Chapter 49: Mighty Power! Elder Zhou Stunned!

On the Mystic Light Mirror, a scene that astonished everyone in the hall was revealed.

The mirror surface was filled with tiny black dots.

Each black dot represented one Heavenly Demon.

Originally, under the Elder's arrangement, the many black dots were scattered across various zones of the Heavenly Demon battlefield to ensure that assessment disciples sent to each location would encounter them.

It also prevented too many Heavenly Demons from gathering in one spot, which would cause an unlucky disciple to die instantly upon entering the battlefield.

But now, the numerous tiny black dots spread across the mirror are rushing toward the lower‑left corner like locusts.

And as soon as they reach the lower‑left corner of the Mystic Light Mirror, they mysteriously vanish.

They disappear in massive swaths!

As if swallowed by a black hole.

"Why are so many Heavenly Demons vanishing? Could there be a teleportation gate there that's sending them away?" a disciple exclaimed, pointing at the lower‑left corner of the Mystic Light Mirror.

This was also the doubt of everyone present.

Thus everyone looked to Elder Zhou, who oversees the Sky Court, waiting for him to clarify.

Elder Zhou shook his head and laughed, "Setting up a teleportation gate requires at least an Ancient Giant. Moreover, which Ancient Giant would have the leisure to place a teleportation gate in our Feather Ascension Gate's outer‑gate assessment grounds just to send away a swarm of ant‑like low‑rank Heavenly Demons?"

"Indeed, that's the case."

The crowd was taken aback, then all nodded in agreement.

But how to explain the sudden disappearance of so many Heavenly Demons?

And even now, the Heavenly Demons on the Mystic Light Mirror continue to vanish at the lower‑left corner.

"The Heavenly Demons on the battlefield weren't teleported away nor mysteriously vanished; they were… they were slain by a disciple, and that disciple is still killing!"

Elder Zhou spoke again, his tone now starkly different from his earlier calm, filled with disbelief as if he had witnessed a terrifying sight on the Mystic Light Mirror.

"What?"

"But among the outer‑gate disciples, who could be that powerful? Could it be a divine‑skill cultivator?"

"Elder Zhou, you oversee the Sky Court and can peer into the Heavenly Demon battlefield through the Mystic Light Mirror; could you tell us who the slayer of the Heavenly Demons is?"

The crowd was startled again, their eyes searching Elder Zhou, hoping he would provide an answer.

Elder Zhou remained silent.

He cast a compassionate gaze toward Cang Bozi, hesitated several times, yet said nothing.

What is Elder Zhou's intention?

The crowd grew even more puzzled.

What does a powerful figure slaughtering Heavenly Demons on the distant battlefield have to do with Cang Bozi here?

Could the slayer be intimately acquainted with Cang Bozi?

"Hmph, playing mysterious tricks."

Cang Bozi was also at a loss.

A bad premonition suddenly rose in his heart.

Yet he remained angry at Elder Zhou for preventing him from going to the battlefield to execute Chen Zheng, hissing coldly in his mind, turning his cold face away.

"The one killing the Heavenly Demons is Senior Brother Chen; it must be him!" a firm female voice suddenly rang out, breaking the hall's calm.

The crowd looked toward the voice; the speaker was a frail woman, none other than Xu Yueer.

Beside her were Yu Er, Nan Beibei and other women.

Long Xuan, as graceful as a dragon maiden, was also among them.

"Chen Zheng?"

"It's quite possible; after all, Chen Zheng can even defeat Yuan Jiankong, who ranked tenth on the Mountain‑River List."

The crowd was enlightened.

No wonder Elder Zhou gave Cang Bozi that strange look earlier.

Cang Bozi wore a disdainful expression, silently laughing to himself: "Chen Zheng, Chen Zheng, you still strive to battle Heavenly Demons right before death, trying to make a name for yourself, thinking that will save your life? How naive. Even if you attain divine skills, you cannot escape death."

"Nonsense, how could Chen Zheng possibly have such strength?" Yuan Jiankong, standing behind Cang Bozi, growled low, his face full of dissent.

"Even if that person is Chen Zheng, it's only because he stole the Silver Snake Sword and the Golden‑Brocade Robe from Senior Brother Yuan that he could slay so many Heavenly Demons," a woman beside Yuan Jiankong said sarcastically.

The woman, about twenty years old, with willow‑shaped eyebrows and a delicate face, a graceful figure, long straight legs, skin pale with a hint of red, made one want to toy with her. "Senior Brother Yuan, Senior Sister Mo, you have no idea how powerful Senior Brother Chen is! He needs no treasure!" Xu Yueer glared at the two, puffed with anger.

"Oh? Since you have such confidence in Chen Zheng, how about a wager? I bet that Chen Zheng could only kill that many Heavenly Demons thanks to Senior Brother Yuan's two spiritual artifacts, and the stake will be this exquisite spiritual artifact."

The long‑legged Senior Sister Mo curled the corner of her mouth, brandishing the blue flying sword in her hand, her gaze at Xu Yueer full of mockery.

"You…"

Xu Yueer was incensed.

Having witnessed Chen Zheng's strength with her own eyes, she naturally dared to bet.

However, the Starlight Sword Chen Zheng gave her was only high‑grade, falling short of Senior Sister Mo's wager by one tier.

"I'll bet with you!"

Long Xuan stepped forward, her yellow robe fluttering slightly, her voice like clear spring water, refreshing to the heart.

She casually produced an exquisite spiritual artifact.

This novel you…

From then on, a 'high‑stakes gamble' unfolded in the Sky Court, making the place even livelier.

Meanwhile, Chen Zheng, far away on the Heavenly Demon battlefield, was completely unaware of the various happenings in the Sky Court.

Even if he knew, he wouldn't care.

Even if Cang Bozi blocked the entrance of the teleportation gate to try to kill him, he would still be indifferent.

In fact, when he killed Xiao Shi, he had already anticipated the possible repercussions.

At this moment, he is completely intoxicated by the pleasure of refining Heavenly Demons.

Time flies, day after day passes.

Chen Zheng's power grows ever stronger, already reaching the strength of two hundred Xuanhuang Fiery Horses.

Such terrifying power, if Cang Baizi, Yuan Jian Kong and others were to learn of it, would surely scare them to illness, and they would never dare utter the reckless words of killing Chen Zheng again.

Because even Cang Baizi of the Shen Tong Mi Jing could not withstand a single move of his.

And the Heavenly Demons in the Heavenly Demon Battlefield are also becoming fewer.

Only scattered Heavenly Demons remain, drifting toward a newly made big pit of Chen Zheng.

During this period, he himself cannot even count how many Heavenly Demons he has refined.

"Almost done."

Seeing his power increase slow down, the immovable Chen Zheng, as solid as a rock, finally ceases to absorb Heavenly Demons.

He steadies his mind and calms his Qi.

He directs the blood and Qi within his body, which flow like a raging river, upward to his brain, transforming into spirit.

Then, using his spirit to dispel the darkness in his brain, he forcefully hurls toward the depths of his mind a towering ancient, weathered great gate.

This is the Gate of Shen Tong.

Any martial artist who opens this gate instantly attains the Shen Tong Mi Jing and births magical power.

Boom—

Without any surprise, the Gate of Shen Tong, upon touching his overwhelming spirit, is instantly blasted open.

He finally breaks the shackles of his mortal body, steps into the first tier of Shen Tong magical power realm, and becomes a cultivator.

Swish!

Chen Zheng's entire body floats up, soaring thousands of zhang into the sky, standing aloft, his black hair fluttering wildly, overlooking the earth, an indescribably majestic sight.

"Let's see how the might of magical power works."

He slaps out a palm, the mighty magical power like a celestial river plunging from the Nine Heavens, pouring down, coalescing in midair into a gigantic palm that crashes onto the earth.

Boom—

A burst of explosion rattles the ground, and a palm‑shaped pit, a thousand zhang in diameter and a hundred zhang deep, appears on the surface.

I have something today, it's a bit late, will try to be earlier tomorrow.

(End of chapter)