The events at the Dragon Arena Dao Conference had already spread throughout the entire cultivation world of the Southern Dipper Region.
Many prodigies from powerful factions who hadn’t attended the conference rushed over upon hearing the news.
Some arrived cloaked in divine radiance, resembling gods walking the earth.
Others had lightning coursing over their bodies, exuding a destructive force.
There were even those who remained hidden in the void, unseen by anyone.
Their strength far surpassed that of Zhou Tong and his ilk, so they disdained to participate in the Dragon Arena Dao Conference.
In the Dragon Arena, Fang Ling continued to sit motionlessly before the Heavenly Dao Divine Stele, unaffected by the external environment.
The scene was so grand that even Rong Shan, the emperor of Great Zhou, emerged from the palace.
His appearance undoubtedly deterred some petty troublemakers who intended to disrupt Fang Ling’s enlightenment.
The Dragon Arena Dao Conference was a long-standing hallmark of Great Zhou, and the dynasty would not allow anyone to disrupt its order.
If Fang Ling were interrupted today, the reputation of the Great Zhou Dynasty would be tarnished, and the Dragon Arena Dao Conference would become a mere name.
Rong Shan was a powerful being who had transcended martial arts into the immortal realm. With him overseeing the event, no one dared to act rashly.
Time flowed on, and ten years passed in the blink of an eye.
Before the Heavenly Dao Divine Stele, a “mud figure” sat motionlessly.
This mud figure was none other than Fang Ling, who had been sitting there for ten years!
Initially, more and more people came to Great Zhou to witness his enlightenment at the Dragon Arena.
But as days turned into years, the crowd gradually dispersed.
Now, ten years later, no one remained near the Dragon Arena.
No one knew how much longer Fang Ling would sit before the Heavenly Dao Divine Stele.
However, various major factions had left spies near the palace to keep an eye on developments.
On this day, deep within the palace.
The Crown Prince of Great Zhou, Rong Chao, slowly emerged from his tightly sealed cultivation chamber.
He had been in seclusion for many years to prepare for Fang Ling.
He knew Fang Ling was his greatest enemy, so this time he entered a life-or-death seclusion.
He would either master the supreme Divine Power of Great Zhou or perish in the attempt.
The eunuch guarding the chamber door was overjoyed to see Rong Chao emerge alive and hurried to report to the emperor.
But before he could leave, Emperor Rong Shan had already arrived.
He had high hopes for Rong Chao and was relieved to see him emerge successfully.
“Chao’er, congratulations on mastering the Human Emperor Seal.”
“I only dared to cultivate this technique after becoming an immortal, but you managed it in the late Alioth Realm.”
“I must say, your emperor’s physique is a perfect match for our Rong family!” Rong Shan said with a smile.
Rong Chao replied humbly, “I must thank Father and Ancestor for giving me the last drop of Human Emperor Blood from the family treasury for my cultivation.”
“Without it, even with my emperor’s physique, I couldn’t have mastered this Divine Power at my current realm.”
“By the way, how long was I in seclusion this time?”
Rong Shan replied calmly, “Almost ten years!”
“So long? I thought it was only a few days…” Rong Chao laughed.
“In cultivation, time flies. It’s not surprising. My last seclusion lasted three hundred years, but it felt like only a few days to me,” Rong Shan said.
“Where is Ling Fang now?” Rong Chao asked again.
“And what technique did he comprehend back then?”
“Now that I’ve mastered the Human Emperor Seal, it’s time to challenge him.”
“If I delay any longer, it might harm my Dao heart.”
Rong Shan turned and looked towards the Dragon Arena, sighing lightly.
“He’s still comprehending the Dao at the Dragon Arena. He’s been sitting there for ten years…” he replied.
“What?” Rong Chao’s eyes widened in shock.
“That’s too unbelievable!”
“I remember Fairy Bai Ying from Tianyin Pavilion comprehended the Dao in about ten days and created her own celestial music.”
“And many years ago, Purple Bamboo Abbess created the Thousand-Handed Guanyin Divine Power in just half a month.”
“Ling Fang has been comprehending the Dao before the Divine Stele for ten years, this is simply…”
After mastering the Human Emperor Seal, Rong Chao thought he would be ready for a battle.
But hearing this news from his father, his heart sank, realizing the gravity of the situation.
Fang Ling had been comprehending the Dao for ten years, surely brewing an unparalleled Divine Power.
This Divine Power would likely surpass his Human Emperor Seal!
“In times of great contention, heroes emerge,” Rong Shan said, patting his shoulder.
“Your emperor’s physique must remain undefeated to continue its triumphant path, but…”
“Now there’s Ling Fang in your way, and in the future, there will be others.”
“Failure is not frightening; what’s frightening is not daring to try again after failure, unable to walk out of the shadow.”
“You are much better than your father. I hope that no matter what setbacks you encounter, you can always stand up again!”
Rong Chao looked towards the Dragon Arena and said solemnly, “I won’t let Father down.”
“Ling Fang, wake up soon!”
“Our battle has been delayed for ten years, I can’t wait any longer…”
At this moment, the weather suddenly changed!
The clear sky was instantly covered by dark clouds.
In the clouds, something seemed to be brewing, giving a sense of impending doom.
“Someone is crossing a tribulation?” Rong Shan frowned, pondering.
“No, there are no experts in the royal family planning to cross a tribulation recently…”
At this moment, the white-haired ancestor of the Rong family suddenly appeared beside them.
The two quickly bowed, “Greetings, Ancestor!”
The Rong family ancestor stroked his white beard, looking towards the Dragon Arena, muttering, “This celestial phenomenon is not a tribulation for someone to ascend to immortality, but a heavenly punishment for something that defies the Heavenly Dao.”
“Under a celestial tribulation, there’s still a ten percent chance of survival.”
“But a heavenly punishment is different; the chance of survival is less than one in ten thousand!”
“Heavenly punishment… this boy is in trouble.”
“What a pity! Defying the heavens too much leads to heavenly retribution, and no one can save him.”
Rong Chao frowned, “I hope he can survive.”
“He still owes me a battle; he can’t just die like this.”
“Even if I lose to him, it’s better than this battle ending without a result.”
The celestial phenomenon frightened many, but this was the royal city of Great Zhou.
With two immortals overseeing it, the people felt some fear but did not panic.
However, the spies from various factions who had been monitoring Fang Ling in the royal city for the past ten years immediately thought of him.
They quickly moved to positions where they could see the Dragon Arena, secretly observing.
In the Dragon Arena, golden lotuses of the Great Dao withered, turning into wisps of golden light and disappearing.
Fang Ling, who had been sitting for ten years, slowly opened his eyes.
He stood up, brushed off the dust on his body, and looked up at the sky.
“What’s going on?” he wondered, looking at the brewing tribulation in the clouds.
He could feel that this tribulation was aimed at him!
He looked around and saw no one, feeling even more puzzled.
“Where did everyone go?”
“There were so many people.”
His memory was still stuck ten years ago.
Although he had been comprehending the Dao at the Dragon Arena for ten years, it felt like less than an hour to him, as time flew by.
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