Refining the Mountains and Rivers

Chapter 553B – The Situation Has Been Decided

Chapter 553B – The Situation Has Been Decided

Heavenwait Square.

Qin Yu frowned, his complexion not too good to look at. Ripples appeared in the space around the stone tablet, wanting to engulf it. Although he didn’t know what the black stone tablet was, his intuition told him that he couldn’t let this happen.

However, there were many taboos within the Holy Palace. The smallest accident and he would put himself in dire peril.

In an instant, a thought appeared in Qin Yu’s heart. Without further consideration he erupted with the complete aura of his Emperor level Demon Body. His blood energy began to instantly seethe with excitement and his robes flapped around him. This was a truly heaven-shocking momentum. Even his body seemed to grow several inches, his dignity and majesty like the arrival of a great emperor.

This move was indeed useful. The stone tablet seemed attracted to the aura of his Emperor level Demon Body. It gently trembled, resisting the swallowing power of the spatial fluctuations. Both sides were locked in a tug of war.

Because there was now a connection between them, Qin Yu could sense this black stone tablet emitting an inexplicable sense of dignity that caused his heart to race.

Inheritance…this stone tablet was an inheritance…and it was incomparably formidable!

At this moment, Qin Yu thought of the Mu Family. The Demon Envoy said that they had been making great movements in secret, but because they had concealed themselves so well, he hadn’t been able to determine just what they were doing. Could it be related to this black stone tablet?

As this thought passed, Qin Yu’s eyes filled with resolve. Whether or not this was related to the Mu Family, since this stone tablet had been placed in front of him, it didn’t make sense for it to be taken back.

He took a step forward and the blue stones beneath his feet were instantly smashed apart. The entire great square started to thunder and shake. The Holy Son Armor automatically appeared around Qin Yu and his aura rose drastically.

The Demon Body was the highest body tempering art of the Demonic Path, but in the end, it was something used for fighting. Not only did it assist in cultivation, but it was overwhelmingly tyrannical in slaughtering one’s enemies. It paid great attention to being absolutely stronger than the enemy.

After taking one step, Qin Yu didn’t have any intention of stopping. He took a second step after. His blood energy surged within him even faster and blue veins started to pop up on his forehead.

Third step…fourth step…fifth step…

With loud rumblings following every step, he came closer and closer to the black stone tablet. This aura rose once more, and demonic energy appeared above him, forming a giant demon head. It was faint and ethereal, its illusory eyes closed as if it could vanish in the next gust of wind.

But when Qin Yu took the seventh step, the demon head thoroughly condensed. Its eyes opened, like two bolts of lightning tearing through the endless fog!

The spatial fluctuations around the black stone tablet suddenly froze and fell apart. Qin Yu seemed to hear pained screams of resentment ringing in his ears.

He paused. The wild blood energy within his body slowly returned to normal. His bones cracked and creaked as he shrank down to his original size. Then, with a stuffy cough, blood flowed out from his nose and mouth.

The Demon Body was strong when it was strong, but it wasn’t without limits. In ways it was similar to secret arts that overdraw one’s powers. If it were to display a strength that surpassed a person’s limits, that person naturally had to withstand a backlash.

Qin Yu looked up at the demon head that was dissipating and he realized something. The Holy Imperial Palace was where the Holy Monarch lived in the Holy Palace. And, the condition for becoming the Holy Monarch was only one: that was to achieve a Saint level Demon Body. Although he was only at the Emperor level, he could just barely summon the demonic energy within the Holy Imperial Palace to form the demon head above him.

If it weren’t for that, then today he likely wouldn’t have been able to obtain the stone tablet. Not just that, but because of his impulsive actions he would have been severely wounded. The scream that echoed out just now might have seemed like an illusion, but because Qin Yu had the Cosmic Seacross Bell he could clearly make out the hatred and unwillingness in it.

Just who wanted to take away the stone tablet?

After some uncertainty, Qin Yu took a deep breath and wiped the blood from his lips. He stepped in front of the black stone tablet and placed his hand atop it.

The moment Qin Yu’s hand fell, more figures arrived in Heavenwait Square. Two of them were Mu Mo and Dong Hanzhu. The former just happened to see Qin Yu clearly place his hand on the black stone tablet. His eyes popped open and he screeched in sorrow and anger, “Noo!”

He rushed forward as if he had gone insane.

But before Mu Mo could approach, a ring of black and purple light erupted outwards. It struck him and sent him flying backwards, spitting out mouthfuls of blood.

He crashed into the ground, splitting open the blue stone tiles and tearing a great gash. Even so, Mu Mo’s eyes were kept locked onto Qin Yu’s body. As he saw the black and purple halo of light grow increasingly thick, submerging Qin Yu’s form, Mu Mo’s eyes filled with despair and hate.

This was his! This should all be his!

It was over…it was all over…

Dong Hanzhu’s pupils shrank. He came from the wealthy and prominent Dong Family, and he also possessed an extremely high status within the Demonic Path. Naturally, his field of vision was correspondingly high. It was clear that Yao Bin had obtained some formidable inheritance as soon as he entered the Holy Palace…the halo of light was black and purple and its aura was boundless, just like…Dong Hanzhu licked his lips, and even though he possessed a formidable willpower, he still felt as if he had turned into a block of wood.

Yao Bin already rode in the skies high above them. If things were as he thought now, how could he ever catch up to him?

Mu Mo’s hands stabbed into the ground. Ignoring the blood dripping from his ten fingers, he forced himself to a stop. He leapt up onto his feet, his hair disheveled and ruined. “Everyone! Yao Bin has obtained the Holy Monarch’s inheritance! But he hasn’t fused with it yet. If anyone can wrest it from him, they can soar into the heavens!”

Everyone was stunned. They didn’t care how Mu Mo could know this. Their eyes began to fill with a burning heat.

Holy Monarch’s inheritance, this was the Holy Monarch’s inheritance!

Even if they knew that Mu Mo was deliberately trying to cause chaos and then make a move later, no one was able to resist this temptation.

If there were only one or two people here, then with Qin Yu’s reputation serving as a deterrence, it was likely no one would have dared to make a move. But more and more people were beginning to appear in the square.

If everyone attacked together, then no matter how fierce this surname Yao was, he definitely wouldn’t be able to block their joint attack.

If they were somehow lucky and managed to obtain this inheritance, they could change their destiny!

Mu Mo roared out in anxiousness. “Everyone, do not hesitate for any longer! Once he fuses with the inheritance none of us will have another chance!”

Before his voice fell, within everyone’s burning gaze, that black and purple halo of light that possessed an unparalleled dignity began to collapse inward. In the next blink of an eye it vanished to reveal Qin Yu’s figure.

Shua –

His eyes opened. Within his pitch black pupils, there seemed to be a thousand flashes of thunder. A vast majesty descended, sweeping over the world.

Mu Mo stiffened. His mouth was open but he couldn’t breathe, like a fish tossed onto the beach. His eyes were full of despair.

Inheritance…it had been taken…no more chance…there was no chance at all…

His eyes turned around and around. Tiny blood vessels started to burst open on the surface of his eyes, slowly turning them blood red.

“Ahhh! Yao Bin, I’ll kill you!”

With a sorrowful and shrill scream, Mu Mo’s body lit up with white flames. It seemed icy cold, but it actually contained a terrifyingly high heat. Space began to violently distort around him.

Qin Yu’s gaze was faint. He looked towards Mu Mo who was crazily rushing towards him and thrust out a palm. A hand appeared in the void, ruthlessly crashing down on Mu Mo.

There was a loud crash as a giant palmprint appeared in the ground. Mu Mo lay within it, blood gushing out from all across his body, drenching his robes and dyeing the crushed stones red. The white flames that surrounded him had been directly snuffed out.

“Trying to kill me? Do you want to die?”

His voice was calm, but every word contained an inexhaustible dignity. He was like a god sitting above the highest heavens, with the absolute power to reap life with just a single command!

Rumble rumble –

In the skies above the Holy Palace, thunderclouds began to appear. Their light pierced through the skies, extending for 100,000 miles outwards. A billowing voice resounded through the heavens…in celebration of glory! The position of Holy Son had been settled. Starting from today, this Holy Palace that had been vacant for 100,000 years finally welcomed its new half-master!

Within Heavenwait Square, everyone’s faces paled and their eyes filled with helplessness. They all thought that they would bet everything on this attempt, but before they could even try, all their hopes and wishes had been dashed.

Faint traces of purple and black light appeared once more. From the stones beneath their feet, from the surrounding temples, from each and every corner of the Holy Palace, all of this light gathered within Qin Yu, slowly condensing into a beautiful long robe that emitted an unparalleled sense of dignity. Every texture and line seemed to contain the highest knowledge of the heavens and earth. Just by standing there the rules twisted around him, as if prostrating themselves to him.

Although the Holy Son Armor had a special name, it wasn’t unique. Anyone in the Demonic Path who made great contributions would also have the chance to obtain it. But when it came to the named vestments of the Demonic Path, there were only two. One was called the Great Saint Robe, used specifically by His Majesty the Holy Monarch. The next was the Little Saint Robe, possessed by His Highness the Holy Son.

With the Little Saint Robe on his body, there was no need for anyone to grant him a title or give him approval. From this point on, Qin Yu was the sole Holy Son of the Demonic Path…this was a supremely respected status!

Theoretically speaking, while the throne of the Holy Monarch was empty, Qin Yu was the highest figure of the Demonic Path.

The rules distorted and space trembled, making it seem as if Qin Yu was placed in a dim fog, his glory and dignity that much greater. He slowly swept his eyes around, and wherever he looked, the complexions of people would change.

There were no mediocre individuals amongst those that had the qualifications to enter the Holy Palace today. Yet, no matter how arrogant or prideful they were, they could only lower their heads beneath Qin Yu’s gaze.

“You all want to kill me?”

These words were as heavy as a mountain. No one dared to withstand it.

Puff –

Puff –

Puff –

“We greet Your Highness!” Someone finally gave in and knelt to the ground, bowing. A second followed, then a third.

Dong Hanzhu’s eyes revealed a pained struggle. But when he looked at Qin Yu’s ice-cold expression, he knew that he was trying to set up his prestige today. Even if they were old acquaintances, he knew that Qin Yu wouldn’t hold back.

He took a deep breath and fell to his knees, lowering his head. Although there was unwillingness in his heart, there was no hate. This was because he was well aware that if their positions were swapped today, he would do the same.

Dong Hanzhu kneeling crushed the last remnants of willpower in the several remaining people. Even Dong Hanzhu had bowed his head, so what qualifications did they have to resist Qin Yu? Only Mu Mo was lying hapless in the crushed palm print on the ground. His complexion was deathly white and he looked like a piece of rotten wood that had lost all vitality.

Even though Qin Yu’s feelings were formidable, he still felt choked with emotions. From the moment he stepped into the Land of Divinity and Demons to the time he came here, he had survived countless life or death situations. But after today, thanks to his status as the Demonic Path Holy Palace’s Holy Son, there was no one in the entire Land of Divinity and Demons that could easily judge his life or death.

This was not because his strength rose, but because his status had changed.

Compared to breaking through to the Calamity Immortal realm, becoming the Holy Palace’s Holy Son was much more difficult.

Looking at the entire Demonic Path for the last 100,000 years, how many Calamity Immortals had appeared?

As for Holy Sons? There was only Qin Yu!