1003 Xuan Ming Dematerialization

The secret technique of Xuan Ming Dematerialization had been created by a human genius and the Multicolor Queen of the time. This secret technique incorporated the power of the Multicolor Hell Spider and came infinitely close to being a medium path remarkable power.

If this technique were to be classified as a small path remarkable power, it would definitely be a grade seven. Not even the Ming Cult leader of that day had a grade seven small path remarkable power in his possession. Grade seven represented the pinnacle.

Those who possessed the Light of Creation within them and went on to cultivate the Xuan Ming Dematerialization could basically bend the rules to their will. They would be able to bring the Multicolor Queen and the rest of the natives into the Nine Spirits Road.

"This is not an easy technique to cultivate. Although I have not neglected this in the past few months, I'm still nowhere near mastering it. I've barely scratched the surface."

When Mo Wen had decided to help the Multicolor Queen and the other two Great Kings, he had been cultivating this Xuan Ming Dematerialization secret technique. This secret technique caused certain changes to the rules of space and was extremely profound. The rules of space were a power even practitioners at the Supreme Profundity Realm could barely handle. Normally, only those at the Divine Illusionary Realm could harness some power over the rules of space.

If he successfully cultivated the Xuan Ming Dematerialization, Mo Wen could master some of the power of space, and this was enough to make some practitioners at the Supreme Profundity Realm envious. Grade seven was the pinnacle rank. Whether it was a small path or medium path remarkable power, a seventh-grade power had its own unique characteristics. Average remarkable powers peaked at the sixth grade.

This was also why a grade seven small path remarkable power was even more precious than the average medium path remarkable power.

"Just scratching the surface of it is enough."

A hint of glee flashed in the Multicolor Queen's eyes. She had not expected Mo Wen's talent to be so great. When she had been cultivating the Xuan Ming Dematerialization, it took a full decade before she had finally and forcefully scratched the surface of it. Indeed, those who possessed the Light of Creation and Tai Chi Purple Light were of a different caliber.

"Have you finally learned it?"

"It shouldn't be an issue unless something unexpected happens."

Mo Wen's gaze was a gleeful one. Mastering the Xuan Ming Dematerialization would allow him to comprehend how broad and profound this remarkable power was. The human genius back in the day had undoubtedly possessed a god-given talent, but cultivation at the Primordial Soul Realm came into contact with the wonderous rules of space. If it were an average practitioner at the Supreme Profundity Realm, they would probably be ashamed.

The Xuan Ming Dematerialization was the use of Xuan Ming power to dematerialize space. Once used, the space around the person would become virtual and unstable. When engaged in combat with an opponent, one could use this remarkable power to bend space and dematerialize everything to manifest it as your own domain. This would bring about an unimaginable effect.

On average, such effects were only provided by remarkable powers that were at least a grade four medium path. It was definitely out of the ordinary for path remarkable powers to be so formidable.

Similarly, if Mo Wen could contain the Multicolor Queen and the rest in his own dematerialized space, the outer world would only be able to detect Mo Wen and not the people he had concealed. This would lead to a false judgment by the altar at the entrance to the Nine Spirits Road, leading them to believe he was the only person entering.

The altar had been built by Creation Sect disciples a long time ago, so it was not well-rounded enough to predict someone would use a space domain type remarkable power to bring people into the Nine Spirits Road. It could not predict such a thing in advance.

"Since you've learned it, then let's put it into practice," the Ink Scaled King urged. He had always been the most excitable of the three.

The Nine Spirits Altar had two Teleporting Stratagems: one teleporting to the Nine Spirits Road, and the other straight to the Peng Lai Immortal Realm outside.

Human preliminary cultivators, if unwilling to enter the Nine Spirits Road, could back out here. The test of the Path of Creation would naturally end here as well. Generally speaking, those who had not obtained creation talismans would leave once they got here. After all, there was no longer any point in going to the Nine Spirits Road.

Amongst those who had obtained creation talismans, more than half of them would take on the challenge. Though the Nine Spirits Road was dangerous, the Creation Pool was tempting beyond compare.

Yin Yang Qi moved within the body before transforming into ultimate Tai Yin Qi. The Tai Yin Qi transformed again, becoming the Xuan Ming power of the Multicolor Clan.

Xuan Ming power was one of extreme Yin and extreme Cold. In essence, it was not too different from Tai Yin Qi. Tai Yin Qi was the purest form of Yin Cold type power and could be easily transformed into Xuan Ming power. This was also the reason why Mo Wen cultivated Tai Yin Qi. Someone else would probably have had to spend a lot more time in cultivating the Multicolor Clan's Xuan Ming Demonic Bible.

In the space surrounding Mo Wen, an empty, virtual area suddenly appeared. This area was hidden in the twist and folds of space. It would be invisible to an average person's naked eye. The Three Great Kings of the ancient land were now tucked away by Mo Wen in the dematerialized space, and each of them had all restricted their aura as much as possible. They were getting infinitely close to a state of nothingness, integrating to become one with their surrounding space.

In a split second, the Three Great Kings would disappear without a trace. It would almost be as if they had never existed. Even if a practitioner at the Tide Changing Realm were here, they would probably assume that Mo Wen was here alone and would not discover that the Three Great Kings were with him, unless they had cultivated a special remarkable power which would allow them to detect this issue.

Mo Wen took a step forward, appearing on the altar with a flash of light. He extended an arm and placed it on an ancient stone tablet. The stone tablet detected human aura and released a beam of light in the next second, enveloping Mo Wen's body. In the next second, Mo Wen's body disappeared from where he had been, and the altar was empty once again.

He was transported to a mountain range formed by several thousands of miles of mountains. The gigantic mountains were interconnected, and it was difficult to tell where they ended just by looking. What was really shocking was that the further away the peak, the steeper and higher the mountain seemed. In the far distance, it seemed as if the peaks were piercing through the clouds and right into the skies.

"Haha… Nine Spirits Road, so this is the Nine Spirits Road. We've succeeded, we've made it!"

Four figures stood on the cliff. They were Mo Wen and the three Great Kings he had brought with him. At this moment, the Ink Scaled King was screaming up at the skies with no regard for his reputation. His voice spread through the area, and it seemed as if the ground thousands of miles away was trembling mildly.

Even the steadfast Jade Xiu King seemed emotional. His beard was quaking incessantly, testament to how emotional this must be for him.

The Multicolor Queen, on the other hand, looked out in the distance with a glassy stare. Now that the three Great Kings of the ancient land had stepped into the Nine Spirits Road, there was no turning back for them. If they did not succeed, they would die here. They could no longer return to the preliminary ancient land.

In truth, whether the Multicolor Queen had succeeded in the end would always be a mystery within the Multicolor Clan. Perhaps they truly did succeed, but there was also the possibility they had failed.

"The Nine Spirits Road has nine Spirit Mountains. Human preliminary cultivators have the option of going through all nine of them, one by one. However, the further they go, the more difficult it is to get through them. We might not make it to the end," the Multicolor Queen remarked mildly.

If they did not make it to the Ninth Spirit Platform, they would be failing despite being so close to succeeding. If Mo Wen could not succeed, he could still make his way back to the previous Spirit Platform and leave this place. The natives could not do this—they could not retreat.

"With the powers of us three, Multicolor, how could we not make it to the Ninth Spirit Platform? You're overthinking this," the Ink Scaled King rebutted in a rough voice. The blood of the ancient Black Qilin flowed through his veins. He was gifted with talent and was in no way inferior to the Multicolor Queen.

The Jade Xiu King was even more spectacular. The blood of the Pixiu, an ancient beast, flowed through his veins. The depths of his cultivation were fathomless, surpassing even those of the Ink Scaled King and the Multicolor Queen.

"Don't let your guard down. We have been living in the preliminary ancient lands for so long. Have you ever heard of anyone who has made it to the Ninth Spirit Platform?" the Multicolor Queen asked, her face stern.

The Ninth Spirit Platform. Even during the ancient times when the Creation Sect had not yet been destroyed, there had not been anyone who had made it to the Ninth Spirit Platform. Of course, training in the preliminary ancient land where information was hard to come by meant that they would be unlikely to find out if someone had succeeded.

"No matter what, we have to help Mo Wen make it to the Ninth Spirit Platform."

The Jade Xiu King shook his clenched fist. He had been the very embodiment of the word "peerless" in the preliminary ancient land. For a long time, there had not been anything worth fighting for. But now, he was filled with a determination to succeed at all costs. There was no turning back for him now.

"Don't worry, I will do my best."

Since Mo Wen had already brought the three of them into this place, he would not ditch them now. If possible, he wanted to make it all the way to the Ninth Spirit Platform.

"Let's go."

The four of them looked out into the distance at the same time. The first few rounds of the mountain peaks, the ones that were so tall they seemed to be one with the skies, were but a walk in the park to them.

The four figures leaped up into the sky and flew towards the deepest parts of the Nine Spirits Road.

The Nine Spirits Road contained nine Spirit Mountains, and the nine Spirit Mountains were strung together in a line. They could only make it to the Ninth Spirit Mountain if they went through the first eight, one after the other.

They flew forward. Not long after, the sky suddenly darkened. Several bouts of shrieking filled the space abruptly.

Woo woo woo!

Black figure after black figure flew out from within the large mountains. They seemed to cover the entire expanse of the area, blocking out the entire sky in a short span of time.

"Poisonous fire ants!"

The black figures that had flown out were poisonous fire ants, a rare type of valuable beasts. This type of beasts existed in colonies and typically appeared in the millions, even hundreds of millions.

A single poisonous fire ant was probably only about as strong as a martial art practitioner at the Golden Elixir Realm, but the scariest thing about a poisonous fire ant was that they did not fear death. They actively sought their own doom in battle and had little to no regard for their bodies. If there were enough of these poisonous fire ants then they could, in theory, consume even a practitioner of the Tide Changing Realm.

"Hmph! They're just poisonous fire ants. This is no cause for concern. We're good once we kill the ants."

The Ink Scaled King was flying at the back of the group but he was the most aggressive of the lot. A beam of black light shone from his body, and his entire being expanded to three times its original size. A set of gleaming, black crystals manifested, forming over his body like a suit of armor. Balls of black flames surrounded his armor of scales. The flames were shockingly hot. In a split second, the flames burned all the poisonous fire ants within a five-mile radius to dust.

"Terrifying flames." Mo Wen narrowed his eyes. The flames on the Ink Scaled King's body were probably related in some capacity to the Qilin fire. Obviously, the Qilin fire was a heavenly fire. The Ink Scaled King could not command the power of the heavenly fire on his own, but the blood of the Black Qilin flowed through his veins, so it was likely those black flames contained a little of the power of the Qilin fire.