Chapter 799: Chapter 798: Twelve Heavenly Decrees
Qiuyuan Island.
On a mountainside.
A man in a green robe with a goatee was practicing his swordsmanship. His sword moved swiftly and slowly, creating countless red phantoms. Upon closer observation, one could discern that the rhythm of his sword coincided harmoniously with the surrounding environment.
The swing of his sword, the blowing of the wind, the convergence and dispersion of the clouds, the waving of the flowers and grass combined to form a serene and elegant scene that none would dare disturb.
After a long time.
The man in green stopped his movements.
As if a slow-motion movie regains its pace, the movements of the wind, the clouds, and the flora sped up significantly.
Some nearby onlookers with malicious intentions felt their heads tingle as they found their mental state in disarray, unable to return to the original pace.
Only then did they realize the terror of the man in green, and they did not even have time to flee.
"The power of forty-five strands of Heart Sword has significantly enhanced my swordsmanship."
Ignoring the surrounding people, the man in green reflected to himself with a satisfied smile.
Over the past year, he had traveled to many places and his Heart Sword’s power had dramatically increased from twenty-nine strands to forty-five strands. The resulting changes were unspeakable.
He used to pursue ultimate sword speed, intending to defeat his opponents before they could react. But now, he discovered the mysteries of slowness amidst the fast, entering a new world.
Slow is not a movement but a state, a realm. It is more difficult to understand and more profound than fast. It possesses the ability to influence the surroundings.
The current Shi Xiaole had just stepped into this door but had already sensed the immense potential of this path.
Besides his improvement in swordsmanship, Shi Xiaole’s cultivation had also caught up, smoothly progressing from the early stage of the Divine Barrier Realm fourth Tier to the middle stage.
As for the martial arts he practiced, he had achieved perfection.
Shi Xiaole was not sure about his actual strength, but he was confident that he could easily win even when facing the top Seventh Tier Earth Immortal.
"Rainbow Island opened yesterday. I should start moving and hope to find you."
Gazing into the distance, Shi Xiaole sheathed his sword. With one step, he arrived thousands of meters away. With the second step, he vanished.
...
Three days ago, brilliant rainbow light illuminated the West Sea Islands. Every moment, it drifted at a constant speed and gradually headed towards the deep sea.
Countless ships, like sharks smelling blood, converged on the rainbow light from all directions.
Between the ships were countless flying martial artists. Looking from above, they appeared like dense dots that filled the sea area.
"Rainbow Island is filled with great fortunes. It is also linked to Mirage City, one of the ten deadly places. It is the place for us, the mediocries, to transform. I am willing to stake everything on this!"
"I’ve wandered around the Martial World for fifty-six years, and I’ve accomplished nothing. There’s no need to persuade me anymore, I must enter. If I cannot achieve fame, what’s the point of my existence?"
Rainbow Island was the most mysterious and perilous secret place in the West Sea Islands, bar none. Ever since it suddenly appeared three hundred years ago, nobody had been able to explain its origin.
Rainbow Island appeared once every two years and lasted for half a month. According to legends, it was filled with unimaginable Fortunate Fate, capable of producing unparalleled experts. Regrettably, no one who had entered had ever come out.
Nevertheless, this did not stop the adventurers from the Martial World.
Some of them were ordinary and had modest talent, but they were unwilling to be mediocre for life. Even at the risk of losing their lives, they wanted to venture into Rainbow Island.
Others had reached a bottleneck and couldn’t bear to be surpassed. There were even those who simply wanted to die, treating Rainbow Island as their graveyard...
All in all, they had various reasons, which drove countless people to swarm here.
On a medium-sized ship stood a gaunt middle-aged man with a pale face but an imposing manner.
If Shi Xiaole were present, he would recognize that this person was none other than Demon Marquis, who had once stirred up trouble in the Eight Provinces, and later joined the Red Dragon Demon Palace.
In the previous Mountain Cang meeting, Demon Marquis had forced Shi Xiaole to use all his tricks. He could be deemed the number one martial artist in the Eight Provinces, aside from Shi Xiaole.
Indeed, he still held that title.
Ever since his defeat, Demon Marquis had devoted himself to practicing martial arts and made further progress. Although the strength of the Righteous Path in the Eight Provinces had risen unprecedentedly due to Shi Xiaole’s birthplace, only a few people from Red Dragon Demon Palace knew that the current Demon Marquis was even more powerful than Xue Changqing.
"Based on that description on that page, there is indeed a great opportunity on Rainbow Island. I cannot miss it."
Demon Marquis clenched his fist.
No one knew what kind of opportunities he had gained over the past two years. By merely following the usual course of practices, he could still become a prominent figure in the future.
But this was far from enough.
Because there was still an insurmountable figure leading the way. That person was called Shi Xiaole, or also known as Xie Xiaofeng.
Various past clues, as well as the disappearance of Xie Xiaofeng, allowed Demon Marquis to associate many things. His inherent pride couldn’t allow him to be manipulated.
Having made up his mind, Demon Marquis soared towards the rainbow light.
"Tsk tsk, it’s quite lively. Unfortunately, these commoners don’t recognize themselves and are destined to become cannon fodder."
On another ship, a young man with a strange appearance sneered disdainfully.
Zhou Ziheng beside him said: "You better be careful. Rainbow Island is unlike other places. For some informed forces, it is a must-contest territory."
"Don’t worry, the more masters and geniuses, the more thrilled I am, because sucking their vitality makes me even stronger!"
Puts down the cup, the mischievous young man laughs and rushes into the crowd.
"Rainbow Island, also known as Flying Immortal Island. Its disappearance signifies the world’s unrest and the beginning of the great era! According to the divination, it should be this time. I really don’t know which real dragon will get this unparalleled great chance?" (Chapter 355)
Zhou Ziheng takes a long breath, his chest still heaving violently, his eyes full of pathological heat.
On the table in front of him, he used wine to write fifteen characters, which are Zhang, Gao, Wen, Jun, Tang, Shi, Xuanyuan...
"Mr. Liu, do I really have to go?"
A thick-browed young boy in the loft of a pleasure boat asked uncertainly.
The man named Mr. Liu, who once scared Shui Lingping away with an array on Tiantai Cliff, and later killed two earth immortals of the Three Talents Association with strange poison in the South Sea, was Liu Niansheng.
Liu Niansheng laughed, "Little brother Wen, don’t you want to get the big sister back? I heard that she has suffered a lot and been bullied by the people of Hell Gate. Ah, that’s right, you like her, but there are plenty of beauties in the world. Why risk it all for one wilted flower?"
"Don’t insult my big sister!"
Wen Yuxing glared at Liu Niansheng. His still childish face showed a fierce look that could even make a tiger tremble. He said, "For my big sister, I’m willing to do anything. Isn’t it just Rainbow Island? I will come back!"
Having said that, he left without looking back.
Liu Niansheng’s smile faded, he muttered to himself: "Little brother Wen, this journey is fraught with danger. It’s your opportunity to rise from the ashes. It all depends on your fate."
"Brother Liu, you’re here too."
A voice suddenly came.
Reacting to the familiar energy, Liu Niansheng said: "Junior Brother Zhou, you seem unscathed. Judging by your tone, you have found the chosen one."
"Likewise. But in the end, there can only be one victor. Brother Liu, I won’t show you any mercy."
"That’s how it should be."
...
"Demon Lord, the master has instructed me to warn you, be careful."
The man was dressed in black, not ordinary black, but deep and ruthless black that mirrored his demeanor—an all-swallowing black hole, cold and powerful.
Looking at the kneeling person, he got up and his robes hung down to his waist. His stance was like a Monarch Overlooking the World. "Fifty years in hiding for this day. If I cannot take the lead and seize the first-mover advantage in this era, what’s the point of this life?"
"With your unparalleled talents and under your leadership, we will surely return in triumph!"
The kneeling men’s heads were even lower, and they chorused.
I will plaster every inch of the East Victory continent with the banner of the Infinite Demon Sea Sect!
Staring at the horizon, the man pledged silently.
...
"Shaomou, the so-called ’chosen ones’ are just a ridiculous lie made up by the mystics to fool the world. You don’t need to care about it. The real powerhouses have never believed in fate."
On an incredibly luxurious ship, a group of people were standing. Their airs were so heavy and terrifying that the space where they were seemed to be distorted. The speaker was an old man with disjointed eyebrows.
Across from the neglected old man, a slender young man with an extraordinary demeanor laughed, "Second grandpa, rest assured. I, Xiao Shaomou, do not believe in heaven, earth, but only in my own fist. Fate? It’s no greater than my fist!"
’Fate is beneath the fist’ Xiao Shaomou, the top prodigy of the Daxia Dynasty.
...
"Saintess, this trip to Rainbow Island is a preview of the future clash of the prodigies. The Sect Leader just wants you to have an early experience. But don’t expose yourself. Once in, you must follow me," a martial uncle warned her.
"Don’t worry, Sixth Martial Uncle. I am just going to learn what kind of demeanor they have."
A woman dressed in white with a white ribbon on her head, as beautiful as a fallen fairy, smiled and floated away with an old man. Strangely, no one could detect their presence near them.
...
"Young Master, it seems a lot of formidable opponents are coming."
"Hehe, there’s no need to worry. Under the same conditions and circumstances, there’s no reason for me, Su Yichen, to lose to anyone else!"
The young man was handsome and elegant, just like a pure moon. His eyes stared at a spot and his body appeared there, surpassing most people in a blink of an eye.
A group of fighters followed closely behind him, never leaving his side.
Every moment, countless people on the sea cast themselves into the colorful rainbow, whether resolute, expectant, high-spirited, or cold-hearted, men, women, old and young, informed or uninformed, covering all kinds.
...
Inside a small canopy boat, a monk and a Taoist sat opposite each other, while a wisp of incense smoke slowly rose from the censer on the small case between them.
"Amitabha, twelve chosen ones, I don’t know how many are here this time. Does Taoist Xuan Zhen have any brilliant ideas?" The monk, about sixty years old, with snow-white long eyebrows hanging to his earlobes, clasps his hands together and asks.
"To be honest, my martial uncle, Xuan Zhen, once used copper divination to calculate, but he almost got backlash for peeking at the secret of heaven. However, he once said that this opportunity is indeed important, but it’s not enough to make the balance of powers among the twelve chosen ones tilt, and it might expose themselves instead. So, many people and forces are still watching, they haven’t made their move."
The middle-aged Taoist expressed casually.
