I Can Strengthen Infinitely

Qin Killer shuddered; among everyone present, he alone was not a Grandmaster. The pressure from the other side was far more significant on him than on Ku Mian Hou and the others, causing his entire body to tremble, with a faint urge to kneel on the ground.

Meanwhile, in the Central Plains.

Since returning from Lanhai Dragon City, Qin Yuesheng had arrived in the Central Plains.

That day, he suddenly shivered, as if sensing something, and for the first time in his mind, he felt the presence of Qin Killer and sensed the other’s current emotions.

Though the specifics were unclear, Qin Yuesheng could feel that Qin Killer was extremely uneasy at the moment, as if encountering some unsolvable crisis.

Fortunately, though the signs were few, they were still enough for Qin Yuesheng to perceive Qin Killer’s current location.

"I’m afraid he’s encountered some formidable enemy. I should rush over to see," Qin Yuesheng thought. Now that his skill had reached its peak, no one below the Saint Wheel Realm was his match.

Qin Killer was an incarnation of himself, so naturally, Qin Yuesheng could not let him die in vain outside. In an instant, he activated his technique to cover great distances and sped towards the Northern Desert at full speed.

The Northern Desert and Jiangnan are very far apart; for ordinary people, even with a swift horse, it would take a month’s journey without rest.

But for Qin Yuesheng, this time could be greatly shortened; at most, he could reach Qin Killer’s location within an hour.

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"Is he really an Immortal? How is it possible that the Saint Wheel of a Saint Wheel Realm master could connect the mortal world with the Immortal world?" Ku Mian Hou and others were somewhat dumbfounded.

It is said that a thousand years ago, Immortals could descend to the mortal realm, but for unknown reasons, Immortals gradually became legends.

Regardless of whether one is a Martial Artist or a Taoist, the ultimate goal is the same: to become an Immortal.

However, now, the greatest wish of mortals has been realized before them; the gate through which the boy emerged was the heavenly gate to the Immortal world.

The boy descended step by step, getting closer to the ground, and at the same time, the pressure from his aura on the crowd became greater and greater. Although the Grandmasters were proud, even if the other party was an Immortal, they did not willingly kneel, forcing themselves to stand in place, their bodies creaking as if burdened by a mountain.

"Unexpectedly, I discovered a passage from the Immortal world to the mortal realm. How interesting it is, as all the passages that were once available were destroyed by the Celestial Demon. Even the collective efforts of Immortals couldn’t reopen one," the boy murmured to himself, then pointed a finger at Ku Mian Hou: "Why be obstinate? Why oppose me? It’s just futile."

That finger was as mighty as a thousand mountains, and Ku Mian Hou could no longer hold on. His knees shattered, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably, blood splattering everywhere.

"Ah!!!" Even with a Grandmaster’s body, Ku Mian Hou couldn’t help but shout in pain to relieve his suffering.

The camel under Qin Killer had long since buckled, its four legs breaking, collapsing to the ground.

The might of an Immortal is simply beyond the imagination of mortals.

Upon witnessing Ku Mian Hou’s miserable state, the other three, including Soul Chaser, felt their hearts jump. Even combined, they couldn’t make Ku Mian Hou lose his legs in an instant, which confirmed the boy’s identity as an Immortal.

Before the boy’s gaze turned to them, the three of them prostrated themselves on the ground, no longer daring to maintain their Grandmaster pride and stubbornness.

In the presence of an Immortal, a Grandmaster is merely an ant, with no chance of being an enemy. To be an enemy of an Immortal is akin to seeking death.

"Immortal, how should we address you?" Soul Chaser asked respectfully.

Seeing this attitude, the boy nodded in satisfaction and said, "You may call me Wu’an Monarch. I have just arrived in the mortal realm; tell me about the changes over the years."

The three exchanged glances, not daring to refuse, and began to recount everything they knew.

"Even after many years, the mortal realm is still governed by emperors. Interesting, interesting. Although I have never been here, I have long been intrigued by the throne from the stories of old Immortals, eager to experience the so-called highest position in the mortal world," the boy thought to himself, paying no mind to why there was a heavenly gate linking the Immortal and mortal realms. Instead, he focused on his lifelong dream.

The idea of an Immortal wanting to become emperor is extremely inconceivable to the people of the mortal world. After all, as an exalted Immortal, controlling the rise and fall of a dynasty is as simple as turning a hand, and even mortal emperors must show respect upon meeting an Immortal. Their statuses are completely different.

It is indeed ridiculously funny for an Immortal to aspire to be emperor.

Yet, the three did not know Wu’an Monarch’s thoughts; seeing his contemplative face, they could only remain in place, motionless.

From the conversation with the three, Wu’an Monarch learned that the ruling dynasty over the nine provinces was the Great Tang.

For the common people of the land, the Great Tang is considered the supreme ruler, but all of this is based outside the realm of Grandmasters. Any Grandmaster with thoughts of toppling the Great Tang could achieve it in a day’s effort.