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For beings like Biyang and the Primordial Ant, whose combat power surpasses that of their contemporaries, completing this path is naturally effortless.

However, there are also many exceptional talents with their own extraordinary abilities.

Like the Kunpeng.

Legend has it that it is a being born between the realms of the real and the virtual, an embodiment of Yin and Yang, and possesses two heaven-defying magical arts.

It can transform into a giant Kun that blots out the sky and sweeps across the heavens and the universe.

It can also transform into a roc, which, with a single flap of its wings, soars straight up to ninety thousand miles!

It is the fastest speed in the world.

In this respect, there are very few things in the world that can compare with it.

Although the dense, dark yellow mass was heavy, it did not fall instantly; there was still room for it to fall.

It was during this brief moment that Kunpeng pushed its speed to its limit, becoming so fast that no attack could catch up with it.

Like the embryo of the Tao.

Jiang Xi was favored by heaven and earth, and Xuanhuang was one of the origins of heaven and earth.

She communicated with Xuanhuang herself, and instead used it for her own purposes, transforming into the Xuanhuang Goddess, and walked her way as if on flat ground.

Another example is the Xuanhuang clan.

This race, as children of the earth, can even be said to share the same origin as the primordial energy! Naturally, they possess their own mysteries.

Compared to true dragons and ancient ants, who excel in pure strength, they are not as outstanding, and seem to have taken a slightly shortcut.

But ultimately, it is also a reflection of one's own abilities.

Other prodigies with slightly weaker skills and foundations were not so relaxed, and all of them sustained some injuries.

Some people's protective divine light shattered, while others had undried divine blood hanging from the corners of their mouths.

But at least, their suffering was far more dignified than that of the Holy Ape.

Of course, this does not mean that the Holy Ape is the weakest among the many forbidden geniuses.

To be able to be compared with Ba Cang, a being known for his physical prowess, is no ordinary person.

As the first pioneer, he had no experience to draw upon and was completely clueless. He relied entirely on his own experience to test the waters and suffered the most losses.

It can be said that many people were able to get here safely thanks to his example, and they all owe him a debt of gratitude in some way. Based on this alone, no one can look down on him.

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A vast, dark road, where peerless geniuses gather.

Dozens of young supreme beings each occupied a certain area, displaying magnificent and varied auras, like a constellation of stars, like emperors descending to earth.

On an ordinary ancient star, in an ordinary star field.

A single Eight Forbidden Prodigy is enough to suppress an era, instill despair in his peers, and make his race stand tall.

But here, they are everywhere, which is not surprising.

This is the foundation of the Ziwei Star Region, an ancient imperial star.

Such a magnificent scene.

This does not even include the few who have been eliminated by the Protoss, nor does it take into account the profound heritage of the Holy Spirit Clan.

The scene at this moment is so rare that it seems to have returned to the heyday of the Purple Star.

In ancient history, it only exists in myths and scenes from ancient times.

Now that it is truly displayed before everyone, it left onlookers staring in disbelief for a long time.

But after they came to their senses, they seemed to feel that something was missing. They looked at each other and then looked back at each other in tacit agreement.

Feng Zhi remained standing with his hands behind his back, his imperial robes fluttering in the wind. His countenance was solemn and dignified, like a celestial emperor standing alone in the world, looking down upon the other deities on the opposite bank as if they were his subjects. Or like a tiger lying in wait, disdaining to associate with a flock of sheep.

Even from a distance, a sense of aloofness still emanates from him, the loneliness unique to the strong.

Regardless of what he is thinking or what his mindset is at this moment.

No one thought he was arrogant, and no one questioned him.

Because he no longer needs to prove anything to anyone, he has the right to be disregardful of everyone.

Are those geniuses who rushed to Tianmen early on really afraid that the Holy Ape would seize the opportunity?

Everyone knew perfectly well that it wasn't true!

Ultimately, no matter who gets the Immortal Gold, it will still come down to strength.

What truly made those prodigies anxious was Feng Zhi's previous performance, which had stolen the spotlight.

He single-handedly suppressed seven young supreme beings of the divine race, overwhelming everyone's sharpness with his absolute power, causing them to feel a sense of crisis.

They're all prodigies; who wants to be left behind?

They were unwilling to be relegated to a supporting role; they were trying to prove their unique brilliance.

A voice filled with doubt caused a commotion.

"How long do you think it will take... for the Human Emperor's Body to cross this path?"

Upon hearing this, everyone became interested.

"At least they won't be worse than Biyang and Taigu Ant, right? But whether they can surpass the True Dragon is hard to say..." Someone stroked his chin, speaking cautiously.

This is not meant to belittle Feng Zhi, but rather because the True Dragon's performance was so perfect that it exceeded the scope of being powerful, making it impossible to even begin to compare.

Feng Zhi is naturally very strong, but he has never truly fought against Zhenlong, so no one dares to easily conclude who is superior.

"I guess it'll take the time it takes to brew a cup of tea!" one person said, holding up their index finger.

"The True Dragon's duration is exactly like this, and from what I've observed, he even slowed down! He's handling things with ease, as if he's deliberately waiting for the people behind him. Given the strength of the Human Emperor Physique, he shouldn't be too far off."

Just as they were arguing, someone suddenly exclaimed in alarm, their voice filled with panic.

"Stop guessing! Look, the Emperor's body is moving!!"

Those who reacted before them were the demons who had already reached the other side.

The dragon's eyes flashed with a cold light, firmly locking onto the figure that was stepping onto the ancient road.

Even though he didn't say a word, it was obvious to everyone that his competitive spirit was overflowing.

The other prodigies were also staring intently at that person.

Despite the Heavenly Gate being right before them, no one dared to take the first step; they seemed more concerned with their opponents.

……

The dark yellow wind rushed towards Fengzhi, and faintly heard the sounds of thousands of troops and the howling of ghosts and wolves.

But he saw it as unseen, and remained untouched by holiness, continuing to stride forward.

His posture was like that of a true emperor on an inspection tour.

The primordial energy seemed to be completely enraged by this person's indifferent attitude, and surged towards Feng Zhi like a raging storm.

It is heavy and violent, the most primal power since the beginning of time, enough to overwhelm even the Seven Forbidden Prodigies and shatter even Purple Mansion cultivators!

But the surging, dark yellow waves stopped abruptly an inch in front of Feng Zhi.

It seemed to have encountered a more primal, more ancient power, and retreated in awe.

He remained unperturbed by the wind, his steps steady.

Gradually, he reached the middle section, and soon after, he reached the end section.

During this period, the primordial energy surged continuously, like mountains collapsing, the sky falling, and the world crumbling.

No matter how shocking the scene was, or how gravity was amplified, his speed remained constant.

The dust storm-like aura of primordial yellow seemed to be merely a backdrop for him.

The crowd was astonished, as if they had seen a ghost.

They racked their brains but couldn't figure it out, because they didn't see Feng Zhi's protective blood aura!

He didn't use a single trace of magic; he was just like an ordinary person strolling on the street, his hair even fluttering in that environment!

What incredible divine power this is!

Only the most outstanding geniuses could understand how terrifying Feng Zhi's current state was!