Chapter 619: Competition Among the Wayless Sect's Second-Generation Disciples
Forest crossroads.
The coffin lid cracked open a slight angle.
Lin Mo disregarded this completely.
Perhaps it could be said that he was already incapable of sensing the outside world.
Intense emotions had overwhelmed his consciousness.
At this moment, Lin Mo was like a walking corpse.
If things continued this way,
soon, Lin Mo would be completely suppressed by his own negative emotions, his consciousness entering a state of closure.
At that time, it would be very difficult to awaken Lin Mo's consciousness, and his body, under the influence of the negative emotions, would instinctively carry out killings as a way to vent.
But the coffin seemed utterly unwilling to see Lin Mo end up this way.
From the small crack that had opened, a stream of murky gas was emitted.
This gas enveloped Lin Mo.
The next moment, all of Lin Mo's negative emotions receded.
As the gas felt the fading of Lin Mo's negative emotions, it quietly peeled off.
The originally murky gas turned to a dark black color.
This dark black gas then flowed back into the coffin.
As the dark black gas poured back in,
the coffin's luminescence intensified a notch.
Boom!
The coffin closed once more, and after a thunderous boom, it returned to stillness.
And as the coffin closed, Lin Mo's eyes slowly opened.
His consciousness had returned.
But within his eyes, negative emotions like hatred and anger still lingered.
Such negative emotions were not the type that could be simply siphoned away.
As far as Lin Mo was concerned, as long as he breathed, this hatred would not dissipate.
"Burial Sky Coffin…"
Lin Mo bowed his head slightly, glancing at the Profound Iron Coffin beside him.
He had received information about this coffin.
Or rather, the coffin had actively transmitted its information to him.
His birthright artifact was not something useless.
But rather, it was a very powerful Magical Treasure.
Named the Burial Sky Coffin.
Signifying the burial of everything.
Each time he slayed a being, the Burial Sky Coffin would absorb its Primordial Spirit soul, providing feedback to him.
It was an extremely terrifying artifact.
Upon acquiring this treasure, Lin Mo did not exhibit any hint of joy.
His expression remained calm.
"Respected Master has fallen…"
"It was because of me that this came to be."
"I deserve to die!"
"But before I die, I must avenge Respected Master!"
"The one who caused Respected Master's downfall was of the Demon Race. I shall have the entire Demon Race accompany Respected Master in death! Let this entire continent become the Respected Master's tomb!!"
Lin Mo howled hysterically.
As these words came out,
Boom!
Above the firmament, thunder clapped, uncertain whether the heavens were roaring in anger or celebrating.
Lin Mo had no regard for whether there was thunder striking in the heavens.
In his heart, there was only hatred.
Without uttering another word, Lin Mo dragged the Profound Iron Coffin, and headed towards the outside.
This trip was for the burial of demons!
...
Meanwhile.
On the Divinity Continent, the Wayless Sect was holding a grand contest.
To be precise, it was a grand contest among the sects under the many disciples of the Wayless Sect.
The numerous disciples of the Wayless Sect planned to have a grand contest, of course, not with their personal involvement.
But by having their disciples, the second-generation disciples, take the stage.
A contest among the second-generation disciples.
At the same time, they had also invited many sects from the Divinity Continent to watch.
How could those sects dare to decline the invitations from the disciples of the Wayless Sect?
Each of them agreed to come.
Suddenly, this grand contest of the second-generation disciples of the Wayless Sect had somehow eclipsed the Great Sect Contest in terms of significance.
This made countless cultivators sigh while also feeling it made sense.
The Wayless Sect was, after all, the number one power on the Divinity Continent.
It was only reasonable for the Wayless Sect to invite so many other sects to participate in the competition of their second-generation disciples.
With so many sects taking part, the event naturally became more terrifying than the competition involving ten thousand sects.
And the competition for second-generation disciples of the Wayless Sect was held outside Misty Mountain.
No one knew whether Ye Luo did it on purpose or not, but he chose a location near the shopkeeper's 'Xianzui Inn'.
This made the shopkeeper laugh himself silly.
Near the competition, his inn truly became the Xianzui Inn.
Numerous cultivators stayed at the inn.
They got to know the shopkeeper's relationship with Chu Yuan.
Each of them was extremely respectful and didn't dare to offend the shopkeeper.
Some didn't even dare to offend the waiter.
Others went so far as to vie with the waiters for work, trying to please the shopkeeper.
For a while, the Xianzui Inn turned into a bizarre place.
But no one cared to interfere.
Everyone simply accepted this way of things.
...
The competition for the second-generation disciples of the Wayless Sect was held in a mountain range that Ye Luo had moved next to the Xianzui Inn.
In the center of the mountain range, Ye Luo built several arenas, as well as a grand palace.
Today, the second-generation disciples of the Wayless Sect began.
Disciples from various sects had their second-generation disciples join the fray.
However, the fights left many spectators from the sects in shock.
It wasn't that they were shocked by the strength.
But rather, were these second-generation disciples of the Wayless Sect too weak?
Looking up the line of these second-generation disciples' origins, their masters were all exceptionally talented individuals - almost each one was a being that overshadowed the entire Divinity Continent.
Looking further up, the masters of these second-generation disciples were even more supreme beings.
So how come these second-generation disciples didn't seem all that formidable?
Most of them were in the Golden Core Realm.
Some hadn't even formed their Golden Core.
It was only 'Di Wusheng' who could be considered a genius, already in the Tribulation Transcending Realm at a young age.
...
Atop one of the grand palaces.
The many disciples of the Wayless Sect were also watching the battles.
Only, these disciples didn't look too happy.
It was because the performance of their own disciples was embarrassingly poor.
Although they themselves were all exceptional talents,
the disciples they taught left much to be desired, one poorer than the next.
It was almost like some kind of curse.
Even those like Su Xi, Divine Doctor Hua, and the siblings from the Fox Demon race, who leaned towards taking disciples later, still ended up with the same result, unable to teach them effectively no matter what.
"Fellow junior brothers and sisters, the way you're teaching followers, it's a bit lacking." Ye Luo said with a chuckle, slowly starting the conversation.
The other fellow sect members fell into silence, with none of them answering.
Zhang Han and Su Qianyuan were both grinding their teeth in frustration.
They suspected that Ye Luo had intentionally made such a big deal out of this event just to embarrass them now.
Of course, there were disciples without any followers among them.
Like Si Yue, Zisu, and Chi Jia.
They hadn't taken any disciples.
Naturally, they just felt a bit speechless, without any special emotions.
"Big brother's disciple is indeed very strong. He will probably be stronger than all of us in the future," Si Yue commented softly.
"Indeed, big brother's disciple is excellent," Zisu and Chi Jia both admitted.
The other disciples also nodded slightly.
Di Wusheng was indeed an excellent disciple.
After all, he was instructed by their respected master.
If he weren't outstanding, that would be truly strange.
Seeing this scene,
Ye Luo was about to make a modest response.
But suddenly,
as if sensing something, Ye Luo looked sharply towards the coast.
At the same time, a few disciples who had reached the Mahayana Realm also stood up...