Purple Mist Dao Master-Chapter 875 - 582: Holy King

Returning Ruins Sixth Battlefield.

Base 0314.

In the Holy King Hall.

Before the Holy King Stele.

Yan Chuan paused before each Holy King Stele, contemplating and studying intently.

The first was the 'Fire King Stele', towering and ancient, the surface seemingly alive with raging flames. The fervent heat surged like a tide, threatening to incinerate everything and testing one's will.

Yan Chuan took a deep breath to calm his inner turmoil, then slowly closed his eyes.

He disregarded all outside distractions, immersing his Mind completely, and used his heart to feel the potent power and ancient intent within the flames.

In his mind, an endless sea of fire appeared, with flames leaping and rolling like a horde of wild spirits.

Each flame seemed to hold its unique story and emotion, weaving into a magnificent and mysterious tapestry.

Yan Chuan's will soared into the depths of the sea of fire like a light bird.

He could clearly feel the scorching heat singe his will, as if trying to melt it away.

Yet his will was formidable, not easily daunted by this.

As time passed, Yan Chuan seemed to gradually merge with the sea of fire, the mysteries hidden behind the flames like enigmatic codes awaiting his decryption. His will continued to explore and clash within the fire, each attempt akin to lighting a feeble candle in darkness; its glow small, yet determined and steadfast.

Enlightenment?

By Yan Chuan alone, of course, nothing could be comprehended. After all, at Base 0314, which of the thousands of High Rank Divine Generals wasn't a genius?

Yet few among them could achieve enlightenment with the Holy King Stele, as rare as phoenix feathers.

Yan Chuan couldn't either.

But he himself couldn't, yet had the 'Derivation Skill'.

'Derivation Skill' gathered inspiration bit by bit, nurturing a budding new True Skill.

Yan Chuan did not stop.

He continued.

After the first 'Fire King Stele', the second was the 'Nest King Stele'.

This stele emanated a mysterious and ancient aura, akin to a giant nest, filled with endless vitality and mysteries.

Yan Chuan stood quietly before the stele, his gaze fixed upon its surface, thoughts gradually emptying. He completely relaxed his body and mind, letting his will approach the Nest King Stele like a nimble swimming fish.

The moment his will touched the stele's surface, a peculiar feeling surged in his heart.

He seemed to enter a world brimming with life, where countless living beings nurtured, grew, and multiplied. He saw fledglings chirping for food in nests, seeds quietly sprouting underground, and the vibrant vitality of nature flourishing. Yan Chuan was awestruck by this immense vitality, striving to adapt and understand this unique power.

Alright!

Yan Chuan could understand nothing!

With his Comprehension, he couldn't derive anything significant. He was merely joining the fun. After the commotion, Yan Chuan seemed to have gained something, but in reality, nothing. Yet the 'Derivation Skill', the nascent form of a new True Skill, became clearer.

"Soon!"

"Soon!"

"Continue!"

Yan Chuan moved past the second 'Nest King Stele', reaching the third 'King Bu Stele'.

The 'King Bu Stele' appeared unadorned, lacking dazzling brilliance or a soul-stirring aura, yet possessed an indescribable allure, compelling attention.

Yan Chuan imagined the King Bu Stele as a vast canvas, his will the brush, aiming to inscribe his insights with wisdom and strength upon this canvas.

However.

His strength was insufficient.

His wisdom was lacking.

In exploring his will, he found it entangled, the stele's essence resembling interwoven threads of strength, seemingly feeble but imbued with infinite tenacity.

Yan Chuan plunged into it, finding only chaos, gaining nothing.

Yet, after this third Holy King Stele, the 'Derivation Skill' finally revealed the embryonic form of a new True Skill.

"Holy Flame burns fiercely, scorching all, purifying evil, known as 'Holy Flame'!"

"Holy Radiance shines brilliantly, dazzling, illuminating the world, known as 'Holy Radiance'!"

"Holy Intent pierces the void, unmatched and unstoppable, known as 'Holy Intent'!"

The Holy Flame from the 'Fire King Stele' surged with the power to incinerate all evil and corruption.

The 'Nest King Stele' radiated an endless sacred, dazzling light, capable of illuminating every corner of the world.

The Holy Radiance bursting forth from the 'King Bu Stele' could easily shatter the void, with an invincible momentum.

Inspiration surged.

Yan Chuan newly created a True Skill named 'Holy King', its nascent form appearing after observing the third Holy King Stele.

But it was not over yet.

Yan Chuan pressed forward, still continuing.

The fourth was the 'Thunder King Stele'—

"Holy Thunder rumbles, shaking the heavens, majestic and mighty, annihilating demons, known as 'Holy Thunder'!"

The Holy Thunder from the 'Thunder King Stele' resounded like divine wrath, shaking the heavens with a powerful force of demon slaying.

The fifth was the 'Wind King Stele'—

"Holy Wind howls, graceful and ethereal, sweeping across the lands, endlessly transforming, known as 'Holy Wind'!"

The sacred wind swirling on the stele was graceful and ethereal, howling as it swept across the vast world, full of mysterious transformations.

The sixth was the 'Rain King Stele'—

"Holy Rain patters, nourishing all, brimming with life, bestowing favor upon all beings, known as 'Holy Rain'!"

The drizzling Holy Rain showering down brought forth vibrant life and bestowed blessings upon all beings.

...

Yan Chuan stepped past one by one, each Holy King Stele revealing a style of True Skill 'Holy King', seemingly different in appearance, yet harmoniously unified under the 'Holy King' theme, whether 'Holy Flame' or 'Holy Rain', all infused with profound moves of will impact.

There were more Holy King Steles.

Yan Chuan continued—

"Holy Light descends, sacred and solemn, purifying the soul, cleansing sin, known as 'Holy Light'!"

"Holy Power surges, overwhelming like a tide, mountain-shattering, unstoppable, known as 'Holy Power'!"

"Holy Soul gathers, eternal and imperishable, guarding the heart, lasting forever, known as 'Holy Soul'!"

"Holy Thought reaches everywhere, discerning all, with a thought, knowing the Qiankun, known as 'Holy Thought'!"

"Holy Intent envelops, dominating the Qiankun, controlling fate, with the world in submission, known as 'Holy Intent'!"

"Saint Realm opens, transcending the ordinary, stepping into the Holy Domain, achieving holiness, known as 'Saint Realm'!"

...

Two great chapters completed in one go, smoothly and seamlessly.

By the time Yan Chuan took the thirteenth step, standing before the thirteenth Holy King Stele.

In the base.

Within the Holy King Hall.

The Divine Generals, who once disregarded Yan Chuan, fell silent.

Thirteenth!

This was already within the unmistakable realm of an Eighth Rank Divine General, Yan Chuan's will—

Not weak!

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