The Holy Maiden Uncovers My Coffin When I Just Become An Emperor's Corpse-Chapter 163 You Are Waiting to Die!

Black stone monuments appeared, suspended in the air.

A hundred of them arranged one after another, forming a long line that stretched far away.

There were no words on the stone monuments.

They were the Zuowang Divine Steles!

To comprehend the stele, one had to start from the first one.

When a cultivator stood in front of the first Zuowang Divine Stele, writings would appear on it.

The speed at which they appeared was incredibly fast, almost in a single breath. After one breath, they would disappear.

Moreover, the words on it only appeared once for each person trying to comprehend it!

This meant that everyone had only one breath of time to memorize the cultivation spell technique inscribed on the Zuowang Divine Stele.

For ordinary cultivators, being able to remember any of it was already quite impressive.

*If one were to attempt to visit repeatedly to record and comprehend, understanding just one stele at a time,*

*and hoping to accumulate insights over multiple visits,*

*that was not feasible!*

Because after the text on the Zuowang Divine Stele vanished, the cultivation spell technique remembered in the cultivator’s mind would also disappear quickly.

Even the cultivation spell techniques already comprehended would disappear.

However, the insights gained would not vanish.

But many cultivators had varying insights later on.

And because they forgot the cultivation spell techniques, their comprehension errors were significant.

It did not provide much help in comprehending the Zuowang Divine Stele again.

Therefore, the ability to comprehend more of the Zuowang Divine Stele relied entirely on one’s talent and ability.

Comprehending the first Zuowang Divine Stele would unlock the second Zuowang Divine Stele.

And so on, until the one-hundredth Zuowang Divine Stele.

Until today, no one had fully comprehended all one hundred Zuowang Divine Steles.

"The Zuowang Divine Steles have appeared!"

"Last year, I memorized the cultivation spell techniques on the Zuowang Divine Steles, but forgot them all, remembering only a little insight."

"Same here. I don’t know who refined these one hundred Zuowang Divine Steles, but they are truly miraculous!"

"There must be some secret within them!"

Everyone was eager to try, wanting to comprehend the Zuowang Divine Steles.

Even though insights gained might lead to some memory errors in the future,

those insights were very useful to their cultivation at the time.

"The comprehension of the Zuowang Divine Steles begins now.

The first person!" A middle-aged man with a goatee stroked his small beard from the top.

His other hand moved among the crowd.

"Choose me, Vice Dean, choose me!"

"Let me go first, Vice Dean!"

Many people in the crowd jumped, hoping that the middle-aged man with the goatee would choose them.

However, the goatee man’s hand slid over them one by one, finally settling on Yang Yan.

"It’s you, young man," he said with a smile.

Everyone paused, their eyes turning to Yang Yan.

The people in front of him stepped aside, making way.

"It’s him. I know him. He’s a supporter of the Eighth Prince. I didn’t expect him to come to the Wentian Daoist School to comprehend the Zuowang Divine Steles!"

"Now that the Eighth Prince is down on his luck, and he’s offended the Primordial Emperor, he probably wants to enter the Wentian Daoist School to find a backing and hide away for a while!"

"Haha, it’s not that simple to enter the Wentian Daoist School.

No matter how talented he is, if he can’t comprehend three Zuowang Divine Steles at once, there’s no chance for him to enter the Wentian Daoist School!"

"I think he doesn’t even stand a chance to comprehend the Zuowang Divine Steles now. Look at who those people are!"

The crowd jostled, and the Third Prince, Tang Ning, Fifth Prince, Tang Feng, Eleventh Prince, and three sons of ministers pushed through.

A total of seven people!

They opened a path and walked towards Yang Yan.

The seven of them together blocked Yang Yan’s path forward.

"Stop right there!" Tang Ning shouted.

He raised his head with an air of arrogance and a cold expression on his face.

"Today, you cannot comprehend the Zuowang Divine Stele. Come with us," Tang Feng said with one hand behind his back, echoing from the side.

Yang Yan squinted his eyes, *the Profound Qi within him surged!*

Just as he was about to make a move, a figure appeared in front of him. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

It was the Vice Dean with the goatee!

"What are you planning to do?" he asked in a stern voice.

Upon seeing him, Tang Feng and Tang Ning immediately lowered their heads.

Tang Feng and Tang Ning among them had been students of the Wentian Daoist School.

Even until today, they were still students!

And the Vice Dean before them was not only their former teacher but also a powerful cultivator!

Someone deserving respect!

"Vice Dean!" they called out, bowing.

The Third Prince, Tang Ning, then raised his head.

"He offended our father, and we intend to take him back to face punishment," he replied.

Punishment?

"He offended your father. Why wasn’t he punished that day?

Instead, after two days, you’re taking him back?" the Vice Dean with the goatee questioned.

He didn’t believe it!

The Fifth Prince, Tang Feng’s eyes shifted.

"Reporting to the Vice Dean, we only encountered him today.

He was hiding for the past two days, which is why there was a delay."

With a cold snort!

"I think it’s not the Emperor who wants to punish him, but you guys!" the Vice Dean with the goatee said with a knowing look.

The Eleventh Prince spoke up firmly.

"Vice Dean, we indeed want to earn the Emperor’s favor and punish him.

But offending the Emperor is a capital offense in itself.

The Emperor didn’t want Brother Eighth Prince to be upset, so he pardoned him.

As sons, we naturally want to ease our father’s burdens.

We want him to disappear forever and never to return!

We hope the Vice Dean won’t obstruct our filial piety!"

"Indeed, Vice Dean, we are just showing our filial piety.

As the Vice Dean, you should support this.

Moreover, he has offended our father and has no relation to you.

He’s not even a student of the Wentian Daoist School, so you shouldn’t protect him like this," the Third Prince, Tang Ning, echoed.

The Vice Dean with the goatee looked solemn.

"Of course I won’t obstruct your filial piety, but since I chose him to undertake the trial of the Zuowang Divine Stele,

a promise is a promise, and I must let him complete the trial.

I suppose your filial piety won’t disappear with a little delay," he said.

The Third Prince, Tang Ning, the Fifth Prince, Tang Feng, and the Eleventh Prince exchanged glances.

"Should we let him comprehend?"

"Let him comprehend. It’s impossible for a first-timer to understand three Zuowang Divine Steles at once."

"Exactly, the Vice Dean only gives each person the time of one stick incense to comprehend. Even during our first time, we barely grasped the surface of the first Zuowang Divine Stele. He can’t be much stronger than us."

"The Vice Dean clearly wants to protect him and has already relented. If we keep pushing, and Brother Eighth Prince finds out, we won’t accomplish this task."

The three of them exchanged secret transmissions, ending the brief exchange, and nodded.

"If the Vice Dean has spoken, we shall follow suit."

The Vice Dean with the goatee nodded.

"Good, young man, go comprehend the Zuowang Divine Steles."

He then used secret transmission to speak to Yang Yan.

"If you can pass the trial of the Zuowang Divine Steles, I will protect you."

Yang Yan had not expected someone who met by chance, wanting him as a disciple, to step forward and help him.

"Today, you have bought me time. When I establish the Holy Dynasty, I’ll definitely make you the dean of the world’s greatest academy!

You’ll teach countless geniuses!" he thought to himself.

He then began walking forward, as the Third Prince, Tang Ning, transmitted a message to his ear.

"No matter what, you cannot escape. We will wait until you finish comprehending!"

Yang Yan’s gaze deepened.

"You’re waiting for me to finish comprehending?

No, you’re waiting to meet your doom!"

His eyes rested on the first Zuowang Divine Stele, and the words on it instantly appeared.