Chapter 610 - 606: The Day of the Duel

Chapter 610: Chapter 606: The Day of the Duel

Demon Lord Mountain, a place on the Celestial Yang Continent unknown to most. It was both mysterious and terrifying.

A thousand years ago, an expert nearing the Spirit Transformation Realm Peak had once tried to explore this place, but they turned to dust the moment they drew near!

That expert came from an ancient sect. After the incident, the sect mustered its full strength, brought its Spiritual Artifacts, and launched a massive campaign to destroy Demon Lord Mountain. However, the final result shocked the world.

Demon Lord Mountain remained unscathed, but that sect vanished from the Celestial Yang Continent.

From then on, Demon Lord Mountain became a forbidden land.

Over a thousand years passed, and Demon Lord Mountain was long forgotten by most.

Even those who could remember it no longer knew its location.

But today, a portal suddenly ripped open in the void. A young man appeared in the sky and then descended upon Demon Lord Mountain.

Demon Lord Mountain was terrifyingly silent. There were no birds or beasts, not even a breath of wind.

The young man, however, walked with a calm and unhurried gait toward the summit. It was clear this was not his first visit to Demon Lord Mountain.

Embedded in the mountain ahead was a stone statue of immeasurable height. The statue’s legs were spread apart, forming a massive gateway.

Beyond the gateway, a hazy mist swirled, obscuring the scene within.

As the young man approached the gateway, a colossal Black Tiger emerged from within.

The Black Tiger did not speak, but simply welcomed the young man inside with enthusiasm.

Beyond the gateway, the density of worldly spiritual energy was unimaginable. Exotic flowers bloomed in vibrant competition, and Spirit Grass covered the ground.

Many Black Tigers were sitting or lying about, gnawing on the exotic flowers and Spirit Grass.

A single stalk of any of these plants would cause a mad scramble on the continent, yet these Black Tigers were munching on them like snacks. The thought was terrifying.

Upon seeing the young man, all the Black Tigers rose to their feet and cupped their fists in a respectful salute.

Only after the young man had walked a good distance away did the Black Tigers return to their original positions, but their earlier lazy, carefree manner was gone.

Farther from the gateway, the hazy mist grew even thicker.

Through the mist, one could vaguely make out crumbling walls and shattered ruins—the remnants of a massive, collapsed palace that exuded a simple, ancient, and desolate aura.

After walking a bit further, the guiding Black Tiger stopped and went no farther.

The young man nodded slightly and proceeded on his own.

After another stretch of walking, a massive palace could be seen in the distance, hovering high in the sky, bobbing gently up and down.

The palace was wreathed in black energy, giving it a terrifyingly magnificent appearance.

Legend had it that Demon Lord Mountain was once the domain of a Demon Lord. That palace was his personal abode, suspended high in the sky, never to fall.

Clearly, this Demon Lord’s abode was now the heart of Demon Lord Mountain, a place even the Black Tiger from before dared not approach.

Suddenly, runes flickered high in the air, instantly forming a great path that extended from the Demon Lord’s abode directly to the young man’s feet.

A voice came from the Demon Lord’s abode, bidding the young man to ascend.

The young man stepped onto the path and entered the abode.

"Wu’Er, your timing is perfect. Take a look and tell me what you think of this," a giant, all-white tiger with a single tuft of black fur on its head spoke as soon as the young man entered the abode.

At the same time, a piece of paper drifted down before the young man’s eyes.

This young man was none other than Lin Wu.

Lin Wu took the paper and glanced at it, then said, "Martial Uncle, isn’t this... inappropriate?"

If anyone who knew the white tiger’s origins had heard this address, they would have been stunned speechless.

One had to understand that this white tiger’s background was simply immense. It had come from the Divine Demon Destruction Domain over a thousand years ago to take up residence in Demon Lord Mountain, and at that time, it was already unrivaled on the Celestial Yang Continent.

Yet now, this Lin Wu was calling it Martial Uncle. The implication was horrifying.

"There’s nothing inappropriate about it. I’m sending out invitations today. Firstly, to have them congratulate you, and secondly..."

The white tiger with the tuft of black fur on its head paused, then continued, "You are guaranteed to win today’s battle in the Divinity Realm. Demon Lord Mountain will seize this opportunity to re-emerge in the world. The so-called Holy Lands and Secret Sects of the Celestial Yang Continent will all submit to Demon Lord Mountain. We don’t even fear that Heaven-Breaking Pavilion."

As it spoke, the white tiger’s large, lantern-like eyes glared. Runes flickered throughout the Demon Lord’s abode as a terrifying aura surged forth.

"Martial Uncle, although I have the conviction that I am invincible, my younger brother’s cultivation is quite impressive and should not be underestimated. We should still discuss this matter at length." Even though Lin Hao had lost his bloodline, he had managed to grow to his current level, forcing Lin Wu to be cautious.

"Wu’Er, you possess the Harmony Dominator Body and have comprehended a realm that no one in countless ages has ever reached. Not just the Celestial Yang Continent, but even the Divine Demon Destruction Domain will one day be yours for the taking. You are destined to become the sovereign of all ages. Why should a mere Lin Hao be feared? This matter is settled."

The white tiger stood up, exuding an undeniable pressure.

With a wave of its paw, the paper hovering before Lin Wu flew out. "Copy the contents of this paper and deliver it to all the major Holy Lands and Secret Sects. Tell their Holy Lords and Venerables to gather at Demon Lord Mountain."

That its so-called invitations were merely hand-copied sheets of paper spoke volumes about its terrifying power.

In a short time, a massive earthquake shook the Celestial Yang Continent.

Many people didn’t even know of Demon Lord Mountain’s existence, but today, it had re-emerged.

Even the Grand Elders of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion were shaken by the news. Although they had not personally experienced the battle from a thousand years ago, the mere thought of Demon Lord Mountain’s power sent shivers down their spines.

If even the elders of the Heaven-Breaking Pavilion reacted this way, one could only imagine the response of the other powers.

Even those who had never heard of Demon Lord Mountain felt a chill run through their entire body upon learning of the events from over a thousand years ago.

Demon Lord Mountain had sent out "invitations" in advance to celebrate Lin Wu’s victory in the Divinity Realm. Were they that certain of Lin Hao’s defeat?

"What is Lin Hao even worth? Lin Wu is a talent unparalleled in history, possessing the Harmony Dominator Body! At the age of eighteen, his cultivation already rivals the older generation of Martial Artists on the Celestial Yang Continent. Even ten Lin Haos wouldn’t be a match for him!" Such voices spread across the Celestial Yang Continent.

No one dared to refute this, for the one who had spoken was a Holy Lord who had not appeared in the world for a very long time.

With the re-emergence of Demon Lord Mountain, even Holy Lords had to submit!

"The Harmony Dominator Body, a physique that never even appeared in Ancient Times! Lin Wu holds an overwhelming advantage over Lin Hao. Lin Hao’s defeat is certain!" another person declared, building up Lin Wu’s momentum.

Subsequently, Lin Wu’s battle records were revealed one by one: fighting the cub of an ancient vicious beast while in the Elemental Realm, entering the Hundred Thousand Mountains alone just after reaching the Soul Gathering Realm... It could be said that every feat was unprecedented, shaking the entire Celestial Yang Continent.

However, on a certain day, all the talk stopped.

The twenty-day period was up. Everyone who could enter the Divinity Realm had done so.

The Third Layer of the Divinity Realm was a veritable sea of people.

Nearly all the major powers from the Divine Demon Destruction Domain had arrived.

The Patriarchs of the ancient families had all come personally to the Third Layer of the Divinity Realm.

One after another, figures whose mere stomp could make the Divine Demon Destruction Domain tremble three times appeared on the Third Layer.

As far as the eye could see, the Human Race, the Beast Race... all the myriad races of the Divine Demon Destruction Domain had mobilized and gathered on the Third Layer.

The boisterous crowd suddenly fell silent, all eyes turning to one spot.

Lin Wu had appeared.

With a single step, waterfalls ceased to flow. Runes flickered beneath his feet, and his long, jet-black hair danced in the air, sparking with flashes of lightning.

At the sight of Lin Wu, even the many experts from the Divine Demon Destruction Domain felt their hearts pound in their chests.