Chapter 193: Divine Son Selection Begins, Mysterious President of the Ascension Society!

Northern Region City of Heavenly Wasteland.

This place was originally the most prosperous and oldest city in the Northern Region.

But the divine war of that year turned the entire City of Heavenly Wasteland into ruins; moreover, large numbers of ancient gods and ancient powerful humans died here, and their resentment has not dissipated.

The ruins of the City of Heavenly Wasteland are also considered a cursed place by people, and almost no humans dare to set foot here.

Disciples of the Dark God Temple were pursued by cultivators of the Heavenly Mystery Realm led by the Great Yan Dao Sect; it can be said that the entire Heavenly Mystery Realm hardly has any place for Dark God Temple disciples to hide.

Because of its special nature, the City of Heavenly Wasteland has instead become one of the secret strongholds of the Dark God Temple disciples.

Actually, the Great Yan Dao Sect also knows that the Dark God Temple people are hiding in the City of Heavenly Wasteland, but for some reason they have not spent a great cost to come and exterminate them.

Within the City of Heavenly Wasteland, a blood-colored mist envelops.

This blood-colored mist appeared not long after the divine war.

People say that this blood-colored mist is formed from the resentment of deceased ancient powerful humans and ancient gods fused with endless blood essence; entering it, those with slightly weak soul power are easily corrupted by the mist, turning into bloodthirsty monsters that know only slaughter.

Deep within the mist, a huge purple light shield stands upright in the center of the City of Heavenly Wasteland.

Inside the purple light shield, buildings stand in rows, and many disciples of the Dark God Temple walk between them.

The Divine Son Selection is about to begin; these disciples have traveled from all over the Heavenly Mystery Realm, not sparing billions of miles, just to witness the birth of the temple's Divine Son.

After all, everyone knows that this term's Divine Son will soon become the temple's Master and lead them forward.

"Have you heard? The candidate nominated by the Mystic Gate seems to have died in the Vast Sea."

"Died? Is it true or false?"

"The Mystic Gate hasn't nominated a Divine Son candidate for several hundred years, and now they've just nominated one—how did he die?"

"I heard that the candidate nominated by the Mystic Gate comes from Three Mountains Island, with only Martial Sovereign Third Level strength; he originally planned to enter the Vast Sea to participate in the Three Gods Trials, then use the God-Fallen Land to boost his strength a bit, but..."

"Martial Sovereign Third Level!?"

Upon hearing this, all the disciples of the Dark God Temple were dazed.

Besides that, as of now, none of the disciples in the City of Heavenly Wasteland stronghold have such low cultivation.

Those present are all existences at Martial Sovereign Fifth Level or above.

"No, what is the Mystic Gate thinking, letting a Martial Sovereign Third Level disciple participate in the Divine Son Selection?"

"In my opinion, dying in the Vast Sea is better; otherwise, when the selection begins, they'd be instantly killed in one move before those elder seniors, which would damage the Mystic Gate's reputation."

"That's true..."

"Yeah, the Mystic Gate is inherently not good at combat, everyone knows that, so it's best to keep things as they are."

Not far from the crowd, Changlong and his party passed by here, just overhearing that group's discussion; Changlong's face looked grim, and he was about to walk over.

"Changlong, don't cause trouble!" Old Yuan grabbed him.

"Uncle Yuan, I can't stand such talk." Changlong turned around, calmly looking at Old Yuan and Yunwan and others, saying: "No matter whether Brother Fang Xu is alive or dead, I won't allow anyone to slander him like that."

"Uncle Yuan, let Changlong go; if anything happens, we'll bear it together." Gu Qiu spoke.

She also couldn't tolerate others speaking like that about Fang Xu.

"No!"

Old Yuan shook his head.

Xuanji had previously ordered that private fighting is prohibited within the City of Heavenly Wasteland.

The Dark God Temple has declined, but after all, it was once the hegemon of the Heavenly Mystery Realm.

There are many strong individuals within the City of Heavenly Wasteland; once they violate the temple's rules, they are very likely to be erased.

Fang Xu is not here; as an elder, he must protect everyone.

"Uncle Yuan..." Changlong was about to speak when a white-clad figure beside him suddenly rushed forward.

Clang!

The Autumn Chi Sword, forged like icy frost, suddenly unsheathed, its tip pointing at all the Dark God Temple disciples present.

"Do you even deserve to discuss him?"

Yunwan looked at the crowd with an icy voice and said:

Before them, the Dark God Temple disciples who had been arguing loudly suddenly all froze.

They sized up Yunwan, their faces full of doubt.

"Who is this woman?"

"What does she want to do?"

"A Martial Sovereign Ninth Level draws her sword against us?"

"Is she defending the one called Fang Xu?"

Among them, a few people muttered softly.

"Miss, put away your sword; the rules of the City of Heavenly Wasteland cannot be trampled."

At this moment, a youth dressed in purple-gold robes, with a rather handsome appearance, walked out slowly, looking at Yunwan with a light smile and said:

Yunwan glanced at him indifferently, then told the crowd: "Apologize."

Hearing her words, everyone's faces showed disbelief.

"Miss, don't force others to do what they cannot."

"We didn't say anything; we were just stating facts."

"Exactly, Martial Sovereign Third Level was originally a joke, and now he died in the Vast Sea..."

"Shut up!"

A brilliant sword light directly slashed toward the person who was speaking.

"Impudent!"

"Bold!"

Seeing Yun Wan actually dare to act, the disciples of the Dark God Temple instantly changed expression.

Especially the man who had become Yun Wan's attack target was now furious beyond restraint.

「You little bastard, I'm in the Primordial Martial Realm—you're asking for death! 」

Bang!

In the midst of speaking, he suddenly drew his long blade, meeting Yun Wan's incoming sword aura with an overbearing straight chop!

After the terrifying blade aura split the sword aura, its momentum did not diminish!

Evidently, he intended to kill Yun Wan in a single strike!

Yun Wan snorted coldly, her form flickering like a ghost several times, then she waved her hand and unleashed hundreds of ice cones!

The ice cones carried a terrifying chill, then quickly condensed into numerous sharp ice swords!

Go!

The Autumn Dragon Sword swung, countless long swords directly charging at that Primordial Martial Realm disciple!

Seeing this, the disciple's face slightly changed; evidently he hadn't expected Yun Wan to still have this move!

The hastily withdrawn long blade was swung wildly to meet the flying ice swords, hoping to block Yun Wan's move.

Moreover, Yun Wan's strength was not weak to begin with, and with the power of the Autumn Dragon Sword, each of those ice swords striking the disciple's blade equaled Yun Wan's full-force strike!

That disciple's strength had only just broken through to the Primordial Martial Realm not long ago.

Each ice sword was shattered by him, but the terrifying force carried by the ice swords also shook him back dozens of zhang.

Moreover, the terrifying chill carried by the ice swords entered his body along his blade, making half his body stiffen.

Yun Wan flickered, seizing the opportunity to rush straight to the disciple's side.

The icy Autumn Dragon Sword was placed directly against his neck.

The man stared, his face grim.

In front of so many people, a Primordial Martial Realm cultivator was subdued in two moves by a Ninth-level Martial Sovereign—losing face big time.

"With such paltry strength, do you even deserve to mock him?" Yun Wan sneered.

The man was about to speak when several figures suddenly flew in from afar.

"Stop!"

The leading figure was extremely fast; before his voice faded, he had already arrived before them.

Clang!

A long blade directly flung Yun Wan's sword from her hand, followed by a palm imbued with terrifying might slapping toward Yun Wan.

Yun Wan was startled, wanting to dodge, but suddenly realized the surrounding space seemed to be sealed.

Seeing the palm draw near and sensing the killer intent of its wielder, Yun Wan knew she was more likely to die than survive this time.

Well then, might as well go keep you company…

Yun Wan slowly closed her eyes.

Roar!

Bang!

In the flash of lightning, a piercing dragon roar rang out; the dragon's form turned into electric light and shot forth, colliding with the old man's outgoing palm!

Pfft!

The dragon-shaped figure was instantly blasted back into human form, spitting out a mouthful of blood as his face instantly turned pale.

Fortunately, he managed to block the old man's strike.

Swish!

Swish!

……

Next, the old ape, Gu Qiu, Kong Jie, and others likewise flashed forward to Yun Wan's side!

Everyone bore an aura of facing death as if returning home, vigilantly watching the old man.

"Master."

The man who had fought Yun Wan slightly bowed his hands to the old man, his face full of embarrassment: "Disciple has embarrassed you."

The old man ignored him, merely gazing at Yun Wan and her companions with eyes full of killing intent: "Very good."

"Since you're all seeking death, don't blame this old man for being impolite."

As his words fell, a terrifying Dharma Form appeared directly behind him!

This Dharma Form stood a hundred zhang tall, with three heads and six arms, its entire body exuding terrifying killing aura.

Dharma Form Realm experts—most people's Dharma Form is themselves; only those with special opportunities can cultivate a special Dharma Form.

The old man's manifested Dharma Form is called Asura, a special type of Dharma Form.

The Dharma Form's height reaches a hundred zhang, very solid; evidently, this is a late-stage Dharma Form Realm expert.

Conversely, the strongest among Yun Wan's side is Kong Jie.

Even when using the Profound Yang Sacred Body, she has only reached the peak of the Primordial Martial Realm.

With such strength facing a late-stage Dharma Form Realm expert, they have no chance of victory.

Yet despite this, they all have resolute eyes, not retreating in the slightest.

After the old man's Dharma Form appeared, the terrifying Asura's six arms moved, directly separating the surrounding space.

In an instant, Kong Jie and the others suddenly felt severed from this world, unable to sense even a trace of heavenly and earthly qi.

The old man's eyes burst with killing intent; the Asura Dharma Form's six arms instantly transformed into blades, spears, swords, halberds, and other weapons, charging at the crowd!

The dragon thrashed violently, electric light flickering across its body.

The old ape also roared, the Earthfiend Demonic Ape's true form revealed, streaks of black light continually striking the separated space.

Liu Xin raised his axe, and behind Kong Jie a great sun appeared.

Yun Wan's autumn chi in her hand also emitted a terrifying chill.

Law!

On their bodies, the power of the Law faintly surged.

"Stop!"

"Elder Zhao, show mercy!"

The other few figures who had come along, seeing this, all shouted and moved to block this strike of Elder Zhao.

Suddenly five wielders of the Law's power appeared, shocking them greatly.

The key is, their highest cultivation is only late Yuanwu Realm, with two of them being Wuzun Realm beings.

Such disciples, if well nurtured, will undoubtedly become late-stage Faxiang Realm beings in the future.

Even breaking through the Faxiang Realm is possible.

The Dark God Temple has been constantly hunted by various forces of the Tianxuan Realm, suffering heavy casualties among its disciples, and urgently needs an infusion of such promising fresh blood.

"You want to block me?" Elder Zhao looked coldly at the crowd: "These people, in Tianhuang City, acted without regard for the rules and even dared to provoke me."

"Today I will surely kill them; no one who comes can stop me!"

This...

Upon hearing this, several people exchanged glances.

Tianhuang City indeed had long-standing rules: anyone who strikes will be killed without exception.

Moreover, these little brats even struck Elder Zhao.

As an elder of the Dark God Temple, his dignity challenged, he wants to kill, and we seem unable to stop him.

"Elder Zhao, calm down."

Soon after, an old man with white hair and a wine gourd at his waist came up to Elder Zhao, chuckling: "You also saw that these brats have decent talent; it would be a pity to kill them."

"Talent?" Elder Zhao glanced at them, sneering: "No matter how good their talent, it's not an excuse for disregarding the law."

"Our Dark God Temple has many disciples with better talent than them, and none are as reckless as they are."

"Besides, I recall they are not yet disciples of the temple; they are merely Fang Xu's guards."

"With such status, daring to challenge the dignity of my Dark God Temple deserves only death!"

"Elder Zhao, what a big mouth." Just then, a lazy female voice sounded.

Hearing that voice, the outer disciples of the Dark God Temple all made way.

Outside the crowd, a figure clad in purple robes, barefoot, slowly walked in.

Seeing her, all the temple disciples lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.

"Seventh Elder."

"Greetings, Seventh Elder."

"Seventh Elder..."

The many disciples of the Dark God Temple shouted respectfully.

The temple elders who had followed Elder Zhao also all clasped their hands: "Seventh Elder."

The Dark God Temple is a loose organization; in short, the whole Dark God Temple is a cultivator alliance led by the Three Gods.

Although Zhao Jie and the others are also elders, they are only ordinary elders.

The purple-clad woman before us, however, is one of the seven great temple elders and a member of the temple elder council, her status exalted.

"Seventh Elder." Seeing the purple-clad woman, Zhao Jie also dared not act rashly, hastily clasping his hands.

The purple-clad woman glanced at him, then slowly walked to Yun Wan and the others.

Sizing them up, the purple-clad woman suddenly smiled.

"Not bad."

"All quite good."

"Lian Xin's group of old fogeys finally managed to do something that satisfies this seat."

Hearing this, Kong Jie and Gu Qiu's faces showed shock.

Lian Xin?

Isn't that the grand elder of the Ascension Immortal Society?

Does the purple-clad woman before us know the grand elder of the Ascension Immortal Society!?

No!

Listening to her tone...

"You are... the president!?" Gu Qiu suddenly exclaimed in astonishment.

The purple-clad woman lightly smiled: "This seat is Qi Shaoyu."

Surname Qi!?

It seems this truly is that mysterious president of their Ascension Immortal Society!

"Greetings, president!" Gu Qiu quickly said.

Yun Wan and the others staggered for a moment, then also hastily clasped their hands: "Greetings, president!"

Qi Shaoyu smiled and nodded: "All right, no need for excessive courtesy."

"You are quite good."

After saying that, Qi Shaoyu turned to look at Elder Zhao: "Elder Zhao, give this seat some face; don't pursue this matter regarding these people?"

Elder Zhao's expression turned grim; in the end he could only helplessly clasp his hands: "Since the Seventh Elder has spoken, I dare not disobey."

The hidden meaning of his words is obvious: you are a temple elder, your status is higher than mine, so I dare not pursue.

Qi Shaoyu also couldn't be bothered to manage his petty thoughts, directly looking toward Yun Wan and the others, and said: "Just follow me."

Leading the people away from this place, Qi Shaoyu brought them to a courtyard.

"Everyone living here are members of my Ascension Immortal Society; you can stay here temporarily."

"President, Fang Xu..." Gu Qiu hesitated a moment then spoke, wanting to know Fang Xu's life and death.

"He didn't participate in the Three Gods Trial." Qi Shaoyu said, "But he probably isn't dead."

"Wait; maybe they're on their way."

After saying that, Qi Shaoyu didn't wait for anyone to ask further, directly turned and left.

In the blink of an eye, it was the day before the Divine Son Selection.

Outside Heaven Wasteland City, Fang Xu looked at the pervasive blood-colored mist and exhaled.

After rushing all the way, we finally arrived at Heaven Wasteland City.

We should make it in time.

He waved his hand, releasing a sword light that tore through the blood-colored mist, and headed straight into the interior of Heaven Wasteland City. (End of chapter)