klisemfg Chapter 2360
Chapter 2360
Chen Xuan's gaze swept over the unwillingness in Chi Mang's eyes, then over the doubts of the people from the three realms, finally settling on all the powerful figures present. His tone was calm, yet carried a power that pierced the hearts of everyone:
"Our civilization of cultivators, since the beginning of time, has endured the bloody battles of the Dark Ages of Immortals, and now guards the Imperial Pass and resists the strange chaos. When did we ever regard so-called bloodlines as the foundation of cultivation?"
He paused, then his voice suddenly rose, becoming deafening:
"If descendants can become invincible geniuses of their generation simply by virtue of their bloodlines as Supreme, Quasi-Emperor, or Great Emperor, why do all the races of the heavens still need to guard the Imperial Pass so closely? Why has no one been able to ascend to the position of Great Emperor since the decisive battle of the Immortal Ancient Era? Why must they still fight to the death against the strange chaos in order to survive?"
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
The powerful beings were moved, some frowning in thought, others with clear eyes—for a long time, all races have valued bloodline inheritance, but have forgotten the essence of cultivation.
Chen Xuan's words were like a thunderclap, shattering the shackles in everyone's hearts.
"The Dao is the root of all cultivators. Bloodline is merely an embellishment." Chen Xuan's gaze returned to Winged Light, and he gently shook his head.
"You were defeated by me for two reasons: first, my control and integration with the Great Dao far surpasses yours; second, your heart was blinded by greed."
As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Xuan raised his hand and waved it.
Whoosh—six Northern Darkness Swords suddenly appeared, surrounded by a seven-colored glow like a galaxy, their sword cries like dragons roaring through the heavens, swirling and circling around him.
One of the swords was surrounded by a chilling and eerie aura of the Yellow Springs, its aura terrifying, with a faint flow of reincarnation power. It was actually a divine sword embryo forged from a natal sword diagram.
Such profound knowledge and skills made even the Immortal Kings present take notice and feel envious. Even if they encountered a treasure like the Seven-Colored Immortal Gold, ordinary powerful beings would only dare to devote their efforts to cultivating one or two Imperial Weapons, for fear of running out of energy or having conflicting Daoist principles.
Chen Xuan actually held six imperial weapon sword embryos and a core sword diagram divine sword, but he never used them throughout the entire competition!
"While the natal divine weapon, the foundation of an Emperor's weapon, is powerful, to me it is merely an aid in combat." Chen Xuan said calmly, and with another wave of his hand, the six divine swords instantly vanished, their radiance and sword cries fading away.
"You have already put the cart before the horse. The more eager you are for quick success and instant benefits, and the more you try to seize external things by any means necessary, the easier it will be for others to exploit your weaknesses and set traps to turn against you."
Chi Mang stared blankly at Chen Xuan, the resentment and bitterness in his eyes gradually fading away, replaced by clarity and enlightenment, as if he had been enlightened.
In the past, within the tribe, he had only heard praise from his elders and awe from his peers; no one had ever dared to so directly expose the flaws in his Daoist heart.
Chen Xuan's words shattered his obsession like a heavy hammer, allowing him to see the true nature of cultivation.
"I... understand. Thank you for your guidance, Brother Chen Xuan." Chi Mang slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, there was no emotion in them.
He bowed deeply to Chen Xuan, performing the grand ceremony befitting a junior cultivator receiving guidance from the Great Dao, his posture respectful and sincere.
At this moment, the betting numbers on the sky were all reset to zero, and an ancient, unadorned storage ring emerged from the void. Under the control of the True Immortal puppet, it slowly flew towards Chen Xuan. Although the ring was inconspicuous, it contained treasures worth seven hundred million Chaos Units, enough to drive any powerful being mad.
Chen Xuan single-handedly resolved the deadlock of "possessing a treasure is a crime," and at this moment, no one dared to covet it in the slightest—he not only won the bet, but also, through a favor, bound all the powerful figures present to his karmic ties.
From now on, no matter which realm or holy land Chen Xuan enters, he will be an honored guest.
If anyone dares to covet his wealth and attempt to kill him, they will be slapping the face of all the great beings present, and will also bear the karmic burden of cause and effect, never having any hope of attaining eternal enlightenment in this life.
Chen Xuan reached out and took the ring, his fingertips tracing its cold surface. He didn't immediately examine it with his divine sense, but instead turned and handed it to Lu Xueqi beside him, his tone gentle:
"Based on everyone's initial capital, we will distribute it to Xuan Yi, Jiu You, and the others at a rate of one hundred times. The remainder will be ours."