Chapter 283: Evil Calamities Heavenly Dao, Power of Destruction

Shen Wendao and Zhu Wu stared at the worn-out Destroyer, unable to speak for a long time.

After a while, they looked at Shen Qing and opened their mouths to ask.

Shen Qing also understood what they wanted to ask and directly said: "It's indeed the Power of Causality."

Just as Zhu Wu opened his mouth, Shen Qing spoke again: "How could it be that I still cannot tell you?"

Shen Wendao hadn't even opened his mouth yet when Shen Qing turned his head to look at him and said: "I can teach you, but whether you can learn is up to you."

Shen Wendao and Zhu Wu exchanged a glance—what else could they say? They hadn't even started asking their questions when Shen Qing already gave them the answer.

Shen Qing looked at Shen Wendao and said: "However, I have a few questions—can these evil calamities really run that fast?"

Zhu Wu shook his head: "No, that's not it—this is the reason the evil calamities' side is strange; the power mastered by their Heavenly Dao seems to be called the Power of Destruction."

"Moreover, the evil gods on that side have been infused with the Power of Destruction; even if they die, they will be summoned by the Power of Destruction, and after not much time they appear again."

"This is also why the evil calamities can fight us for so long."

Shen Qing raised his eyebrows; although he had never seen an evil god, his intuition told him that the Destroyer's situation should be different from those evil gods'.

According to Zhu Wu, those evil gods were infused with the Power of Destruction, but this Destroyer seems to have been born from the Power of Destruction itself.

If this Destroyer continues to grow, he will surely become the strongest of the evil calamities' side; in other words, he is the protagonist of the evil calamities' world.

It's a pity that he insisted on courting death by running straight into Shen Qing, who wields the Power of Causality.

When the two worlds merge, among the hundred billion beings and evil calamities, the only way to die has been found for him.

Whether to speak or not, he still has a bit of fate upon him.

Shen Qing raised his hand, winding a thread of Causality Threads around Shen Wendao and Zhu Wu's hands—not hiding it, but rather amplifying its power.

"Old Ancestor, Martial Emperor, can you feel it?"

The Old Ancestor and Zhu Wu exchanged a glance, each sensing a hint of surprise and excitement in the other's eyes.

"Yes! Although it's very faint, we can still sense the existence of this power."

Shen Qing chuckled: "What are we waiting for? Go ahead and gain insight—if you don't understand, you can come ask me, but I won't guarantee you'll master it."

The two laughed, then took a step and vanished from the spot.

Shen Qing held a pessimistic attitude toward whether the two could comprehend the Power of Causality.

The two's strength had long peaked, and they had been dealing with causality for not just a day or two, yet after all these years they showed not even a hint of comprehension.

This indicates that the two are likely incompatible with the Power of Causality.

Just like the evil calamities' side, only one Destroyer can master the Power of Destruction, while the other evil gods are merely infused with the Power of Destruction.

However, after the two left, Shen Qing also had time to study the newly acquired entry he had just obtained.

Spirit of Destruction—this is the first time defeating a monster has yielded a colored entry.

Capable of bearing the Power of Destruction, Shen Qing raised his eyebrows, took out the Heaven-Stealing Pill, and now Shen Qing confirmed that the Power of Destruction resides on the Heaven-Stealing Pill.

Shen Qing extended his right hand, attempting to draw the Power of Destruction; almost instantly, the Power of Destruction from the five Heaven-Stealing Pills drilled into the palm of his right hand.

Raising his right hand, Shen Qing could see five violent strands of the Power of Destruction coiling around it.

Raising his left hand, Shen Qing saw the Causality Threads continually coiling, revealing a mysterious aura.

Left hand, Causality; right hand, Destruction.

The value increased yet again.

Now Shen Qing only felt himself terrifyingly strong.

Soon, time passed in the blink of an eye.

Four days passed.

The sky grew slightly bright; today the common folk woke earlier than usual, for today is the start of the Yuan Mountain Grand Competition.

Only see, in the sky above the Capital City, hundreds of arenas have already risen.

At the bottom are seventy-two small arenas, in the middle thirty-six medium arenas, and at the top nine large arenas.

That's right—this Yuan Mountain Grand Competition takes place in the skies above the Capital City.

Moreover, this Yuan Mountain Grand Competition adopts the simplest rule: defend the arena.

Finally, whoever stands on the arena can obtain a quota for Yuan Mountain Insight.

What? You ask whether the vital energy surge will harm the common folk below?

If your vital energy surge could break through Shen Wendao's and the Martial Emperor's vital energy barriers, why would you even come to compete?

Today the common folk below are also having their liveliest day, second only in bustle to when the Great Wu established its capital at the Capital City a thousand years ago.

These common folk don't understand what this battle means, but through hearsay they also know that this contest is extraordinary; over the past thousand years, even counting the previous few dynasties, this generation's heavenly pride is the most brilliant generation.

Storytellers one after another spoke below: "The Great Wu has heavenly pride—who do you like best! The celebratory wine is ready for you; just don't get too swollen too early..."

The common folk below scrambled to grab good viewing spots; though they couldn't see the battle clearly, just joining the liveliness was excellent.

Just as they were speaking, countless heavenly pride cultivators had already soared into the sky.

Someone raised a hand and shouted loudly: "Look! Why is there someone on the top arena!"

Everyone looked up, and indeed, the hundred and eight arenas below were all empty, while only the nine top arenas had people standing on them.

A person with somewhat better cultivation narrowed his eyes: "I see one! It's the Eldest Young Master of the Shen Clan, Shen Lingxiao!"

Gradually, more people could make out the scene above.

Starting from Arena Number Nine, in order are: Heavenly Secret Pavilion's Heavenly Secret Master, Holy Body Sect's Holy Son Xiong Tian, Third Prince Zhu Lingtian, Dao Sect's Dao Child Zhang Dao Yi, Second Prince Zhu Jiuyou, and Wu Nian who has emerged from seclusion at the Vajra Temple, as well as Shen Lingxiao.

Many people swallowed their saliva, having heard these heavenly pride's names more than once: "Everyone else is down below the arena—how are they up on the arena?"

An informed person spoke up: "Haven't you heard these past few days? This generation, the Great Wu's heavenly pride can be considered the most brilliant in a thousand years; these people are peerless heavenly pride that appear once in a thousand years! They fear no challenge from others! They all allow others to challenge them one by one in wheel battles!"

Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air: "So confident?"

"Since they're so brilliant, why are the two middle arenas empty, and why hasn't the match started yet—are they waiting for someone?"

Only see, on the two central arenas, empty as can be, with only two golden thrones.

A Grand Master spoke: "They are waiting for two even more terrifying peerless monsters."

Among them, one person, a heavenly prodigy merely sees his threshold!

As soon as the words fell!

Ripples spread through the cloud layers, the temperature between heaven and earth plummeted—it was an Ice Frost Domain.

Zhu Lingyue wore a gown like moonlight, its hem like a frozen glacier, shedding a faint blue light; fine ice crystals swirled and fell around her, and wherever she stepped, lotuses blossomed with each step.

By her side was Shen Qing, dressed in a dark robe with gold trim; occasional fleeting lights flashed on his dark attire, like stars vanishing, and with each step he took, he trod upon clouds of auspiciousness filling the sky.

The two slowly descended and sat upon the two golden thrones at the very center.

Shen Qing sat upright, his gaze calm; violent ripples surged outward from him as the center, a fierce wind swept over the capital, the dark clouds in the sky were swiftly blown away—in just a few breaths, not a single cloud could be seen over the capital, and myriad golden rays poured down upon it.

Shen Qing's voice echoed throughout the capital.

"Begin!!"