Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Lingxiao Blessed Land.

In one corner of the blessed land, a mountain peak rose abruptly from the ground.

Unlike the other peaks, this one was rugged and strange, with grotesque stones forming something like a heavenly gate, and bizarre trees densely growing below.

Different from the other spirit peaks which were saturated with dense spiritual energy, this newly born Dragon Gate Peak seemed completely devoid of spiritual energy, as if all laws and techniques were suppressed.

Even in the mundane world, there was still a faint trace of spiritual energy—for it was the foundation of all cultivation.

And the Lingxiao Blessed Land possessed high-grade spirit veins, further nourished by two ancient divine trees, with spiritual energy so rich it could almost be condensed into liquid.

Yet on this spirit peak within such a land, there was not the slightest hint of spiritual energy. This meant that any cultivator here, once their true essence was depleted, would find no way to replenish it.

Its presence was like a drop of black ink falling into a clear spring—startlingly conspicuous…

At this moment, Su Zhou was standing inside Dragon Gate Peak.

Sensing the emptiness around him, his eyes slowly lifted, looking toward the peak’s highest point.

“Absorb the spiritual energy of an entire peak, channel it into the Dragon Gate, and nurture boundless fortune…”

“This Dragon Gate Peak… is quite intriguing…”

Entering Dragon Gate Peak, every single step would consume one’s true essence, and none of it could be restored.

After ten steps, all cultivation would be stripped away—reduced to a mere mortal, walking amidst desolation.

With each step forward, boundless pressure would assail from the eight directions of the western sky.

Then, before one’s eyes, a radiant Dragon Gate would manifest—seen only by the one walking.

And once the gate was crossed, fortune would descend!

Su Zhou strode powerfully through Dragon Gate Peak. Within him, the Three Thousand Daos resonated, forming a world of their own.

Ignoring all suppression, his steps brought him directly beneath the Dragon Gate.

Then—with a single stride—he stepped through!

The fish leaps over the dragon gate!

At that moment, a dragon’s shadow seemed to groan atop Dragon Gate Peak, and waves of miraculous energy shrouded Su Zhou.

Transforming him—elevating him.

At the same time, one of the sword techniques he had once mastered underwent a wondrous metamorphosis.

[Ding!! Dragon Gate Baptism—Heaven-tier sword technique “One Sword Opens Heaven’s Gate” has evolved into—Ancient Sword Art: “Sword Twenty-Three”!]

[Sword Twenty-Three: An ancient sword technique inherited from the Sword Sage of antiquity, it fuses all supreme sword principles into one—one slash cleaves all space; even time stands still!]

“Oh?” Feeling the strangeness of Dragon Gate Peak, Su Zhou couldn’t help but exclaim with new wonder.

The carp leaps over the Dragon Gate and transforms—it truly carried such magical power.

Not only did it enhance his physical body by nearly half a tier, but it also birthed an ancient sword art.

Don’t underestimate that mere half-step improvement. Su Zhou’s body was already unimaginably powerful, enough to rival an entire minor world.

And yet the Dragon Gate still pushed his physique further. Let alone granting him an ancient sword technique.

If Su Zhou could gain so much here—what terrifying growth could ordinary clan members achieve by crossing the gate?

This Dragon Gate Peak suppressed all techniques and required one to rely solely on themselves.

And the Dragon Gate was not something everyone could see—only those who gathered great fortune and unshakable will could perceive it.

As for talent… once one leapt over the Dragon Gate, even a mortal could be called a supreme prodigy.

Thinking of this, Su Zhou transmitted his divine sense.

His majestic voice immediately echoed across the entire clan land:

“All disciples of the Su Clan are to enter Dragon Gate Peak. The first to leap across the Dragon Gate…”

“Regardless of talent, regardless of cultivation realm—shall become the Su Clan’s Sixth Sequence!”

Once those words fell, every young member of the Su Clan was driven into a frenzy.

Ever since the Sequence System had been established, out of the ten slots, five still remained vacant—none worthy enough to take them.

Now, merely by crossing this Dragon Gate Peak’s Dragon Gate, one could be granted a personal title from the Clan Leader and enter the sequence?

How could they not be excited? How could they not go mad?!

“Dragon Gate Peak!! Isn’t that the strange peak that appeared recently?!”

“Strange peak? That’s our opportunity!!”

“Exactly!! Let’s go! I can’t wait to get my own title!”

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“Bullshit! The title is mine!!”

One by one, Su Clan disciples surged toward Dragon Gate Peak.

At the base of a solitary mountain, a tall youth looked toward Dragon Gate Peak.

“Heh~ Dragon Gate Peak… I wonder if someone like me—a useless cripple—has any chance.”

“I think I’m the only one in the whole Su Clan with zero cultivation…”

Su Chensha stood up, straightened his body, and began running toward Dragon Gate Peak. His eyes were crystal clear.

Feeling the passion and madness of his clansmen, Su Zhou’s lips curled into a faint smile.

Then, he turned to leave—lest his presence hinder their performance.

With a single thought, he returned to Lingxiao Hall.

At this time, Su Hao had awakened and was squatting on the ground, curiously examining the Leaf of Reversing Three Lifetimes.

He even seemed like he wanted to pluck it to have a better look.

Children were children—no matter how sensible, once they were in a safe and comfortable environment, their nature would shine through.

Su Zhou was happy to see this. After all, little Hao’er had suffered far too much in the past.

At that moment, a subtle shift stirred in the world—as if a new path had opened.

Su Zhou looked to the horizon, his lips curling again.

“The Path of Invincibility—let me see if you can truly walk it to the end.”

“Let me see what your path will be.”

Su Zhou murmured, a glint of expectation in his eyes.

“The Path of Invincibility… sounds amazing…”

Little Hao’er had come to Su Zhou’s side without notice.

His watery eyes looked toward the heavens, as though he could see a brilliant, dazzling road in the sky.

“Hahaha, one of your clan brothers has chosen to walk that road.”

Su Zhou smiled and replied.

“Awesome! Clan brother is amazing! I want to walk that road too!”

“I also want to walk the Path of Invincibility!”

Little Su Hao said in his childish voice.

This made Su Zhou smile warmly. Indeed, Hao’er possessed the heart of invincibility—he would one day walk this path again.

What a coincidence—Su Nan was now walking the Path of Invincibility, seeking to suppress all heaven’s pride.

In a few years, his younger clan brother would walk it again.

Thinking of this, Su Zhou couldn’t help but pity those so-called heaven’s chosen.

One with a Red Destiny, another with a Black Destiny—either of them was rarer than rare over tens of thousands of years.

And now, these two would walk the same road from the same clan. How fortunate… or how unlucky.

“Very well, Hao’er shall walk the Path of Invincibility in the future too.”

Su Zhou chuckled.

Seeing the Clan Leader so pleased, Su Hao continued:

“Mmhm!! Hao’er wants to walk that path—and also that other one…”

“That path… that path is…”

Su Hao pointed at the heavens. He could see it—but couldn’t describe it.

Yet Su Zhou looked toward where his finger pointed.

In his eyes, reincarnation turned, karma flowed.

He saw, beside the Path of Invincibility, another road—dark, eerie, filled with bones.

A path so narrow, it allowed no companions.

A lonely path of the Great Dao.

It was a path no one had ever fully walked from ancient times until now.

A path so bitter that for all eternity, none could walk beside you.

So bitter, that one could only sit and watch all living beings fade—alone, severing all of history.

It was a road even harder to tread than the Path of Emperors.

Just then, Su Zhou suddenly sensed something.

He looked toward the direction of the Canglan Domain, his lips curving again.

“A guardian?”

“As if everyone doesn’t have one?”

….

“Seventh Young Master, have you truly decided? In a peer battle, if I intervene—you’ll lose your qualification.”

Onboard an airship, an old, hunched figure slowly stepped forward.

Each of his steps summoned a flash of blue lightning.

With each step, a full moon would rise behind him. After eight steps, eight moons appeared, dimming the radiance of the sun.

With the ninth step, a ninth moon appeared, no longer gentle but radiating the power of a blazing sun.

Mastery of the Ninth Moon of Lunar Dominion!

Once the moon transforms into sun, one could perfectly grasp the power of the laws—unifying them to even borrow a sliver of the Dao’s might.

Such beings were venerated as kings across all realms!

Though this old man had yet to step into that level, the moon behind him already showed signs of transforming into a sun.

His mastery of the laws was nearing perfection—one more step, and he’d half-enter the Sun-Veiling Realm.

The moment he appeared, heaven and earth fell silent.

The Su Clan’s young prodigies tensed up—this old man was too terrifying, too dazzling!