txolops Chapter 541 A Strange World, The Power of Fighting, 3rd Stage
Chapter 541 A Strange World, The Power of Fighting, 3rd Stage
The moment Jiang Hao stepped into the tomb, a desolate, decaying, and oppressive aura rushed towards him.
The feeling was like having an invisible pair of eyes constantly watching over this land and every living being.
Of course, this situation is imperceptible to ordinary people, but it is perceptible to those who have reached a certain level of strength; the stronger the strength, the more obvious it becomes.
"This is blatant disregard; they've directly revealed their purpose."
Jiang Hao frowned slightly. Judging from past experience, although the Fallen Heavenly Dao intended to destroy the world, it had always kept it hidden. Only those at the Heavenly Rank could vaguely sense that something was wrong.
But now, it's become obvious; anyone above the seventh rank can sense that something is wrong.
"Now, let's travel around this world."
Jiang Hao made his way quietly, and what followed was to experience the local customs and various civilizations of this world.
As for things, there's no need to rush; take it one step at a time.
He wasn't in a hurry to find anyone, nor was he in a hurry to explore any secrets.
At his level, there are not many things left that can move him.
He'd seen far too many divine martial arts manuals, ancient relics, and rare treasures; he was long past that stage.
What he needs now is to understand this world, become familiar with it, and then make some arrangements as well.
This is a very unique and interesting world.
The human realm of this world is centered on the Tianyuan Continent, which is formed by the fusion of the Eastern fantasy continent and the Western magical continent. The cultivation systems of the East and West coexist, martial arts and magic collide and blend, and the characteristics of Chinese and Western cultures are distinct.
This place not only has martial arts, but also magic. Yes, this is a world where martial arts and magic coexist, with Eastern martial arts and Western magic.
Eastern cultivators refine their essence into qi, pursuing harmony between humanity and nature.
Western magicians raise their staffs, chant incantations, and invoke the elements of heaven and earth.
Some knights rode dragons across the sky, while others flew through the air on flying swords.
The East is dominated by ancient sects, holy dynasties, and reclusive families.
The West was divided into churches of light and darkness, magic academies, knight kingdoms, and dragon tribes. They worshipped either the God of Light or the God of Darkness, and their magical civilization was at its peak. There were also things like angels.
Hmm, this angel looks a lot like the one in the legends: "glowing wings, a bird-man."
Similarly, there are two types of dragons in this world: Western dragons and Eastern dragons, and the two are very different.
The Western dragon is very similar to the one in Western mythology from the previous life; it is a lizard dragon.
The dragon of the East soars through the clouds, spewing thunder and controlling wind and rain.
The Western lizard dragon flaps its wings, spews flames, and roams the mountains and forests.
This world is like a hodgepodge of Eastern and Western mythology, containing all sorts of strange and wonderful things.
This feeling is somewhat similar to those online novels I read in my past life.
A fusion of East and West, magic and martial arts, dragons and divine dragons of the same hue.
It exudes a strange and inexplicable weirdness, as well as an exotic charm that is hard to describe.
"That's interesting."
Not only that, there is also battle qi, making the cultivation system quite diverse.
"Power of Battle, Level Three!"
In a small town at the crossroads of East and West, the Xiao family, one of the town's three major clans, is conducting a strength test for its scions.
Jiang Hao stood outside the crowd with his hands behind his back, watching the boy on the high platform slowly retract his fist, and three large characters appeared on the light screen.
"Three stages? Hahahaha, the genius of yesteryear has indeed fallen!"
"It's been three years. He's dropped from ninth dan to third dan. He's completely disgraced the Xiao family."
"Useless, wasting family resources."
Amidst the surrounding laughter, the handsome young man lowered his head, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his nails digging into his palms, and blood dripping down between his fingers.
He did not refute or argue; he simply walked silently down from the platform, his back view desolate.
"Is this another story of a loser rising to power?"
Jiang Hao's gaze fell on the boy, then shifted to the antique ring on the ring finger of his right hand.
This ring contains a weakened soul, and it is a being at the God-Emperor level.
If others knew, in this era where even seventh-tier powerhouses have vanished, a God-Emperor level existence would be like a myth. Such a being would have been a terrifying overlord in the ancient, prosperous Heavenly Realm.
The soul was dormant, instinctively absorbing the boy's fighting spirit. Over time, the genius was turned into a useless piece of trash. And the boy was completely unaware.
"This little guy has good luck," Jiang Hao thought to himself. Although the boy in front of him could not compare to Chen Bei, a chosen one of the tomb world, he was still considered outstanding among the younger generation of the tomb world.
As for comparing him to Chen Bei, well, there's no way around it. Who's behind Chen Bei? It's the Primordial Forbidden God and the Ancient Madman, two fathers who are among the top five in the entire history of the tomb raiding world.
In the Origin Realm, this is equivalent to my Heavenly Emperor father. How can this be compared?
"Since we've met by chance, let's give each other something."
Jiang Hao flicked his finger, and a ray of spiritual light entered the boy's body.
Jiang Hao then left, having no intention of taking on any disciples or secretly caring for them.
Everyone has their own path to walk, and he doesn't need to interfere too much.
As Jiang Hao left, the boy looked up and saw a figure in black standing outside the crowd.
The boy was stunned for a moment; that figure gave him an indescribable feeling.
"What's going on?"
The boy was puzzled. He tried to take a closer look, but the person had already disappeared into the crowd.
The boy shook his head, thinking he was seeing things, and turned to leave.
Jiang Hao left the small town and continued his travels. This world, due to countless wars, had shrunk considerably since its inception.
Jiang Hao traveled for seven or eight months and had roughly covered the human realm.
He had been to the so-called forbidden lands and the legendary forbidden areas.
Those places that the world considers taboo, places from which there is no return, are nothing more than ordinary mountains and rivers in his eyes.
He looked down from the edge of the Burial Abyss, and wandered through the lost temple, seeing ancient scripts carved on the walls, recording a history that had long been forgotten.
In those places, many people lie asleep, undergoing nirvana.
They were waiting, waiting for an opportunity, and Jiang Hao did not alert them.
He saw an incomparably domineering figure sigh softly, as if carrying the weight of countless ages:
"Through countless tribulations and a hundred lifetimes of hardship, the ages pass in the blink of an eye. An immortal body and an indestructible soul, unmatched throughout history."
"Through countless lifetimes of reincarnation, even amidst the impermanence of the six realms, I will remain eternal!"
"I will forge my sword, soar to the heavens, shed my blood, and charge forward without fear!"
The sound echoed through time and space, faint but powerful and indomitable, still awe-inspiring across millennia.
This is Dugu Potian, an ancient forbidden god. Even after sleeping for countless years, his will still resonates throughout the world.
In another abyss, an invincible being uttered a domineering voice that shook the ages:
"Billions of living beings will be our soldiers, and millions of gods and demons will be our generals. When the balance of Yin and Yang is reversed, we will stain the heavens with our demonic blood."
"Who rules this vast and boundless land? Only I, the Demon Ancestor!"
This is the Demon Ancestor of all time, the greatest demon of all time. Even though he is seriously injured and asleep, he still has the aura of dominating the world.
Jiang Hao nodded, filled with admiration. Only someone like him deserved the title of Demon Ancestor.
A fleeting figure flashed across a desolate wasteland, leaving behind a powerful and resounding statement:
"Give me time; there's no need to resurrect my ancestors. I will surpass them!"
This is Chen Bei's father, an ancient madman, the most confident man.