The crowd had waited all day in the palace, but there was still no sign of Zhao Yang. Zhao Tianlang, unable to contain himself any longer, decided to take a look at the edge of the Spirit of the Earth. He observed that Zhao Yang's breathing was steady and there were no abnormalities, so he returned to the ground.
"Tianlang, how is Zhao Yang?" He Qing asked with concern.
Zhao Tianlang shook his head and replied, "Zhao Yang is still absorbing Spirit Energy from the Spirit of the Earth. His breath is steady; there’s nothing to worry about. We don’t need to wait any longer; let’s head back and get some rest."
Zhao Yu suggested, "Why don’t we stay in the palace? It would be a good opportunity to see what the Heavenly Mechanism Wall of the Zhongzhou Royal Family is like."
Upon hearing this, everyone showed a glimmer of hope. They had never stayed in a palace before, and they had long heard about the prophetic Heavenly Mechanism Wall of the Zhongzhou Royal Family, so they nodded in agreement.
They entered the grand hall and were filled with joy at the sight of the resplendent royal architecture. Song Baliang excitedly ran over to sit on the high dragon throne for a moment. The group searched for the source of energy and found the Heavenly Mechanism Wall in the back hall. They saw auspicious clouds swirling around it, and two characters floated across its surface—"Heavenly Change."
"What does 'Heavenly Change' mean?" Everyone was puzzled but sensed that something significant was about to happen.
The next day, they rose and went to the side of the Spirit of the Earth, but Zhao Yang still had not emerged. A month passed, and suddenly a thunderous roar echoed as an eclipse occurred—the sun turned black, and nine stars appeared in the sky, illuminating the universe. Countless people looked up in terror, praying.
Li Mo glanced at the sky and said, "Is this solar eclipse related to Zhao Yang?"
As soon as he spoke, an unusual sound came from within the Spirit of the Earth, resembling a collapse. Zhao Yang flew out from it. The crowd gathered outside the palace upon hearing that Rebel Son Zhao Yang had emerged, eager to see him. Zhao Yang smiled at everyone as a gesture of goodwill.
"Zhao Yang, how many stars does your Celestial Root have?" Long Xiao Wu eagerly asked, voicing what everyone wanted to know.
Zhao Yang shook his head; he couldn’t feel it himself.
"Quickly channel your energy to illuminate your Celestial Root!" Datong Zen Master instructed Zhao Yang on how to activate his Celestial Root.
Under everyone's expectant gaze, a massive and magnificent star lit up on Zhao Yang's back!
"Only one star for your Celestial Root?" The crowd was puzzled. The Rebel Son's potential was not trivial; what did having one star for his Celestial Root mean? Was it still a sign of divine protection?
"Haha! I told you so! Only one star for your Celestial Root makes you a true genius; none of you can compare!" Song Baliang boasted triumphantly, letting out a long sigh of relief as he felt somewhat satisfied.
But the crowd did not look at him; instead, they continued to stare at Zhao Yang's Celestial Root, where the second great star lit up.
Nangong Wuxin also let out a sigh of relief and said, "In fact, the level of a Celestial Root is not closely related to one's talent. Just look at Zhao Yang..."
Before Nangong Wuxin could finish speaking, the Celestial Root on Zhao Yang's back lit up once more.
"The third great star!" Each great star on Zhao Yang's Celestial Root shone brilliantly, brighter and larger than anyone else's. Even Song Baliang, who had only one great star, could not compare to the size of Zhao Yang's stars.
Suddenly, the fourth great star lit up, causing another gasp from the onlookers. With talent like Rebel Son's, one would need at least a four-star rating to match such a status.
However, right after that, the fifth great star illuminated the sky, and before the crowd could catch their breath, the sixth great star shone brightly!
"Also six stars!" Long Xiao Wu was somewhat excited. If Zhao Yang also had a six-star Celestial Root, he would almost certainly be able to survive the six-star Heavenly Tribulation with Zhao Yang by his side.
He Qing's brows were deeply furrowed. She did not envy the six-star Celestial Root; she only wished for Zhao Yang to be safe.
Among those present, except for her who hoped Zhao Yang's Celestial Root would not continue to rise, everyone else wanted to see just how many stars Rebel Son's formidable talent corresponded to.
When the seventh star of the Celestial Root lit up, the crowd erupted in cheers. Some were gloating while others simply wanted to join in the excitement because a seven-star Celestial Root was what Rebel Son was destined to possess since ancient times.
However, when Zhao Yang's seventh great star shone brightly, suddenly a giant cauldron appeared in the sky above everyone's heads, seemingly transparent. Above that giant cauldron floated a deep blue water sphere, magnificent and mysterious, radiating an otherworldly blue light.
The runes on the giant cauldron flowed slowly. Some Old Monsters recognized its significance and immediately sat down to meditate and cultivate. Even Ji Wudao and others gained considerable insights. Song Baliang remarked, "This scripture seems to elucidate the laws of all things; it can unravel any Cultivation Method's secrets. However, I can only understand about one percent of it at most."
"I can only comprehend this much too," Long Xiao Wu sighed.
Outside the palace walls, someone claimed they could understand ten percent of it. However, no one noticed a shadow curled up in the distance murmuring, "No wonder it's so powerful; it's an original scripture."
After saying this, the shadow vanished without a trace.
At that moment, something utterly unexpected happened—the eighth great star lit up!
He Qing immediately burst into tears, her sobs echoing loudly. The Eight Star Celestial Root, the highest level of Celestial Root since ancient times, meant that no matter if one was human, demon, or spirit, they could not Transcend Tribulation and Ascend under the Eight Star Thunder Calamity. Thus, the Eight Star Thunder Calamity was also known as the inevitable calamity of death.
It was said that the Demon Moon Sovereign, a mere Female Practitioner from an ancient dynasty, ruled the world of Cultivation for millennia without decline. However, when the thunder calamity unexpectedly arrived, even she, who had cultivated the Eternal Life Technique, ultimately returned to dust.
"Hmph, the Rebel Son of the Eight Star Thunder Calamity cannot defy heaven!" An elder cultivator laughed heartily; the Rebel Son of the Eight Star Thunder Calamity was ultimately not a threat.
But then something unexpected happened. A large star lit up once again above Zhao Yang's Celestial Root. This star was eerie and blood-red, causing everyone to instinctively take a step back. Even Zhao Yang himself felt a chill run down his spine, as if something strange was watching him!
"Nine! The Nine Star Celestial Root! How could the Nine Star Celestial Root possibly appear?" Everyone shared this question.
The Nine Star Celestial Root had never appeared since ancient times; neither those who lived ten thousand years ago nor those well-versed in knowledge had ever heard of it or even thought it possible.
"How could this happen? Is it because of the Chaotic Root?" Zhao Yang murmured to himself. According to his calculations, there was no way he could gamble on it; even a true immortal descending to this realm would surely meet death!
In secret, some individuals rejoiced and quietly left. The Eight Star Celestial Root was undoubtedly doomed; who could survive with a Nine Star Celestial Root?
Then, at that moment, something unexpected happened again. A beam of celestial light descended from the heavens and swept toward Zhao Yang. Just as he was about to withdraw his gaze, it suddenly halted and focused on Long Xiao Wu.
As the celestial light vanished, everything returned to normal as if nothing had occurred; no one knew what had happened.
But Zhao Yang knew. He understood that someone from the celestial realm might be coming soon.
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