History's Strongest Senior Brother c1-1474

by 八月飞鹰, Ba Yue Fei Ying, August Eagle

  Broad Creed Mountain had suffered great casualties in the numerous consecutive great battles earlier as it felt rather devoid of experts now. This was an inevitable thing.

  However, Yan Zhaoge was not worried about this.

  In the Myriad Dragon Palace, he sat opposite from the Northern Ocean Clone, looking at the shaking of the Internal Crystal Furnace before them. Now, its lid mightily opened.

  Streams of bright spiritual light shot out from within, enveloping the entire Myriad Dragon Palace.

  The gate of the palace was not closed. Bright spiritual light overflowed from within, illuminating the gloomy Heaven Sealing Gorge down below that saw not the light of day all year round.

  Seeing the roiling bright light and the overflowing spiritual qi in the back mountains, the longtime Elders who still remained on the Mountain were all overjoyed, “Success, Zhaoge’s succeeded!”

  Standing beside Yan Zhaoge, Feng Yunsheng had an admiring look on her face as she watched the bright light that shot out of the Internal Crystal Furnace, “I have never seen a high-grade spirit artifact being forged so swiftly before.”

  Sikong Qing and Ying Longtu who was also standing within the palace both looked joyfully at the Internal Crystal Furnace as well.

  Everyone knew what this scene before them entailed.

  Broad Creed Mountain could now mass produce high-grade spirit artifacts!

  This was an extremely terrifying thing for the entire Eight Extremities World.

  All along, Sacred Artifacts had been rare with high-grade spirit artifacts being the most superior weapons and armours, being similarly hard to forge as well. In Sacred Ground-level powers, they could still only barely achieve one per person for Transcending Mortality and Essence Talisman Martial Grandmasters, seldom having any excess.

  Now, Broad Creed Mountain had the ability to arm its Essence Talisman Martial Grandmasters to the teeth.

  When they lacked Essence Talisman Martial Grandmasters, providing high-grade spirit artifacts to Essence Spirit Martial Grandmasters would also lead to a heaven-changing, earth-overturning rise in strength.

  Like this, they would completely be able to allow Broad Creed Mountain to have a smooth transition following the loss of many of its higher echelon experts as its future generations grew to take their place.

  Yan Zhaoge said, “It was indeed successful.”

  He smiled towards Sikong Qing, “The promise I gave everyone back then can finally be considered fulfilled now.”

  Hearing his words, Sikong Qing’s mind wavered somewhat as she remembered the first time Yan Zhaoge had exhibited the Internal Crystal Furnace in front of everyone that year. At that time, the War of the Eastern Tang had still yet to occur, Feng Yunsheng and Ying Longtu beside them not yet having entered the clan as well.

  Reminiscing on old times, Sikong Qing who was usually cold and aloof felt rather emotional as well, “In the blink of an eye, more than four years have passed.”

  Looking at Yan Zhaoge, respect that came from the bottom of her heart surfaced within her eyes, “First setting the matter of the Internal Crystal Furnace aside, your cultivation progress these past years, senior apprentice-brother Yan, has truly been a sight to behold. It is truly astounding.”

  Feng Yunsheng nodded as well, “Late Essence Talisman Martial Grandmaster- unprecedented!”

  Yan Zhaoge smiled, “The two of you aren’t bad as well. Yunsheng, just being a few days away from your twenty-second birthday, you are already a late Xiantian Martial Scholar. Meng Wan is at the same cultivation level as well, and there were two years in between where you were held up.”

  “Junior apprentice-sister Sikong should be twenty-one now?” And you are already in the mid Xiantian Martial Scholar realm.”

  Yan Zhaoge patted Ying Longtu’s shoulder, “The important task of breaking my father’s record of the youngest Martial Grandmaster must likely still fall on Han Long’er’s shoulders. Still, the ages when the two of you become Martial Grandmasters should not be older than for me, as long as you do not meet with a bottleneck and get stuck at it for a number of years.”

  Sikong Qing said, “But your rate of improvement after stepping into the Martial Grandmaster realm, senior apprentice-brother Yan, is truly too fast, faster than even Chief’s. It truly is hard to imagine that you were able to leap all the way to the ninth level of the Martial Grandmaster realm, the late Essence Talisman stage, in not even three years’ time.”

  “Senior apprentice-brother Yan, you should only just have turned twenty-five?”

  Yan Zhaoge smiled, shaking his head, “I’m almost twenty-seven. Over two months in the Eight Extremities World amounted to a year in the Vast Ocean World. Other than that, the timeflow in the dragon tomb was very fast in some places, being all scattered about. I should actually have spent quite some time inside.”

  Exchanging glances, Feng Yunsheng and Sikong Qing then shook their heads together, “That is also an unbelievable rate already. You must know that the core, direct disciples of the various Sacred Grounds, under normal circumstances, are usually only at our current cultivation level at your current age.”

  “Apart from Chief, there has never been a late Essence Talisman Martial Grandmaster in the Eight Extremities World below the age of forty before. Yet, you are already directly below thirty.”

  Yan Zhaoge smiled, “How unsightly of me.”

  Looking at his triumphant look, Feng Yunsheng was amused whilst also exasperated, Sikong Qing repeatedly shook her head while Ying Longtu had on a face full of admiration.

  After smiling, Yan Zhaoge looked east beyond the Myriad Dragon Palace, “Speaking of father, when a little more time has passed and the time is right, I will have to make a trip to the East Sea. Perhaps I can get the seal to solidify faster and let father and the others come out somewhat ahead of time.”

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  Some time would still be needed before the Seal of the East Sea would completely stabilise, after which Yan Di and the others would be able to withdraw from within.

  As the person of this world with the greatest understanding of the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation, Yan Zhaoge had a method for prematurely getting Yan Di and the others out.

  Still, the result of that would be the instability of the seal as the Flame Devils might break out from within.

  This was what Deng Sen and the others of the Radiant Light Sect had been preparing to do before this. Still, they had been confident of taking care of the Flame Devils together with everything.

  Now that he was unable to use the Extreme Yang Seal, Yan Zhaoge decided to be a little more cautious with things.

  Still, his understanding of the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation far surpassing others, he had a way to help Yan Di and the others stabilise the seal prematurely, extricating themselves from within.

  It was just that this method was related to the circulation of the qi flow of the Eight Extremities World’s earth veins. It required patiently waiting for an appropriate timing in its circulation.

  Over this period of time, Yan Zhaoge cultivated in peace while sorting out various treasures, making good use of them.

  As time passed, those of Broad Creed Mountain vaguely felt an aura growing stronger and stronger within the Myriad Dragon Palace to the point of terrifyingness.

  Yan Zhaoge sat opposite from the Northern Ocean Clone within the palace that overflowed with dragon qi.

  Between them was the Internal Crystal Furnace. Currently, it appeared very quiet. However, a powerful aura seemed to be in the midst of accumulating and stabilising unceasingly within.

  As time passed, that aura grew more and more domineering to the point of stirring the soul.

  The Internal Crystal Furnace remained stable as Mount Tai as a stirring sense of incongruity was instead formed with it.

  The qi of true dragons within the Myriad Dragon Palace now conde
nsed into tangible form, transforming into numerous dragons which traversed the air unceasingly, emitting endless roars.

  When that terrifying aura within the Internal Crystal Furnace was gradually converging towards that one point, Yan Zhaoge and the Northern Ocean Clone punched outwards simultaneously.

  Majestic fist-intent surged as the Internal Crystal Furnace that had been continually suppressing and brewing in silence finally lost its calm, shaking mightily as its lid flew open.

  Space seemed to expand limitlessly within the furnace. A golden spear lay within, dense dragon patterns visible on its surface which resembled dragon scales.

  Surrounding the spear were numerous complete bones of true dragons that were bright and clear as crystals.

  As the dragon scales on the spear pulsated, the spear resembled a living dragon as it shot upwards, wanting to fly out of the Internal Crystal Furnace. All the true dragon bones around it seemed as though they had been revived as they flew up alongside it.

  At this moment, under Yan Zhaoge’s guidance, the massive dragons formed of a great amount of true dragon essence qi within the Myriad Dragon Palace shot towards the Internal Crystal Furnace all at once.

  The dragon qi sunk, trapping that spear together with the true dragon bones inside as they all congregated within the Internal Crystal Furnace.

  The Northern Ocean Clone stood up, coming to the Internal Crystal Furnace in great strides. He brought his palms simultaneously forward to close the lid of the Internal Crystal Furnace.

  The Internal Crystal Furnace shook unceasingly. The Northern Ocean Clone paced around it, punching outwards once with every step.

  The silhouettes of rocs shot into the Internal Crystal Furnace, causing it to shake even more intensely.

  Yan Zhaoge himself sat in another corner. He extended his palms horizontally outwards, the image of chaos seemingly visible on both of them.

  After the Northern Ocean Clone had released eighty-one consecutive punches, Yan Zhaoge’s gaze flickered as he roared, “Open!”

  He circulated the Peerless Heavenly Scripture, serving as the finishing touch.

  The lid of the Internal Crystal Furnace flew open. A streak of golden light shot up into the sky, penetrating the roof of the Myriad Dragon Palace and shooting straight up into the horizon.

  With the golden light, there seemed to be a vast ocean. The great roc bobbed within the ocean of light while true dragons soared amidst it, the entire world seemingly having returned to primordial times as an infinite aura of boundless wildness enveloped the area, vast, limitless power contained within.

  If not for the Northern Ocean Clone suppressing and stabilising it, the Internal Crystal Furnace would definitely have broken apart from the vibrations.

  Yan Zhaoge himself strode forward, extending his hand into the Internal Crystal Furnace before pulling out a spear that flickered with a half-black, half-gold lustre.

  That spear was incomparably heavy, resembling the sky and the ocean as all the primordial wilderness had been merged within.

  It was only Yan Zhaoge who cultivated in the Cyclic Heavenly Scripture who could make use of it. If it were other Martial Grandmasters, let along wielding this spear, even lifting it up would be a problem for them.

  “Fish Dragon Spear, ha! I did not waste all those good materials,” Yan Zhaoge nodded satisfiedly, “This spear is a definite elite amongst low-grade Sacred Artifacts.”

  The Northern Ocean Clone received the Fish Dragon Spear. As it shook, space trembled as a black hole seemed to appear at the tip of the spear.

  That heavy, unparalleled force shook the heavens and the earth.

  The aura of the Sacred Artifact shot into the heavens, the pillar of light above the Myriad Dragon Palace beginning to flicker as gold and black light shone interchangeably.

  Seeing this shocking scene, all of Broad Creed Mountain had their spirits uplifted, “Birth of a Sacred Artifact!”

  Currently, even the slightest of movements at Broad Creed Mountain would be paid close attention to by the other Sacred Grounds. Seeing light filling the entire sky above Broad Creed Mountain with the shocking power of a Sacred Artifact sweeping the area, all of their minds were inevitably shaken.

  As the news was relayed, not even mentioning what the first and second-rate powers were thinking, the remaining three Sacred Grounds all had complex emotions.

  It need not be said for Turbid Wave Pavilion. They had been striving hard for the preparation of their own Sacred Artifact all along, yet had not seen any success in it.

  Having regained the Heaven Cleaving Axe, Infinite Boundless Mountain could not but feel greatly emotional.

  When those of Jade Sea City thought about the numerous tribulations they had faced in the forging of the Jade Sea Pill Heart Sword that year, all of them felt rather conflicted as well.

  This was especially true when thinking even more carefully about it, the successful completion of the Jade Sea Pill Heart Sword also had Yan Zhaoge to thank for it. They felt even more complex at this.

  The Northern Ocean Clone kept the Fish Dragon Spear. The two of their minds being connected, Yan Zhaoge seemed to find the spear as an extension of his bloodline, with it being like a part of his own body that he could use freely like a limb of his own.

  Counting the days, Yan Zhaoge found that almost a year had already passed since the Seal of the East Sea had been established.

  Generally speaking, the seal would have needed around three years before stabilising completely.

  However, to Yan Zhaoge, the time was already right.

  After informing the clan, Yan Zhaoge travelled to the Outer East Sea along with the Northern Ocean Clone.

  On the way there, Yan Zhaoge was concealed atop a cloud as it was hard for others to detect his presence.

  However, Yan Zhaoge was sometimes able to hear the discussions of other martial practitioners.

  At the current time, the Eight Extremities World had already gradually come to accept the intense upheaval that had occurred, accepting Broad Creed Mountain’s dominant position.

  The solitary practitioners who were active beyond the seas were the most lawless group of people, being intractable as they licked blood off the tips of their blades. They cared not about even the descendants of the various Sacred Grounds, only caring about strength. They also ignored the background of their enemies as they could just flee into the seas beyond, into the infinite ocean.

  Now, however, while these ruthless people would still act the same way towards those of Turbid Wave Pavilion, Jade Sea City and Infinite Boundless Mountain, when meeting descendants of Broad Creed Mountain, they were still generally much more restrained, avoiding trouble if they could.

  Heading east, Yan Zhaoge eventually arrived at the Outer East Sea. Gazing far into the distance, he saw a mountain peak that flickered with white light, descending straight into the depths of the sea with its peak reigning high above the surface.

  In the air above the mountain peak was a vast, boundless sigil that flickered with a gentle light.

  The scale of the mountain peak and the sigil was such that it had shrunk greatly in scale from when it had just been established. However, the power within was even more condensed.

  With just a thought on Yan Zhaoge’s part, the Northern Ocean Clone strode forward, suddenly arriving before the mountain peak.

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  The Northern Ocean Clone approached the mountain peak, pressing his palm on its rocks. The layers of white light that surrounded the mountain peak instantly undulated like water, numerous ripples emanating outwards.

  Yan Zhaoge extended his left hand, drawing numerous runes in mid-air that did not dissipate for a long time.

  When all those runes had come together to form a profound, complex spirit pattern, Yan Zhaoge punched outwards with his right fist.

  Stimulated by his fist-intent, this spirit patter
n landed on the mountain peak that flickered with white light before him.

  The Northern Ocean Clone did not cease in his movements as he continued infusing his true essence within.

  The size of the mountain peak gradually shrunk, the massive sigil above it circulating at a more rapid pace.

  The concept of the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation changed unceasingly, passive at times whilst active at others, slow at times whilst fast at others as the surrounding sky began changing non-stop.

  A powerful force seemed to be awakening within the seal, beginning to stir.

  There seemed to be a violent will that wanted to break out from within as the sound of a roar even vaguely resounded beside the ears of Yan Zhaoge and the Northern Ocean Clone.

  However, accompanied by the circulation of the seal, that roaring will began to slowly weaken. While it was struggling unceasingly, its aura unceasingly deteriorated till it finally vanished.

  The mountain peak grew smaller and smaller. Instead, the spirit pattern above it began gradually expanding in size. At the end of it, it came to resemble the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation somewhat, gradually turning complete.

  Looking within the formation, Yan Zhaoge indistinctly saw four figures, each standing within a corner of the dense white light.

  As the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation expanded once more, a great amount of white light enveloped the surrounding heavens and earth, a world of white light manifesting that isolated the space within.

  That mountain peak gradually vanished within the world of white light, leaving behind only a single, unceasingly distorting sigil.

  At the centre of the sigil was a tiny black dot. While it seemed small, it emanated an extremely heavy feeling, resembling a black hole.

  Yan Zhaoge’s expression did not change as he shot the Northern Ocean Clone a glance.

  The Northern Ocean Clone descended, the Fish Dragon Lance that was half-black and half-gold appearing within his hands.

  As the Northern Ocean Clone pierced outwards, a jet-black point appeared on the tip of his spear, seemingly having drawn all the surrounding light within as it was incomparably heavily to the point that it could have been no heavier.