Chapter 141: with translation of chapter title

So even Lu Zhangsheng himself.

He also couldn't help but sigh.

Thinking back to the beginning.

Even before his birth, the plan that had been made was undoubtedly wise.

Nowadays, in terms of cultivation speed or battle prowess, among his contemporaries, there is likely no one who can surpass him.

More importantly, he is only one year old now; thus Lu Zhangsheng thinks that if this continues, he might not even live to be three.

Then he could return to the Saint Realm; if so, how long would it take to reach the Longevity Realm?

Even Lu Zhangsheng himself finds this hard to imagine.

Although he was born a saint.

But if compared to what he has cultivated himself.

That is still completely different.

However, for this second thunder tribulation, one still needs to take it slowly and not rush.

At this moment, Lu Zhangsheng senses his internal state, yet he also does not want to raise his cultivation realm so quickly.

The reason is simple, just as the ancestors said: his tribulation is different from everyone else's.

Called the Mythic Heavenly Tribulation, its difficulty is unimaginable; for example, the first tribulation already meant facing the former Panwu Celestial Venerable, so what about the second and third? Although Lu Zhangsheng has absolute confidence in his own strength.

He also does not think it's just a single tribulation.

What effect could it have on it?

But the problem is.

He is not a reckless person; he will not look down on everything just because he is talented and strong.

Especially when facing the might of heaven and earth, this is even more the case; at the very least, one must prepare well.

Therefore, during this period Lu Zhangsheng has been consolidating his realm and has not thought about continuing to undergo tribulation.

However, he also calculated how long it has been since he left the Lu family.

Quite a bit of time has passed.

At present.

He directly lifted the curtain and slowly walked out.

"Divine Son!" Jin Hui Laolao, Tuoba Yun, and three others.

Upon seeing Lu Zhangsheng, he did not hesitate and spoke respectfully.

"Huh?"

He nodded and then looked downward.

They are endless mountain ranges, stretching boundlessly, with no end in sight.

Moreover, if one carefully senses, they can detect various vital energies constantly seeping from the earth.

"Where is this?" Seeing this, Lu Zhangsheng turned his head and asked.

"Replying to Divine Son, we have long left the East Victory Dao Territory."

"Currently, we are about half a month away from the North Sea."

Tuoba Yun spoke, having done much along the way: "However, at that time the hunt had not yet officially begun, so we will temporarily rest at the Lin Huang Ancient City outside the North Sea."

"And those heaven-chosen prodigies from all the major forces will also gather there."

Upon hearing this, Lu Zhangsheng nodded and gained a rough understanding.

At the same time, he was also somewhat surprised.

It seems this hunt.

He can participate from start to finish.

No wonder the ancestors designated that place as his first training ground.

"Alright, tell me when we're close; also, when we enter the city, remember to keep a low profile and not make a big show."

Lu Zhangsheng gave an order, then immediately returned to the carriage; the reason is that he does not want his identity to be discovered.

Once he enters the city, everyone will know, and as the Divine Son of the ancient clan...

No matter where he appears, it will surely cause a great commotion.

That would be rather boring.

However, his thoughts...

Jin Hui Laolao and the three followers, however, did not quite understand.

They felt that if his identity were revealed, things would be much easier and simpler, and it would save a lot of trouble.

Of course, even if they had doubts in their hearts, they would not bring it up, especially for them.

Any order given by Lu Zhangsheng only needs to be obeyed.

Afterwards, they also did not continue speaking.

Jin Hui Laolao, meanwhile, continued to control the carriage, heading toward the destination.

That day, by the North Sea.

A massive city stands upon the land.

Within it, there are populations, markets, shops, and everything else one could expect.

However, inside are not ordinary people but cultivators, each person's body covered with divine power.

However, most merely walk the streets and do not fly, because the ancient city had long set a rule: any cultivator who flies without permission inside the city will be severely punished.

Of course, the so-called rules are merely set for those weak cultivators at the bottom.

Boom— accompanied by a tremendous rumbling sound.

Streams of light appeared, floating from the sky.

Upon careful observation, one would find that within those streams of light were countless swords, each emitting a powerful aura.

And on each sword stood a person, both men and women, all possessing extraordinary bearing.

"This is the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, one of the top powers of the present age; every disciple is a Sword Dao Heavenly Pride."

"That's right, have you seen the person leading them? This person is named Ximen Xue, the Sword Son of the current generation of the Sword Pavilion. It is said that at birth he already possessed the supreme sword heart, and his sword Dao talent is something encountered only once in ten thousand years!"

Cultivators raised their heads, looked toward the sky at those streams of light, and, shocked, began to speak one after another.

They all recognized the arrivals, thus exclaiming in astonishment, knowing that a true peerless Heavenly Pride had appeared.

As for those in the sky, the disciples of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, upon seeing this, each said nothing.

However, each person revealed a look of pride, seeming to greatly enjoy it.

Boom— but just at this moment.

Another tremendous boom sounded.

Everyone's attention was drawn, and they hurriedly looked over.

That was an ancient war chariot, pulled by a terrifying strange beast.

With a single step, the mighty qi and blood power surged, rushing straight to the clouds, terrifying to the extreme.

And on that ancient war chariot stood a youth with his hands behind his back, wearing a black-gold long robe, his whole body covered in strands of purple divine light, exuding an unparalleled aura of dominance.

As soon as he appeared, he directly suppressed those disciples of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion.

"This is Wang Teng of the Immortal Wang Family, rumored to possess the Heavenly Tyrant Body."

"I didn't expect him to show up as well; this North Sea Hunt will surely be exciting."

The cultivators within the ancient city were shocked once again, gazing at that youth, some even showing reverence.

After all, the Heavenly Tyrant Body is renowned as one of the most powerful physiques in the world today, with unmatched combat prowess.

Especially Wang Teng, who also hails from the Immortal Wang Family—how could he not attract attention? Thus, even the disciples of the Tongtian Sword Pavilion—

upon seeing this scene, also retreated to the side.

And then,

In the present age, the various major powers also began to appear one after another.

Yet none of them could match Wang Teng's fame and aura.

Until an hour later, everyone felt it was about enough.

It seemed no one else would come.

Boom— suddenly.

In the deepest part of Lin Huang Ancient City.

A powerful aura and divine power burst forth, sweeping across heaven and earth, carrying a mighty presence as it slowly emerged.

(End of chapter)