My Cultivation Prowess Peaks after I Buried the Great Emperor's Corpse

580  The Second Kunlun Emperor Stele!

"Faramita celestial race, Long Qitian. Is this fellow a dog? He's here just as I'm mentioning him."

Seeing the person who came, Jiang Tianyin could not help but mutter.

With the arrival of Long Qitian, all the cultivators gathered around God Burial Land turned their eyes to him.

Long Qitian was a supreme prodigy of the Xuanhuang Great World. In just 800 years, he had become an Ancient Celestial King. He was the most outstanding talent of the Faramita celestial race.

However, to enter God Burial Land and obtain the legendary Origin Purple Energy, he severed his Ancient Celestial King cultivation. Such shocking courage and extraordinary perseverance were far from what ordinary geniuses could hope to achieve.

Even Jiang Tianyin, who was also born in a top-notch major faction, had no choice but to remain silent when facing Long Qitian.

As a supreme prodigy, he indeed had the capital to be proud.

While everyone was watching Long Qitian, Lin Wudao was also observing him quietly.

Through the Eye of the Great Dao, the information he saw was even more detailed.

"The Kunlun Immortal Body and the Genesis Bone. Oh? Long Qitian actually has a Kunlun Emperor Stele in his hands? And relying on the wisp of origin celestial energy on it, he successfully established the Kunlun Immortal Body, huh? It is unexpected that he has such a shocking opportunity."

Lin Wudao was surprised.

The Kunlun Emperor Stele was the supreme treasure of the Kunlun Immortal Emperor when she proved her Dao and became an Immortal Emperor. There were a total of nine steles, and they recorded the Kunlun Immortal Emperor's method of attaining the Dao.

Previously, Lin Wudao had seen one Kunlun Emperor Stele in Ji Wuya's hands. Moreover, Ji Ruyue had comprehended the Kunlun Supreme Technique from it.

What Lin Wudao did not expect was that he would see the Kunlun Emperor Stele again when he came to the Xuanhuang Great World.

Relying on the great power of the Kunlun Emperor Stele, Long Qitian forged the Kunlun Immortal Body and thus possessed the potential of a Quasi-Immortal Emperor.

"Is the Faramita celestial race a Quasi-Immortal Emperor Race?" he asked softly.

"No. The Faramita celestial race is one of the great celestial races in the cosmic. It's an extremely ancient and extremely powerful Immortal Emperor race. It is said that there are at least two Immortal Emperors in their race. In the cosmic, it can be considered a top faction," Xiao Qinglan replied.

An Immortal Emperor race, huh?

Lin Wudao nodded.

"However, the various top-notch celestial races in the cosmic all have many branches, and the Faramita celestial race is no exception. The Faramita celestial race of the Xuanhuang Great World is only a branch of the orthodox Faramita celestial race. Among them, the strongest are Quasi-Immortal Emperors. After all, the level of the Xuanhuang Great World is there. It's impossible for an Immortal Emperor to be born in a higher great world," Xiao Qinglan continued.

Hearing this, Lin Wudao was deep in thought.

"Who is stronger, the Daluo celestial race or the Faramita celestial race?"

At this moment, he suddenly thought of the Daluo celestial race which Mi Luo was from. It was also a top-notch great celestial race in the cosmic.

Back then, he had used the power of the supreme talisman to forcefully kill a top-notch Quasi-Immortal Emperor of theirs.

Lin Wudao was very curious about their strength.

"The Daluo celestial race is one of the most powerful celestial races. According to my understanding, it has more than three Immortal Emperors on the surface, and this is definitely not their entire foundation. Secretly, there are definitely more than seven Immortal Emperors in the Daluo celestial race. A conservative estimate is that there are at least five. Although the Faramita celestial race is ancient and powerful, they are far inferior to the Daluo celestial race," Xiao Qinglan said seriously.

Tsk, tsk... As expected of the top-notch great celestial race in the cosmic.

Lin Wudao secretly sighed in his heart.

The heritage of these ancient great celestial races far exceeded his imagination and expectations.

"The Penglai celestial race only has one Immortal Emperor?"

"Uh... That's right."

Xiao Qinglan nodded awkwardly.

If others asked about the true strength of the Penglai celestial race, he naturally would not say it.

However, since it was Lin Wudao who asked, he didn't dare to hide anything.

"The foundation of the Penglai celestial race is still a little lacking, but this is only temporary. I heard from the Supreme that in less than a hundred years, the Penglai celestial race will give birth to a second Immortal Emperor. Allow me to congratulate you in advance, Celestial Lord. Hehe..." Lin Wudao smiled meaningfully.

What? The second Immortal Emperor in a hundred years?

Xiao Qinglan's heart skipped a beat when he heard that.

The surrounding Ji Wuya and the others looked at him with envy.

In their eyes, Xiao Qinglan had received the favor of the Supreme who was even helping him. It was already certain that the former would become an Immortal Emperor.

"Congratulations, Celestial Lord!"

"Congratulations, Celestial Lord!"

"Congratulations, Celestial Lord!"

...

Ji Wuya, Ji Ruyue, Mu Jiutian, and the others congratulated him.

Xiao Qinglan smiled excitedly.

With Lin Wudao's words, he was sure that he would become an Immortal Emperor.

This was especially important since the era calamity and the epoch calamity would descend in another thousand years.

At that time, be it for himself or the entire Penglai celestial race, it would be of immense help.

Under the great tribulation, even Immortal Emperors might die.

The stronger they were, the safer they were.

Xiao Qinglan had been looking forward to becoming an Immortal Emperor, and now he was about to achieve it.

This made him very excited.

"Thank you, Young Master! The Penglai celestial race and I are willing to listen to all your orders!" He declared.

In response, Lin Wudao only smiled lightly and did not say anything while his gaze was fixed on Long Qitian in the distance.

"Brother Jiang, you said that Long Qitian failed nine times in God Burial Land?" he asked Jiang Tianyin curiously.

Jiang Tianyin looked over in bewilderment.

Seeing that the other party was with Mu Jiutian, and that both Mu Qingyi and Mu Jiutian were extremely respectful towards him, a divine light flashed in his eyes.

Then, a smile appeared on his face.

"May I ask who you are?"

"My name is Ren Woxing. I'm Mu Qingyi's friend. I heard about the wonders of God Burial Land, so I came over to take a look out of curiosity," Lin Wudao replied.

Ren Woxing?

This name was quite special.

Jiang Tianyin muttered to himself.

"Oh, so it's Brother Ren. I'm Jiang Tianyin. Long Qitian has indeed returned in defeat nine times in a row, and it's about to be his tenth defeat. I heard that the fellow overestimated himself. He went to the end of the divine tomb corridor and challenged the Divine King ranked tenth. Heh, in the end, he was suppressed nine times by a woman nine consecutive times!" Jiang Tianyin replied sarcastically.

His voice was extremely loud, so all the cultivators gathered around God Burial Land heard it.

And so, all of them looked over.

At the same time, there was also Long Qitian's cold gaze.

"What are you looking at? Am I not telling the truth?"

Jiang Tianyin glared back fiercely.

Others were afraid of the Faramita celestial race, but he was not.

This was because the Huangji Celestial Sect was also a top-notch magnate in the Xuanhuang Great World with Immortal Emperors overseeing it. Their strength and foundation were not inferior to the Faramita celestial race at all.

Furthermore, the relationship between the Huangji Celestial Sect and the Faramita celestial race was never good to begin with.

Therefore, Long Qitian could not do anything to him at all.

"Hmph! Does a bootlicker have the right to mock me? If it was in God Burial Land, I guarantee that you would suffer a fate worse than death."

Long Qitian's gaze was fierce.

After he finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Jiang Tianyin and sat cross-legged on the immortal boat, closing his eyes to rest.

"Tsk! So what if he's the number one prodigy of the Faramita celestial race? He can't even defeat a woman, no? If he fails ten times in a row, someone will become the biggest joke in the history of the Xuanhuang Great World. When the time comes, it would simply be a failed show of trying to display his greatness," Jiang Tianyin continued to taunt.

Hearing this, Long Qitian did not react, but his expression became gloomier and colder.

"Jiang Tianyin is an interesting person." Lin Wudao chuckled.

Then, he sat cross-legged on the immortal boat and waited patiently for God Burial Land to open.

Boom!

Finally, after ten days of waiting, an ancient door appeared in the distant chaotic dimensional rift.

"The tenth appearance of God Burial Land! Anyone above the True God realm and below the Sage realm can enter. Life and death, fortune and misfortune, all depend on heaven's will!"

Suddenly, a powerful voice came from God Burial Land.

Immediately after, under Lin Wudao's astonished gaze, a ray of divine light appeared, and a Daoist in green wearing a Daoist robe and holding a horsetail whisk entered his sight.

"The grave keeper, Daoist Qingtian!"