Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1556 - 1547: Divine Statue Transmit

"You!"

Chen Han coughed up blood, looking at Mo Wangchen with disbelief in his eyes.

He couldn’t believe it!

Both were at the first level of the Ancient God Realm, yet he was so vulnerable in the face of his opponent.

All around, everyone was stunned, including those Northern Desolate Pride.

By now, no one dared to step forward and attack Mo Wangchen.

Even someone like Chen Han, reputed as one of the top fighters beneath the Saint Heir, couldn’t withstand a single blow from Mo Wangchen. This was a genius they couldn’t suppress just with numbers.

"Such terrifying combat power; he alone has intimidated hundreds of Northern Desolate Pride. Among the same realm, probably only a Saint Level genius besides him could achieve such a feat, right?" Someone marveled, still unable to recover from the shock.

"Swoosh!"

Suddenly, the heavily injured Chen Han leapt up, transforming into a streak of light, attempting to flee this place.

He clearly realized that even if all Northern Desolate Pride joined forces, they couldn’t suppress Mo Wangchen.

If he stayed here, he would definitely be slain, thus losing the qualification to enter the Second Heaven.

"Buzz..."

Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, stepping on Lin’s True Technique as he pursued, he naturally couldn’t let this chance slip by, "Can you escape?"

In an instant after he spoke, he appeared before Chen Han, not wasting words, his palm already brimming with overwhelming Divine Power, striking out instantly.

"No!"

Chen Han’s expression changed dramatically, unwilling to die just like that. With his strength, if not for provoking Mo Wangchen, he could definitely make it above the Fifth Heaven.

"Boom!"

However, it was too late. Mo Wangchen didn’t hold back at all, his palm shattering Chen Han into a mist of blood.

"Shush!"

After finishing everything, he returned to the ground, sweeping his cold gaze over the surviving Northern Desolate geniuses, saying, "This peak is forbidden to Northern Desolate Cultivators. You have ten breaths to leave, or face the consequences."

The crowd dared to be angry but couldn’t speak, even Chen Han was killed, what could they do?

They had just tried all hands against Mo Wangchen, but still couldn’t harm him at all. Instead, nearly a hundred of them were killed by him.

"Go, inform the Tianlan Saint of what happened here!"

Someone whispered, then took the lead to leave the foot of the Absolute Peak, and naturally, other Northern Desolate geniuses didn’t dare stay longer, following one after another and leaving.

"Ascend the mountain."

After all the Northern Desolate people left, Mo Wangchen glanced at the group of over sixty people, directly saying.

Their hearts were filled with excitement and relief. Such a terrifying genius, fortunately, came from the Eastern Desolate like them. Otherwise, who could withstand him if truly opposed?

"Buzz..."

Mo Wangchen advanced towards the ancient stairs. However, just as he stepped onto them, a strong sense of oppression descended upon him, "Is there pressure even on this ancient staircase?"

He frowned and muttered to himself, then took a second step, and the pressure on him grew stronger.

Luckily, this pressure had no significant effect on Mo Wangchen, he ascended as if walking on level ground, while most of the sixty-odd people following him could no longer move halfway up, with only a few able to barely continue.

"Bang!"

Finally, someone couldn’t bear it any longer, directly shattered by the tremendous pressure into a mist of blood, losing the qualification for the trial.

"Let’s go too!"

At the foot of the mountain, the cultivators who had arrived from all directions couldn’t hold back any longer since Mo Wangchen hadn’t stopped them from ascending, and with the divine statue right in front of them, how could they miss the opportunity?

Suddenly, everyone rushed upwards, but the pressure of the ancient staircase became their biggest obstacle. Most were stopped halfway, the pressure was so strong as if carrying a mountain, making progress impossible.

But a few persisted and eventually reached the summit!

The grand and majestic divine statue stood atop the Absolute Peak, a man holding a Holy Sword. As Mo Wangchen and those who succeeded in the climb approached, standing before the massive statue, they felt utterly insignificant.

Looking around, beneath the statue’s feet was a cushion, and behind it on the statue were seven Purple Crystals.

"I once heard the Supreme Elder say that those seven Purple Crystals represent seven days. If one could sit on this cushion for seven days, making all seven Purple Crystals light up, it means gaining the statue’s recognition and entering the Second Heaven." A distinguished Disciple from a Sacred Land spoke.

Hearing this, everyone’s eyes turned fervent, yet no one acted rashly because Mo Wangchen was still there.

Everyone’s gaze turned toward him, only to see Mo Wangchen remain silent for a moment, then make his way to the cushion, sitting cross-legged with his back to the statue.

"Buzz..."

Meanwhile, the statue behind him suddenly shook gently; an immensely powerful sense of oppression descended on Mo Wangchen, causing his expression to darken.

This strong pressure was unprecedented. Even the pressure on the ancient stairs was not one-tenth of this.

Moreover, Mo Wangchen found that as he sat, the pressure gradually intensified, though not obvious, he still felt it.

"Seven days..."

"This pressure will keep growing stronger, reaching a point after seven days that many cannot withstand. This trial is indeed challenging."

Sitting on the cushion, he mused, initially, many were filtered out at the Immortal Sect entrance, and the ancient stairs’ pressure stopped most of the rest.

Now, seated on this cushion, the pressure was even more terrifying. With so many eliminations, few truly qualify to enter the Second Heaven.

And it’s these few who genuinely qualify to compete for the recognition of the thousand divine statues!

"For some reason, my heart suddenly feels much more at peace."

At the same time, Mo Wangchen noticed that sitting on this cushion calmed one’s mind. He could distinctly feel that an invisible set of Heaven and Earth Laws was evolving around him.

If he could explore and understand something from this, it would be immensely beneficial.

"It’s a form of swordsmanship!"

Soon, Mo Wangchen realized in surprise that the surrounding laws were evolving a sword technique, extremely profound and difficult to fathom in a short period.

"These statues are performing some kind of ’Transmit’? Could the so-called recognition be to comprehend this sword technique within seven days?" Mo Wangchen squinted his eyes, a gleam flashing.