Spirit Vessel

Chapter 1207: Chaotic Shore

Feiyun left the mansion and stood on the unpolished stone slabs, gazing at powerful auras rising into the air.

He disappeared and teleported to the shore. Numerous cultivators of all races have arrived in preparation for the conference.

“Master, will saints appear?” Shi Lan had a determined gaze and stood upright like a statue. Her chilling aura prevented anyone from getting close.

Energies surged on the ocean as others attempted to cross while riding flood-dragons, qilins, and chariots...

The breezes caused her dress to flutter, accentuating her slender figure. After the help of the flute saint and the refinement of a grand saint’s blood, her Undying Devil Art reached the peak fifth level.

Moreover, there was still plenty of energy in the blood drop hidden in her body. She needed to cultivate more to activate its potential fully.

“Yes since the conference is today. Do you wish to participate in the rising star section?” Feiyun asked.

“Should I, Master?” She asked.

“Everyone has their own path. Willpower is the foundation of reaching the saint realm, I do not wish for you to always rely on me. Choose.” He said.

“I wish to participate then.” She said.

“As if you can participate, it is all about power, only the true masters can enter. You’re suicidal.” A triumph-fish demon nearby sneered.

He was ranked tenth among the geniuses of his race. Although he couldn’t compare to Prince Moonbreak, he was still exceptional.

Shi Lan glared at him and an arc crossed the air with lightning speed.

He performed a Spacestep Shield Art and shifted 360 times. When the images came together, he returned to the original spot with a cut on his cheek.

“Quite fast with the sword.” He touched it and saw blood, glaring at her once more.

“Now am I qualified to join?” She looked like she didn’t move an inch from start to finish, standing behind Feiyun.

“Hong Ye, back off, you made a fool out of us all, to be beaten by a disciple.” Prince Moonbreak appeared along with the elites of his race.

Thirteen triumph-fish demons appeared; their demonic auras engulfed the area.

“Brother Feng, your disciple can beat a top demon genius already. Haha, little sister, I didn’t have time to prepare a gift for you, just take this melon, it’s very nutritious.” Zhongyuan appeared and presented a melon as large as a water jar.

The surface had a metallic shine. Hitting it was akin to hitting metal.

“Shi Lan, accept his kind gesture.” Feiyun said.

“Yes, Master.” Shi Lan stored the melon in her boundary stone and thanked Zhongyuan.

Heaven Calculating Scholar, Ximen Chuixiao, Lu Shanren, Xuanyuan Yiyi, and another hundred top human geniuses appeared.

Feiyun remembered most of them from the banquet at Void. However, there were some unfamiliar faces as well; most were powerful.

Prince Moonbreak saw them and sneered, choosing to go to another area instead of provoking them.

Ximen Chuixiao said with a smile: “Looks like your cultivation improved quite a bit in the last few days, in the pseudo-saint realm yet?”

Feiyun nodded, prompting Chuixiao to laugh heartily.

After a short chat, more and more gathered by the shore. The variety of races could make someone dizzy.

Not to mention young geniuses, masters from the previous generations could be spotted.

“Boom!” Suddenly, the chaotic energy in the ocean halted. The atmosphere became frozen from an immense pressure akin to the awakening of a primordial beast.

An eight-hundred-meter-tall figure manifested on the ocean, looking old and dignified like a god of war.

“The First Lord of Chaos!” Humans became emotional.

Demons, on the other hand, had a darkened expression. They could sense complex dao laws within the figure.

“He has cultivated in that chaotic expanse for more than eight thousand years, the shackles might be gone.” Prince Moonbreak frowned.

“The third saint of the humans?” Prince Tyrant felt immense pressure from the figure.

“Changes will happen in this generation.” Phoenix Goddess murmured while standing inside a fiery lotus.

‘If not a saint yet, can’t be too far off.’ Feiyun observed the chaos energy and saint laws flowing around the avatar.

The avatar looked just like the living person as he said: “The test of strength commences now, we will see who is qualified to participate in the rising star competition.”

“Bam!” He raised his hand and summoned an expanse of clouds with lightning bolts dancing within.

“Boom!” With one swing, he released the pressure upon the crowd.

Many cultivators fell to the ground while spitting out blood, becoming unconscious.

Feiyun trembled and hurriedly used his inner core to stop this power. Most human geniuses around him fell to the ground.

Ximen Chuixiao and the others activated their domain as a defensive measure.

“Let’s go!” Prince Tyrant flapped his golden wings as he wanted to fly into the air.

“Rumble!” Lightning bolts descended and forced him back to the ground.

The waves of lightning bolts only persisted for a short while. Nevertheless, many were burnt, looking like they were breathing their last breath.

A few powerful ones slowly got up from the ground.

“Those who can get up within two hours can be considered rising stars. Otherwise, elimination.” The avatar declared.

Feiyun’s robe was tattered as he looked around. He was the only one who remained standing.

The scholar was fine but had to sit down in the meditative pose. Ximen Chuixiao, Xuanyuan Yiyi, Zhongyuan, and many others have fallen.

‘Definitely a saint, just one wave to summon a rain of lightning bolts. The so-called rising stars are mere ants before him.’ Feiyun thought.

Prince Tyrant and the strongest demons didn’t fall to the ground. Nevertheless, they did look fatigued and injured.

“My lung almost got pierced, damn.” Ximen Chuixiao was blackened and smelled like roasted meat.

He got up from the ground and ate a pill before starting the recovery process. Xuanyuan Yiyi and the others also got up and attempted to recover without saying a word.

Only two members of the triumph-fish got up. One was Prince Moonbreak while the genius who made fun of Shi Lan was still unconscious.

Feiyun glanced at Shi Lan who collapsed in the mud. Her hands were covered in blood but her eyes remained open.

Her injuries were more severe than anyone else but she still tried her best to get back up.