouted a sentence.

This one sentence caused an uproar, even some terrifying Reincarnation Realm beings looked over.

“Take action…” More forces acted, wanting to prevent Lin Feng from entering the Heavenly Pride Battlefield.

The Heavenly Master Dao inheritance was enough to drive people insane.

“Damn!” Lin Feng couldn’t help but curse. So many powerhouses took action. If blocked, certain death awaited.

“Out of the way!”

Lin Feng shouted loudly, quickly maneuvering through the crowd.

Before a group of powerhouses’ attacks could land, he had already dashed into the distorted space-time gate.

Narrowly dodging that catastrophe.