The Legend of the Great Saint: Start from the Sign-in at Mount Tai

Chapter 478 My name is Guan Cheng
[Ding! Host has checked in at the Ancient Human Road, Fallen Saint Island. Host has obtained a Blood Battle Arena, which has been stored in Host's Chaos Pearl!]

When the bell rang signaling the end of the trial, Lu Zhou was checking in at the fiftieth district of the central forbidden zone of Fallen Saint Island.

This also meets the conditions for him to sign in.

A blood-red arena appeared in Lu Zhou's palm.

That was the battlefield where he signed in.

Before long, he understood the purpose of the Blood Battle Arena.

It was similar to the blood-red battlefield where he had just cleared the ten-zhang blood pool not long ago.

This blood-red battlefield offers those who enter a chance to fight against themselves, allowing them to gain a clearer understanding of their own strengths and weaknesses.

In the original novel, Ye Fan and Long Ma once stepped into this blood-red battlefield for trials.

Lu Zhou was signing in at this bloodbath arena.

Once you step onto the Blood Battle Arena, it can instantly create an opponent that is exactly the same as you, and fight against you.

Its function is similar to the bloody battlefield in this forbidden zone.

However, it is not a one-time use item. Each living being can use it once a month to take the stage and fight against itself.

The spiritual imprint left in this ten-zhang-deep blood pool said that besides the enemy, he himself was the most powerful opponent.

Lu Zhou was very familiar with fighting to the death with himself.

Not to mention that when he underwent the great tribulation to become a saint a few years ago, another version of himself was imprinted in the heavenly tribulation, which became his tribulation punishment to test his Dao fruition.

Few people know that many, many years ago, after Lu Zhou had achieved some success in cultivating the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique.

He would often use the technique of "One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones" in his Wuji Daoist temple to create a Daoist body to fight against him.

He has always done so over the years.

There are no adversaries in the same realm who can fight him.

He then made himself his enemy.

This is one of the reasons why he can cultivate so quickly and always solidify his cultivation foundation so thoroughly.

"The effectiveness of this Blood Battle Arena has given me a pleasant surprise!"

Lu Zhou studied the battle platform in his hand, and the more he studied it, the more surprised and delighted he became.

"Every time I use the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique to create a Dao body to fight me, it will consume my own essence, energy, and spirit to some extent. I need to spend a certain amount of time and spiritual medicine to recuperate and replenish my own essence, energy, and spirit!"

"Neither the 'me' branded by the Heavenly Tribulation nor this blood-red battlefield before us are common occurrences!"

"The other 'me' they imprinted, as of now, is not as real as the battle-accompanying body I evolved using the One Qi Transforms into Three Pure Ones technique!"

"Moreover, this Blood Battle Arena can not only be used by me, but also by the Dragon Girl or Little Peng King!"

"This is a supreme treasure of the Daoist tradition that can be included in the foundation of our heritage!"

Lu Zhou smiled and put away the Blood Battle Platform.

He looked up and gazed at the ten-zhang-deep pool of blood in front of him.

Before long, his Holy Spirit Dragon, along with Kane and Little Peng King, and their mounts, also cleared the Ten-Zhang Blood Pool.

Like Lu Zhou, they all looked miserable.

Even those who possessed healing magic were in a rather disheveled state at this moment.

It is easy to imagine the brutality of their previous trials on the blood-red battlefield.

The bells signaling the exit from the training grounds have been ringing for some time now.

They did not linger there any longer.

They found a lake at random, quickly cleaned themselves up, and then rushed towards the nearest exit of the trial area.

The commotion was earth-shattering, as if ten thousand heavenly soldiers were setting out.

When they finally left the trial area, they were immediately met with a barrage of gazes filled with various emotions.

At the same time, they also keenly sensed that the atmosphere on the scene seemed somewhat subtle.

"Overlords, you've finally come out!"

"I knew it! This mere training ground wouldn't be a challenge for you."

It was the female cultivator who had evolved into a little fangirl of Lu Zhou who spoke up excitedly.

She is very lively and loves to laugh; when she laughs, her eyes crinkle into crescents!

Lu Zhou smiled and nodded at her.

At the same time, he also received a telepathic message from the female cultivator.

The female cultivator told Lu Zhou about what had happened there earlier.

Lu Zhou's mind raced, and he finally understood why the atmosphere here was so subtle.

He laughed it off, ignoring all that, and led Kane and Little Peng King to an area to wait for the main force to return to the first level.

Before long, they saw the soldiers' commander take out a token and throw it at Cang Yu.

A soft, holy light shone down from the token, enveloping the entire Isle of Fallen Saints.

Before long, they heard the soldiers' commander say...

"All surviving trial participants have emerged. I hereby declare this trial over!"

As soon as the words were spoken, the eyes of some of the trial participants immediately dimmed.

Their hopes ultimately vanished like a bubble.

Some people are deceiving themselves, forcing themselves not to accept certain outcomes they had previously heard.

They hoped that one of those who had challenged the powerful immortal would survive, even if it was just one.

This could also indirectly, in some way, break the incredible record of the Overlord Immortal's group.

Unfortunately, self-deception is still self-deception.

Now everything has settled down.

Lu Zhou and his group were among the last wave of survivors to leave the trial grounds.

Someone looked around and quickly came to a conclusion.

Twelve days ago, a total of 138 people broke into Fallen Saint Island to undergo trials.

Twelve days later, only eighty-one people remained alive after leaving the trial grounds!
Fifty-seven people perished.

Of the fifty-odd people who perished, twenty-seven were confirmed to have died at the hands of Kane and the Golden-Winged Roc King.

No one knows whether any of the remaining thirty who perished were actually killed by their gang.

Regardless, in just one trial, nearly half of the participants died at the hands of the Overlord Immortal's group. This result truly shocked the nerves and Dao hearts of many present.

After everyone returned to the first level with the soldiers' commander, the news about the trial and the events that occurred there spread quickly throughout the first level, as expected.

Instantly.

The first stage became increasingly noisy.

An uproar arose one after another.

Many people in the first level did not expect that even the followers of the Overlord Immortal would be so incredibly powerful.
really!

Sure enough, many people heard this explosive news.

They instinctively let out gasps of surprise.

How strong is he?

Just how strong is the Overlord Immortal?

"Could he really be compared to the Fairy Maiden, Emperor Tian, ​​and the Great Demon God?"

"Could it be that I've witnessed another young emperor rising to power?"

There was a "dang" sound.

A wine jug was overturned in the restaurant.

One man was drunk and his eyes were blurry, and he looked defeated.

He was one of the people who successfully completed the trials on Fallen Saint Island in the same batch as Ba Xian.

In his hometown, he once dominated his peers and swept through the land, undefeated in his realm.

Like a blazing sun, it shines upon the world and has many fans, but it has also been a nightmare for many.

He was a man of great talent and unparalleled spirit. When he embarked on the ancient road for trials and bid farewell to his beloved woman, he promised her that when he became emperor, he would marry her in grand style, with the most brilliant star in the universe as his crown.

At this moment, he was exhausted and wanted to get drunk, speaking in a self-deprecating tone with a thick tongue.

"Nobody knows just how strong he really is!"

"Throughout the entire trial, not a single person ever saw him make a move!"

"His followers alone, and the holy dragon beneath him, are enough to clear away all obstacles in his trials."

"laugh"

He scoffed!
Laugh at himself!

"I am no match for even his followers."

"How can I possibly compete with someone like that for the path to the throne?"

In the restaurant, many eyes were fixed on him.

Meanwhile, for various reasons, he was by no means the only person who came here to drown his sorrows.

His words seemed to resonate with some people in the restaurant.

Then they saw yet another participant, seemingly also discouraged, drowning his sorrows in alcohol during the trial.

He suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha"

"What Imperial Road?"

"What prodigy?"

"What do you mean by 'unrivaled in the world'?"

"You'll never know what it means to be outmatched, to have a world beyond your reach, until you've walked this path yourself."

"If you don't know yourself, you are nothing!"

"I'm just someone who stands out in a small pond!"

"When one day, a raging flood swept in, carrying me from that small pond into a large lake, I realized that I had always been like a frog in a well, with a limited view of the sky."

"Hahaha"

He stood up unsteadily, then tilted his head back and poured the entire jar of wine he was carrying into his mouth.

Whether it was the alcohol or his tears, his face and clothes were soaked.
With a loud bang!
The wine jar slipped from his hands, fell to the ground, and shattered into pieces, just like his Dao heart, which had been broken by the blow.

Along the way, he encountered too many peers and those at the same level who were stronger than him.

The repeated blows had long since cracked his Dao heart!
"Ah"

"Hehe. Hahaha."

"Emperor Cheng... perhaps it was all just a beautiful dream I wove for myself all along!"

"Now, it's time to wake up from this dream."

He laughed, a laugh tinged with tears. He had once been full of vigor and ambition, but now he left everyone in the restaurant with a stumbling, broken silhouette.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, that figure looked desolate, as if all his energy had been drained away.

Nobody knows where he'll go next.

Perhaps it's a return to his old home?
Or perhaps they stayed in the city and were recruited by some families there, marrying women from their families.

Although he collapsed on the road, it must be said that anyone who made it this far must have been exceptionally talented.

They are very valuable to some small families and will be sought after.

Because if you marry into such a family, your offspring will likely be quite good, no matter what.

This situation is just a microcosm of the ancient road; he is not the only one, and it does not only occur in the first level.

Several days have passed, and Kane and his team have recovered from the damage they sustained while challenging the Crimson Battlefield.

Once again, a vast and ancient horn sounded in the city.

It was the guide from the First City who notified all the trial participants preparing to continue their journey: "You may set off again!"

The old street is weathered, but very clean.

'Rumble'

Wild beasts roared, their hooves thundering on the ancient cobblestones of the street, and a fierce aura swept over, like an army marching out.

All the trial participants, preparing to embark on their journey once again, were converging on the square located in the center of the ancient city.

It's clear that the number of people is much, much smaller than last time.

A gust of autumn wind swept by, leaving the ancient trees lining the street desolate, and leaves fell one by one, finally withering from the branches.

They fluttered in the wind, falling one after another, landing on the eaves, on the ancient street, and on the pedestrians.

Lu Zhou and the others also mounted their mounts and stepped onto the street, ready to set off again.

An unparalleled, majestic aura seemed to emanate from them, like a torrent of history sweeping across the land, crushing all obstacles in their path and giving everyone an overwhelming and invincible momentum.

As if by prior arrangement, the people walking on the ancient street moved to the sides of the street as they passed by, their faces showing various expressions as they stopped and stared.

Some young people, their hearts pounding with excitement, clenched their fists tightly. A tiny seed had unknowingly been planted in their hearts.

They hoped that one day they could also have such invincible power, believing that this was what made a great man and a hero.

There were also beautiful young girls standing in the pavilions by the street. They gazed at the figures of Ba Xian and his party, their cheeks flushed, their beautiful eyes sparkling, their hearts pounding like deer!

They fantasize that their future husbands will also ride dragons and unicorns, singing triumphantly and becoming invincible, admired by the world!
"Go away"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out from the street ahead, as someone galloped on horseback.

This attracted a lot of attention.

Even Lu Zhou and the others who were at the back looked up.

On the ancient street, a man walked alone in silence. He was very handsome, and it was not hard to imagine that he must have once been a valiant and powerful man.

But at this moment, he seemed to have lost his soul, his body etched with the marks of time, and he looked utterly defeated.

Upon seeing him like this, many people felt a sense of déjà vu.

There are far too many people like this on this path of trials.

"He must have been one of the trial participants who fell on this path; his Dao heart was shattered."

The one who yelled at the man to get out of the way was a burly man riding a magnificent, dappled horse, wielding a long spear, and speeding towards the city square, preparing to continue his trial journey.

The burly man noticed the group of Ba Xian far behind him, and pedestrians on the street made way for them as they passed by.

Jealousy tears people apart.

He was dissatisfied that there were people walking towards him from the front.

Although the person who looked like they had lost their soul probably didn't mean it.

But this still displeased the burly man with a full beard.

He glared at the man and yelled at him to get out of the way.

While shouting, he also raised the spear in his hand, seemingly intending to sweep away the person blocking his way and teach him a lesson.

"Danger! Danger! Danger!"

At that very moment, it seemed as if an instinctive sense of crisis within his body finally jolted Guan Cheng out of his dazed state.

His pupils contracted, and then his eyes immediately turned bright red, just like a rabbit's.

At the same time, his originally handsome face became somewhat distorted, filled with all sorts of emotions.

There was fear, lingering fear, and anger.
Finally, he transformed into a murderous monster, appearing as if he had gone mad.

That shout echoed throughout the entire street: "Get out of here!"
This scene is of riding a horse.
And then there's this last shot.
How familiar it was to Guan Cheng!

It became so familiar to him that it turned into a nightmare, tormenting him day and night for the past few years.

He will never forget that day a few years ago when a shout to get out of the way rang in his ears.

Before he could even react, a figure on horseback charged forward, piercing the ancient land of the second city with a single spear thrust, man and steed alike.

The man drew his gun, mounted his horse, and rode away without even glancing at him.

Perhaps he didn't even see what he looked like.

Or perhaps he had long forgotten how he once rode recklessly across the trial grounds of the Second City, raising his spear and piercing through a fellow trial participant who had unintentionally blocked his path.

He would never know the extent of the harm he caused that person.
Little did they know that the nightmare he inflicted on that person, tormenting them day and night, gradually twisted their originally pure and kind heart.

"Pfft."

That's the sound of a spear piercing deep into a person's body.

Guan Cheng moved, a long spear appeared in his hand, and with even greater speed, he pierced through the burly man who was about to attack him with a single thrust.

"what"

Screams rang out, and drops of blood, sparkling like agate, splattered across the streets of the ancient city.

The fallen leaves, still fluttering down, landed on the long street, stained with drops of blood.

Guan Cheng held a gun with one arm, his imposing figure towering high in the air.

'Xi Lu Lu'

The burly man's warhorse neighed and hooves lashed out at Guan Cheng, trying to save its master.

The result was that Guan Cheng's spear, which he had just withdrawn, smashed its entire body to pieces with a single blow.

With a 'bang'!
Without the support of the spear, the heavily injured man fell heavily to the ground, dazed and confused. Coupled with his already serious injuries, he quickly lost consciousness.

This scene was witnessed by everyone present.

The crowd was in an uproar.

They never expected that Guan Cheng, who was clearly a loser, would be so powerful.

With just one shot, a trial participant who was about to continue on the trial path was seriously injured and knocked unconscious.

What lies ahead?

Even someone as powerful as him fell on the road.

Many people have raised this question.

Guan Cheng did not look at the unconscious man again.

He ignored the various comments and looks directed at him from those around him.

He simply sheathed his spear and prepared to continue toward the city lord's mansion.

His Dao heart was already broken, and he knew that he had no hope of becoming an emperor!
He had already decided to end his trial.

He has no intention of returning to his homeland.

He, who was once extremely proud, would not allow himself to go back as a loser. He was afraid to face those who had high hopes for him.

He wants to escape.

Like many losers on this path, escaping to a place where no one knows you, perhaps it's safest to completely hide yourself away.

Perhaps this is one of the reasons why many losers choose to become city defenders.

Because the armor issued to the soldiers guarding the city was a set of armor that completely covered them, including their faces.

He chose to return to the first pass to become a city-guarding soldier.

Just as Guan Cheng lifted his foot, preparing to continue his journey to the City Lord's Mansion to report,

Suddenly, he looked up sharply, his pupils contracting once more.

A group of figures came into his view.

They rode on their war beasts and slowly approached him!

Guan Cheng felt as if an indescribably thick canopy of sky was crashing down on him, making it hard for him to breathe.

Guan Cheng's body was trembling uncontrollably.

In a daze, he seemed to see two figures overlapping, one exuding domineering aura, and the other like an immortal descending to earth.

Two different people, yet they both possess the same kind of temperament.

That aura is simply invincible!
‘That’s how it feels! ’

'It's this kind of invincible power that's so repulsive.'

'ah'

Guan Cheng wanted to shout and draw his spear again.

But he sadly discovered that at this moment, it seemed that all the strength in his body had been drained away.

Uncontrollable cold sweat instantly covered his entire body, soaking his clothes and hair.

He couldn't even open his mouth to utter a single syllable, let alone hold a spear.

At that moment, he was so weak that he didn't even have the strength to hold a gun or speak.

As Lu Zhou and his group drew closer, he felt increasingly breathless, and his body trembled more and more violently.

Deep inside him, it seemed as if another voice was roaring at him incessantly.

Run! Run, run fast!

Do you want to be shot and pinned to the ground in front of everyone again?

Guan Cheng did not want to withdraw.

I want to resist!
But his body was beyond his control, and he moved with great difficulty toward the edge of the ancient street.

When he finally took his first step back to the side of the street, he felt a sense of emptiness.

It was as if he had become a true walking corpse.

At the same time, he seemed to feel that he could finally start breathing again.

'tap tap tap'

The sound of animal hooves was soft and gentle as they trod on the long street paved with bluestone slabs.

But for Guan Cheng, these hoofbeats were no less than thunderclaps, continuously exploding in his heart and in his soul.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Lu Zhou and his group, who were about to pass him. His eyes, which had turned gray again, fell on Lu Zhou.

Just then, the hoofbeats stopped, and he saw Lu Zhou turn his head to look at him, sizing him up and down, with a look of interest on his face.

His gaze instinctively avoided Lu Zhou's eyes as he looked at him.

This made him feel even more sorrowful.

"Greetings, fellow Daoist. My name is Lu Zhou, and many people also like to call me the Overlord Immortal!"

"Would it be honorable for me to know your name, fellow Daoist?"

Lu Zhou's voice was gentle, without any haughty attitude. He always had a faint smile on his face, like a ray of warm sunshine flowing through people's hearts, making it easy for people to develop a liking for him.

Everyone nearby heard what he said to Guan Cheng.

Some people are curious as to why Ba Xian would suddenly become interested in a loser.

All eyes turned to Guan Cheng.

Guan Cheng, on the other hand, seemed to be in a daze again, trapped in his nightmare world.

He didn't respond to Ba Xian for a long time, and ignored the gazes directed at him from all around.

Everyone noticed that his eyes were lifeless and his lips were constantly opening and closing.

Those who were nearby could hear him muttering to himself.

"Overlord Immortal."

"Overlord."

Lu Zhou heard this too, and he thought he already had his answer.

This person was indeed Guan Cheng.

Lu Zhou shook his head, withdrew his gaze from Guan Cheng, and led Kane and the Golden-Winged Roc King, continuing to walk unhurriedly toward the central square.

Just as their figures were about to disappear at the end of the long street.

A loud roar came from behind them.

"My name is Guan Cheng!"

(End of this chapter)