Creation Martial Tablet

On a vast square paved with bluestone, an ancient, wordless stone tablet stood majestically on a stone platform in the center of the square.

That was the renowned Creation Martial Tablet within the Great Desolate Ancient Tablet, said to grant access to Creation Martial Arts!

At this moment, many forces had already gathered around the Creation Martial Tablet. Among them, the Lin Clan, with a smaller number and almost entirely young, powerful individuals, occupied the foremost and central position.

The people from the other three major clans, as well as the three major forces of the Great Desolate Province, were arrayed on either side of the Lin Clan. Whether intentionally or not, the Great Demon Gate's people were right next to the Lin Clan, with the Huangfu Clan on the other side.

Lin Ke'er glanced at Mu Qianqian, whose eyes kept drifting towards Lin Dong, who was being held back by an elder for conversation, a strange look flashing in her eyes. Mu Qianqian responded with a smile.

Unaware of this, Lin Dong had been invited over by Lin Ke'er, but was now being held back by that elder, who kept digging for information.

Fortunately, at this moment, Lin Dong's eyes suddenly lit up as he turned to look at a figure approaching from afar, and he said softly,

"The Young Clan Leader is here!"

As soon as Lin Dong spoke, instantly, everyone in the entire Lin Clan turned their heads in unison. Such a commotion naturally attracted the attention of other forces.

Thus, the group of experts who had been eagerly looking at the ancient stone tablet turned their heads towards the direction from which he came.

Under everyone's gaze, a figure in white, holding a long sword, was walking unhurriedly towards the Creation Martial Tablet, yet with each step, he traveled several zhang forward.

Before long, Lin Xuan had arrived in front of the Lin Clan's group, and then sat down directly at the forefront.

After sitting down, Lin Xuan closed his eyes directly, waiting quietly for the Creation Martial Tablet to open, while carefully comprehending the Devouring Power that the Black Eyes Old Man had comprehended.

In fact, for the current Lin Xuan, the Creation Martial Tablet was already useless to him. Even if he learned all the martial arts inside, it would not be as good as comprehending the insights left by the Black Eyes Old Man.

However, within this Creation Martial Tablet, there was a martial arts spirit left by the Great Desolate King, which contained the Great Desolate King's martial arts insights.

After Lin Xuan appeared, the originally somewhat noisy square became much quieter in an instant. Everyone had to patiently wait in place for the Creation Martial Tablet to open.

Lin Ke'er, on the other hand, occasionally struck up conversations with Lin Dong, and her tone made Lin Dong somewhat confused.

Before long, a ray of light poured down from the sky and landed on the huge, wordless stone tablet. That ray of light, like a pillar of light, connected the ancient, wordless stone tablet with the sky above.

"Buzz buzz!"

Immediately afterwards, vast and melodious sounds, like the ringing of bells, resounded throughout the heavens and earth, causing everyone to be refreshed, as if their entire being had become clear in an instant.

Such a commotion from the Creation Martial Tablet instantly made everyone's eyes become fiery, staring intently at the Creation Martial Tablet with a bit of heat and desire.

Lin Xuan slowly opened his eyes, watching ten pillars of light shoot out from the Creation Martial Tablet, and then land on the stone platform in front, condensing into ten futon-like shapes, with faint fragrances emanating from them.

The appearance of the ten futons made the originally quiet square become a bit noisy, and the suppressed, heavy breathing sounds rose and fell.

However, no one dared to make any unusual movements. Everyone unanimously focused their gaze on the white-clothed youth sitting in the very center, at the forefront.

Sword Saint! These two words were enough to overwhelm everything!

Under the gaze of countless people, Lin Xuan slowly got up, step by step, and slowly walked onto the stone platform. Then, he sat down on the first futon and closed his eyes again to rest.

Watching Lin Xuan take his seat, the atmosphere of the entire square quietly became fiery, and countless people looked at the remaining nine futons with even more fiery eyes. However, still no one dared to make a move.

The first futon belonged to the Sword Saint, which was everyone's consensus. Therefore, the real first futon should be the second one, but who would dare to be the first to stick their neck out?

Just then, another figure moved. It was the maple-red figure sitting at the forefront of the Lin Clan at this moment, the Lin Clan's number one genius, Lin Feng!

Many people watched Lin Feng's back, their eyes flickering uncertainly. Lin Feng probably knew that his reputation was not prominent, so at the moment of stepping out, a vast Origin Power fluctuation was released from his body.

Half-Step Creation Realm!

Adding to that the Spiritual Treasure in his hand, instantly, everyone's gazes became subdued. Although, compared to the Sword Saint, Lin Feng was undoubtedly like firefly light, incomparable.

However, Lin Feng's strength, coupled with the Spiritual Treasure in his hand, undoubtedly, he also had the strength to occupy a place among those ten futons.

Lin Feng had just sat down when Wang Yan, sitting at the forefront of the Wang Clan, stood up impatiently. After all, Lin Feng could be considered a genius of his generation. If Lin Feng could occupy a spot, Wang Yan was confident that he could too.

However, Wang Yan had just stood up, before he could even make a move, some people spoke up.

"Hmph, Wang Yan, wanting to occupy a seat with your strength? You're still a bit short, aren't you?"

The Sword Saint need not be mentioned; no one dared to compete with him for anything he wanted. And Lin Feng, being in the Half-Step Creation Realm, with the protection of a Spiritual Treasure and the Lin Clan's martial arts, no one dared to say anything.

But compared to Lin Feng, Wang Yan, merely at the Lesser Stage of the Qi Creation Realm, didn't have that kind of deterrent power. Even Lin Dong, who killed Cao Zhen, had a more fearsome reputation than him.

Hearing the questioning voices, Wang Yan's face instantly turned ashen, and anger surged in his heart. He was an arrogant person, always considering himself a genius. Being rebuffed by Lin Dong before was one thing, but now, this group of people didn't mention Lin Feng, who was once on par with him, but instead criticized him. This was a great humiliation for the always proud Wang Yan.

Just as Wang Yan's face was ashen, a strong expert at the Greater Stage of the Qi Creation Realm slowly rose from the Wang Clan's ranks. His cold gaze swept over the restless crowd, and he said in a cold voice.

"If anyone is not convinced, they can stand up. Our Wang Clan can tell them why Wang Yan is qualified to sit on that futon!"

As soon as the Wang Clan expert's voice fell, many experts in the Wang Clan's ranks instantly erupted with a burst of majestic Origin Power fluctuations. That kind of momentum directly shocked many people.

But just as the old man was about to sit down, a clear and cold voice suddenly rang out.

"I am not convinced. I wonder, Wang Yan, can you tell me, what qualifications do you have to take a seat?"