Ancient Godly Monarch Chapter 1044: Heading to the Ancestral Lands

Chapter 1044: Heading to the Ancestral Lands

Translator: Lordbluefire Editor: Lordbluefire

Nanfeng Qing chose Nanfeng Ling’s camp. But as to who would fight, Nanfeng Ling had the option to decide.

Nanfeng Ling was the same as Nanfeng Qing, both of them were extremely popular holy maidens. Their strength was roughly the same as well, and their helpers are both extremely strong.

"If you can manage to get into the ancestral lands, our battle will happen there then." Nanfeng Ling spoke as she stared at Nanfeng Qing. She got one of her comrades to step out for battle. That expert she chose was extremely powerful, fighting with such intensity against Nanfeng Qing that the entire space shook. However sadly, he still was defeated in the end. Nanfeng Qing obtained victory.

Next, it was Nanfeng Qiu’s turn. Nanfeng Qiu was a holy maiden but her strength was slightly weaker than Nanfeng Qing. According to logic, she should just step aside and allow Nanfeng Qing to enter the ancestral lands. However, one of her helpers was exceptionally powerful. This was why she wanted to try her luck. But from this point, this indicated that even if she managed to enter the ancestral lands, there was a high chance that she wouldn’t be able to obtain the inheritance.

"Du Han." Nanfeng Qiu turned her gaze onto Du Han, harboring hope in her heart. She didn’t wish to be defeated in this battle. Even if she couldn’t get the inheritance, she still wanted to enter the ancestral lands to take a look. This opportunity, if she missed it, it would never come by again.

The ancestral lands are the dreams of every holy maiden of the Southern Phoenix Clan.

"Don’t worry, I won’t be defeated." Du Han spoke seriously, staring at Nanfeng Qiu.

Nanfeng Qiu nodded. The two of them exchanged glances, silently communicating their intent.

"A pair of lovers, it wouldn’t be too bad if they managed to enter the ancestral lands. But she wants to step on us to get past this hurdle. And even if we lost, they still have to continue fighting." Jun Mengchen spoke in a low voice. After all before this, Nanfeng Qing has already obtained a victory. None of the camps remaining are weak.

Nanfeng Yunxi nodded. Nanfeng Qiu was already defeated by Nanfeng Qing when they fought earlier. She shouldn’t be qualified as part of the nine holy maidens.

"Qin Wentian, I will leave Du Han to you." Nanfeng Yunxi added.

"Okay." Qin Wentian nodded lightly. This Du Han was pretty powerful, his Yin Yang Saber Arts are unfathomable and he’s a dangerous character. Although he wasn’t as inscrutable or as strong as Jiang Ziyu, he can be considered one of the most powerful experts present. Also, he is a heaven chosen that had established a king-grade immortal foundation.

Qin Wentian and Du Han walked up the Phoenix Arena. A moment later, the eyes of the crowd gleamed as they speculated who would be the victor.

Du Han’s cultivation base was at the second-level of immortal foundation while Qin Wentian was at the first level. Both of them had not suffered any defeat from the beginning of combat till now. Also, from a certain perspective, Du Han’s effectiveness in Nanfeng Qiu’s camp was greater than Qin Wentian’s effectiveness in Nanfeng Yunxi’s camp. Without Du Han, Nanfeng Qiu would have long been eliminated. But as for Nanfeng Yunxi’s camp, both him and Jun Mengchen also suffered no defeat.

Du Han stood there casually, yet Qin Wentian could already feel sharp streams of saber qi boring down on him. His gaze was as sharp as his character, exuding a sense of danger.

"I will win this battle for sure." Du Han spoke, filled with confidence.

"You are fighting for Nanfeng Qiu, I can understand your conviction. But since she chose to fight Nanfeng Yunxi’s camp, I will also do my best to protect Nanfeng Yunxi’s honor. I will treat this battle seriously, giving you the respect you deserve." Qin Wentian slowly spoke.

"Your tone, sounds really arrogant." Du Han spoke. It felt like Qin Wentian was saying he has never been serious in the previous battles before.

"Make your move." Qin Wentian replied.

"Okay." Du Han spoke and as the sound of his voice faded, a phenomenon appeared in the sky. Numerous sabers appeared in the air, hanging suspended, each radiating a fearsome chill.

His saber was split into two extremes. One was an incomparably chilly underworld intent, while the other was a blazingly hot one. The two intents fused with each other, transforming into the Yin Yang Saber light, radiating a fearsome aura and it felt that if Du Han so wished it, all the lives here would be effortlessly reaped away.

Du Han waved his hand as the fearsome beam of saber light slashed towards Qin Wentian. Even before the saber formed of his energy descended, his saber intent was already boring into Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian’s body shimmered with a resplendent immortal light. Runes appeared, forming an armor that enveloped him, easily defending against the saber intent. Fearsome grinding sounds echoed out as a result of the impact. Everyone already knew that Qin Wentian had cultivated an extremely powerful body refinement art, allowing his body to take on the characteristics of a fiendgod.

"Bzz." Du Han dashed forward. The immortal foundation in him brimmed with might and an instant later, a calamitous saber beam slashed out, aiming to split Qin Wentian’s head into two. Even without Du Han personally slashing out with a saber, this beam of light he manifested was already so powerful.

"BOOM!" Within Qin Wentian’s body, his foundation glowed with a scintillating light, erupting forth with might. A resplendent halo enveloped him, cloaking him in waves of runic light giving the sense that Qin Wentian was simply indestructible. When the saber beam slashed down, a sizzling piercing sound could be heard but Qin Wentian’s defense was still unbroken.

"Although that’s formed of his saber intent, ordinary second-level immortals wouldn’t be able to block it. But this Qin Wentian is extremely powerful and also possesses a terrifying defense. The grade of his immortal foundation must be very high." Jiang Ziyu commented in a low voice. Nanfeng Qingruo beside him smiled lightly. She glanced at Jiang Ziyu, "Could it be higher than your immortal foundation’s grade?"

"Not sure." Jiang Ziyu replied, his words causing Nanfeng Qingruo to start a little as she too, cast a deep glance at Qin Wentian. She then continued asking, "If you were the one fighting against him, how long do you need to defeat him?"

"I have no idea, Qin Wentian hasn’t revealed his true strength yet. But based on what he has shown he is still inferior to me." Jiang Ziyu calmly spoke. Nanfeng Qingruo then laughed, "With you assisting me in battle, I will definitely obtain the position of the Holy Successor."

On the Phoenix Arena, Du Han’s aura grew stronger and stronger. The saber light he radiated swept across the battle platform with fearsome immortal might. His saber traced the outline of a Yin Yang Diagram where fire and ice merged together as one. Energy from heaven and earth gushed into his saber, it was terrifying to the extreme.

At the same time, Qin Wentian burst forth with a supreme sword qi. Boundless sword might enveloped him. Two screens of light surrounded them, that born of the might of the saber, and that born of the might of the sword.

Du Han’s saber moved. His slashes were as light as a goose feather, yet as tyrannical as a titan’s punch. Despite his power, his movements were gentle and exquisite, the might he emanated could cause ones heart to shudder. The Yin Yang Saber Light shot outwards, enveloping everything. There was no way to evade it. For a saber art like this, his opponent only had the choice to retaliate headon.

Qin Wentian’s finger stabbed forth as sword qi roiled, gathering on the tip. It blasted onto the incoming beam of saber light, and at that instant, an explosion of multi-colored light erupted. The Yin Yang Saber Light was incomparably resplendent while Qin Wentian’s sword light could only be described as overwhelming, annihilating everything. That finger attack contained an inconceivable force that even cracked Du Han’s saber.

"Boom, boom, boom!" The energy from their immortal foundations gushed into their saber and sword finger. Two powerful currents of energy ravaged the surroundings and if it weren’t for the protective screen of light enveloping the Phoenix Arena, a storm of annihilation born of the impact would surely sweep over this entire space.

"Slash!" Du Han coldly shouted. His saber pressed down once more, wanting to slice apart Qin Wentian.

Qin Wentian stepped out. An incomparably brilliant light shone from his finger tip as a fearsome destructive might gushed into Du Han’s saber’s light screen manifested by his Yin Yang Saber Arts.

"Break!" Qin Wentian roared. In that instant, the saber light was forcibly being dissipated, no longer congregated together. Qin Wentian’s finger of destruction pressed forwards to Du Han. Du Han’s saber formed from his immortal energy shattered apart. He stared at Qin Wentian in disbelief.

"I’ve lost." After a long time, Du Han spoke in a low voice.

"Your strength is already considered very impressive." Qin Wentian retracted his finger. However because he was the victor, Du Han felt Qin Wentian’s words were mocking him.

Du Han also gave a self-mocking laugh. "You are at the first-level of immortal-foundation, yet I was still defeated by you. How can my strength be considered impressive?"

After speaking, he turned and departed. Qin Wentian didn’t say anything more. He truly meant what he said and had no ill intentions to mock his opponent. He has a perfect saint-grade immortal foundation, his immortal energy was naturally purer and stronger. Even if his opponent had a king-grade immortal foundation, he would still be able to suppress him.

Qin Wentian returned and nodded to Nanfeng Yunxi. Nanfeng Yunxi’s camp won all their battles. Despite having one more round of combat after being selected by Nanfeng Qiu’s group, they still won. They were going to enter the ancestral lands with a perfect record.

Du Han returned to Nanfeng Qiu’s side, "I’m sorry. I must have caused you disappointment."

Nanfeng Qiu was indeed a little disappointed. She was filled with hope regarding the ancestral lands but ultimately, the opportunity was not for her.

"Maybe, I was the one who chose the wrong opponent." Although Nanfeng Qiu was disappointed, she didn’t blame Du Han. The wrong was not with him. Her strength was inferior to him and if she hadn’t had him as a helper, she wouldn’t be able to reach this step.

Before she watched Nanfeng Yunxi fighting against the other holy maidens, and Jun Mengchen and Qin Wentian fighting against the other helpers. She believed that Du Han would win against either of them since he was a cultivation level higher but apparently, what she believed in, was wrong.

"Okay, for those who failed to qualify, there’s no need to be too disappointed. The Southern Phoenix Clan only selects one Holy Successor every hundred years. It’s normal to fail. You all should continue to work hard in your cultivation and in the future, all of you still have a chance to become the top experts of our Southern Phoenix Clan." The beautiful middle-aged woman in the air consoled. "Bring your helpers back to our clan first. As for the nine qualified holy maidens, follow the elders and head into the ancestral lands."

Everyone nodded. It was impossible for those holy maidens who failed not to be disappointed. They lost the opportunity to enter the ancestral lands and this meant that they would not be able to find out what is inside there forever.

The victors were all filled with anticipation and excitement.

Numerous figures soared into the air. These were the elders of the Southern Phoenix Clan who were spectating earlier. They led the way, flying through the distance while the holy maidens and their camps followed after. Nanfeng Yunxi’s eyes gleamed with an intense anticipation. The battles after this would be even more intense. She didn’t know if she had any chance of obtaining the position of Holy Successor.

Qin Wentian was beside her, he could also feel the burning intensity of Nanfeng Yunxi’s anticipation. He could tell that there was also a trace of nervousness mixed within!