Chapter 150 - 118: Tied for First, Speculation

Chapter 150: Chapter 118: Tied for First, Speculation

At the peak of the Holy City, the highly anticipated name on the continuously scrolling Celestial List finally came to a halt, no longer surging upward.

The entire Holy City fell deathly silent. Tens of millions of Cultivators stared blankly at the scene, the silence so profound that one could hear a pin drop.

"Is this... a tie for first place?" After a long while, a Cultivator finally spoke, his voice carrying an endless sense of shock.

"It really is a tie for first place."

"Heavens, has another absolute monster been born into this world?"

Tied for first place.

When the name under the moniker Ghost-faced Asura finally locked into place, it appeared at the very top of the Celestial List, directly reaching the summit. Appearing at the top alongside Ghost-faced Asura were five other monikers. The Holy City was no stranger to these five individuals:

Leng Tianyu, Saint Son of the Ice Race.

Feng Wuya, Saint Son of the Wind Race.

Feng Yuechan, the Yuhua Saintess.

Baili Tusu of the Longevity Family.

Hua Yazi of the Hundred Flowers Valley.

These were the five universally acknowledged peerless prodigies of Nanling. Their talent and potential represented the absolute ceiling of the Nanling Sacred Race. Yet now, a sixth name had appeared there; the six of them were tied for first place.

For a moment, the tens of millions of Cultivators in the Holy City were completely dumbfounded.

"Ghost-faced Asura? Just who is this Ghost-faced Asura?"

"The Five Prodigies of Nanling—should they be called the Six Prodigies of Nanling from now on?"

"To think he bypassed the seventy-two Saint Sons and eighty-one Saintesses to directly reach the summit."

Countless Cultivators breathed heavily, their eyes wide with disbelief. Everyone originally thought a dark horse had appeared in Nanling. But no matter how fast a dark horse ran, reaching the ranks of the Saint Sons and Saintesses should have been its limit. No one expected this person to directly summit the list.

At this very moment, within the endless void, countless Saint Sons and Saintesses from ancient races, Saint Races, and Longevity Families appeared. Standing in the void, their bodies were shrouded in radiant light that obscured the heavenly secrets, making it impossible to see their true faces. Yet, these Saint Sons and Saintesses had quietly arrived at the selection venue, all staring blankly at the moniker at the top of the Celestial List.

"Ghost-faced Asura? Interesting. Who would have thought the Five Prodigies of Nanling would become six? Things are going to get lively now," some Saint Sons and Saintesses muttered to themselves, their tones carrying a hint of anticipation.

The seventy-two Saint Sons and eighty-one Saintesses of Nanling did not represent all the Saint Sons and Saintesses in Nanling; rather, they were the most terrifying one hundred and fifty-three individuals among them. Along with the five at the summit, there were a total of one hundred and fifty-eight.

Ranking on the Celestial List did not strictly equate to cultivation and combat prowess. The Holy City’s Celestial List only estimated talent and potential, factoring in the influence of cultivated martial skills and current cultivation levels. Therefore, strictly speaking, the five at the summit and the one hundred and fifty-three below them all belonged to the first tier. It was still unknown who would have the last laugh, as all of them were incredibly terrifying existences.

But right now, two more individuals had been added. One had directly reached the summit, while the other had barely squeezed into the first tier. The entire first tier of the Celestial List instantly expanded to one hundred and sixty people. However, because the moniker Ghost-faced Asura commanded so much attention, the other name that entered the first tier was completely overshadowed.

"Ghost-faced Asura... what kind of peerless freak would choose such a moniker?"

"I wonder if this Asura is male or female?"

"To think someone else could enter the first tier. Our Nanling has gained another figure at the level of a Saint Son or Saintess."

"Does anyone know who the Ghost-faced Asura is?"

After a brief moment of shock, massive waves of commotion swept through the Holy City as countless Cultivators tried to find out who the Ghost-faced Asura was. Yet, despite the overwhelming tide of inquiries, the surroundings remained dead silent. It seemed no one knew the true identity of the person who had reached the summit.

However, within the sea of people, dozens of figures standing in different locations shuddered simultaneously the moment they saw the summit moniker.

"Ghost-faced Asura? Could it be him?" Among the crowd, a slender figure wearing a bamboo hat trembled violently, as if a certain someone had come to mind. This beautiful figure was none other than Ji Qingxue. Beside her, naturally, stood Ji Wufeng. The two had just emerged from the selection, only to witness this unbelievable scene.

"Is it a coincidence? Or is it really Brother Jiang?" Ji Wufeng’s eyes were also filled with shock. Although he had guessed it with eighty or ninety percent certainty, he still didn’t dare to jump to conclusions without seeing it with his own eyes.

It wasn’t just the siblings; all the Nanling prodigies who had seen Jiang Hao in the Ancient Dynasty ruins back then simultaneously thought of that white-clad figure. Coupled with the fact that they had personally witnessed the Sword Saint take him away from Xingyue City, their suspicions were further cemented.

"Could it really be him?" In the endless void, Leng Tianyu, whose entire body exuded an icy aura, frowned slightly. Clearly, he was also thinking of that person. He just couldn’t believe that the Little Loose Cultivator he had looked down upon above the Ancient Imperial City—the Little Kalami in his eyes—had transformed into an existence standing at the very top of the Celestial List, right on par with himself.

While the entire Holy City seethed with endless rumors and speculation, outside the stone doors, the silver-haired elder and the gray-haired elder were completely petrified. They stood rooted to the spot like two stone statues, their eyes fixed on the figure inside the stone room.

At this moment, only a single white-clad figure remained inside the stone room, standing with his hands behind his back. Just by standing there, he resembled an Ancient Divine Sword—still and unmoving, but capable of bringing about a storm the moment he struck.

The moment Jiang Hao defeated the peak-stage puppet, the entire stone wall erupted with a terrifying burst of life force, restoring his body, which had been severely injured countless times, to seventy or eighty percent of its peak condition.