I Fabricated the Techniques, but my disciple really mastered them? - Chapter 338

Chapter 338: Chapter 198: Attack on the Heaven Alliance, On the Verge of Eruption
 

The Alliance Against Heaven was established, gathering Great Grandmasters from all corners of the world, with their sights set on Canglan Island, aiming directly at the legendary Martial Arts Celestial.

The entire Inner Realm Martial Arts Realm, all major powers, were focused on the response from Canglan Island.

However, Canglan Island remained unresponsive.

It was as if they were completely disdainful of the Alliance Against Heaven.

“Good, very good, worthy of being a Martial Arts Celestial, let’s see how he maintains his superiority!”

Within the Alliance, a host of Great Grandmasters were as if humiliated, seething with anger.

“Let’s go and flatten Canglan Island!”

The strong members of the Alliance, led by demons, the retired empress from the Great Yue country, and the man with the green face, and other half-Celestial powerhouses, headed straight for Canglan Island.

The entire Inner Realm was shaken, from Grandmasters to Ninth Grade Martial Artists, all were focused on the battle of Canglan Island.

At this moment, the legends of the Martial Arts Celestial and the name of Canglan Island were known even by Ninth Grade Martial Artists in remote areas.

The most talked-about topics in the entire Inner Realm were the Spiritual Realm Gate, the legend of the Martial Arts Celestial, and the Alliance’s intent to rebel against the Martial Arts Celestial of Canglan Island.

It was hailed as the greatest event in the history of Inner Realm Martial Arts in ten thousand years.

The affairs within the Inner Realm were turbulent, but Xu Yan and Meng Chong knew nothing about it.

In the bitterly cold north, with harsh winds howling and large snowflakes drifting from the sky, the ground was covered with several feet of snow, and a tall figure walked on the snowy ground.

“Can you not hang on me?”

Meng Chong looked visibly annoyed.

Zi Yun curled up on him like a little kitten.

“I’m cold!”

Zi Yun murmured.

Meng Chong really wanted to pull her off and beat her up, but considering the Storage Bag, he held back for the time being.

“Are we almost there?”

Meng Chong continued to move forward.

The cold wind blew against him, but Meng Chong felt no chill; instead, he felt some enlightenment as a golden body acupoint operated, gathering the cold essence of the world.

The foundation of the Great Solar Body was almost nurtured to its limit.

Once it reached its limit, it would be time to breakthrough to the Tongxuan Realm.

“Just ahead, between the two mountains, there lies a vast gorge, our destination for this trip.”

Zi Yun pointed ahead.

Meng Chong looked up, seeing mountain peaks standing tall, almost like the boundaries of heaven and Earth, and there were rumors in the Inner Realm that the northern mountains marked the frontier.

Finally reaching Zi Yun’s destination, the gorge formed between two peaks, Meng Chong took one step into the gorge and his expression turned solemn.

“What is this?”

The scene in the gorge seemed to be a battlefield where strong beings had unleashed a massive battle, leaving traces of the aftermath. Even the massive white snow could not cover it.

From the traces of the fierce battle, Meng Chong was shocked to discover that the martial artists involved in the fight had unimaginable strength, far beyond what he could currently compare to.

Even Xu Yan, after breaking through to the Tongxuan Realm, did not possess the power of those who fought here.

“This is the place; the further inside you go, the colder it gets, and there are some dangers, so be careful.”

Zi Yun said with excitement and a heavy heart.

Meng Chong took a deep breath and stepped further into the gorge, where the cold was even more intense, so chilling that it seemed it could seep into one’s body and freeze the blood.

Ahead, there was a large pit with a Spiritual Medicine growing.

A Fifth Grade Spiritual Medicine!

Zi Yun came down from him, her body emitting a faint purple light, and carefully climbed down into the pit to harvest the Spiritual Medicine and place it into the Storage Bag.

Continuing forward, she stayed close to Meng Chong, looking slightly nervous.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

The snow was lifted up but seemed to transform into a huge palm slamming down.

“Be careful!”

Zi Yun spoke anxiously.

Meng Chong frowned; this palm strike wasn’t from an existing enemy but was rather a strike left by a strong being from the past, lingering in some unknown way.

Boom!

Meng Chong punched out, the wind and thunder fierce, directly obliterating the palm.

The moment the huge palm collapsed and vanished, Meng Chong’s expression changed; he felt a faint fluctuation, something familiar…

Was it a Remnant Soul or resentment?

He recalled the battle with Senior Wu, where during a life-and-death crisis, he ultimately killed Senior Wu, and on a creature, there was such a light fluctuation.

Although, the fluctuation from this palm was much weaker than what that creature had emitted and seemed to carry some resentment.

However, he knew that this fluctuation might be the resentment or Remnant Soul of a Celestial!

“What place is this?”

Meng Chong looked at Zi Yun with a serious expression.

He wasn’t the novice in the Martial Arts realm he had been before. After encountering a half-Celestial, he understood that Senior Wu was possessed by a Celestial Remnant Soul.

Back then, he killed a disabled Celestial!

“The Demon Hunting Battlefield!”

Upon seeing Meng Chong obliterate the palm, Zi Yun immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Back then, she stopped right there, blown away by a palm strike, severely injured.

“Rumors say that in the past, the Demon Lord came from the Spiritual Realm Gate, and that there were other powerhouses who came from the Spiritual Realm Gate to hunt the Demon Lord…”

Zi Yun leaned on Meng Chong and started to share the legends of the Demon Hunting Battlefield.

…

In the middle of the encircling mountains, there was a protruding hill where Xu Yan and Du Yuying walked towards.

“There is the entrance to the Celestial Tomb.”

Du Yuying joyfully pointed at the small hill.

Xu Yan, constantly as if a breeze was brushing him and Du Yuying, wore a curious expression. How strong is a true Martial Arts Celestial, really?