Chapter 447: Myself Is Chen Ming, Please Advise

Path of Decay.

Chen Ming gripped Nine Year Cicada in one hand and closed his eyes. Luo Muye stood outside the stone room with a short spear on his back and munched on mutton.

“What’s Master doing?”

He’d been at this for nine days. Luo Muye had no choice but to eat his Master’s meal.

It was then when Chen Ming’s eyes shot open, Nine Year Cicada trailed the air, and slammed into the wooden puppet. He sheathed the blade as the pupped leaned on one side, cut in two.

On the wall, a new score was written, complete.

Chen Ming didn’t even need to launch the second strike. He knew he succeeded. It was an odd feeling, something that gripped him the moment the blade left the scabbard.

This was a first for him, as all other magical arts he learned before were through direct comprehension.

En, this feeling is quite peachy. I can get addicted to this.

Through years of hard work, the result presented itself. His efforts weren’t in vain.

He knew now that his perception wasn’t lacking. A long time ago it was close to nothing, but after cultivating 3,000 Daos he felt it reach higher than ever. There was another reason, the fact he had increased affinity towards the Daos and also looking at things from a new perspective compared to others. 3,000 Daos laid withing his being and his eyes could pierce deeper into the intricacies around him.

Added to that Heart Enlightenment Fruit’s effect, this six-year undertaking had achieved fruition in the shape of a complete Hegemonic Immortal Sword.

Chen Ming’s power was now at his true peak. There was nothing left to improve.

Time to pass the tribulation.

Life or death, soon all shall be made clear.

Chen Ming turned to Luo Muye. He didn’t teach him a cultivation method, only a spear art. The system lady hadn’t opened the sixth disciple spot.

If Luo Muye went up in realms, he’d get nothing.

Moreover, he was still young, even after all these years passed, he was only ten.

Chen Ming smiled, “Master is going on a trip, be good and wait for me.”

Luo Muye nodded, “Yes, Master.”

Chen Ming left a few scriptures suitable to him and Yan Mountain’s Sixth Sect Leader’s crest, “If I don’t come back in a year, train in this cultivation method and take the crest to the Three-headed Dragon Constellation under Heavenly Court’s jurisdiction and find a place called Yan Mountain. Your seniors will be there to help you.”

Luo Muye said, “Master, is this your last will?”

Chen Ming laughed, “As if! Your Master won’t die so easily.”

“But Master, this is just like a last will.”

“I’m not dead yet and I forbid you from crying. Do it after I’m gone!”

Luo Muye lowered hi head.

Chen Ming gave Luo Muye another look, Untold Tribulation is it? Mortal Tribulation is it? Your long-awaited calls for the grand boss to make his entrance will be answered. I have entered the stage!

Chen Ming flew on Sacred Mountain and walked through the entrance.

Luo Muye watched him with resolve, “I cannot cry, Master isn’t dead. I must laugh, laugh hard, ha-ha-ha!”

Many rumors roamed the Galaxy. For example, regarding the mystical and all-powerful Star Dragon Crown Prince who vanished many years ago.

“Is Star Dragon Crown Prince afraid? That’s why he never appeared?”

“Can’t be. Ninth Crown Prince isn’t even his match.”

“What is going on with that offender? It’s been so long yet he never showed his face.”

Today was the day Star Dragon Crown Prince re-entered Sacred Mountain.

Fiends were shaken and Bey Junwu watched with surprise to find Chen Ming there, “That blade looks familiar.”

Daoist Qing sat next to him. He used his close connection with Star Dragon Crown Prince to reach the top, “Humph, His Highness is unmatched in power. He never cowed!”

Bey Junwu’s eyes trembled, “That’s the fiend blade Veiled Water!”

Qing Long was puzzled, “What’s that?”

“Damn it! How did the Hidden Emperor get his hands on it?”

Qing Long was stupefied, “What fiend blade? Aren’t we all fiends? For Hidden Emperor to carry a fiend blade, it couldn’t be more fitting!”

Bey Junwu shot to his feet as he roared, “Heavens! This is a disaster!”

Qing Long was left in the dark, “What disaster? Speak clearly!”

In the Heavenly Dao Sanctuary, the old Daoist laughed, “The Untold Tribulation begins.”

Chen Ming gazed forward. His thinking was simple, insta-kill a genius and let deterrence do the rest.

He didn’t feel like concealing his identity by relying on Star Dragon Crown Prince’s status to reach the Sky-crossing Bridge. This would make the others think his power wasn’t adequate. And since he hid his identity, everyone would be upon him like wolves.

No, no, no, this was not what Chen Ming wanted. When a grand boss entered the stage he was dauntless, unshaken, resolute. He wanted to tell everyone, Chen Ming was here to pass the tribulation.

As for his Blades, they knew who he was a long time ago. Nothing was holding him back now.

Chen Ming stood at the entrance as he shouted, “I, Yan Mountain Mountain Lord, Chen Ming, came to pass the tribulation!”

All eyes whisked on him, “Is Star Dragon Crown Prince out of his mind?”

“He’s the offender?”

“Nah, he must’ve gone crazy.”

The sky above the Sacred Mountain turned blood-red, as red began pouring down on the world.

Everything changed, all was beyond normal. It was a clear sign the offender was here.

The Sacred Mountain was dyed in shades of red, filled with killing intent.

The Earth Immortals watched Chen Ming, “It’s him! He’s the offender! He’s no Star Dragon Crown Prince, he’s Yan Mountain Mountain Lord, Chen Ming!”

“Kill him!”

“Tell the geniuses!”

“Star Dragon Crown Prince is the offender, no, he’s no Star Dragon, he is Yan Mountain Mountain Lord, Chen Ming!”

“Get all geniuses here to kill him!”

Chen Ming observed the commotion, “Oh, since the tribulation started, then I shall see who in this world can take me.”