Star Trace Gate

Chapter 819: All 9 Meridians Opened, Revealing the Light of the World

The towering fruit was like a ball of brilliant divine light, and was sucked into Chu Jin's stomach in one gulp.

His obsession was too deep, almost to the point of being possessed by a demon, and he ignored the warnings of the Word of Heaven and swallowed the Cangtian Fruit with his fourth-grade state.

As the divine fruit entered his stomach, a strong, refreshing fragrance filled the imperial tomb, surging outwards into the human world. The millions of spectators in the world, not knowing whether they were hallucinating or truly affected by the fragrance, all felt a sense of clarity of mind and a sense of comfort and lightness in their bodies.

On the high platform, Chu Jin, who had forcefully swallowed the canopy fruit, had a body that had become extremely white and transparent. He looked like a sculpture carved out of a crystal clear jade. The star core in his abdomen, like the blazing sun, had also become several times brighter than before.

The most important thing is that his spiritual power increased dramatically, just like a weak stream that suddenly took on the water from the lake and the sea, and in an instant it became a vast ocean, covering the sky and the earth.

Chu Jin floated in mid-air, feeling that every blade of grass, every speck of sand, and every speck of dust within the Emperor's tomb could be clearly captured by his surging spiritual power. He could even sense the location of the Emperor's true place of rest—the Guichen Dojo—hidden within.

The way of the physical body is to cultivate the body assiduously, break the shackles in one extreme situation after another, and try to reach the pinnacle of the great Dao with the power of the physical body and blood; while for those who practice the world's divine methods, whether they are powerful or not depends on the hard work of cultivating the power of the soul and the star core in the abdomen.

The larger the star core in the belly, the tougher and harder it is, the deeper the accumulated spiritual energy will be, it will not be easy to be exhausted in battle, and all the laws will not be dispersed; and the strength of the soul can make people's spiritual thoughts perceive the vastness and endlessness, radiate more widely, and more easily see through all things in the world, perceive the laws of heaven and earth, anticipate the enemy, and comprehend the origin of the way of the divine law, so that it has the power to destroy the world when it is evolved.

This towering fruit made Chu Jin, who had already reached the highest peak of the fourth grade, feel like he was about to transcend and become an immortal.

He broke free from the shackles once again, and when he suddenly looked up, his eyes were burning with passion, and he said softly, "Is this... my future?!"

"boom!"

The roar of the avenue resounded, and Chu Jin, whose body was almost illusory and transparent, actually exuded the aura of the soul of the fifth level of great perfection at this moment.

"what!!!"

He clenched his fists, looked at the Five Cities of Xianlan from afar, and roared with his hair flying. Then, in a voice full of rebellion and a hint of hatred, he said: "Master, look, I am the seed that you chose in your later years and carefully nurtured. I am shining here today. Maybe it will satisfy you?!"

The shouts were loud and people were talking about it, but they didn't understand what Chu Jin meant. They were just shocked and thought that he was excitedly expressing his deep respect and gratitude to his master.

Outside Xingshan, on the central Guanlong Terrace, Wuchen sat cross-legged on the high platform with an air of immortality. When his old eyes looked at Chu Jin, a flash of surprise flashed through them. Then he responded, "The light of Chu Jin, after me, can ensure the peace and prosperity of the five cities of Xianlan for three hundred years."

The magnificent sound of response resounded throughout the five cities. Above the Dao Palace on the fairy mountain, the aura suddenly rose and rolled straight into the sky, as if responding to the words of peace and prosperity.

On the high platform, Chu Jin raised his arms, pointed his finger towards the sky and said, "Since there is no way out, I will ignite my Yang body, open the Nine Meridians of Immortal Light, and achieve the eternal and unique name!"

"boom!"

Pointing his fingers towards the sky, Chu Jin completely stabilized his spiritual aura of the fifth-grade great perfection at this moment. The ninth pulse of immortal light shot up to the top, it was the color of the scorching sun, emitting a terrifying and burning pressure.

"Fifth Rank... He opened the Nine Meridians of Immortal Light and entered the fifth rank?!"

Ren Ye, who had been in a trance, suddenly opened his eyes, his heart extremely confused: "Fuck, heaven...where is the way of heaven?!"

Outside the ring, the young marquis suddenly woke up and blinked, saying, "This thousand-year-old second brother is really something!"

There was an uproar in Chaolong City.

An ancient sect immortal master carefully "visualized" Chu Jin's state and said in disbelief: "Why can he enter the fifth rank? This is not in line with the laws of heaven?!"

"There are too many secrets hidden in Chu Jin, and even I don't know them all." The leader of the ancient sect shook his head slightly.

"Chu Jin's strength today is enough to defeat any fifth-grade immortal master in Jiuli. I really didn't expect that the younger generation has grown to this point. Is our era... finally coming to an end?" Someone sighed unconsciously.

"This boy has a sinister look in his eyes, has been hiding his true abilities for a long time, and is quite scheming. He doesn't have the carefree nature of the young marquis of Dongdeng Mansion."

"...!"

In front of the Renjian Inn, Brother Hu was also dumbfounded as he sensed Chu Jin's condition. His inner rage was boiling as he roared in indignation, "Is this fucking fair?! The Emperor's Tomb and the Return to Dust Arena are both fourth-grade secret realms, and should have been suppressed by the Heavenly Dao... Even if a fifth-grade cultivator entered the arena, they could only evolve the myriad divine arts of the super-grade realm. But... Chu Jin's spiritual power is soaring and surging, emitting the aura of a true fifth-grade Great Perfection... Isn't this bullying an honest person?!"

"Yes, he is one level higher than my brother!" Qingning, who had been very relaxed before, couldn't help showing a worried look at this moment.

"Don't panic." Li Yan raised his hand and said, "Think carefully, is your King Huai really honest?! In this imperial tomb, all blood callers have their own opportunities. Since the heavens have tacitly approved... then it means that Chu Jin's opening of the Nine Veins of Immortal Light today is not beyond the scope."

On the high platform, Ren Ye looked at Chu Jin in mid-air, and the confused feeling in his heart had disappeared.

Just as Li Yan said, those blood guides who made it to the end of the emperor's tomb were all those who had received great opportunities.

This opportunity was gained from the Emperor's Tomb, and it can be used in the Emperor's Tomb. This was also the case with Ren Ye's realization of the true meaning of the Imperial Ultimate, and the same was true when the young marquis concentrated his mind on the ominous mirror.

That towering fruit was the great opportunity Chu Jin obtained in this tomb, and the way of heaven would naturally not suppress it.

Ren Ye looked at Chu Jin, who was shrouded in all kinds of strange visions above the sky. His eyes gradually regained their calmness, and his body suddenly burst out with endless fighting spirit.

He had entered into a state of meditation earlier, firstly to wait for Chu Jin to raise his aura to its peak, so that the fateful battle that had been rumored for a long time among the Jiuli people could take place in an extremely fair manner.

Chu Jin wanted to become the protagonist standing between heaven and earth today, to prove that he was the only one. And he also wanted to say to the Heavenly Dao and the Dao rhyme that was about to dissipate outside the Emperor's Guichen Daochang that you have chosen the right person.

Who else but me can bear the heavy responsibility of the emperor's teachings?

Secondly, he was also trying his best to capture that mysterious state of mind, wanting to trigger the true meaning of the Emperor and decide the outcome with one sword.

But unfortunately, he had just touched upon that state of mind three hours ago, and with one sword he extinguished the young marquis's murderous aura. The artistic conception in his heart was completely drained away and returned to calm, like a fragment floating in the chaotic void, difficult to capture and difficult to condense.

Even under the urgent perception, he felt a painful feeling that his soul was about to collapse.

...Rank Five?!

Ren also looked straight at the sky, his fighting spirit surging. He raised his hand and summoned the Human Emperor Sword.

Thousands of rays of light surged through his palms. He focused his mind and said, "So what if it's a fifth-grade one?!"

Above the sky, Chu Jin looked down at Ren Ye and roared, "Descendant of the Ancient Emperor, ascend to the sky for a fight!"

"Come!"

The sound of response echoed for a long time.

"boom!"

Ren also drew his sword and stood up, his body disappearing from the platform in an instant.

When his figure condensed again, the eight phantoms of cranes in the sky were all chopped into pieces by one sword.

"Puff puff……!"

The sword light did not dissipate, crossing the void, and under the observation of the Holy Eye, it went straight to Chu Jin's weakness to kill him.

"Ong!"

Chu Jin saw the sword light coming at him, but he was neither hurried nor slow. He just gently hooked his right hand and said loudly: "Shine my infinite pearl!"

"brush!"

As soon as the words came out, the mark of a round ancient bead appeared between Chu Jin's eyebrows, emitting an extremely vast and majestic aura.

That was his second treasure, or rather half of his treasure - the Infinite Pearl.

This artifact was refined by the Great Emperor in his later years, used to suppress ominous conditions and cleanse the purest and most brilliant spirits of the ancestors of the eighty-one clans. Therefore, its aura is extremely chaotic. However, the spirits stored within are as pure as the water of a heavenly lake, untainted by a speck of dust and free of any sinister aura. This is completely different from the Infinite Vase, which houses the resentful and violent spirits of the heroes.

The Infinite Pearl, shining from between Chu Jin's eyebrows, radiates the light of a heroic soul, holy and flawless.

According to legend, this item can revive the dying soul and help it live forever, but it cannot bring life back to the old body.

"Descendant of the Ancient Emperor, today I will let the world see: is your Human Emperor Sword, which carries the weight of the Ancient Emperor's territory, more important, or is my Fulong Immortal Light more important!"

There was no kindness or hesitation in Chu Jin's eyes anymore. What was left was only a burning passion and stubbornness that was almost insane.

"boom!"

He suddenly raised his right arm, condensed his sword finger, activated the infinite bead between his eyebrows, and tried his best to urge the vast and boundless heroic spirit to continuously pour into the immortal light above his head.

"Ong!"

That ray of immortal light was blessed by the explosive power of the soul of the ginseng fruit, and was infused with the spirit of the hero, and was instantly urged to the peak state.

Chu Jin suddenly swung his arm, controlling the immortal light from a distance, and shouted, "Fall!"

In an instant, immortal light surged down from the sky; Ren also jumped up from the stage and raised his sword to the sky.

"Boom!"

The sword and the immortal light collided, and the explosion sounded like thunder in the sky.

In mid-air, Ren Ye, whose physical body had already reached the fourth level and who had few rivals in the same realm among humans, and whose sword possessed the strength of a county, unexpectedly stopped both his physical body and the sword light at the moment when the immortal light fell, and could not move forward even half a step.

This...this immortal light is so heavy, it can actually compete with the Human Emperor Sword?

He didn't know that it was stated in the Twelve Scriptures of the Xianlan Sect that when each of these immortal rays was urged to the extreme, it would possess the power to subdue a dragon, which was comparable to the weight of an underground river in the Jiuli human world and could crush thousands of divine arts.

Today, Chu Jin activated the Infinite Pearl and swallowed the Cangtian Fruit, and he has already activated all nine veins of his immortal light to the extreme.

Chu Jin spread out his five fingers, pressed them down suddenly, and roared, "You only have one sword, while I have all nine rays! Heir of the Ancient Emperor, you shouldn't have come to Jiuli...!"

"boom!"

Another ray of immortal light fell.

"Ong!"

Ren also had an idea, and he prepared to guide the energy into the sword, shatter the immortal light, and ascend to the sky.

"Boom!"

At this moment, the precious Xiangguo Bell hanging above Chu Jin's head rang slowly.

The sound of the ancient bell seemed to come from eternity, containing the teachings of Buddhism, and seemed to be able to liberate all the spirits in the world.

In mid-air, Ren felt his soul tremble at the sound of the ancient bell, as if he saw a magnificent ancient temple where the supreme Buddha was preaching, which could calm people's minds and make his heart peaceful.

Unconsciously, the fighting spirit that surged in his heart receded like the tide, and the light of the Human Emperor Sword in his hand also dimmed. It seemed that he had entered a state of mind of not fighting or killing, and his expression was full of a state of seeing Buddha and converting to Buddhism.

The moment the bell rang, Chu Jin, who was controlling this treasure, also saw the past during the echo of the bell.

On the mist-shrouded fairy mountain, outside the solemn and majestic Taoist Palace, in a remote and deserted dark place, a dozen Taoist children around ten years old were punching and kicking a thin child with a frightened and nervous look.

The blood from his mouth and nose stained the overly large Taoist robe. The six-year-old child desperately protected his head, aggrieved and frightened, begging for mercy, "Why...why did you hit me?!"