Of every saint king born from ancient times to the present, which one has not experienced long years of precipitation and tempering?
Once you have enlightenment, is it really enlightenment?
Is the true meaning of the Great Way obtained from others really one’s own?
Have the various new principles deduced passed the test of history?
Along the way, Chen Xuan has experienced countless trials of fire and blood, but compared to his predecessors as holy kings, his foundation is indeed too weak.
All the saints who came and went, in the end, no longer relied on external forces, and relied solely on their own strength to understand the ultimate path.
And Chen Xuan relied on too many unnatural external forces, and the existence of the Eight Pagodas prevented him from having to practice hard for thousands of years in reality like other monks.
With the help of his master, seniors, and friends, Chen Xuan easily gained many great insights.
It is also a not difficult way to improve with all the beauties and gain their original Tao power.
Immortal cultivators should give years to the Tao, rather than giving time to the Tao. How can there be any reason to first achieve Taoism and then slowly settle down?
You have to start from scratch, one step at a time.
Therefore, even if Chen Xuan reaches the aura of the Holy King, his Taoism is still unstable, his body and soul are still turbulent, and dozens of ultimate Taoist powers are trying to crush him all the time.
Suddenly, a few rays of mysterious light descended from the depths of the universe, heading towards Chen Xuan, enveloping Chen Xuan. Shen Binglan was separated and watched helplessly as Chen Xuan disappeared.
"Is this the final test?"
Chen Xuan found himself being sucked into the chaos of the void by the dim light. Instead of panicking, he was extremely calm.
It is better to have a greater test than to become a Holy King inexplicably.
There was an aura of chaos in all directions, and Chen Xuan felt as if he had arrived at the moment when the world was first opened. There was no distinction between purity and turbidity. Everything was gray and dark, and the concepts of time, space and matter were lost.
Chen Xuan's heart moved. He raised his head and looked up. It was an extremely tall and majestic figure, holding a giant ax and splitting the heaven and earth. The clear air rose, the turbid air fell, and the purple air spread across the earth, giving birth to countless creatures.
"Pangu created the world?"
Chen Xuan was extremely shocked. He subconsciously walked forward to see Pangu's face clearly, but this chaotic world suddenly changed. The human race appeared, and various powerful races appeared.
Wherever there are living beings, there are interests, grievances, and fighting, fighting for territory, grabbing resources, and endless killing.
Next came the emergence of cultivation civilization, the birth of various new spells, and the disputes in the prehistoric world rising to a higher level.
The invasion of the Burial Immortals brought a great deal of darkness to the world. Chen Xuan walked all the way, only to find mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the great emperors of the human race, the supreme aliens, and many of the most powerful men all died in battle, with great regret, resentment, and anger.
Unwilling to give up, all kinds of strong emotions were like blood-draining weapons, slashing at Chen Xuan.
This is the murderous intention of the most powerful men of all ages. When they slashed at Chen Xuan, the black and red blood glowed with cold light. Every slash penetrated deep into Chen Xuan's soul. It was as if there was an ancient holy king roaring in Chen Xuan's ears.
"Kill, kill, kill!"
"Our clan will never surrender!"
"If heaven wants to destroy me, I will defy heaven!"
"If you don't die when you bury the immortals, and if the sky doesn't stand, I will use my blood to recommend you to the great wilderness!"
This is the ultimate obsession from the great masters before their death. For example, Chen Xuan’s body is dripping with blood when cut with a blood-devouring blade. Chen Xuan is enduring the pain of the martyrs and sages! Along the way, more and more ancient saints fall.
Below, blood shot into the sky, Dao power soared, and obsession was like a lock, tightly binding Chen Xuan, as if he wanted to place his last hope on Chen Xuan.
"I understand..." "It turns out that I have become a Holy King in an unprecedented way. The ultimate will of the universe wants me to carry the 'Tao' of the ancestors of all ages as the final test."
"The way of every holy king is so heavy, like carrying the abyss of heaven on your back."
Chen Xuan walked more and more difficultly, it was extremely strenuous, as if there were thousands of mountains on his back pressing on him, asking him to lower his spine and surrender to the way of heaven.
Click, click, the seventh level of the Emperor Star Hegemonic Body was unable to bear such heavy power, and Chen Xuan's bones were crushed to the point of cracking sounds.
On the road of time, the obsessions of countless saints turned into sharp swords and pierced Chen Xuan's body, consuming Chen Xuan's will and sucking Chen Xuan's blood.
The fates of various races and ethnic groups throughout the ages have turned into long bloody chains, tightly binding Chen Xuan's arms and feet, delaying Chen Xuan's progress.
Blood flowed all over the ground, dragging a long river of blood behind Chen Xuan.
The long blood-colored chain was ignited with flames, and thunder was entangled, trying to burn Chen Xuan's entire body to melt.
This road is too difficult to walk, and it is a road that has never been imagined by previous generations.
Chen Xuan's eyes were red and firm, and he only stared ahead from beginning to end, even if he couldn't see the end of the road ahead.
"Are you really ready?
The fate of all races and ways is not so easy to bear."
There seemed to be a voice in the void, urging Chen Xuan to give up.
This sound may be caused by the will of heaven, or it may be the bewitchment of the evil existence of Buried Immortal, or it may just be Chen Xuan's auditory hallucination.
More and more chains are wrapped around Chen Xuan, trying to drag Chen Xuan back into the endless darkness.
Chen Xuan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed with light, and he refused to take a step back.
He felt that his body and soul were about to collapse. The fate of all races was too heavy, and Chen Xuan should not be the one to bear it.
But... Chen Xuan suddenly burst out with an eternal roar: "Even if I, the evil emperor Chen Xuan, bear the fate of all races on my own, I will still achieve my ultimate path!"
With this roar, Chen Xuan's whole body shone brightly, dragging the obsessions, Taoist power and destiny of countless sages to move forward hard. His vitality, energy and spirit were all burning, and the most gorgeous scene in the universe was born! The auspicious light descended from heaven and earth, endless.
The Holy King's breath is gushing out in a mighty and mighty way, covering the whole world.
The stars were shaking, the sun and the moon were shaking, and Chen Xuan walked out of the auspicious clouds and fairy flowers. There was no special change in his appearance. His eyes were indifferent and his face was calm as before.
"Chen Xuan, have you successfully been promoted to Holy King?"
Shen Binglan was surprised and happy, and couldn't believe it.
"Holy King?
Maybe."
What Chen Xuan achieved was an unprecedented ultimate avenue, and he was no longer a holy king in the ordinary sense.
Reaching the end of this road is too costly.
At this time, there were countless invisible chains of fate on Chen Xuan's body, implicating the fate of all living beings throughout the ages.
Shen Binglan could feel the vicissitudes carved by wind and frost on Chen Xuan's once frivolous face. What kind of heavy fate did the man he loved bear?
"Chen Xuan."
Shen Binglan stretched out her snow-white jade arms, gently hugged Chen Xuan's waist, and pressed her cheek against Chen Xuan's chest for comfort.
"Binglan, today I know that the price of eternal freedom is so heavy."
As Chen Xuan spoke, a holy seal that shone like stars was condensed in his palm.
