Chapter 4287: Conjecture Editor: Henyee Translations Please continue reading on ΒOXΝʘVEL.ϹΟM . Two of them had already spoken, and the remaining three Venerate Tier elites didn’t communicate with their divine sense anymore. Instead, they started to speak as well. “Everyone, there are no Saint-level Regulations here. Furthermore, the people of the City of Death only know slaughter, and have no faith.” The Brahman Sea Bodhisattva said, “Thus, we cannot become Saints here, and must go to the outside world.” “Who doesn’t want to become a Saint? But the question is, how did we enter into this place in the first place?” The Nine Palace Venerate said, “When those people, or rather, those forces find out that we had exited the Dark Clouds Hell, how could they sit by and watch us break through to Saint Tier?” In the past, they had not entered this place willingly, but had rather been exiled. Thankfully, they were very fortunate. Not only had they not died here, they had instead grown step by step into Venerate Tier-level great elites. However, Venerate Tier elites could be regarded as kings in this place, but if they ran outside, they would still be suppressed by Saints. “Furthermore, how could it be that we would give up our base here just like that?” the Ice Silkworm Venerate said. These words silenced the five Venerate Tier elites. They naturally couldn’t let go of everything here. The Source Dao Stone was too useful. Though it was actually an equivalent exchange with the price of lifespan, it was believed that there were a great many people in this world that were willing to spend great amounts of money to obtain it. With such resources in hand, it was enough to become a powerful force! “After so many years of preparation, how could it be that you all are still not satisfied?” The Blood Crow Venerate said calmly, “Furthermore, do you all still not know the current trend of the world? The True Dragon Abyss has opened, and the inheritance of the Descending Heaven Holy Emperor has appeared. All this indicated one truth. “The time to become Emperor has arrived!” “If we don’t seize this opportunity, hoho, won’t you all regret it?” The four Venerate Tier elites were all moved by his words. As long as they were cultivators, which one of them didn’t have the ambition of becoming Emperor? However, due to the limitations of natural talent, resources, and various other conditions, most people would definitely know their own limitations. (vitag.Init = window.vitag.Init || []).push(function(){viAPItag.display("vi_765923973")}) However, being able to become a Venerate, this in itself represented a powerful natural talent in cultivation. How could the five Venerate Tier elites not have designs on it? “All right, I agree to leave.” The Nine Palace Venerate nodded, “However, how do we continue to control this space? We have to think of a suitable way.” “For people with low cultivation levels, it’s easy to come in here and difficult to leave, but for us, it’s easy to leave, but it’s difficult to come back in.” The Brahman Sea Bodhisattva looked at the other four people, “How about staying for another three years?” The Blood Crow Venerate and the others exchanged looks before nodding slowly, saying, “Alright, we’ll wait another three years.” “Three years later, let go of everything else, rush out of this space, and take a gamble for the sake of becoming Emperor.” After saying this, the five Venerate Tier elites all tore through the air and left. Ling Han didn’t move. After a long while, Crimson Moon Venerate’s figure appeared before him. He looked around in confusion, and murmured, “Could it be that I’ve been overly suspicious?” After saying this, he left again. Ling Han still didn’t move. After at least half a day, the figure of Crimson Moon Venerate appeared once more. The old geezer was indeed very suspicious. Just because he had suspicions, he actually pretended to leave twice. Ling Han left quietly. ‘You can come as many times as you like. I’m not playing with you anymore.’ He was already certain that this Black Cloud Mountain was not the mine that produced the Source Dao Stones, but rather the meeting place of the five Venerate Tier elites. As for why they had to leave the city and come here, Ling Han didn’t know, nor was he interested in finding out. “If the Source Dao Stone isn’t here, then where is it?” “There’s another thing that’s suspicious. This City of Death has already existed for many, many years. What mine is so durable that it still hasn’t been emptied?” “From the tone of those five Venerate Tier elites, it seems like there’s an inexhaustible supply of Source Stones. That’s why they want to eternally control this place.” “This doesn’t make sense.” “Could it be that my previous judgement was wrong? In truth, the Source Dao Stone wasn’t mined?” As for ores, thinking about it, they must have come from a mine. This was something to be expected. However, the Dao Stone wasn’t harvested from the mine, but refined by elites. Thus, this Source Dao Stone might not have been mined. Ling Han wracked his brains. Firstly, this was definitely not refined. Otherwise, it could not possibly become a specialty of the City of Death. Secondly, this kind of resource must have been jointly grasped by the five Venerable Tier elites, or their relationship would not have been so harmonious. Then, what place would be jointly owned by five Venerate Tier elites? Ling Han faltered upon hearing this. Dark Battlefield! That’s right. As far as he knew, this place was jointly owned by the five Venerate Tier elites. Ling Han had a question before, and that was what was the point of hosting this kind of tournament? Could the five Venerate Tier elites obtain benefits? If there were no benefits to be gained, why would a Venerate Tier cultivator do such a thing? Now, linking the two together, Ling Han felt like he was about to find the truth. Ling Han decided to investigate the place where he had battled countless times. He returned to the City of Death and went to the Dark Battlefield. This time, he had come in a completely different mood. Every day, there would be a sea of people here. Could the secret of the Source Dao Stone be hidden here? Thinking about it, this was too impossible, wasn’t it? But if this was really the birthplace of the Source Dao Stone, then it really lived up to the saying that the most dangerous place was the safest place. Who would have thought that the Source Dao Stone would actually be here? His mentality was different, and Ling Han immediately discovered what was strange. This place actually did not just comprise of only the spectators’ seats, the battle area, and the backstage area. Ling Han discovered that there was another passageway that should lead underground, but this passageway had been sealed off, and a very powerful restriction had been placed. Usually, there would be people coming and going here, and Ling Han would not have the time to decipher it at all, and at night, this place would be sealed off, and heavily guarded. After midnight, Ling Han sneaked in with the Strange Shadow Steps. He carefully studied the restriction, but soon shook his head. This was set by a Venerate Tier, and there was no way he could break through it. —Even if one had the ability to forcibly break through, it would immediately alert the Venerate Tier that had set up the restrictions. With the size of the City of Death, those five big shots would immediately arrive. Was there really no other way? Ling Han returned, racking his brains for ideas. In these two months, he had obtained another pile of Source Dao Stones. Because the number of consecutive wins was continuously increasing, he had also obtained rich rewards, pushing his cultivation level to the end of the fourth form. He first set aside the matter of breaking through the restrictions, and began to charge towards the fifth form with all his might. The fourth form was the Golden Fetus, then what was the fifth form? It was indefinite. Every person who broke through their limits would form a different fifth form. Some could possibly be Purple Qi Origin Fetus, while some could be Glass Jade Fetus. Thus, before breaking through, Ling Han didn’t know what he would form. Come, begin the barrage. Ling Han went into seclusion to attempt the fifth form. He was naturally very confident in breaking through his limits. For others, the Fifth Form was their limit, but for him, wasn’t that natural? It was said that the Golden Generation had once reached the Eighth Form, so his target was naturally the Ninth Form. He couldn’t be on an equal footing with those guys, or even in fact, inferior to them, right?