Dragon's Origin

## Chapter 707: New Legend Realm (Part 1)

The beauties of the Grand View Garden, along with some of the excellent guards and maids from the Changsheng Duke's Mansion, were able to enjoy the Grandmaster's concert in batches.

Although they didn't advance, the spiritual energy tempering their bodies from so many Legend Peak experts and masters advancing to the tenth level was a perfect bodily cleansing for them. Even without advancing, their cultivation soared, bringing countless benefits.

This showed the difference between entering the core of the Thousand Absolute Land and not entering. Almost all the masters who advanced had entered the core of the Thousand Absolute Land and felt the powerful aura inside. Those who didn't advance, those who were just a step short, were all those who didn't have the chance to enter.

After today, the capital was filled with a festive and lively atmosphere. Thousands of Legend Peak masters advanced, becoming tenth-level masters. From then on, the Legend Realm was no longer the end of cultivation. How could this not make all cultivators rejoice?

Even those ordinary Legend masters who failed to advance to the tenth level, with the help of the Grandmaster's concert and the large spiritual energy mass from so many masters advancing to the tenth level, had their cultivation significantly increased. Many even took the opportunity to reach the Legend Peak realm.

The Grandmasters were resting, preparing for the next performance. The masters who had advanced were consolidating their realms, and eagerly explaining their advancement experiences to their companions who would participate in the next concert.

Within a few short days, the masters of the capital reached a consensus. The ninth level was no longer worthy of being called the Legend Realm. Since the tenth level had already appeared, at least the tenth level should be called the true Legend Realm. As for the original ninth level, it should just be called the ninth level, to avoid the awkwardness of having a tenth level above the Legend Realm.

This idea was unanimously approved by all cultivators. Even Worry-Free City quickly changed its evaluation of the world's masters. From now on, the ninth level was just the ninth level, and only the tenth level could be called the Legend Realm.

Many people actually knew that Old Ancestor Lingxu was definitely more than just the tenth level. Under the proposal of the three royal chief elders, who were among the previous batch of advanced Legend masters, the eleventh level was named the Epic Realm. As for the levels above that, no one dared to think too much about them. When someone could reach that level, they would think about what earth-shattering name to give it!

The news reached the underground palace camp of the Daoist sect. Wang Sheng and the old Daoist were drinking when they heard the news. Wang Sheng almost couldn't stand up straight from laughing.

"Old Daoist, you've cultivated for a lifetime, and in the end, the realm you've cultivated is just a numerical realm, without even a nice name," Wang Sheng ridiculed Old Daoist Lingxu with a hearty laugh.

"Aren't you the same?" The old Daoist retorted without admitting defeat, laughing equally: "You finally managed to reach the Legend Realm, but with one sentence from someone else, the next level is the Legend Realm. Aren't you also in a numerical realm?"

Wang Sheng was speechless at this. After clinking glasses with the old Daoist, Wang Sheng said with a self-deprecating tone: "A numerical realm is fine! Anyway, they can't advance into it even if they upgrade, which will infuriate them."

The old Daoist shook his head, admiring Wang Sheng for so easily trapping a large group of people outside. However, even if Wang Sheng hadn't dug this pit, those people would still use any means to advance once they knew there was a realm above the ninth level. Wang Sheng didn't need to deliberately dig a pit.

This time, Wang Sheng was just making trouble at this crucial point, which was a combination of the right time and the right place. Thinking of this, the old Daoist suddenly became curious and asked Wang Sheng: "Tell me, the ice below hasn't melted yet, what exactly is inside?"

"I don't know!" Wang Sheng shook his head: "If I knew, why would I be working so hard? The ancestors of the Old Lord Temple didn't say to come in and take a look more often. Nothing is recorded. You cultivate the Dao so much that you don't even know about the major events in the world. You're all too lazy!"

"If the Daoist sect were to rush forward in this kind of thing, would the Daoist sect still be the Daoist sect?" The old Daoist gave Wang Sheng a contemptuous snort, and then impatiently asked Wang Sheng: "There's no one inside right now, why don't you hurry up and take the opportunity to go in and take a look?"

"I don't know how to get in," Wang Sheng didn't hide anything from the old Daoist, and directly stated the reason.

The old Daoist looked at Wang Sheng and didn't seem to be joking. After pondering for a moment, he waved his head and said to Wang Sheng: "Go for a walk?"

Wang Sheng nodded. The two of them leisurely left the underground palace camp with a bottle of wine each and entered the Thousand Absolute Land.

Surrounded by the army of man-eating ants, Wang Sheng and the old Daoist sat in a comfortable place, drinking wine and talking about what Wang Sheng had seen at the bottom of the lake. Wang Sheng had nothing to hide from the old Daoist. It was just some solid ice. The old Daoist couldn't get in either, but the old Daoist was knowledgeable and could give Wang Sheng some ideas.

"This kind of situation?" The old Daoist frowned as he listened. Twenty-five strange places, which weren't the distribution of formations, were very confusing!

"They haven't discovered it yet?" The old Daoist didn't carefully consider what the situation was inside first, but asked Wang Sheng.

"It's dark below. It will take them several months to clearly touch it all," Wang Sheng didn't underestimate the major lords. Even if they joined forces, Wang Sheng wasn't afraid: "It's not easy to stick that long pole into the bottom of the lake. They don't have night vision, so they can only rely on touching."

The old Daoist knew that Wang Sheng's individual combat terminal could illuminate underwater, so he knew how much of an advantage Wang Sheng had. Being able to see clearly and not being able to see clearly below were completely different things. What's more, there were other difficulties?

As Wang Sheng said, connecting wooden poles that were four hundred meters long and strong enough was not easy to stick down. Overcoming the buoyancy of the wood required complex operations. It was said that large iron blocks and long ropes were being transported inside. At that time, the ropes connected to the iron blocks would be the main force. However, everything would have to wait until a large batch of Legend masters advanced, right?

"If you can't determine which one is the one you want, I advise you not to act rashly." The old Daoist was, after all, an old Daoist. After pondering for a long time, he frowned and gave Wang Sheng an answer that wasn't really an answer: "Since the person you're looking for might be someone from five hundred years ago and is still alive, then the masters from various families who besieged her back then probably have a great chance of surviving in the same way."

Wang Sheng nodded. The old Daoist's worries made sense. Wang Sheng didn't act because he had such concerns.

"Are you really not afraid that she is the public enemy of the world back then?" The old Daoist asked Wang Sheng again with interest, his expression extremely subtle.