Unparalleled After Ten Consecutive Draws

It had been a few months since Chu Kuangren’s battle with the Venerable Gods.

During this period, Yan Wu had absorbed most of the Star Destruction Tribe’s military resources for their own and made many alliances.

The Flame Bulwark Tribe was now the strongest tribe among the humans. Under Chu Kuangren’s leadership, the tribe excelled in many different ways.

On the other hand, there had been minimal movements on the gods’ side.

The last battle had left the gods worried about Chu Kuangren.

Within a mountain range.

Chu Kuangren was carrying a Supreme Elixir in his hand.

Layers of Daoist patterns flowed through the Supreme Elixir, emitting a faint glow.

“This Big Dipper Soul Herb should be sufficient for me to ascend my Hell Soul to its perfected state,” Chu Kuangren muttered as he stared at the elixir.

He had been trying to find ways to enhance his soul power recently. The lands during the archaic ancient era were filled with an abundance of spiritual powers. Hence, all kinds of treasures and Opportunities of Fortune proliferated in many places.

Chu Kuangren’s abilities had basically made him undefeatable in these lands, and he gained quite a lot of items.

Now that his Hell Soul was about to be perfected, it was not long before he would also be able to cultivate the Fourth Cycle of the Earth Soul.

Upon refining the Supreme Elixir, Chu Kuangren’s Hell Soul had reached its perfected state, just like he envisioned. Its soul power was as strong as that of the Heaven Soul.

Chu Kuangren could feel his mind power transcending into a new state. He could now cast his thoughts over all of Firmament Star.

In fact, he could even see as far as the Extraterritorial Region.

As Chu Kuangren cast his Emperor Thought over Firmament Star, he came across a stone wall with a huge fingermark on it.

The fingermark seethed with a familiar energy.

“This is a marking left by an Immortal.”

Chu Kuangren flashed back to a scene he witnessed in the river of time. He recalled that an Immortal had previously left his mark on the wall.

This piqued his interest.

With his Spatial Conveyor Skill, Chu Kuangren teleported to the wall.

Due to its renowned history, this wall was known to many as the Immortal Wall.

At that moment, more than a dozen cultivators were focusing on the markings as they attempted to derive its mystical properties.

However, the technique used by the Immortal was so mysterious that even a Daoist Celestial would have problems deciphering it.

“Saint Cang is here.”

A cultivator then noticed Chu Kuangren’s arrival.

All of humanity knew of Chu Kuangren’s existence by then. When they saw him, the cultivators hastily got up and bowed with respect.

“Greetings, Saint Cang.”

“Saint Cang, are you here to decipher the Immortal Wall too?”

Chu Kuangren smiled. “I’m just here to take a look.”

He chuckled as he stared towards the Immortal Wall.

The rest of the cultivators went silent and stood aside. None of them wished to disturb Chu Kuangren.

“We have no way of deciphering the technique that the Immortal left, but Saint Cang is built differently from the rest of us. Perhaps he might just succeed in unraveling it all.”

“You’re right…”

They looked at Chu Kuangren with a glimmer of hope.

The moment Chu Kuangren looked at the Immortal Wall, the Dao that originated from his Phantasmal Seven Emotions Tune naturally emanated into the surroundings.

The cultivators were astonished.

“This ripple of energy is so similar to the one the Immortal left on the wall.”

“Is this possible? Has Saint Cang already deciphered it?”

“I’ve come here for over the past thousand years and have gotten nothing. Yet, Saint Cang has managed to provoke such an astonishing reaction as soon as he arrived. Is this why we’re so much weaker than saints?”

…

While Chu Kuangren was deciphering the Immortal Wall, his consciousness was pulled into a strange dimension.

It was the peak of a mountain enshrouded in layers of mists, and before him sat a white-haired elder.

Upon sensing his arrival, the elder chuckled. “Little one from the future, we finally meet.”

“Lil Ai, analyze the elder before me.”

Chu Kuangren called out to Lil Ai in his mind.

Lil, Ai, the Omniscient Spirit, had never disappointed him thus far. Soon, information about the elder filled his mind.

No doubt.

The elder before him was the Immortal who had left his technique on the wall.

He was an Immortal who came to Firmament Star countless years ago.

He was known as the Ancient Immortal.

However, before Chu Kuangren now was a strand of consciousness the Ancient Immortal had left on the wall many years ago.

“Greetings, Immortal.”

Chu Kuangren immediately bowed with respect. “I wonder what wisdom you wish to share for arranging this meeting?”

“I don’t have much to teach. However, I’ve been incredibly curious ever since I sensed your presence in the river of time. That is why I’ve left this strand of consciousness here, in hopes of meeting you in person.”

Entering the river of time was no simple feat. Even the Immortals would not be able to pull it off either.

It was the reason why the Ancient Immortal had become curious.

He hypothesized that Chu Kuangren’s body contained a form of secret power that allowed him to enter the river of time. Hence, he had to see Chu Kuangren for himself to figure it out.

“I see. Where do you come from?”

Chu Kuangren nodded and asked.

“The Jade Emperor Galaxy, which isn’t too far from this stellar system of yours. It’s about sixty to seventy thousand light-years away.”

“Why did you come here then?”

“I made an enemy and was gravely injured. I needed a place to heal,” the Ancient Immortal said helplessly.

Chu Kuangren was stunned.

It would definitely take an Immortal to injure another.

Taking this opportunity of this rare encounter with an Immortal, Chu Kuangren inquired about the Immortals to broaden his knowledge.

The Ancient Immortal was generous enough to answer what he knew too. He saw it as an act of good faith.

“Little friend, I’ve left an Immortal Technique on this wall. How much you can decipher from it now is all on you. If fate permits, we shall meet again in this vast universe.”

In the end, the Ancient Immortal chuckled before his figure faded away.

Chu Kuangren stood up and bowed again. Then, his consciousness returned to his body, and he continued gaining insight into the technique before him.

He had long learned about the Phantasmal Seven Emotions Tune through the nine Emperor Scrolls. However, the markings left by the Immortal had allowed Chu Kuangren to effortlessly finetune his technique further.

“Saint Cang, have you managed to understand anything about this wall?”

A cultivator saw that Chu Kuangren was awakened and inquired curiously.

“More or less.” Chu Kuangren smiled.

“No wonder he’s a saint. We have gained nothing from being here for many years, yet the Saint has managed to understand the teachings on his first visit.”

“Indeed. He’s so far ahead from the rest of us.”

The cultivators lamented.

Chu Kuangren nonchalantly exchanged pleasantries with the cultivators before he returned to the Flame Bulwark Tribe, where Yan Wu, Feng Gu, and a few others had gathered.

They immediately greeted Chu Kuangen upon his return.

“What are all of you talking about?”

“Saint Cang, we’re discussing the alliance.”

“Oh, has this matter not been settled yet?”

“The formation of the alliance isn’t difficult, but we still lack someone to lead it for now. We’ve decided that there’s no better person than you to lead the alliance, Saint Cang.”

Yan Wu proposed solemnly.

Feng Gu, who was standing aside, was nodding. “Humanity has been falling behind for too many years. It’s time for this to end. In order to wage war against the gods, all of humanity must work together towards the same goal, and we need a leader who can guide us through it all.”

“And that person shall be you, Saint Cang.”