Chapter 1084: Chapter 72: Eighty-Two Years Cultivating the Mountain, The Young Emperor Wu (End of Volume)
"Ah haha, that was my slip of the tongue, Brother Yunhai, don’t be offended." Heng Yuan chuckled.
Sima Yunhai was originally angered by Pang Yuanzhen’s betrayal of the sect, wanting to take revenge on Liu Tianning, but not only did he fail, he ended up helping Zhao Xing.
Fate, truly indescribable in its wonders.
"Senior Brother, did you hear that just now?" Hu Yang looked towards Zhang Tianxing beside him. "It seems people from Kunyuan Academy are calling for the Saint Heir?"
"Heard it, it’s just nonsense, isn’t it?" Zhang Tianxing scratched his head, "This is a public venue, Kunyuan Academy is just shameless!"
"Who says not?" Hu Yang shrugged, "They even dispatched the vehicles of Xuan Yuan Qingtian—Earth Emperor Peak and Earth Battle Carriage. Even the Ancient Times’ Saint Heir shouldn’t ride those."
"Truly shameless." Zhang Tianxing said sourly. "Zhao Xing wrote the Three Yin and Three Yang Six Qi Great Cycle Theory at the Xuantian Academy branch."
"No chattering." Ling Tianchen glanced at the two of them.
Hu Yang and Zhang Tianxing immediately closed their mouths, switching to transmitting their voices.
Ling Tianchen was too lazy to bother with the two, only staring at Zhao Xing’s figure.
He could feel that some form of transformation was happening to Zhao Xing.
Ling Tianchen had cultivated the Hou Transformation Technique "Chi Wen Transformation" to a highly profound realm, and he could sense the astounding changes in Zhao Xing.
"Could his Hou Transformation Technique have undergone sublimation at the Dragon Court?" Ling Tianchen pondered, "It seems I have to call him to return to Wanhua Cave Heaven afterward."
But recently that’s impossible. Now it’s Kunyuan Underground Palace’s moment of glory.
Anyone wanting Zhao Xing to leave would find themselves in big trouble!
"Luo Hou, haven’t you experienced this kind of spectacle?" King Heavenly Destiny asked with a laugh.
"Indeed, I haven’t." Luo Hou King shook his head: "His Majesty almost had the Sixth Rank Dance Master Ji Mengjun perform on the spot."
Ji Mengjun did not come, but she still attended the ceremony, and she sent her disciple, a Five-step Dance Master, into the ceremonial dance team.
But this kind of spectacle, enviable though it is, cannot be envied. To get back a piece of symbolic and unparalleled Divine Artifact is not just about having strength.
"Please move, Spirit Mountain Envoy!"
At Kunyuan Academy, Meng Kun finally showed some restraint and ceased to call him Saint Heir.
If not the Saint Heir, Zhao Xing must be addressed by his largest, most prestigious, and Kunyuan Academy-related position.
Zhao Xing originally held a post in the academy, but nothing exceeds Spirit Mountain Envoy.
Zhao Xing rose and descended the cloud ladder.
"Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh~"
Countless eyes were fixed on Zhao Xing, each gaze filled with intense emotion, mostly of the highest caliber, as the highest rank witnesses were closest.
Under the spotlight of all!
If it were just any person, their legs might have turned to jelly.
But Zhao Xing’s every step was stable, carrying the Kunyuan Divine Hoe without looking to the sides, and step by step reached Xuan Yuan Qingtian.
"Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing, paying respects to the Dean!" Zhao Xing slightly bowed; after all, he was holding the Shennong Hoe.
Xuan Yuan Qingtian, true to his name, was extremely tall, over two meters tall, with a resolute face, showing no sign of aging. He wore a bright yellow Kunyuan Robe, an Earth Spirit Hat on his head, and a pin through his hat.
He asked loudly, "Spirit Mountain Envoy Zhao Xing, what is that in your hand?"
Zhao Xing answered, "Earth God Artifact, Kunyuan Divine Hoe!"
"What wondrous uses does it have to be called a Divine Artifact?"
Zhao Xing announced loudly:
"Move the Spirit Veins of Eight Directions, fill the Four Seas!"
"Move the Nine Heaven Peaks, explore the source of the earth!"
"Its magic can commune with the gods, its wonders are endless!"
Xuan Yuan Qingtian flapped his sleeves, bowing and saluting: "Xuan Yuan Qingtian, leading the whole of Kunyuan Academy, welcomes the return of the Divine Artifact!"
"Welcome the Divine Artifact’s return!"
The dense crowd immediately saluted toward the Divine Artifact.
All Ministers of Agriculture, whether from Kunyuan Academy or not, were moved to tears at this moment.
Zhao Xing held high the Kunyuan Divine Hoe, the endless brilliant light of the artifact shone upon him, as if the Earth God had been reincarnated.
After three rounds of worship, there were still formalities to complete.
Xuan Yuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing, holding the Kunyuan Divine Hoe together, would relocate a Spirit Mountain on the spot to demonstrate the artifact’s might.
The top-ranked Spirit Mountain or second-ranked Qing Mountain were not suitable for demonstration.
The choice was Qingtian Mountain, ranked fifteenth among the Spirit Mountains in the world.
This was also the Spirit Mountain nurtured by Xuan Yuan Qingtian, representing his life’s achievements.
Qingtian Mountain stood tens of thousands of feet tall, with perilous peaks as if a sword piercing the sky.
After a series of complex rituals, Xuan Yuan Qingtian and Zhao Xing flew together to Qingtian Mountain.
Countless Earth Mirrors broadcasted live.
The old and the young grasped the Shennong Hoe together, striking it down.
The mountaintop quaked, and the next moment, gold light flashed.
The enormous Spirit Mountain vanished instantly, leaving only a basin!
"Boom~"
The crowd erupted in thunderous cheers.
"The power of the Divine Artifact is terrifying!"
"Earth God Artifact! This is the legendary Earth God Artifact!"
"Move the Nine Heaven Peaks, explore the source of the earth!"
"To witness the power of a Divine Artifact in this life, I would die without regret!"
"What the hell! Such a huge mountain, just disappeared like that?"
"Brother, could you be more refined? It makes us martial artists look like we only know crude language."
"What high opinion do you have?"
"Uh... forget it, the Divine Artifact is awesome!"
"..."
In the sky, Zhao Xing felt the Kunyuan Divine Hoe becoming incomparably heavy, causing his hand to sink.
Fortunately, Xuan Yuan Qingtian timely applied force, preventing him from dropping with the artifact.
At this moment, the hoe blade shimmered with a miniature mountain.
How heavy was the Spirit Mountain, tens of thousands of feet high?
No matter how powerful the artifact is, Zhao Xing alone could never lift it.
Luckily, Xuan Yuan Qingtian bore most of the pressure, allowing Zhao Xing to maintain his grip.
Xuan Yuan Qingtian smiled at Zhao Xing, signaling reassurance, and together they raised the divine hoe, proclaiming to the world: "Kunyuan Divine Hoe, truly a Divine Artifact!"