Chapter 152 Master of the Star Pavilion

The little turtle looked up at the sky with a melancholic gaze.

He was the very first spiritual entity of the Sea of Stars. Back when he was first born, the Sea of Stars did not look like this. The Nine Saints were a completely different group of individuals, and the First Saint was not the Saint Hua.

He remembered that particular era when the mortal universe and the spiritual energy universe merged into one.

Countless people were struck with wonder, stepping into another realm with boundless curiosity, and soon after, the two cultivation systems collided, sparking intensely brilliant fireworks.

Following that, the Immeasurable Immortal Saint entered and took command of the firmament of the Sea of Stars, sweeping across the Nine Saints with an overpowering momentum, and ultimately issuing a supreme decree in an attempt to transform a thousand realms through the Dao of Immortality.

The Emperors of the Ten Realms were all filled with fury.

Fortunately, the spiritual energy universe of that era also produced an extraordinary existence.

The Immortal Lord of the Sea of Flowers, Lady Wen.

Her power of prayer was miraculous to the extreme at that time. Upon learning of the matter, she prayed for the cosmos to live in harmony and not to provoke conflicts, and the very next day, the Immeasurable Immortal fell from the heavens...

Both universes were thrown into an uproar.

The Immeasurable Immortal had surpassed the predecessors of the Immortal Dao, hailed as the premier immortal saint since the curtain fell on the ancient immortal era. He even debated the Dao across the Sea of Stars, defeating the nine saints of that era one by one with supreme immortal techniques.

Who would have thought that right after Lady Wen's prayer, a sword beam descended from the sky, sending this invincible immortal saint onto the path of reincarnation and striking terror into the hearts of the kings of the Immortal Domain.

The Sea of Flowers became the premier holy land for a time.

Yet the little turtle knew that it was not the power of prayer!

He had once surfaced from the water and witnessed that battle with his own eyes. Bai Shangbei, battered and wounded, with robes fluttering and as white as snow, coughed up blood while swinging a single sword.

He would never forget that dazzling instant when the snow-white sword beam descended from the heavens.

The world seemed to plunge into an eternal silence.

As the Immeasurable Immortal drew his last breath, he smiled bitterly and desolate, looking at Bai Shangbei, and spat out four words: "Mortals Slaying Immortals."

In fact, the little turtle was also a victim.

Aside from leaving an immensely deep impression in his memory, that sword strike back then split the vast firmament of the Sea of Stars in two, causing countless spiritual creatures and great demons to perish.

The aftermath of the sword Qi spread outward, and before the little turtle could dodge in time, a trace of foundational injury was left within his body, requiring him to recuperate for a very long time before fully recovering.

Even though such a peerless talent had injured his foundation, the little turtle harbored no resentment, because this person stood far too high, representing an ultimate peak of the cultivation realm that commanded nothing but awe.

"Sigh..."

The little turtle let out a profound and drawn-out sigh.

...

In the fairy clouds of the inner sea, beneath a cloudless blue sky, the Heavenly Monument left behind by the Saint of Memories stood tall. At this moment, it was no longer blank, having names carved upon it one by one. Hundreds of thousands of cultivators moved to and fro, engraving their own names upon it.

"Big Brother Feng Shang, can we really fish out a Sea-Mountain Spirit?"

Little Huang's hair was crystal-clear and silky, her eyes bright and dark. She had been holding the fishing rod for quite a while, while the little silver pig dozed on her lap, unwilling to move even a muscle.

"Yes, we can!"

Feng Shang replied with certainty. For a fleeting split-second, he flicked a finger toward the fishing rod in her hand, channeling a portion of his "something from nothing" Qi into her line, which plunged down the crystal thread into the Sea of Stars.

"Big Brother Feng Shang, then why haven't you fished out a Sea-Mountain Spirit yet? Look at that Big Brother Ye Jiushang, he has already surged to fourth place on the Heavenly Monument!" Little Huang asked with doubt.

"Hehe."

Feng Shang smiled gently, glanced at the rankings on the Heavenly Monument, and said indifferently, "A competition like this isn't won at the starting line, but at the turning point. Leading on the path ahead is merely a momentary joy, whereas a counterattack happens in the blink of an eye!"

"Mmm."

Little Huang nodded, looking like she understood yet still slightly confused.

She still glanced back at the Heavenly Monument.

Big Brother Feng Shang hadn't fished up a single Sea-Mountain Spirit yet, while the scores of the top ten kept skyrocketing and climbing. Could they really catch up in time?

First Place: Palace Master Xinglang, 5,500

Second Place: Son of Heaven, 2,900

Third Place: Divine Lord Ziwei, 2,800

Fourth Place: Ye Jiushang, 2,700

Fifth Place: Divine Lord Yanglang, 2,200

Sixth Place: Baili Qianxing, 1,900

Seventh Place: Divine Lord Tai'e, 1,400

Eighth Place: Wang Wushuang, 1,300

Ninth Place: The Ten Outstanding, 1,200

Tenth Place: Divine Lord Cangwu, 1,000

...

Apart from Ye Jiushang, Feng Shang didn't recognize a single name in the top ten of the Heavenly Monument. Furthermore, aside from the younger generation, quite a few master-level cultivators had also joined in.

Clearly, the rewards offered by the Saint of Memories were so powerful that even Divine Lords found them difficult to resist, prompting them to cast aside their pride and contend with the hundreds of thousands of cultivators across the Sea of Stars.

"Good heavens, this is terrifying! How long has it been, and a score of 5,500 has already appeared!"

"Palace Master Xinglang, she really has no shame! As one of the four palace masters of the Heavenly God Sect, she has already half-stepped into the realm of saints, yet she is still competing with us!"

"How are we supposed to compete with this? How?"

"Shameless! Do Divine Lords even want faces anymore?"

Within just these two hours, the angling cultivators transitioned from high spirits to immense pressure, and finally to complete despair, watching hysterically as the rankings skyrocketed.

"Hehehe..."

From a ten-thousand-zhang fairy cloud high in the sky, a woman's enchanting laughter drifted down.

Though the laughter sounded bewitching and alluring enough to make one's bones tingle, it concealed a fatal undertone that was impossible to ignore.

The woman gracefully held her fishing rod. Her skin was white as snow, reflecting a spiritual radiance, and her delicate flesh rivaled even that of an infant. That pair of frost-defying, snow-white lotus-root arms alone possessed boundless allure.

Her gaze, brimming with interest, landed on the group of despairing cultivators down below in the Sea of Stars.

This was a face that could easily stir deep impulses in any man.

Her beautiful eyes were slender, her features exquisitely crafted, possessing both the moving, ethereal spirit of an elf and the aloof, high-and-mighty aura of a goddess lord. Her figure was as searing as a devil's, with astonishing curves undulating sharply beneath her slender neck and graceful waist.

A peerless elegance, casting a slender shadow, enough to make all women jealous of the Creator's favoritism.

"Yaoyao, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

On the ten-thousand-zhang fairy cloud, there were also two cultivators, a man and a woman, standing respectfully to the side. At this moment, the male cultivator spoke with a smile, looking at her with undisguised adoration in his eyes.

"Inappropriate?" the female palace master asked craftily.

"I'm afraid your reputation will be tarnished. Those good-for-nothings down below are cursing you, and just listening to it makes my blood boil!"

The male cultivator's face displayed intense displeasure, enraged that the goddess in his heart was being discussed by a bunch of nobodies, and he looked as though he wanted to go down and deal with them immediately. Inadvertently, the aura of ten divine whirlpools emanated from the male cultivator.

The female palace master bit her lip and smiled slightly.

"I'm making them unhappy, so it's only right for them to vent their frustrations with words. Besides, the three treasures of the Saint of Memories were clearly meant for the younger generation. By joining in, I am indeed acting a bit clueless. Hun Tian, don't you think so?"

The male cultivator scratched his head, at a loss for words.

"Oh, it's a top-tier Sea-Mountain Spirit. Talk about fortune smiling upon me. I just wanted to go out for a stroll today because it was too quiet, and I never expected to stumble upon something so interesting. How fun."

The female palace master smiled faintly and gently lifted her fishing rod.

A divine beast Bai Ze, entirely white and dozens of zhang long, was restrained by the female palace master's half-saint power, leaving it with no choice but to stare wide-eyed, completely unable to resist.

At the same time, on the first line of the Heavenly Monument, the score belonging to the female palace master instantly surged, climbing to 55,500.