Chapter 285: The pitiful Vajra Holy Monk was toyed with in the palm of one's hand

Of course, this was just an interlude; soon other members of the Sheng Luo Empire also took the stage to challenge Shen Lingxiao and them.

In a moment, all the fighting platforms erupted into the fiercest battle.

Various lights dyed the entire sky a seven‑colored hue.

However, most people's gazes were focused on the seven top platforms, where the battle fluctuations were greatest.

All the heaven‑chosen ones each displayed their divine abilities.

Tian Ji Zi rarely attacked, but his defensive methods were superb; the Sheng Luo Empire's heaven‑chosen ones could not even get close to him.

Dao Sect's Dao Child Zhang Dao Yi wielded a flying sword, had comprehended the embryonic form of the Two Instruments Domain, and the entire platform beneath his feet was surrounded by black‑and‑white; his fierce attacks left the opponent unable to breathe.

Behind the Holy Body Sect's Holy Child appeared a black sky‑supporting giant bear, which he relied on brute force to crush his opponent.

Of course, the one who ended the fight the fastest was Wu Nian; besides his strength, the main reason was that he opened with a zero‑frame start, a single Great Mighty Heavenly Dragon strike left the Holy Light Propagator dazed, and the whole battle never saw him organize a complete attack.

After the fight ended, Wu Nian's robe corner was slightly dirty.

As the battle here ended, the other top platforms also ended their fights one after another.

Without much surprise, the Sheng Luo Empire's heaven‑chosen ones all lost their challenges, except the Third Prince on platform seven, who was knocked down.

Of course, Shen Qing was not very surprised, because this Third Prince had actually lost on purpose, but only Shen Qing, Shen Wendao, and Zhu Wu knew about it.

Just last night, the Third Prince found Zhu Wu and voluntarily applied to lose the Origin Mountain competition, because he had already seen the Sheng Luo Empire's heaven‑chosen ones and knew they could absolutely not defeat him; however Shen Lingxiao, Zhang Dao Yi and them were not weaker than him, so the Sheng Luo Empire's heaven‑chosen ones could not seize a single platform.

But if that were the case, all nine top platforms would belong to the Great Wu; to save face, the Third Prince voluntarily applied to lose.

Zhu Wu was naturally pleased, seeing that the younger generation could be sensible, so he also gave the Third Prince a decent compensation.

Thus, the Sheng Luo Empire's people were able to knock the Third Prince down.

And the battle continued.

Those who lost at the top made a simple adjustment and went to the thirty‑six middle platforms; besides the first five platforms, they struck down others with a dimensional crush, and the rankings were settled in no time.

Everyone stopped fighting, and many were injured.

Only seen, the master of the Divine Medicine Pavilion, a purple‑clad old man, arrived above the capital; he unfolded his domain, a vast green vital energy spread, covering the entire capital, even the common folk below were covered; the injured heaven‑chosen ones began to recover quickly, and the common folk below also felt their bodies warm, the lingering ailments from past labor were largely healed.

After about the time of an incense stick, the Divine Medicine Pavilion master retreated to the high tower, while Zhu Wu arrived directly above the platform.

The heaven‑chosen ones on the platform all lifted their heads, gazing fiercely at Zhu Wu, for what came next was the Origin Mountain baptism they most eagerly awaited.

Zhu Wu glanced around, too lazy to say more.

"Set out, depart for Origin Mountain!"

Zhu Wu swung a palm, taking over a hundred heaven‑chosen ones straight out of the capital; the surrounding scenery rapidly rewound, and everyone could only see streaming light and the void continually being torn apart.

Each of them widened their eyes, for this terrifying power was something they had never seen before, and likely would never see again.

Because over ninety‑nine percent of them could never break through to the Earth‑Immortal realm.

Of course they didn't know that even an Earth Immortal couldn't do this; carrying over a hundred people across the void, only Zhu Wu and Shen Wendao in the whole world could manage it.

Not long after, the group arrived above a vast expanse of water, and someone recognized where they were.

"This is the North Sea!"

Everyone's bodies jolted; just how long had it taken them to go from the capital to the North Sea?

Zhu Wu glanced at them: "Don't make noise; later there will be plenty of time to chat. Now tighten your focus and adjust your mindset—we'll be climbing the mountain soon, and this chance comes only once, so you must seize it."

Everyone came to their senses: "Yes, for this Origin Mountain, our Martial Saints have repeatedly warned us—this Origin Mountain is extremely precious; let them grasp the opportunity well, and if they gain any insight, reaching the basic Martial Saint realm will be achieved."

They immediately sat cross‑legged in the void and began to regulate their breath.

Of course, two people did not regulate their breath—naturally Shen Qing and Zhu Lingyue, since they had never taken part in the fight and were in excellent condition.

The two came to Zhu Wu's side and gazed at a black Origin Mountain towering like the clouds; Shen Qing could feel the immense energy hidden within it.

This made Shen Qing instantly excited; even the elemental pellet in his qi sea trembled, he was practically drooling, wishing he could leap straight out of his qi sea to hug the Origin Mountain and start gnawing on it.

At that moment, Shen Wendao also arrived, with an extra person at his side—none other than the Vajra Holy Monk.

Zhu Wu wondered: "Vajra, why are you here too?"

Shen Wendao spread his hands, full of helplessness: "If he didn't come now, he'd hang himself."

As soon as the Vajra Holy Monk arrived, he bellowed: "Wu Nian, Wu Nian, where are you!"

Zhu Wu stopped him: "Don't shout, he's regulating his breath; he'll climb the Origin Mountain shortly."

"Vajra Holy Monk, you don't want to ruin Wu Nian's opportunity, do you?"

The Vajra Holy Monk looked at the distant Wu Nian regulating his breath, ultimately didn't disturb him, turned his gaze to Shen Qing, and was almost in tears.

"Shen Qing, what exactly have you done? How did Wu Nian become like this?"

Shen Qing raised his eyebrows: "Hey, it's not my fault, Holy Monk—haven't you noticed this Slaughter Domain looks familiar?"

As he spoke, Shen Qing's eyes darted wildly toward Zhu Wu.

The Vajra Holy Monk's cultivation was at the ninth level of the Martial Saint realm, just one step from Earth Immortal, his eyesight was sharp; he had been on the verge of crying just now, so he hadn't recognized it, but after Shen Qing's reminder he realized, and turned his gaze to Zhu Wu, filled with disbelief.

Zhu Wu said: "Hey, it's not my fault; this kid truly has a talent for the Slaughter Domain—I only said two sentences and he figured it out himself."

The Vajra Holy Monk's pupils and voice trembled together: "You mean you only used two sentences to lead my precious Buddha‑son astray?"

Shen Qing also turned his gaze to Zhu Wu, as if saying, "So you're the real demon pill, huh?"

Zhu Wu hurriedly explained: "No, I didn't mean that."

The Vajra Holy Monk covered his face with his kasaya and wailed: "Ah, I can't go on, you old and young are bullying me..."

Zhu Wu, black lines across his head: "No, hear me out—this kid truly has talent; do you know how long it took him to go from zero to comprehending the embryonic form of the Slaughter Domain? Five days, he grasped it in just five days!"

The sobbing stopped abruptly; the Vajra Holy Monk froze, wiped his tears with his kasaya, looked at Zhu Wu and asked: "How many? Martial Emperor, how many did you say?"

Zhu Wu held up five fingers: "Just five days, from zero to having it, and it's not mere imitation—you saw it, his Slaughter Domain glows with gold; he integrated the Vajra Temple's supreme art into the embryonic Slaughter Domain, and his talent in the Slaughter Domain is plainly visible."

"I originally wanted to teach him hand‑in‑hand, but you seem unwilling, so forget it."

The Vajra Holy Monk wiped his tears, grabbed Zhu Wu's arm in one go: "Ah hey hey hey! Martial Emperor, what's your status? Your teaching promise must count—Shen Qing, Shen Ancestor, did you hear? Zhu Wu himself said it, you can't go back on it!"

Shen Qing watched the foolishly delighted Vajra Holy Monk and let out a sigh.

The pitiful Vajra Holy Monk was toyed with by the Martial Emperor in the palm of his hand.