xymnovel Chapter 132 The Holy Venerable! The Choice
Chapter 132 The Holy Venerable! The Choice
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"Ding! Detection indicates Wang Xiangyang has met the promotion requirements and is in the process of being promoted to Celestial General!"
As time went by, Wang Xiangyang, clad in imperial armor, exuded an increasingly powerful aura, seemingly transcending the realm of mortals.
The oppressive aura emanating from the armor terrified all living beings around it.
At this moment, Wang Xiangyang seemed to have transformed into a true god of war, standing tall between heaven and earth, with no one daring to challenge him.
"Congratulations, host! Your subordinate Wang Xiangyang has successfully advanced to the rank of Celestial General, and his skill Qiankun has been upgraded to the Celestial Skill - Saintly Venerable!"
Unlike the Bull Demon King, who went through countless hardships, Wang Xiangyang, who was essentially a top-tier war god, did not encounter any difficulties in his process of becoming a Heavenly God General.
This time, quite a few more positions for celestial generals have been added to the world.
And those who can compete with him are few and far between.
No one could possibly beat Wang Xiangyang.
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Inside the Yellow Turban camp, banners fluttered and armor gleamed. Countless Yellow Turban warriors gathered here, and their commander was none other than Meng Zhang, who was now renowned throughout the region.
Meng Zhang was clad in golden-blue armor, with a long sword at his waist, and his brows revealed an aura of heroism.
He looked up at the sky, feeling the same throbbing deep within his heart.
However, at that moment, Meng Zhang sensed a powerful aura surging nearby.
He turned his head and saw the figure of the Bull Demon King appear there.
It was surrounded by a violent aura, as if it wanted to bring the entire world under its control.
Meng Zhang knew that the Bull Demon King was breaking through on the spot and starting to compete for the position of Heavenly General.
Looking at the ferocious figure of the Bull Demon King in the camp, Meng Zhang couldn't help but feel a ripple in his heart.
He knew he also had a chance to compete for the position of Heavenly General, but for some reason, he did not do so.
A complex emotion flashed in Meng Zhang's eyes, and he sighed softly, as if he wanted to expel all the pent-up thoughts in his heart.
Meng Zhang always saw himself as a commander who was well-versed in military strategy and capable of making brilliant plans.
Unlike other generals who were keen on charging into battle, he preferred to plan and command from behind the scenes.
He believed that an excellent commander should be able to see the big picture and seize opportunities, rather than simply relying on force to solve problems.
Meng Zhang has a very clear understanding of his own position. He knows what he is good at and what he should do.
He always believed that the value of a commander lies not in how many enemies he can personally kill, but in how many soldiers he can lead to victory.
Therefore, he did not envy those powerful cultivators, nor did he want to compete for the position of Heavenly General.
In Meng Zhang's view, while vying for the position of Heavenly General could bring greater power, it would also plunge him into endless struggles and conflicts.
He did not want his life to be bound by power and status, nor did he want to become a target in the eyes of others.
Therefore, when the world was upgraded and the number of positions for the gods increased, Meng Zhang did not compete for them as frantically as others.
Instead, they remained calm and rational, and continued to stick to their posts.
Therefore, Meng Zhang did not feel regret or disappointment for giving up the position of Heavenly General.
On the contrary, he felt more relaxed and free.
He no longer needs to go to the front lines to fight, nor does he need to fight constantly to maintain his position.
Meanwhile, different waves were also stirred up in various parts of the Tianwu Continent.
Whether they were once war gods who dominated their regions or powerful overlords who ruled their territories, they all felt the shock and tremor of the world at this moment.
Their tightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open, radiating a sharp light that seemed to pierce through the void and gaze directly into the mysterious secrets of heaven.
"The world is undergoing a dramatic transformation, and destiny is bestowed upon us; this is a sign of the world's ascension!"
An old war god with white hair and beard murmured to himself, his face showing a mixture of excitement and anticipation.
For countless years, these war god-level powerhouses who stand at the pinnacle of mortals have been relentlessly pursuing higher realms, yearning to glimpse the mysteries of the divine path, due to the limited number of celestial generals.
Now, that opportunity has finally arrived.
As the mysterious power between heaven and earth surged, the war gods on the Tianwu Continent clearly felt that the previously unattainable positions of Heavenly God Generals were slowly increasing.
The emergence of each new position is accompanied by an overwhelming aura of fortune, as if inviting those destined to seize it.
"Haha, Heaven is on my side! Today I will definitely break through and achieve the rank of Heavenly God General!"
A heroic war god roared to the sky, and his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.
Immediately afterwards, a deafening roar resounded through the sky, as if it were the most intense clash and collision between heaven and earth.
Such scenes were playing out in every corner of the Tianwu Continent. Countless war gods chose to break through on the spot, their momentum soaring like a rainbow, their power overwhelming the world, causing the heavens and earth to change color and the winds to surge.
Everyone is giving their all, trying to stand out in this unprecedented battle for destiny and become the most dazzling existence.
In this process of breakthrough and struggle, the war gods of the Tianwu Continent displayed their unique styles and methods.
Everyone is giving it their all to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
At this moment, the Sky Eagle, which caused all of this, also seemed to sense something.
He simply looked up at the distant horizon.
He then shook his head dejectedly.
This grand occasion is a feast for Amur and his younger generation.
It has nothing to do with him, a remnant of the old era.
He's just an old man who's about to pass away.
The Eagle of the Sky looked at Amur, its eyes filled with satisfaction and pride.
He knew that he had passed on all his knowledge and wisdom to the next generation, and Amur had not disappointed him.
"Amur, you are now the inheritor of the Sky Eagle."
He solemnly said, "I hope you can continue on this path and use your martial arts and wisdom to defend the glory and peace of the grasslands."
"No matter what difficulties and challenges we encounter, we must remain steadfast in our beliefs and forge ahead."
Amur bowed deeply and said, "Master, I will remember your teachings and expectations."
"I will definitely become a hero and wise man like you, making the grasslands even more prosperous!"
Lingtian Zhiying smiled and nodded, then turned and walked towards the edge of the cliff.
He looked up at the sky, his heart filled with endless emotions and expectations.
Having completed his mission, Amur will continue to move forward, carrying his beliefs and pursuits.
The setting sun in the distance was like blood, as if it too was grieving for this former greatest warrior of the grasslands.
Amur stood behind the Sky Eagle, silently watching his back.
He was beginning to realize that this might be his last farewell to his master.
Similarly, it is also the starting point for me to become a true hero.
From now on, Master will no longer stand behind me.
From now on, I'll have to walk this path alone.
He gripped the wolf-tooth dagger tightly, his eyes gleaming with determination.
The silhouette of the soaring eagle gradually faded into the distance in the afterglow of the setting sun.
All that was left for Amur was a lonely silhouette.