Rebirth of the Godly Prodigal

Hong Dali was now a very important person in the hearts of these people. Who dared to disturb his rest? The most important thing was that he really treated the manuals as if they were nothing important. He really drew out the moves in the Wordless Heavenly Book as he interpreted them previously and sold them. This news had already spread everywhere. Everyone knew that when he said he would sell them, he really would.

Therefore, the tens of thousands of Pugilists outside were afraid to even breathe loudly lest they disturb Hong Dali.

He was not to blame. The skill manuals Hong Dali knew were all high-level skills. Whether it was the Monsters Battle Painting discovered on Shenglong Astral or the Primordial Blood Emperor Log, or even the Last Words by Tianji, these were all treasures in the eyes of these Pugilists. Now that he had promised to sell everyone a copy, who would refuse?

At this time, in the main hall of Wushen Palace.

“This little brother, can you tell This Ling where you come from?” Ling Feng stared at Hong Dali with shining eyes. He was very interested in the young man in front of him. Or rather, he really wanted to know how his Grand Master Tang Zhen was doing—Hong Dali had previously mentioned that he had had contact with Tang Zhen.

“I’m from a simple place.” Hong Dali said slowly, “There’s something in your world called ascending-something, that means you can upgrade to another world when your martial arts mastery reaches a certain level, right?”

“You can put it that way.” Ling Feng nodded. Many of the previous palace masters of Wushen Palace could ascend. It couldn’t be helped. Their skill level was too high and they all followed a system where each master only had one disciple. Nothing was lost from one generation to the next. To Ling Feng, ascension to a different world was nothing mysterious.

“If you know that, then it’s easy to explain,” Hong Dali said with a smile. “Simply put, my wife and I somehow fell here from the world above. Before we fell, I and Brother Tang Zhen were on quite good terms.”

After listening to Hong Dali, Ling Feng frowned.

He couldn’t tell if Hong Dali was telling the truth or not. After all, he had never seen Tang Zhen. Hong Dali had no proof. Fortunately, Hong Dali really had the secret book about the Primordial Blood Emperor Log—when he got it, the system had actually recorded it in his mind.

From this point of view, the System was very useful—it even helped to get rid of the tedious process of having to memorize books.

“Those are not important. I’m only interested in knowing if you really met Grand Master Tang Zhen? What does he look like now?” Ling Feng was obviously an avid fan of Tang Zhen’s. He was not to blame, it was inevitable if there was a founding emperor in your family.

“Well, how do I say this. He looks like you.” Hong Dali sized Ling Feng up. “But Brother Tang still looks very young and very powerful. He can destroy a continent with one move. He’s really powerful—just that he’s still single as he has been waiting for Lady Ye Ziling.”

When Hong Dali mentioned Ye Ziling, all of Ling Feng’s doubts vanished.

Who was Tang Zhen? He was the number one warrior from nearly ten thousand years ago. After such a long time, his relationship with Ye Ziling had long been forgotten by people. The only thing people remembered about him was that he was a born genius who had ascended. Everything about Ye Ziling was only recorded in the ancestral codex of Wushen Palace, and they were all the top-secret information that was known only to the current palace master. Now that Hong Dali mentioned it, there was no more doubt.

“I didn’t expect Grandmaster Tang Zhen to still be alive.” Ling Feng looked up at the ceiling and muttered. “This Ling has followed in Grandmaster Tang Zhen’s footsteps all his life. I have never expected to actually be able to hear about his current exploits…”

En, he was a die-hard fan. He even dressed like Tang Zhen…

“Don’t be too emotional.” Hong Dali finally stated the purpose of his trip. “When I met the Pugilists, I deliberately pretended not to care about the skill manuals. I promised to make copies for them so they will not attack us for the time being. However, when I have finished copying it and given it to them, it’ll be hard to say what they will do then. I came to you this time mainly to ask you, what is the criteria for ascension?”

Ascension, that was Hong Dali’s ultimate goal.

He and the Goddess of Wisdom were stronger than ordinary people. There was only one way to go back to their original dimension—that was to ascend, then pass through the Dimension Door and go back to their original dimension.

Before the collapse of the space-time anomaly, Hong Dali used the Great Destiny Skill. After the space-time anomaly collapsed, they ended up in this world. Hong Dali understood that this was the effect of the Great Destiny Skill. Otherwise, there were so many dimensions, how could they be so lucky as to land right in this one?

However, the Great Destiny Skill could only take effect once, and it had saved him and the Goddess of Wisdom. If they wanted to go back, they would have to depend on Ling Feng—Wushen Palace was the leading authority on ascension, after all…

“To ascend, your martial arts skills must have reached a certain level. You would then be able to feel the Immortal Realm.” Ling Feng shook his head slowly. “With This Ling’s ability, I can only vaguely feel its presence, but I don’t know how to enter it. If only my Master was here, he might have been able to answer your question. It’s a pity…”

En, Hong Dali understood, of course.

To put it bluntly, so many Pugilists dared come at this time because they knew that Ling Feng’s Master had just ascended and there was only Ling Feng here with no support.

Otherwise, if Ling Feng’s Master was still there, those people wouldn’t have dared stir up trouble here even if they had ten times the guts.

“It seems things are very troublesome.” Hong Dali sniffled and said helplessly, “This is the only way I can think of to go back now, the other one is not realistically possible at present, alas.”

He had thought of two ideas: One was to enter the Dimension Door after ascending and return to their original dimension. The other was to unlock the seal on the Goddess of Wisdom’s divinity. If the Goddess of Wisdom regained her divinity, they would be able to go back whenever they wanted—of course, the difficulty lay in how to restore the Goddess of Wisdom’s divinity…

“There might be another way.” Ling Feng thought about it carefully. He was trying his best for his idol. “There’s a Wushen Pagoda in the forbidden area behind Wushen Palace. In the past, if the Palace Masters felt that they were about to ascend, they would go into seclusion in the Wushen Pagoda. If they succeed, they will ascend physically. If they fail, they will die there. If we go there, we may find some clues.

Wushen Pagoda? It seemed that there should be some information there.

Hong Dali glanced at the Goddess of Wisdom and nodded immediately. “Since that’s the case, let’s go now. I will distract the Pugilists outside for as long as possible.”

“That’s good.” Ling Feng nodded immediately. “Let’s go now.” Then, he led the way.