Alchemy Emperor of the Divine Dao - Chapter 4140

Chapter 4140: Golden Generation

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Ling Han tried his best, but he couldn’t figure out anything.

The Great Emperor killing formation was far beyond his current cultivation level, because even Saints could only stare at it helplessly.

Ling Han felt that it was a pity. He did not insist to learn the complete Great Emperor killing formation, but only needed to learn a corner of it. That would be enough to kill Venerate Tier elites and threaten Saints, right? Just like the Heavenly Dao Flames in his Primal Chaos Extreme Lightning Tower.

So be it if he couldn’t learn it. As he worked hard on liquefying the alchemy pool, he cultivated the four newly obtained nine-star high-level energies, as well as the Icy Killing Celestial Finger. This was the Imperial Technique, and when he advanced into the True Self Tier, it could unleash a great might.

However, he couldn’t advance or retreat now, so what was the point of him being stuck here? In these few days, Ling Han had already visited all the places that he could set foot in, but this place was not very big. Furthermore, aside from this large cave, the other places were actually very ordinary. It was just that the grass and trees here were especially flourishing.

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Another few days later, something flew over from the foot of the mountain.

Not one, but two, one in front and one behind. The distance between them was extremely small, so it was a visual misconception.

Similar to when he had come up, these were two people wrapped in flags.

Xiu, xiu! The flying speed of the flag was too fast. In the blink of an eye, they had already arrived here. Then, these two people also revealed their true appearances.

These two people were both male, and looked very young, but judging from the aura they exuded, it was really terrifying, especially that young man in yellow robes. His whole body was covered with black Demonic Qi that was boiling, as if with a slight tremor, he could tear apart the dome of heaven, which was terrifying to the extreme.

Though the other green-robed young man was not as domineering and peerless as the yellow-robed young man, he was similarly mighty and handsome. However, the gap in cultivation level was too wide. Instantly, he was like a firefly, his brilliance completely concealed.

One was a True Self Tier elite, while the other was… a Spirit Transformation Tier elite! Ling Han finally understood. These two people were the victors of the True Self Tier and Spirit Transformation Tier, just like how he was a representative of the Core Formation Tier.

Xiu, xiu! Two streaks of dragon-shaped white light surged past, and sank into the bodies of these two young men respectively.

The True Dragon of Fortune.

“Yi, Imperial Son Kui!” The green-robed young man clearly did not know who the person that had been with him previously was either, but when he saw the appearance of the yellow- robed young man, he immediately clasped his hands in greeting, showing a hint of respect. Imperial Son Kui?

Ling Han did not find his identity of the Imperial Son strange. He was sure that as long as there was an Imperial Son participating in the battle, unless they encountered a freakishly strong contender like him, they would usually be able to charge out and emerge victorious. But this was the first time he had heard the Imperial Son address himself as ‘Sunflower’.

Imperial Son Kui looked at the green-robed young man, and nodded, “You are Cheng Qing, right?”

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“Precisely.” The green-robed young man was very polite. This was not just the respect due to a gap of a major tier between them, but also a reverence that came from deep within his bones.

Imperial Son Kui did not speak further. Instead, he looked ahead. As his eyes swept over, divine light intertwined, flickering with endless shards of seals.

Hiss, what a terrifying guy.

Ling Han had a feeling that if the other wanted to make a move on him, he would be able to kill him with a single thought.

It couldn’t be helped. The gap in cultivation level was too wide.

What was going on here? There was actually a Core Formation Tier, a True Self Tier and a Spirit Transformation Tier put together. Then wouldn’t the Spirit Transformation Tier be able to do as they pleased?

Imperial Son Kui didn’t cast a second look at Ling Han. Instead, he focused on the Great Emperor killing formation, and began to observe it with incredible concentration.

Ling Han shook his head internally. This was a Great Emperor killing formation. Putting aside the fact that you are only in Spiritual Transformation Tier, even if you had become a Saint, you would only be able to construct a corner of the damaged formation, at most, and even an Imperial Son could do nothing.

“Hehe, how did you emerge victorious from the ranks of the Core Formation Tier?” Cheng Qing was slightly curious about Ling Han. “We of the great Imperial Clans have already divided ourselves in private. The Donglin Clan, Fire Clouds Clan, Golden Cauldron Clan, and the other Imperial Clans sent out the Imperial Sons of the Core Formation Tier, but the one who appeared in the end was actually you!”

F***, the Imperial Clans would do such a thing?

In this way, the fortune of the True Dragon would be monopolized by the Imperial Clans. Furthermore, the competition among the Imperial Clans was also limited to a limited number of clans, so every Imperial Clan could see hope of winning.

Of course, they would consider themselves unlucky if they encountered Ling Han. This guy was even more freakish than the Imperial Son. Even Baili Che and the other Imperial Sons were no match for him.

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Thoughts flashed through Ling Han’s mind like lightning. He was sure that the True Dragon would not be so unfair, leaving him here to be bullied by a True Self Tier and Spirit Transformation Tier. There should be some kind of restriction here. If they really came to blows, everyone’s cultivation level would be pulled to the same level.

Or perhaps… they couldn’t fight at all?

Ling Han smiled calmly, “A bunch of weaklings, I easily swept aside all opposition.”

“Hahahaha!” Cheng Qing laughed loudly, then shook his head, “This generation’s Imperial Sons are really useless! Brat, you are very lucky that you were not born a hundred years ago. Otherwise, you would know the terror of the Golden Generation.”

What golden generation?

Ling Han thought to himself, but did not ask.

However, this Cheng Qing seemed to have some potential as a chatterer, and took the initiative to say, “A hundred years ago, martial arts welcomed an unprecedented prosperity. Not only did a great many excellent clansmen that could match the Great Emperor in their youth appear among the Imperial Clans, even ordinary clans produced a great many

prodigies.”

“Do you see him?”

He pointed at Imperial Son Kui and said, “This is a member of the Golden Generation. He’s only 100 years old, yet he’s already at the Spiritual Transformation Tier. I’m sure that he’ll become a Sect Master before 200 years old. He’ll become a Venerate at 300 years old, and he’ll become a Saint at 500 years old!”

“Becoming a Saint at five hundred years old. Throughout history, this kind of aptitude is enough to be ranked in the top ten, but in this world, there are as many as a hundred such

prodigies!”

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“Thus, if you were born in that era, brat, you would definitely feel endless despair!”

Cheng Qing was extremely rueful, as if he was also annoyed at himself for not having been born a few years earlier, and become a member of the Golden Generation.

In truth, since he could charge out of the ranks of True Self Tier, he was definitely one of the strongest in this cultivation level, yet still revered the Golden Generation so much. It could be imagined just how freakish a prodigy like Imperial Son Kui was.

They could only look up to him, and were not even qualified to compete.

A thought flashed in Ling Han’s head, and he asked, “Is Lin Xuan from the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan also from the Golden Generation?”

“Imperial Son Xuan? Of course.” Cheng Qing nodded. This guy really didn’t have any airs. He paused, then said quietly, “Imperial Son Xuan is one of the top few in the Golden Generation, and has long since advanced into Sect Master level.”

Ling Han gritted his teeth. He had killed Lin Lang, so he was definitely going to clash with the Fire Cloud Imperial Clan, and face an awesome character like Imperial Son Xuan.

But it was only an instant, and his heroic spirit soared. So what if it was Imperial Son Xuan? He

would defeat him!

“Are the people of that generation all addressed as Imperial Son Xuan and Imperial Son Kui?”

he asked again.

“That’s right. Only the Golden Generation has that kind of qualification.” Cheng Qing nodded, then gave an ‘oh’, and asked Ling Han, “Oh, that’s right, what was your name again?”

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“Ling Han,” Ling Han replied with a smile.

“Yi, you are that Ling Han?” Cheng Qing was slightly surprised, then laughed, “No wonder

you managed to stand out from the rest. I heard that you are called the Imperial Son killer,

which really seems like it.”