Chapter 637 - Wen Luoan
On the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak, two or three hundred disciples of the True Martial Sacred Land gathered in front of a tattered palace.
The outline of a garden could be seen above their heads.
At the beginning, the outline was extremely blurry and existed in a void-like state, but as time passed, the outline of the garden became clearer and clearer, as if it was trying to materialize.
At the front and back of the garden, there were ancient, rusty green doors with divine beasts made from marble next to them. Although they were fake, they gave off a metallic feeling and seemed as if they were still alive.
“The Demigod Forgotten Garden usually takes one hour to fully open.”
Dong Wenjian’s voice sounded in Zhao Feng’s ear.
Zhao Feng and Dong Wenjian were standing amongst the crowd from the Mystic True Sacred Clan.
The two or three hundred geniuses below the entrance of the Demigod Forgotten Garden were comprised of disciples from the two Sacred Clans and the thirty-three two-star sects.
Being a three-star superpower, the Mystic True Sacred Clan had 50 spots, while normal two-star sects only had five. The stronger two-star sects had more – around eight to ten.
For example, the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect had ten spots, whereas the Golden Mountain Sect only had five.
Before the Demigod Forgotten Garden opened, Dong Wenjian told Zhao Feng about the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land, as well as some other strong figures.
Nan Gongsheng led the Mystic True Sacred Clan. After him were Che Yilin and Senior Martial Brother Nan*, who had both reached the late stages of the Great Origin Core Realm. These three were all amongst the top ten geniuses.
Of course, apart from them, there were also a couple geniuses from the Mystic True Sacred Clan that were just a tier below the top ten geniuses, like those at the early and middle stages of the Great Origin Core Realm.
Apart from them, Jiang Fan and his bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races might also be able to challenge the top ten geniuses.
At this moment, Jiang Fan’s gaze landed on Zhao Feng, and his expression became somewhat ugly.
“That Zhao Feng’s cultivation has also reached the late stages of the Small Origin Core Realm.”
Jiang Fan tightened his fists together, and he felt somewhat defeated in his heart.
Back at the Void Ocean Spiritual Palace, Zhao Feng was just a “tiny figure” who would never interact with him anymore in his eyes.
Chen Yilin, who was next to Jiang Fan, also noticed this.
Zhao Feng’s improvement wasn’t just quick, it had surpassed even Jiang Fan, who had a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.
“Junior Martial Brother Jiang, don’t think too much about it. Even with the same level of cultivation, you have a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races, so you’ll definitely win. Your opponents are the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.”
Che Yilin smiled and comforted.
Hearing that, Jiang Fan’s expression calmed down a little. He decided to surpass Zhao Feng by getting better rewards in the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
“Disciples of the Mystic True Sacred Clan, after entering the Demigod Forgotten Garden, you need to help each other. Do not attack or kill one another.”
A powerful Emperor’s intent sounded in the minds of the disciples.
The hearts of the Core disciples shook as they agreed.
With Dong Wenjian’s introductions, Zhao Feng was able to recognize some other experts from other forces.
“She is Meng Xi. Only she can counter Nan Gongsheng amongst the top ten geniuses, and she has a bloodline of the Ten Thousand Ancient Races.”
Their gazes landed on a young female in a blue dress.
The girl had a perfect face and starry eyes. Her hair fell to the ground and blew gently in the wind, yet it was somehow not dirty and seemed to present a perfect image.
When the gazes of all the disciples landed on Meng Xi, their hearts were shaken.
In every aspect, Meng Xi fulfilled the image of a goddess.
“What a weird bloodline aura.”
When he saw her, Zhao Feng felt as if he wanted to protect her.
Peng! Peng! Peng! Peng!
The God’s Spiritual Eye gently jumped, and Zhao Feng became calm again as he escaped the beautiful sensation.
“That Meng Xi’s bloodline power is biased toward the soul.”
Zhao Feng concluded.
The gaze of the girl in blue with long hair suddenly turned and landed on Zhao Feng.
A powerful pressure descended on Zhao Feng’s soul, and Meng Xi’s eyes locked on to Zhao Feng’s body for a breath or two.
Dong Wenjian, who was next to Zhao Feng, felt his thoughts, bloodline, and power freeze.
Meng Xi’s actions raised the attention of other geniuses. Someone that was able to raise Meng Xi’s interest was definitely not simple.
“He’s that new Core disciple?”
Nan Gongsheng couldn’t help but glance toward Zhao Feng, but he wasn’t surprised.
“That’s right, he’s that Zhao Feng who became Emperor Duanmu’s Personal disciple….”
Another Core disciple nearby said.
At the same moment, Zhao Feng felt many pressuring eyes land on him. They were from the top ten geniuses of the Sacred Land.
Amongst them, Zhao Feng felt a gaze full of enmity and killing intent.
“Zhao Feng, life is so. We meet again. This time, we shall dance on the same stage.”
A warm and smiling youth from the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan inspected Zhao Feng.
Right at this moment, Dong Wenjian spoke, “That warm-looking youth is called Wen Luoan, a disciple that has just joined the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan, and he shouldn’t be weaker than the top ten geniuses. He’s most likely the biggest dark horse this time.”
The cultivation of the warm-looking Wen Luoan had reached the late stages of the Great Origin Core Realm.
Zhao Feng’s eyes twinkled as he became on guard.
The warm youth gave him a dangerous pressure.
“Apart from the two Sacred Clans, Lei Zhen from the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect has the rare Ancient Lightning Spiritual Bloodline, and he focuses on the power of Lightning. His battle-power is extremely strong.”
Dong Wenjian warned.
Zhao Feng looked over and saw a bulky, barefooted man with a large sword on his back.
This Lei Zhen’s cultivation had reached the middle-stage Great Origin Core Realm, and the aura of lightning from his body made even Zhao Feng’s Wind Lightning True Yuan shake.
“What a powerful aura of Lightning.”
Zhao Feng could sense how terrifying this person was just by the power of Lightning radiating from him.
“Hmph, the inheritance of the Wind Lightning Emperor? Back then, the Wind Lightning Emperor came to the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect and comprehended many techniques here, otherwise he wouldn’t have become so famous.”
Lei Zhen murmured to himself.
The Ten Thousand Lightning Sect was one of the most elite forces in the Cang Ocean that cultivated in lightning.
Their strength was also incredibly close to a three-star superpower, and they easily surpassed the Golden Mountain Sect.
Even the Wind Lightning Emperor had once cultivated in the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect. Without the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect, there would be no Wind Lightning Emperor.
“None of the top ten prodigies of the Sacred Land are simple.”
Zhao Feng paid special attention to every one of the ten that Dong Wenjian told him about.
As time passed, the outline of the garden above became clearer, and the air on the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak shook slightly.
It was as if two spaces were squeezing together, and Zhao Feng’s God’s Spiritual Eye could see something.
If space were compared to bubbles, then a smaller bubble had just merged into a bigger bubble.
The Demigod Forgotten Garden was a secret realm that was created by a Demigod with heaven-defying methods.
“The Demigod Forgotten Garden will open soon.”
The two or three hundred Sacred Land geniuses above the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak raised their heads.
At this moment in time, all they could see was the outline of the Demigod Forgotten Garden and two green doors.
“There’s two entrances to the Demigod Forgotten Garden. One at the front, the other at the back.”
Information regarding the Demigod Forgotten Garden appeared in Zhao Feng’s mind.
The two green doors were guarded by the Mystic True Sacred Clan and the Thousand Darkness Sacred Clan.
Behind them were the stronger two-star sects.
Space shook again.
Luckily, the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak’s space was extremely stable, and it had spatial stabilizing arrays.
A corner of the Demigod Forgotten Garden dropped down and fully landed on the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak.
“A corner of the Forgotten Garden has merged onto the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak.”
“The Demigod Forgotten Garden has been successfully opened.”
Divine Senses from experts of the sects and clans filled the air.
“Let’s enter the Demigod Forgotten Garden.”
Nan Gongsheng charged at the front and turned into a silver streak of light that sped into the green door.
At the same moment, Meng Xi with her extremely long hair flashed by.
Sheng and Meng, the two super prodigies, stood at the peak and entered the Demigod Forgotten Garden with unparalleled speed.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The geniuses from the two Sacred Clans sped into the green doors.
“Junior Martial Brother Zhao, you should meet up with the other disciples of the clan when you enter. That way, you won’t be disadvantaged….”
Dong Wenjian warned as he also leapt into a green door.
Zhao Feng nodded his head and left a purple Wind Lightning afterimage behind as he disappeared.
“So, it’s the Purple Destruction Wind Lightning.”
A cold intent came from Lei Zhen of the Ten Thousand Lightning Sect behind.
As more and more people entered the Demigod Forgotten Garden, the two green doors started to become unstable. When all two or three hundred disciples went in, the color of the green doors had faded to the limit.
The two green doors shut at the same time.
Only a corner of the Demigod Forgotten Garden could be seen on the Ten Thousand Ancient Sacred Peak.
Even the Divine Senses of Kings and Emperors found it extremely hard to enter the Demigod Forgotten Garden.
Zhao Feng’s body dropped into an old forest.
A crushing pressure from the Demigod Forgotten Garden instantly descended upon him.
Zhao Feng’s figure paused slightly before starting to walk.
The space of the Demigod Forgotten Garden was much stronger than the Sacred Land. Zhao Feng learned this several days ago.
Around the same point in time, many of the geniuses that entered the Demigod Forgotten Garden stumbled.
“What a strong pressure.”
These geniuses had red faces and found it hard to breathe.
Those with Small Origin Core Realm cultivations couldn’t even fly here. Even those at the Great Origin Core Realm could only barely do so.
Apart from that, all types of powers and intents were restricted here.
For example, in the outside world, a wide-area attack from a Great Origin Core Realm could sweep across dozens of miles and destroy a small city, but in the Demigod Forgotten Garden, the same attack would only cover ten or twenty yards. Every other aspect, such as speed, was also restricted.
*Translator Note: Brother Nan is not to be confused with Nan Gongsheng. The two are different people.