Invincible Over the World
Chapter 842: 838: 7 Years Have Passed

Chapter 842: Chapter 838: 7 Years Have Passed

Yelv Tianhao paused at the words, then smiled and said, “Elder Brother is right. With your strength, killing Huang Xiaolong would be beneath you. When the time comes, out of the hundreds of disciples from our Yelv Family participating, any one of them can deal with Huang Xiaolong.”

Yelv Tianfeng said, “I heard that Beitang Wuji has returned from the Demon Tower.”

The Beitang Family, the foremost family in the Beitang Xinghe not far from the Holy Master Star River, was on par with the Yelv Family in strength.

And Beitang Wuji was the most dazzling genius in the Beitang Family for tens of millions of years, cultivating for over seventeen hundred years, now also at the divine-level third-stage late stage peak.

Yelv Tianhao laughed, “While Beitang Wuji’s talent is decent, he still falls short compared to our elder brother. When the Ascension Tournament takes place, he’s definitely not a match for elder brother.”

Yelv Tianfeng nodded. Although Beitang Wuji could be his rival, he was confident he could defeat him.

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The Ancient Star River is a star river extremely far from the Xuanwu Star River, its overall power several times stronger than the Holy Master Star River.

Within the Ancient Star River, there are hundreds of super forces, and countless first-class forces, with evil geniuses as numerous as fish crossing the river, countless have reached the divine level after cultivating for a millennium.

This time, tens of thousands of star rivers are participating in the Ascension Tournament, and the registration location is on the Eternal Ancient Continent of the Ancient Star River.

The Eternal Ancient Continent is the center of the Ancient Star River, where all super forces and first-class forces reside, bustling with activity.

And Wangu City is the largest city on the Eternal Ancient Continent, controlled by the Wangu Clan.

Currently, in the Gathering Clouds Pavilion of Wangu City, disciples from various families of the Ancient Star River are gathered, discussing the upcoming Ascension Tournament.

“In this Ascension Tournament, do you think it will be Wangu Yanhui who takes first place, or will it be Zhou Yao?” A disciple in a red robe said, his chest embroidered with a flame, symbolizing his status as a core disciple of one of the super forces of the Ancient Star River, the Fire Clan.

“Our Wangu Family’s Wangu Yanhui has already broken through to divine-level fourth-rank. This time in the Ascension Tournament, Wangu Yanhui will surely take first place!” a disciple of the Wangu Family interjected.

“Humph, Zhou Family’s Zhou Yao has already mastered the Slaughter Dao and cultivated our Zhou Family Sword Scripture to the perfection realm. Just a few days ago, he slew a divine-level fourth-stage demon beast. He will surely take first in this tournament!” another Zhou Family disciple snorted coldly.

“I don’t think it will be Wangu Yanhui or Zhou Yao.” Another Mu Family disciple spoke: “Our family Mu Qi has successfully passed the fourth level of the Demon Tower, obtained the Demon Crystal, and successfully condensed the Evil Blade. With the Evil Blade unleashed, Wangu Yanhui and Zhou Yao are certainly not opponents of our family Mu Qi!”

Suddenly, disciples from the super families were all engaged in arguments.

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The Eternal Star River is one of the tens of thousands of star rivers participating in this Ascension Tournament. Although its overall strength is not as robust as the Ancient Star River, it is the oldest and most mysterious star river.

The Creation Gate is the strongest sect in the Eternal Star River.

It is said that the Creation Gate is the legacy left in the Lower Realm by a significant figure from the Divine World, and its Creation and Transformation Technique is incredibly powerful, known as one of the strongest cultivation techniques in the Lower Realm.

In the Great Hall of the Creation Gate, Master of Creation Wang Yu gathered with the Supreme Elders of the Creation Gate to discuss the same topic: the upcoming Ascension Tournament.

“In this Ascension Tournament, our sect’s Fang Chu will surely take first place,” a Creation Gate Supreme Elder declared.

“Fang Chu is the best genius of our Creation Gate in a million years, having cultivated for over eighteen hundred years and already condensed the Creation Gate, although it is only in its embryonic form, ordinary divine-level fourth-stage early stage experts are no match for him,” Master Wang Yu of the Creation Gate nodded and said, “Winning the top three this time shouldn’t be difficult, but to take first place, I’m afraid we don’t have the assurance yet.”

“The sect leader underestimates others and puts others’ ambitions on a pedestal. Even Wangu Yanhui, Zhou Yao, and Mu Qi from the Ancient Star River are not opponents of Fang Chu,” another Supreme Elder from the Creation Gate remarked, “When the time comes, Fang Chu taking first place will bring great Qi Fortune to our Creation Gate, and our Creation Gate will undoubtedly regain its ancient glory!”

Similar scenarios were playing out across all star rivers.

Almost all major factions of the star rivers were discussing the upcoming Ascension Tournament and speculating on the performance of their disciples.

The major factions and families across the star rivers had even taken out all sorts of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures that had been previously hoarded, letting the most talented disciples devour and refine them in hope that they can further improve their strength before the Ascension Tournament to secure a good ranking then.

As for these, Huang Xiaolong was unaware.

Sitting cross-legged in the Sumeru Divine Palace, the spiritual medicinal power from seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines continuously surged into Huang Xiaolong’s body, with the Treasure Dragon Array Map madly operating and devouring it.

Even so, the spiritual power from seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines surging in simultaneously was too strong, even Huang Xiaolong’s Primordial Dragon Body had difficulty enduring it.

Huang Xiaolong’s entire body swelled.

Skin on the surface of his body even seeped droplets of blood.

These droplets were somewhat dark, and after seeping out, they emitted a faint gray gas.

The spiritual power from the seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines expelled the last trace of impurities from Huang Xiaolong’s body.

Huang Xiaolong felt as if a terrifying giant hand was continuously tearing at his body’s various parts, the pain of ripping continuously coming, but Huang Xiaolong stayed intact on his mind altar, absorbing the medicinal power again and again, converting it into Qi Sea Divine Fighting Energy and Dan Tian Immortal Yuan Power.

Qi Sea and Dan Tian, Huang Xiaolong compressed again and again.

These years, Huang Xiaolong had already compressed his Qi Sea and Dan Tian to the extreme, but now, he continued compressing repeatedly, and under Huang Xiaolong’s constant compression, Huang Xiaolong’s Qi Sea and Dan Tian were already sturdier than a divine artifact.

And Huang Xiaolong’s Soul Sea was tempered by the power from these two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines, shining dazzlingly, with rays of soul light sharper than ever.

One year, two years, three years.

Finally, Huang Xiaolong’s originally swollen body slowly returned to normal, blood continuously seeped out from the surface, his entire person exuding various rays of light.

These rays of light were condensed from the spiritual power of the seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines.

swiftly, seven years passed.

The seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines that originally floated around Huang Xiaolong’s body had already turned into dust, disappearing into the world. Two months ago, the seventeen two-million-year-old Spiritual Medicines had been completely refined by Huang Xiaolong.

Sitting cross-legged in the Sumeru Divine Palace, Huang Xiaolong opened his eyes, and in the next instant, he appeared in the high sky of the Martial Soul World. Huang Xiaolong opened his mouth and blew a breath, and one could see waves of Qi forming into a cloud roll forward for tens of thousands of miles, and then it stopped.

“Seven years have passed, it’s time to go to Xuanwu Academy.” Huang Xiaolong muttered to himself, a vast aura emanating from his body. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please read on m.qidian.com.)