314: The flawed jade is the king (53)

On the Eighth Ancient Star, one hundred Venerable Platforms stood quietly, breathing in and out the Chaos Qi from the sea of stars.

The tragic struggle had ended, and what followed was a long and tedious period of cultivation.

In this place where Laws were dense, time lost its meaning.

Ten years later.

Wang Yun sat cross-legged atop a Heaven Venerable Platform. The phantom of the Dao Fruit behind him had already reached one hundred and seventy zhang; it was emerald green all over, and the primordial chaos violet qi and Supreme Golden Patterns swirling around it became increasingly refined.

The Earth Venerable Realm.

During these ten years, things on the Venerable Platforms were not static.

The ownership of the Human Venerable Platforms changed most frequently; almost every few months, a life-and-death battle would break out.

The Earth Venerable Platforms also saw some changes, as several Venerables with unstable Foundations were forcefully replaced by latecomers.

Only those ten Heaven Venerable Platforms remained stable, with no one daring to challenge them.

Another thirty years passed.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had grown to four hundred zhang.

On this day, a loud boom echoed from a distant Heaven Venerable Platform. A powerhouse who had occupied the platform for decades was defeated by a rising star who had fought his way up from the Earth Venerable Platforms, leaving the stage in disappointment.

The layout of the Venerable Platforms had undergone its first true change.

Another fifty years passed.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had grown to eight hundred zhang, reaching the Peak of the Earth Venerable Realm.

This cultivation speed was more than just a little bit faster than in his ninth life.

One must know that in his previous life, he had the assistance of the Azure Heaven Indestructible Art to devour others' Dao Fruits. Now, relying solely on his own cultivation, his speed had increased instead of decreasing.

“The Foundation of the Supreme Body is truly extraordinary.”

Wang Yun felt a sense of emotion in his heart.

At this moment, among the ten platform masters on the Heaven Venerable Platforms, all except for the newcomer had stood firm for nearly a hundred years.

The five peerless prodigies who had carved their names on the Heaven-Ascending Road stone tablet were even more beyond anyone's daring to provoke.

Everyone understood that as time went on, the gap between those occupying the Heaven Venerable Platforms and the others would only grow wider.

Therefore, the struggle for the platforms became even more intense.

Another forty years passed.

Above the Heaven Venerable Platform where Wang Yun was, the winds and clouds changed color as tribulation clouds gathered.

He had drawn his Heaven Venerable Tribulation.

The tribulation thunder roared, but it could not shake the vast phenomenon of 'Grandmist Gives Birth to All Things' in the slightest.

Ultimately, Wang Yun's Dao Fruit successfully broke through one thousand zhang, and he stepped into the Heaven Venerable Realm.

But he did not feel much joy.

Because before him, two people had already taken a step ahead of him and become Heaven Venerables.

Ye Chen and Chen You.

“What kind of monsters are these two guys? Did they take some drugs?”

Wang Yun looked at the two stone platforms shrouded in dense Heaven Venerable dao rhyme, feeling greatly puzzled.

He possessed the Supreme Body and had undergone ten cycles of Reincarnation; his Foundation was so profound that he was confident he wouldn't lose to anyone.

Yet the cultivation speed of these two was actually above his.

Wang Yun withdrew his gaze and looked toward an Earth Venerable Platform.

At this moment, Chen Yang was shining with golden light, his aura powerful. He had long since reached the Earth Venerable Realm and had even successfully challenged and defeated a superior to occupy a Heaven Venerable Platform.

“As expected of a child of destiny.”

Wang Yun nodded in approval.

Time continued to flow.

One hundred years passed.

The ten platform masters on the Heaven Venerable Platforms had all broken through and were now in the Heaven Venerable Realm.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit reached 1,500 zhang.

Meanwhile, Luo Xi and that Great You Saint Body had also successively stepped into the Earth Venerable Realm during these hundred years of bitter cultivation.

Everyone had a premonition that the path leading to the Ninth Ancient Star was about to open.

Another thirty years passed.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit grew to 1,900 zhang.

And in this very year, shocking news arrived.

The trial to the Ninth Ancient Star had opened.

Among the ten Heaven Venerable Platform masters, one powerhouse who believed his strength had reached its Peak was the first to attempt the trial.

As a result, only half a day later, news came back.

That Heaven Venerable had fallen.

This news caused everyone's hearts to sink.

Another fifty years passed.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had reached 2,300 zhang.

On this day, the barefoot, blind Sword Cultivator suddenly stood up and left his Heaven Venerable Platform.

He went to attempt the trial.

But before long, he returned covered in blood, his aura withered; he had clearly suffered extremely severe injuries.

Without saying a word, he occupied a Heaven Venerable Platform once more and began his secluded cultivation.

But he brought back a piece of news that made all the Heaven Venerables feel despair.

To go to the Ninth Ancient Star, one must defeat a Saint King's Imprint from their Heaven Venerable period.

“An average Saint King, during their Venerable period, would likely have a Dao Fruit of at least 2,500 zhang.”

“That blind swordsman being able to return alive is already a miracle. It's said he was only a bit away from succeeding.”

Upon learning this, Wang Yun's mind instead became completely tranquil.

In his previous life, when he was the Three-Lotus Saint, his Dao Fruit had reached four thousand zhang.

He knew very well that it hadn't been his limit.

In this life, he possessed the Supreme Body, and his Foundation far exceeded his previous life. Where, then, was his limit?

He did not plan to attempt the trial immediately; he wanted to Cultivate his Dao Fruit to the true ultimate limit of the Venerable Realm.

Another two hundred years passed.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had reached 3,000 zhang.

On the Earth Venerable Platforms, many prodigies had already stood up one after another and left the platforms.

It wasn't that they didn't want to continue cultivating, but that their potential had reached its limit, and it was difficult for their Dao Fruits to advance even an inch further.

Another hundred years passed.

The Great You Prodigies behind Luo Xi also stood up to bid Wang Yun farewell.

Their Dao Fruits had stopped at over 1,000 zhang, which was already the greatest achievement of their lives.

At this time, Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had grown to 3,400 zhang.

Another hundred years passed.

Luo Xi's Dao Fruit had also reached its limit of 2,200 zhang.

She glanced at Wang Yun, who was still in seclusion; although there was reluctance in her eyes, she still chose to leave.

Only Wang Yun remained.

Another two hundred years.

On the Heaven Venerable Platforms, platform masters stood up and left one after another.

The limits of their Dao Fruits mostly stopped around 3,000 zhang.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit reached 3,900 zhang.

Another three hundred years.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit grew to 4,700 zhang.

On this day, Chen Yang stood up. His Great Sun Saint Body shone brilliantly, and his Dao Fruit had reached 3,000 zhang.

At the same time, the barefoot, blind Sword Cultivator and the woman surrounded by a hundred flowers also stood up one after another.

Wang Yun could sense that their Dao Fruits were at least at 4,000 zhang.

The three of them left one after another to attempt the trial.

On the Heaven Venerable Platforms, only Wang Yun, Ye Chen, and Chen You remained.

Five hundred years passed in a flash.

On the Ancient Stary Road, countless prodigies had already come and gone.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit reached a staggering 5,600 zhang; he could feel that his limit was approaching.

Another two hundred years passed.

Chen You and Ye Chen actually stood up at the same time on the same day.

The two of them looked at each other from afar, Battle Intent rising in both their eyes.

Subsequently, they turned into streaks of light and left the platforms.

At this moment, Wang Yun's Dao Fruit had reached 5,900 zhang.

In the entire area of the Venerable Platforms, only he remained.

The final hundred years.

Wang Yun's Dao Fruit slowly grew to 6,100 zhang.

The moment it reached this number, no matter how he circulated his Cultivation Technique or absorbed dao rhyme, the Dao Fruit would not advance another inch.

The limit had been reached.

Wang Yun slowly opened his eyes, his gaze calm.

He stood up and stepped outside the platform in a single stride.

There, Luo Xi and the others were waiting for him quietly.

“Young Master.”

Looking at that familiar figure, Luo Xi's expression was excited yet filled with awe.

Wang Yun nodded slightly, his gaze looking toward the end of the Eighth Ancient Star.

“Let's go. It's time to meet the Saint King.”