Martial World - chapter-1990
As Lin Ming was bitterly cultivating in the final trial’s seventh
level, a great storm was stirring in the Asura Road!
This storm would involve many large influences. Let alone Empyrean
influences, in just True Divinity influences, there were four.
They were the two True Divinity influences of the Asura Road – Divine
Void Divine Kingdom and Heaven Union Divine Kingdom, as well as two
influences from the 33 Heavens’ saint race – the Good Fortune Saint
Palace and Soaring Feather God Mountain.
At this time, the Good Fortune Saint Son was kneeling on the ground deep
within the Good Fortune Saint Palace, so low that his head was buried in
his hands. He didn’t even dare to take a deep breath.
Before this, he had widely bragged that the ‘Legion of Famine’ he
trained would absolutely complete the mission perfectly and return
safely, otherwise he would be willing to endure any punishment passed
down to him. But in the turn of an eye, the Legion of Famine had been
annihilated and the Good Fortune Saint Son had returned in disastrous
The Good Fortune Saint Son had brought back a captive with him. He
shivered as he remembered saying, ‘the demon relic is missing, and
because the disciples of the Good Fortune Saint Palace were sanctioned by
the Asura Road Laws, they will not return’. Even just thinking of
saying these words left him feeling listless and sick.
The once proud and arrogant Good Fortune Saint Son now lay humbled on the
ground, no different from a dog.
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_om“This… this
person… is someone brought back by this child… f-from the Asura Road.
He… he is a wandering martial artist that entered the final trial and
witnessed the battle…”
The captive that the Good Fortune Saint Son brought back was a young
trial challenger from the Asura Road. The captive’s movements and
cultivation had been sealed away and all he could do was blink his eyes;
he couldn’t even speak. But at this time, the captive was glaring at
the Good Fortune Saint Son with anger and looking at the direction that
the Good Fortune Saint Son was groveling towards with fear. He knew that
in the deep darkness there was a demon that would decide his life or
This captive had no family or sect, and only relied on himself and his
destiny to obtain the lucky chances he had to arrive at where he was.
When he accidently obtained a qualification token to enter the final
trial, he thought that this was the chance he needed to soar into the
heavens. But, he never thought that he would be seized by the Good
Fortune Saint Son as soon as he left the final trial. What a laugh. He
once thought he was a genius with a great destiny upon his body, but now
in the grasp of this super influence, he was as weak and useless as an
Without sect or family, without any influence to support him, he would
die here without anyone knowing about it. As he thought of this, his
heart filled with despair.
“Your Majesty Sovereign Ancestor, if you have anything you wish to
confirm, you may question him…”
The Good Fortune Saint Son pushed this unlucky wandering martial artist
to the ground. He felt panic rising in his heart. However, the only
response was a deep and profound silence. Within the pitch black
darkness, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign didn’t speak a single word.
This caused the Good Fortune Saint Son to feel even weaker at heart. His
body began to shiver.
Without warning, a terrifying eruption occurred.
Dozens of blood red tentacles shot straight out like pointed cones,
piercing through the wandering martial artist as well as through the Good
Fortune Saint Son!
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_omThe Good Fortune Saint
Son cried out in pain. Over a dozen bloody holes had been left in his
body. As for that wandering martial artist, he vomited blood as he verged
on the precipice of death!
At this time, a blood red hand extended out from the darkness and
directly grasped the wandering martial artist’s head.
The wandering martial artist wildly struggled, his eyes bulging. He felt
thousands of worms digging into his brain, the pain so fierce that he
wished he could dig it out with his hands.
This sort of pain only lasted for several breaths of time, but to the
wandering martial artist, it was an indescribably painful experience.
Then, the blood red tentacles slowly drew back and the great hand also
returned. The wandering martial artist fell onto the ground like a pile
of rotten meat. Blood streamed from his corpse, not a single bit of life
All of the memories in that wandering martial artist’s mind had been
read by the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign.
On the side, the Good Fortune Saint Son was deathly white and his
forehead was covered in sweat; this was because he was in pain but also
because he was afraid.
Although there were numerous bloody holes punctured into his body, these
holes were in places that weren’t too vital. For instance, his heart,
lungs, brain, and spine weren’t affected.
It was clear that the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign didn’t want to kill
him. This allowed him to relax a little, but also be more worried about
the penalties he would soon face.
He limped up, crawling to his knees as he continued to kneel to the
ground. His entire body was covered in thick blood, leaving the ground
around him drenched.
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_om“Sanction of the Asura
Within the darkness, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign’s bass voice
echoed outwards. With light pattering sounds, a towering middle-aged man
slowly walked forwards.
In the memories of the wandering martial artist, the Good Fortune Saint
Sovereign was able to search for the scene of what had happened. The
mystical change in the Laws as well as that vast and boundless aura; he
would never have imagined that someone would deliberately forge memories
around the Heavenly Dao’s punishment.
And in the memories of the wandering martial artist, there was no flaw
that the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign could find.
From start to finish, everything that occurred in the final trial seemed
However, there was one point that left the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign
Because of the punishment of the Asura Heavenly Dao, the 20 some
disciples that his Good Fortune Saint Palace sent out had all been killed.
But, why did the flesh and blood of Famine within their bodies not
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign was able to feel the existence of
Famine’s flesh and blood; it had disappeared over a long and slow
period of time. This feeling was as if someone had swallowed up
Famine’s flesh and blood and was refining it over time…
If the Asura Heavenly Dao Laws didn’t abide the existence of an abyssal
entering the final trial, then by all reasoning, when that heavenly
retribution descended to the earth, shouldn’t it have immediately burnt
away all the flesh and blood of Famine?
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_omWhy would it be slowly
erased over a long period of time?
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign lost himself in thought.
The memories had no problem themselves and didn’t seem like memories
one had forged. As for the point that couldn’t be explained, the truth
was that there could be explanations found, just that they would seem a
As the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign thought of all this, his face
“It shouldn’t… be someone secretly moving behind the scenes…”
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign shot down this idea. If there was
someone capable of doing all of this in secret and to the degree where he
couldn’t find a flaw, they would need to be someone at least on the
level of an ordinary True Divinity level character. For instance, someone
like Soul Emperor Divine Void.
However, with that person’s skeletal age it was impossible for them to
enter the final trial.
The Good Fortune Saint Sovereign closed his eyes. He sensed that there
wasn’t much of Famine’s flesh and blood remaining. As for where it
was located, he had no idea.
For such a situation to appear meant that Famine’s flesh and blood
existed in a powerful space that surpassed his divine sense.
Without a doubt, this space was the final trial.
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_omIn other words, the
flesh and blood of Famine was still within the final trial, so it was
even more impossible that someone was acting behind the scenes to do
this. Otherwise, with the conclusion of the final trial, it would be
impossible for that person to stay inside.
Then could this really mean that the Laws of the final trial had
extinguished the disciples of the Good Fortune Siant Palace?
And the demon relic, where did it go? Could it be in the hands of Soul
Emperor Divine Void?
Or, could it be that the Laws within the final trial, in order to prevent
an existence related to the abyssals obtaining the demon relic, had
sealed away the demon relic instead?
As all these thoughts flashed through the Good Fortune Saint
Sovereign’s mind, it left him increasingly frustrated and confused.
This demon relic was just far too important to him.
However, there was nothing he could do about it. Even going to the Asura
Road himself was meaningless.
He looked at the Good Fortune Saint Son and impatiently waved his hand.
“Screw off! This time, the reason the disciples were destroyed was
because of the sanction of the Asura Road, a power that cannot be
stopped. Then, I will forgive your sins for now!”
“I thank your Majesty Sovereign Ancestor for such mercy.” The Good
Fortune Saint Son hurriedly bowed in gratitude and relief. Then he
dragged away his wounded body, leaving behind a trail of bloody
However, as he was leaving the holy temple he saw someone, a junior that
he didn’t want to see at all – Imperial Prince Xishen.
Within the Good Fortune Saint Palace, the title of Imperial Prince was
only inferior to that of Good Fortune Saint Son. In the past, Naqi had
been the Imperial Prince, but after he was slain by Lin Ming the position
of Imperial Prince had been empty.
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_om
It was only 1800 years ago that another talented character appeared in
the Good Fortune Saint Palace – Xishen.
He had used less than a thousand years to break into the World King
realm, and in terms of combat strength, there was no martial artist of
his rank that was able to defeat him. Thus, the Good Fortune Saint
Sovereign had granted him the title of Imperial Prince.
Xishen won victory after victory and basked in the limelight. In addition
with many influential saint race figures supporting him, this gave him
the ambition of replacing the Good Fortune Saint Son!
It was because of this that the hostilities between the Good Fortune
Saint Son and Imperial Prince Xishen rose at a precipitous rate.
Regarding this, the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign only watched it all
occur from the corners of his eyes, as if he simply didn’t care, or
perhaps even enjoying this type of competition.
During these years, Xishen had earned many merits in the war against
humanity. He had stolen away a great deal of merit and glory from the
Good Fortune Saint Son.
The Good Fortune Saint Son didn’t care about this. What he feared the
most was that there would be a day when the Good Fortune Saint Sovereign
lost confidence in him and would decide to set up a different Saint Son
instead. If so, then all his ambitions would come toppling down!
And Xishen could be the chaotic factor that led to this result!
“Oh? Well isn’t it your Highness Saint Son? Why so troubled?”
Xishen’s eyes locked onto the horrifying bloody holes that dotted the
Good Fortune Saint Son’s body. His lips curve up in a smile.
This content is taken from l_ightnovelw_orld.c_omAs if he knew what had
The Good Fortune Saint Son’s eyes turned freezing cold. He didn’t say
a word, instead slowly walking away. As Xishen looked at the Good Fortune
Saint Son’s fading back, his smile felt a bit chilling…
Time passed. Unknowingly, three years flew by.
Lin Ming sat in the void in the dark starry space. In front of him was a
black-haired man that looked completely like him.
This black-haired man wore a long black robe and his eyes shined with the
purest brightness. The man’s body was covered with a blurry mist. This
mist was condensed from the purest and densest origin energy.
This black-haired man was Lin Ming’s essence gathering system avatar,
as well as the third avatar.
In the past, the Asura Road Master had gathered 10,000 spiritual
treasures of the heavens and earth and refined it with genesis energy.
Then, he took the condensed form of all these spiritual treasures and
sealed it into the core of a great essence gathering array formation,
nourishing it with the world’s origin energy, slowly refining and
tempering it through the endless river of time.
This avatar was a pure energy essence body. Whether it was absorbing
heaven and earth origin energy or in terms of capabilities of utilizing
heaven and earth origin energy, it had reached a boundary that ordinary
martial artists would never be able to achieve.
With Lin Ming possessing the essence gathering system avatar, he now
possessed the three avatars required for the Asura Heavenly Dao.