The Prodigies War

The ancient statues stood, solemn and silent.

Lin Xun sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, his mind calm like an ancient well as he silently perceived.

Not being able to sense an inheritance had surprised him, but he didn’t find it regretful or unacceptable.

He had never taken an interest in the Ultimate Inheritance Land, so he naturally didn’t feel down.

He was only puzzled as to why the statues all rejected him!

Clearing up his mind, Lin Xun spread his spirit sense and quietly perceived. Unknowingly, a tremor ran through his consciousness, as if he had come into contact with some kind of strange Law Power.

And then, he seemed to arrive in a mysterious world.

It was a battlefield so big that the eye could not see to the end. The ground was covered in corpses, blood flowed into a river, and a surging murderous aura swept around. The heaven and earth were filled with nothing but the stench of blood!

Wherever one looked, there were corpses, bones, broken treasures, and torn battle flags…

There were even stars that seemed to have been chopped apart, the huge wreckage glowing with a palpitating icy luster.

There was a divine beast hundreds of thousands of feet tall, whose head had been pierced by sword qi and nailed dead to the ground!

The horrifying scene made Lin Xun’s blood run cold and filled his heart with great terror. It was as if he was in a battlefield where gods and demons had once clashed in a grueling war.

Suddenly, a majestic voice boomed in the sky–

“Our primal chaos origin was stolen, and the other eight domains took advantage of this to invade, wanting to extinguish the hope of stepping onto the supreme path of all beings in the Ancient Wasteland Domain. But thanks to your help, my fellow cultivators, we killed numerous enemies and were able to preserve the only remaining wisp of the primal chaos origin.”

Lin Xun looked up and saw that over a thousand towering figures had unknowingly appeared in the sky.

Each figure emitted a terrifying aura that was like an abyss that blotted out the sky, standing above the blue heavens like a god!

The one who had just spoken was a green-clad figure in the center.

He wore hemp clothes, and his long hair hung down loosely. His stature was lofty as he stood with his arms folded.

Behind him, billions of auspicious lights flowed. A sword could vaguely be seen floating amidst those infinite lights, manifesting terrifying phenomena.

“It is our duty to fight in a war that affects all beings of the Ancient Wasteland Domain. You need not be like this, Sword Emperor Taixuan,” a voice rang out, rumbling like thunder.

The speaker was a divine tree that was a hundred thousand feet tall, with stars hanging from its branches that were covered in swiveling leaves. It was just like a hanging galaxy that spilled out endless starlight.

“Thousand Star Divine Tree!” Lin Xun gasped.

This was a legendary being with the power of ten thousand stars. Upon ascending Sainthood, it could even evolve into a starry sky, an eternally immortal existence.

But what shook Lin Xun even more was the fact that the towering figure in hemp clothes was called ‘Sword Emperor Taixuan!’

He was a true Sword Emperor!

The implication of this was absolutely terrifying enough to make anyone tremble.

“Now that the war is over, I wish to join hands with you to refine this strand of primal chaos origin and create a supreme realm, in which we leave our legacy, our dao, and all the luck of our world, so that when the next great age comes, it will reopen the road to supreme for the future generations!” Sword Emperor Taixuan’s voice was calm, but the might in it stirred the nine heavens.

“Good!” resounded a Buddhist sound.

Lin Xun looked over and saw a Buddha on the other side of the sky. The figure wasn’t tall, but they seemed to cover the sky with flowing light and floating crystalline flowers.

Although Lin Xun couldn’t see the figure's face clearly, he knew that it was Saint Buddha Xingjia who had left behind the Three Thousand Stupa Tower!

“We are willing to lend a hand.”

“Your heart holds the whole world, and this is the blessing of the Ancient Wasteland Domain. Of course we are obligated to help make this happen.”

“Reopen the road to supreme for the future generations? Very good! Hahahaha!”

“We all will soon go far away and step on the Ancient Nebula Road to search for a method to break the taboo. If it is possible to leave the fire of legacy here, then we are more than happy to do so.”

“Gathering all the luck of our world to wait for an unprecedented great age?! My friend, this is a gamble on the future of the Ancient Wasteland Domain!”

Voices, either ethereal, tranquil, heroic, or mellow resounded, stirring up the sky and earth.

Lin Xun watched intently and was soon able to spot Burning Immortal Chen Linkong among them. He was shrouded in a flaming streak, dashing like a god from beyond the heavens.

He saw Battle Emperor Mo Yang, who looked slender and silent. She exuded an air of solitude as if she was the only one in this world.

He saw a figure bathed in obscure meditative light with the majestic aura of an emperor.

Lin Xun’s heart trembled. If his guess was correct, then that had to be the owner of the Underworld Emperor Spirit Refining Kettle who the big black bird referred to as Underworld Emperor.

Shortly after, he spotted a handsome young man clad in white, but the aura emanating from him was so monstrous and heavy that it oppressed the whole area!

Divine Elephant Martial Emperor!

He had been tested and trained in the Ancient Tablet of All, then obtained the other party’s lifelong insights and art on physical refinement, so how could Lin Xun not recognize him?

For a moment, Lin Xun stood still in shock.

Sword Emperor Taixuan, Thousand Star Divine Tree, Burning Immortal Chen Linkong, Saint Buddha Xingjia, Underworld Emperor, Battle Emperor Mo Yang, Divine Elephant Martial Emperor…

Alone, each was timeless, dominating, and revered by all. And here they were in a big gathering!

What Lin Xun found to be most frightening was that aside from the ones he recognized, there were hundreds of other similarly powerful overlords and peerless giants!

If the outside world could see this scene, there would definitely be a huge uproar. It was simply unimaginable!

This was a sacred gathering in the ancient era where Emperors and Saints had joined hands to kill foreign enemies from the other eight domains and preserved a strand of the Ancient Wasteland Domain’s primal chaos origin!

This bloody battlefield covered in millions of corpses was a true portrayal of that war.

And right above it, they had held a discussion to refine what was left of the primal chaos origin into a supreme realm, a place where all the domain’s luck throughout the ages gathered to wait for a never-before-seen great age, so that it could once again pave the path to supreme for the future generations!

Such a great deed and such a great spirit were unmatched in history, and would be remembered for thousands of generations!

Lin Xun’s heart boiled with emotions as he realized he was watching the origin story of the Supreme Realm.

It was a realm built by over a thousand sages on a wisp of primal chaos origin. The inheritances, opportunities, and fortunes within it had all been left behind by them!

Now that the great age had descended, many powerful cultivators had been able to set foot on the supreme path. This was exactly what these sages wanted to see!

Lin Xun had learned from the mysterious woman before the Omega Door that prior to the ancient era, which had been the primordial era, the supreme road had still existed.

However, it had been cut off and vanished after the primal chaos origin of the Ancient Wasteland had been taken.

Moreover, that had also been when the three taboo calamities had appeared in the Ancient Wasteland Domain, namely the Sever Dao Tribulation, the Confinement Barrier, and the Taboo Dao Tribulation. Ever since, they had been like an unbreakable prison over all cultivators!

Fortunately, many sages had taken action to repel the other eight domains and create the Supreme Realm, leaving a ray of hope for the Ancient Wasteland Domain.

Lin Xun was in a trance. He had clearly understood now. So in the primordial era, those sages had already worked together to lay down a grand plan!

Now that the expected great era has appeared and brought unprecedented, splendid changes to the Ancient Wasteland Domain, this is what they wanted to see, right?

Lin Xun’s heart was filled with admiration. He regretted that he hadn’t been born in the same era as them so that he could see them in person and do his small part to help!

“Hm?!”

“Interesting.”

“A good heart.”

“Ah, this person is one of our kind.”

A flurry of voices suddenly rang out in Lin Xun’s ears, causing him to jolt.

He didn’t know if it was just an illusion, but he felt several gazes directed at him from the grand group in the sky.

They belonged to Battle Emperor Mo Yang, Burning Immortal Chen Linkong, Saint Buddha Xingjia, Divine Elephant Martial Emperor…

Boom!

Without waiting for Lin Xun to carefully perceive it, the world in front of him rumbled and started morphing like a bubble.

When his vision finally cleared, he was standing in front of a gigantic battlefield.

A majestic voice echoed, “This object, which gathers our knowledge on the supreme path, must not be placed in the hands of ill-intentioned people... What do you think, Mo Yang?”

Lin Xun then saw Sword Emperor Taixuan standing above the clouds with a bronze box in his palm. It was only four inches long and two fingers wide, and if one didn’t look closely, they would think it to be a thick flying sword.

“How do you recognize one’s intention?” asked the delicate, hazy figure next to him, her voice ghostly.

Only now did Lin Xun realize that there were only Sword Emperor Taixuan and Battle Emperor Mo Yang left in the sky.

“Simple. This place shall be the ultimate battlefield. We will leave our legacies here, and those with outstanding battle prowess will receive the legacies. Meanwhile, the one who shares the same heart as ours will receive this,” said Sword Emperor Taixuan as he swung his sleeve.

In a series of rumbles, over a thousand stone statues abruptly rose up from the ground. Each statue represented a heavenly figure.

Bang!

A statue was shattered with a wave of Mo Yang’s hand. She said, “My entire cultivation has been fused into a single sword strike, which I have long sealed away on the bank of the Underworld River. That will be where the destined one receives my legacy, so there’s no need for my statue.”

Sword Emperor Taixuan sighed, “Like you, Underworld Emperor, Chen Linkong, Xingjia, and over a dozen other fellow cultivators didn’t want to leave their legacies here, and it is alright.”

With that, he swung his sleeve. One streak of light swept out after another and merged into its respective statue.

“These legacies are enough for future generations to strive for.” Sword Emperor Taixuan smiled faintly. “This is the only thing our generation can do. The rest shall be left to fate.”

“What about you? Will you leave your legacy here?” asked Battle Emperor Mo Yang.

“Of course.” Sword Emperor Taixuan suddenly turned around. His eyes were like two sharp divine swords that pierced through the void and rested on Lin Xun.

At that instant, Lin Xun only felt like his soul was frozen. A suffocating sensation surged through his entire body and nearly destroyed his mind!

“If there is a person who will be able to see what we’ve done here today, they shall receive my legacy!” boomed a boundless voice in Lin Xun’s ears.

And then, he saw, from within the billions of lights behind Sword Emperor Taixuan, a vague figure that was a floating dao sword swiftly sweeping out.