183: A divine eye? A blind man? (Sixty-eight)

Zi Yuanxiao looked at the ordinary-looking, smiling young man before him, but his heart was filled with shock.

No.

Something is very wrong.

He abruptly reined in his outward-flowing Aura, his pair of purple eyes staring fixedly at You Chen, as if trying to see right through him.

He sensed an Aura from this young man that was so familiar it made his Divine Soul throb.

That Aura should not have appeared in this era.

It was the Aura belonging to a Quasi-Saint ancestor of their Zi Clan.

The peerless-grade divine body, the "Purple Phoenix Divine Body."

In that distant era when Zi Yuanxiao was sealed, that ancestor was a Prodigy as famous as him, with a reputation even far exceeding his own; he was one of the most dazzling stars of the Ancient Saint Clan in that generation.

That ancestor's talent was sufficient to challenge the Saint Realm in the future, or even the higher Emperor Realm.

But the Laws of Heaven and Earth in that era were incomplete; becoming a Venerable was already the limit.

Wanting to become a Saint, the hope was slim.

Therefore, most of the top Prodigies in the clan, just like him, chose to self-seal, waiting for the arrival of a Great Era where the Laws were complete and one could attain the Dao and become an Emperor.

But that ancestor did not.

He once said, "If all Prodigies choose to seal themselves, then who will protect the present of the clan? Who will clear the brambles for the descendants?"

Thus, he resolutely abandoned the sealing, choosing to launch an assault towards the Saint Realm in that impossible era.

He failed.

Yet he also broke the shackles of that era, reached the Quasi-Saint realm, and became an Ancient Ancestor of the Zi Clan, leaving behind the most precious Legacy for the clan before he fell.

That ancestor was the person Zi Yuanxiao admired most in his heart.

But how could this young man of unknown origin before him have the Aura of that existence?

How is this possible?

Is he the inheritor of that Legacy?

Countless thoughts flashed rapidly through Zi Yuanxiao's mind, causing him to be momentarily distracted.

He put away all his arrogance, his gaze becoming incomparably solemn, and decided to test him first.

"I wonder who Your Excellency is? What connection do you have with my Zi Clan?"

Zi Yuanxiao's voice was low, carrying a trace of nervousness that even he himself had not noticed.

However, You Chen did not seem to have any intention of answering him.

He just smiled and took a step forward.

His figure did not cause even the slightest ripple in space, yet he had already appeared on the dao platform, the power of a divine bird flickering in and out around him, turning into a blurred light and shadow.

"Fellow Daoist, there is no use in talking more."

You Chen's voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable tone, echoing over the ice field.

He looked at Zi Yuanxiao, paused, and the smile at the corners of his mouth grew deeper.

"Please, Fellow Daoist..."

"...go to your death!"

The last two words shocked the entire audience.

The entire ice field was instantly in an uproar.

Below the dao platform, thousands of watching Northern Plains Cultivators simultaneously revealed expressions of disbelief on their faces.

"What did I hear? He told Zi Yuanxiao to go to his death?"

"Who is this person? Is he crazy! Does he know who he is talking to?"

"Look at his ordinary Aura, he doesn't even have divine body fluctuations; which nutcase wanting to become famous is this again?"

In the crowd, various discussions rose and fell.

Since the dao platforms appeared, there had always been some Prodigies with decent strength but insufficient to compete for the final qualifications who chose to challenge those powerful ring masters to make a name for themselves.

Being able to fight against the master of a dao platform without dying was in itself a symbol of strength.

In these days, many Prodigies had done this; some succeeded and became famous far and wide.

But more often, they died on the spot and their Dao dissipated, becoming a laughingstock.

Everyone assumed You Chen was also this type of person, but his choice was truly stupid to the extreme.

There were three thousand dao platforms in the region, and most of those who could sit firmly as ring masters were experts with combat power at the Peak of the True God Realm.

But Zi Yuanxiao was not!

He was a peerless-grade divine body sealed from ancient times! Among those of the same rank, he was a top-tier existence!

His combat power had absolutely reached the Heavenly God level!

Provoke him?

What is the difference between this and seeking death?

On the dao platform, after a brief moment of astonishment, Zi Yuanxiao laughed out of extreme anger.

He felt this was a great humiliation.

Since he woke up, he had swept across everything, suppressing all the Northern Plains Prodigies who dared to challenge him; when had he ever received such provocation?

"Good, very good."

"I would like to see what qualifications you have to dare to say such things to me."

The killing intent in Zi Yuanxiao's eyes was no longer hidden.

He couldn't even be bothered to use his full strength, just very casually slapping a palm forward.

Purple divine light instantly condensed in his palm.

A huge palm print the size of a house formed out of thin air; on the palm print, countless profound runes flickered, carrying a terrifying Aura that suppressed the Void Realm, intending to slap You Chen directly off the dao platform.

This palm had astonishing might.

The Cultivators below the dao platform felt terrified just by sensing that palm wind.

Everyone believed that the young man who did not know the immensity of heaven and earth would be slapped into a puddle of flesh in the next moment.

Facing this seemingly unstoppable palm, You Chen did not meet it head-on, nor did he even dodge.

He just stepped forward, unhurriedly.

It was just this one step.

His figure, at the moment the palm print fell, appeared in an inconceivable position.

That overbearing and peerless purple palm print, capable of suppressing and killing an ordinary True God, actually just brushed past his clothes.

Boom!!!

A loud noise.

The palm print hit empty space, the terrifying energy exploded instantly, causing the indestructible dao platform to shake violently, and the violent shockwave swept in all directions.

Throughout the whole process, You Chen seemed as calm as if he were taking a leisurely stroll, not using any spiritual power on his body.

This scene caused all the mocking sounds below the platform to stop instantly.

Everyone was stunned and dumbfounded.

On the dao platform.

The smile on Zi Yuanxiao's face froze.

He looked at You Chen, who was unscathed and whose clothes were not even ruffled, and his heart grew even more horrified.

How could this be?

How did he dodge it?

That was not speed, and certainly not a space Divine Ability.

That was a kind of... manifestation of the "Dao" at a higher level that he could not understand at all.

It was as if the other party had merged with the Laws of Heaven and Earth in that instant, predicting, or even... changing the trajectory of his attack.

Zi Yuanxiao's heart sank.

He knew that he had encountered an unprecedentedly strong enemy since he came into the world.

Just at this moment.

You Chen looked at him coldly and spoke calmly.

The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Your Zi Clan, an Ancient Saint Clan, seems to have no real ability."