Star Trace Gate

Chapter 818: The cause and effect have ended, and no one owes anyone anything

Rumor has it on the Jiuli Continent that the Xianlan Sect's supreme inherited mental method is called "The Twelve Sutras of Asking for the Way," and that the pinnacle of each realm is to cultivate two veins of immortal light. When all twelve meridians are open and the twelve immortal light are released, one enters the sixth realm.

When thousands of disciples first entered the Xianlan Sect, they could only read the introductory chapter of the Twelve Classics of Asking the Way. However, if a Taoist child disciple could enter the second level and develop three veins of immortal light before the age of twelve, he could be trained as a person with good talent and be qualified to read the introductory chapter of the Twelve Classics of Asking the Way.

If one could reach the Second Stage before the age of twelve and develop the ultimate Four-Vein Immortal Light within this stage, they would be considered a "great talent in the world." Someone from the Elders' Pavilion would recruit them as inner disciples, carefully nurturing them and allocating resources to them, so they could become the pillars of the sect's future and a new generation of genius.

Chu Jin is the undisputed number one among the younger generation of Xianlan Sect.

He reached the third rank at the age of eleven, opened the five meridians of immortal light, and despite being a poor boy from a remote farming village who was looked down upon by everyone in the sect, he completely astonished the world of Jiuli. He even surpassed his peers outside the Wendao Palace and was accepted as the last disciple by the sect master Wuchen.

Now, he has reached the fourth level, and all eight of his meridians have fully opened. Furthermore, in every previous level, he has successfully opened two meridians of immortal light, creating legends that countless disciples of the Xianlan Sect have never been able to break in their lifetimes at the corresponding level.

In the entire history of Xianlan Sect, only one person can match this speed of promotion.

That was his master, Wuchen. The paths of cultivation for these two masters and disciples were completely identical and extremely similar.

Even when Chu Jin entered the fourth level and opened the eighth pulse of immortal light, his advancement speed was even faster than Wu Chen's.

No matter how many talented people and shining stars there are in Jiuli today, no one can erase Chu Jin's unparalleled brilliance.

Outside the Guichen Arena, Chu Jin sat cross-legged on the ground, trying his best to restrain the surging and passionate emotions in his heart, making his breath restrained and his expression calm.

Not far away, the young marquis drank half a bottle of water of life, and despite the pain of spending four million, he suddenly felt that he had recovered a lot.

Even though the descendant of the Ancient Emperor is a shameless profiteer, his price tag is justified. This item is truly a treasure trove for cultivators. Should I tighten my belt and buy two more bottles?!

The young marquis was a rebellious person by nature. Apart from cultivating the Dao, he was unwilling to think about anything else, and he was even more embarrassed to ask for free sex. So when he saw the stretcher, he was already thinking about how to lie on it...

He wanted to speak, but when he saw Ren Ye taking the "Restoring Pill" given by the Emperor and sitting on the high platform to recuperate, he temporarily suppressed the urge to buy it back and did not interrupt him.

He slowly stretched his body, stood up and sat cross-legged on the spot, and openly released his spiritual perception to "look directly" at the conditions of Chu Jin and Ren Ye.

Although the young marquis was defeated, he was not ready to leave the emperor's tomb immediately. Instead, he wanted to watch the "final battle" between Chu Jin and Ren Ye here, and enter the game with his spiritual thoughts, taking the two people on the stage as imaginary enemies. Finally, he would deduce in his artistic conception, fighting one against two, seeking a way to break the deadlock.

His obsession and passion in the path of cultivation are definitely comparable to Brother Tiger's desire and madness for the old lady.

Before I knew it, three hours had passed.

After Ren had completely refined the Soul-Restoring Pill, his body glowed with light and his aura reached its peak. With his mind clear, he suddenly opened his eyes and spoke, "Three hours have passed, and I've returned to my peak. Chu Jin, come on stage and fight!!!"

As soon as the words were spoken, with the blessing of the power of heaven, they resounded throughout the world.

Here it comes, the final battle, finally arriving at dusk.

Outside the emperor's tomb, countless onlookers were alert at this moment, concentrating their minds with extreme excitement.

The setting sun dyed the earth, and Chu Jin stood up in the twilight.

He was dressed in a white robe that was not stained by dust, with the purple gold crown of the chief disciple of the Xianlan Sect on his head, and wearing floating cloud shoes. He walked towards the platform with his back straight and steady steps.

A warm breeze blew by, lifting the hair at the temples.

Chu Jin looked at the less than a hundred steps long road to the stage in front of him. The emotions in his heart that he had been restraining and suppressing were now surging like a thousand-foot-high tide, roaring through the world, and rising up into the sky unstoppable.

For others, the hundred-step road to the stage could be walked in an instant, but for him, the hundred-step road was too long and the price he paid was too heavy.

“Trample, tramp…!”

With every step he took, his body roared, and the unparalleled power of the star source rose from all directions as if it were endless.

After a hundred steps, Chu Jin stood up gracefully and stood tall on the high platform. The spiritual energy surging out of his body silently triggered many strange phenomena in the world.

Above the flowing clouds, the thousands of rays of sunset light condensed into a beam, spanning the sky, like a divine rainbow bridge, ready to welcome the ascending immortals.

Under the divine bridge, eight phantom cranes were flying and screaming wildly, as if they were supporting the weight of the divine bridge and leading the way to ascension.

Such strange phenomena in heaven and earth are manifestations of the cultivators' cultivation of their "spirit" to the highest level; they are also signs that their fighting spirit is extremely high and they are ready to communicate with the enlightenment of heaven and earth at any time.

Xianlan Sect is a Taoist sect, so naturally it must cultivate the magic and divine law to comprehend the great Dao, and Chu Jin represents the highest peak of the fourth level of the Xianlan Sect's divine law.

On the high platform, Ren Ye was dressed in rags, his body and soul extremely relaxed, but he couldn't help but ask in his heart: "Chu Jin, do you and I really have to compete with each other and decide life and death?!"

In this situation, these words sounded like a sign of weakness, like someone on stage, yet deeply afraid of death. But in reality, Ren Ye had mixed feelings about Chu Jin. Putting aside his blood feud with the Xianlan Sect, this man had hinted at or reminded him several times, his words filled with contradictory kindness.

This made him feel that Chu Jin's heart was full of contradictions and struggles, and he seemed to have made many choices out of helplessness.

He didn't want to create a "neither-enemy-nor-friend" relationship with the other party, which would affect his future state of mind. Therefore, he was not showing weakness, but wanted to give the initiative of this battle to the other party.

Ren Ye looked at him, and after a brief pause, he transmitted his voice, "Having come all the way here, in this tomb where the emperor's bones are buried, there are only you, me, and him left. Even if we lose, we can still obtain our own opportunities. Why must we decide life and death?"

A gentle breeze blew, and Chu Jin's clothes fluttered. He looked at Ren Ye calmly and said, "Now you are standing on this high platform, looking back, you may see countless ways down the mountain, but it's different for me. Ever since I went up the mountain at the age of six, there has been no way back. My only way is to move forward until the end."

"It's not human decision that determines life and death; it's destiny. Only one of us can survive...!"

Ren Ye listened to his words, feeling completely bewildered. He replied with disdain, "Heaven's will? Which heaven? Is it Heaven's will? Or is it the magnificent Palace of the Way in your heart? Or is it the immortal old man sitting within the Palace of the Way?"

"Your fate is your own. Do they deserve it?! What can they determine?"

The Little Bad King was a little emotional, but he still said in a concise manner: "I have a sword that can cut through the cruelty of heaven and earth and break the destiny. If you are willing, I am willing to use this sword!"

Chu Jin understood these words and was surprised and stunned. A hint of gratitude appeared in his calm eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a determined look.

He stood in the evening breeze and smiled, "Haha, you still don't understand this Jiuli. Here, some are born heavenly, supported by their family's Mengyin, blessed by the good fortune of heaven and earth. Wielding divine spears, they roam the heavens, eclipsing their peers. But many more are born like seeds planted by heaven. When they grow, when they sprout, when they are plucked, and when they return to dust, it is all determined by heaven. For example, the young man Xing Wu from the Xing family, no matter how much he resisted or tried to avoid it, he eventually entered the gate of heaven and was destined to fly away, wasn't he?!"

"Can you stop it? Can you stop it?! Maybe you can do it in the future, but not now."

Chu Jin looked at Ren Ye, his eyes gradually becoming cold and gloomy, and he said in a hoarse voice: "Descendant of the Ancient Emperor, I am also a seed. It is destined by heaven that I will kill you here and return to the dust to inherit the emperor's legacy!"

"This is my only way forward, so today... I will definitely become the protagonist!!!"

"Thank you for the sword strike you were about to strike. It has repaid my two warnings. From now on... the karma between you and me is complete, and we owe each other nothing."

"On this stage today, only one person can survive."

"boom!!!"

When he said this, the stubbornness, madness, extreme coldness and determination to become the protagonist of today at any means rose up from the depths of Chu Jin's heart.

At the age of six, he entered Xianlan Mountain and climbed up to the Dao Palace. He listened to the noise of the Taoist temple, saw the hideousness in everyone's heart, and watched countless people in this fairy mountain longing for the "heaven" opportunity.

This place was like a hell of greed, completely burying the innocence of a child. He practiced hard day and night, and even when his father died, he gave up returning home to mourn for his father in order to further his own development.

The coffin was made by his master's order, and the grave was chosen by the Xianlan Sect, saying it would bring prosperity to future generations. When he heard the tragic news, he could only see a new grave, and in his heart he recalled his father's appearance, his every smile, and the endless love he had shown him.

After his father's death, he no longer cared about the world. After a long cry, he vowed to transform this "heavy price" he had no choice but to pay into the brightest star in the Xianlan Sect.

He climbed up step by step, opened the five meridians, and became the sect master's closed disciple; in the sect's ten-year competition, he defeated all his peers and became the chief disciple of the immortal sect.

He once thought that he had broken the "destiny", but in the end he found that the arrangement of fate could not be defied.

He knew long ago that he would enter the Emperor's Tomb, and he also knew... that he had to obtain the supreme item inherited from the Great Emperor in the Guichen Dojo, perhaps only then would he have a chance to truly live for himself.

At that time, he might be able to return to his hometown, to that piano room, listen to the strings playing slowly, and see childhood memories flooding back.

For this thought, for this destiny.

In the dungeon of the Xianlan Sect, he shamelessly stripped nine independent cultivators of their blood leads. He bided his time in Dongji Mountain, completing special missions and becoming a "Cheng" blood lead holder. And outside a small town on earth, he hid in a bronze coffin, ruthlessly hunting down lone prodigies and amassing a large number of blood leads...

In order to successfully pass the human arena, he used the only friendship in his life as a bargaining chip, secretly plotting against the three friends of Jiuli, making them stepping stones to support him.

He had practically abandoned everything precious to him, and now, walking to the arena outside the Emperor's Tomb, what on earth was he doing there?!

That's right, I'm here to obtain that supreme object left by the Great Emperor. Therefore, in this life-or-death duel, the only protagonist can be me. Even the descendant of the Ancient Emperor, with his unrivaled record, can't stand in my way!

Anyone who stops him will die!!!

On the high platform, Chu Jin recalled the journey he had taken. The struggle and contradiction in his heart, as well as the obsession and evil thoughts that he had suppressed all this time, suddenly shattered everything and rose unstoppably from the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were as cold as frost, and when he looked at Ren Ye, there was no longer that complex feeling of mutual admiration, hatred and respect.

All he had was an uncontrollable murderous intent.

He knew that the descendants of the ancient emperor had never been defeated in the same realm as their peers in the Jiuli Continent.