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"It is said that when he broke free from his seal, the laws of the Golden Palace Ancestral Land resonated with him."

"Of all the prodigies from the twelve lineages of the Divine Race this time, he is ostensibly the leader."

"Heh, townspeople?" A human cultivator sneered, whether out of anger or amusement was unclear.

"Tuoba Town people? Who is this name meant to suppress?"

"I admit he's very strong! An ancient prodigy from the Eight Forbidden Realms, an eighth-generation descendant of the Great Emperor, with a bloodline that shakes the heavens and earth and suppressed an era—these titles are indeed impressive."

"Suppress people? Come to the Eastern Wilderness to suppress our human race? What arrogance! The cause and effect are settled; get ready to be beaten and settled, and you'll definitely be the first one to get beaten!"

"Hahaha……"

Those around couldn't help but laugh, and that's how the conversation started.

"But to be honest, according to reliable sources, each of the twelve imperial clans of the Divine Race has an ancient freak-like being who has appeared in the world, and each of them was a ruthless figure who swept across their respective eras!"

"So what? Our human race has plenty of people at that level!" One person said dismissively, and actually started counting.

"Human Emperor Body, Dao Embryo, Overlord Body, Taiyin Body, Zhou Tian Body, Primordial Saint Body, and that Chaos Body that has only appeared a few times."

"The extraordinary physical constitutions alone have all manifested in the world; has there ever been such a spectacle in history?"

He changed the subject: "Besides, among the human race, those with this level of combat power are not limited to those with special physiques!"

"You've all seen Yuan Qingwei from the Daoist sect. He's an ancient prodigy, no less than them!"

"Since the Taoist sect has allowed him to enter the world, how could the Buddhist sect, their old rival, possibly fall behind?"

"The Ascetic Temple." An old man next to him stroked his beard, as if he had thought of something.

"The first ancient temple of Buddhism, with an eternal lineage! Since the Taoist sect has awakened Yuan Qingwei in this world, it's impossible that the Buddhist sect hasn't made any moves!"

"It's just that Buddhist monks have been avoiding the world lately and are rarely seen. They might have arrived long ago and are probably hiding somewhere watching this spectacle."

"And there's the library," someone added, their tone carrying a deeper meaning.

"That old fool."

Upon hearing the mention of the book pavilion, the people around him were taken aback at first, and then they all showed expressions of "how could we have forgotten about him?"

If we were to rank the forces of the human race, the extreme forces would undoubtedly be the most powerful and influential, suppressing the eternal destiny of the human race!

Under the ultimate Tao, Confucianism, Buddhism, and Taoism are undoubtedly the leaders!

They each have their own characteristics; though not the ultimate path, they surpass it.

The "eternal second" mentioned earlier refers to the Book Pavilion.

They are called that because their ancestral heritage is called "The True Record of Ten Thousand Generations".

This special technique does not involve killing or physical training; it only does one thing: record.

He would meticulously inscribe the laws, supernatural powers, and fighting styles of those recorded into his own path, making them his own.

They can also learn from observing everything about the person being recorded.

The stronger the talent, the more detailed the records, and the closer the power it can bear is to the original self.

The successive generations of the Book Pavilion have spent their lives following in the footsteps of those they believe to be the strongest in the world.

Record their methods, document their strategies, and observe their battles.

This is why their combat strength will forever remain below that of those who are recorded.

This is the limitation of the cultivation method, and also the destiny of the Book Pavilion's inheritance.

"Who do you think will be recorded by the successor of the Library in this generation?" someone suddenly asked.

After a moment of silence, everyone started discussing it animatedly.

"Jin Wudao? He is the Emperor's own son. He may have already come a long way on the path of the Eight Forbidden Realms, and the Divine Forbidden Realm is in sight. In terms of combat power, he is one of the top ones in this era."

"The people of Tuoba Town are no slouch either; they're ancient oddities who suppressed an entire era."

"Where is that black dragon of the True Dragon Clan? A monstrous talent that appears only once every hundred thousand years, who can rival the power of a True Dragon?"

"What are you talking about!" an old man sneered, interrupting the crowd's speculation.

"The Book Pavilion is the lineage of our human race, established for eternity, and never records anything of other races!"

"From the mythological era to the present, the records of successive generations of the Book Pavilion have all described the strongest human race members."

"Huang Xi, Nuwa, Xuanyuan... all the great emperors, the Three Pure Ones, the World Honored One, the Confucian Sage... all the Heavenly Venerables."

"Which page has ever featured the names of foreign races? This is the rule of the library, and their pride! This life will be no exception!"

"Is there even a need to guess?" The first person to speak shrugged.

"Besides the Human Emperor Physique, which is an ancient physique comparable to the birth of an emperor, who else could it be?"

"From the Holy Son Ceremony until now, whenever the Human Emperor Body makes a move, Kong Shuyu, the successor of the Book Pavilion, never leaves his side."

"The records in this book pavilion clearly state that it is Feng Zhi, and he cannot escape."

He suddenly lowered his voice, his expression inscrutable: "Think about it, how much information has he kept for so long?"

"Don't let his frail appearance fool you; when it comes to fighting for his life, nobody knows how much power he can unleash."

The people around looked at each other, and then gasped in unison.

"So, that guy who's been keeping a low profile all this time is actually half of Feng Zhi in a real fight?"

"That's why he's called Wan Gu Lao Er (meaning 'Eternal Second')." The old man sighed.

"Looking at it this way, it seems that our human race is truly not inferior to the divine race in this lifetime." A cultivator from the Purple Mansion realm grinned.

"That's one way of putting it." A more composed middle-aged cultivator next to him shook his head, his tone somewhat solemn.

"But don't forget, the gods also have an emperor's son!"

"Although the Golden Palace Emperor's son, Jin Wudao, did not come this time, you have all heard of the legend of the Great Emperor's biological son."

"Having been personally trained by the Great Emperor, he has long been an Eight Forbidden Monster, and is on the verge of Godhood. He is a true young Great Emperor."

"Although our human race has produced many geniuses and special physiques, when compared with the Emperor's son, they are still somewhat inferior."

"If we're talking about outstanding talents, our human race is second to none! But someone of the Emperor's level..." He paused, then didn't continue.

The people around fell silent; no one refuted this statement.

They knew in their hearts that this was someone the Emperor had nurtured from childhood and on whom great hopes were placed.

The most basic requirement for this type of person is to follow the standards set by the emperor when he was young.

Throughout history, very few have been able to directly challenge it.

Although such a person, influenced by his father, is almost impossible to attain enlightenment, he is still one of the most dazzling people of his era.

Even the Human Emperor's Physique of their own race probably wouldn't dare say they could definitely defeat him.

The chatter downstairs drifted up the street.

In the private room, the fat man from Wanbaoge gestured towards the window with his chin: "Did you hear that? Those people downstairs are all talking about you, calling you half a Beidou Saint."

"I am truly flattered." Kong Shuyu didn't even look up, her pen still moving across the pages.

It depicts the scene just now where Yuan Qingwei gently shook his whisk, causing the Bagua diagram to swirl.

The Taoist spirit of the figure in the painting seems to be locked onto the paper by her brush tip, and every line contains the lingering charm of the law.