The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Making Ye Mo cultivate four Level-Four Ninth-Tier seals – not only that, but seals that Ling’er was satisfied with – within two and a half days was an impossible task.

But Ye Mo didn’t care about all that, instead choosing to start with the Sorrow Happiness Fire Dance.

“With the wood-elemental True Energy, controlling the drawing of seal texts is a snap. Furthermore, my Caged Dragon Powers can support it all as well. But this Sorrow Happiness Fire Dance might be some trouble.”

Ye Mo could not help but shake his head.

Sorrow and Happiness were two contradicting emotions. In order to realize those realms, he had to fuse both wills into the seal. Ye Mo had never tried something like that before.

“Brother Ye Mo, you’re an expert in wills,” Ling’er said. “The Will of Sorrow and the Will of Happiness are both simple wills, and we’re just talking about the fusion of two wills. Remember Lady Ziyi’s Ice Fire Taiji Sword? That will she displayed is what’s truly difficult. If you can combine these two wills, in the future, it will simple to fuse any other two contradicting wills.”

“That’s right,” Hong Ling added. “The fusion of wills is a crucial part of your journey. This is the same as training.”

“Understood!” Ye Mo nodded and sat down. Drawing seals wasn’t the most important aspect. The realization of the Wills of Sorrow and Happiness were everything.

Time passed and Ye Mo submerged himself in memory as images of sorrow flashed through his mind’s eye. He saw his father’s death, Xiao Yue leaving, Feng Qingyang’s death. Images of happiness followed – Xiao Yue’s continued support, Xiao Cao following him calling him “Young Master”, killing Cao Zhengchun and getting his revenge, becoming the Tianwu Kingdom’s hero, Qi Ying becoming his woman.

The series of images appeared in his mind as Ye Mo seemingly entered the state of sorrow and happiness, at times smiling, at other times tearing up.

“Sorrow and happiness – how do I combine these two wills?” he wondered. “What exactly do I need to do?”

Almost an hour later, he still couldn’t do it. Two contradictory wills – how was he going to do it?

Sitting beside Ye Mo and watching him from afar, there was little that Ling’er could do. It all depended on him – he had to realize the will, and whatever pointers or advice that people around him gave him were useless.

“I got it!” Amid his struggles, Ye Mo detected the link between sorrow and happiness – happiness followed sorrow. Ye Mo could even connect all his memories of sorrow and happiness together.

“What’s the meaning of happiness without having experienced sorrow? If there’s no happiness, how does sorrow exist? Sorrow and happiness are meant to be connected – why do I even need to fuse anything together?”

It was as if the light bulb in his mind had lit up. Opening his eye, a small smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

“Next, I’m going to draw the seal and fuse the wills into it!”

Using the fire-elemental heartstone, he started to draw out the seal.

“Fail. Your seal techniques are unsatisfactory, and your wills have not been completely fused. This seal can only be regarded as garbage.”

“Fail. While your seal techniques have passed this time, you did not fuse the wills into the seal in time, weakening the power of the Will of Sorrow as a result.”

“Not bad, the power of this seal has reached Level-Four Ninth-Tier, but in order to hurt Chu Tian, there’s still some way to go.”

“Not bad, but you can do better.”

“Congratulations, you’ve finally cultivated a satisfactory Sorrow Happiness Fire Dance,” Ling’er said.

After eight tries, exhausting four heartstones, Ye Mo finally cultivated a successful seal. Ye Mo knew how strong this seal was – his Heart had already gone through a huge battle with it.

Cultivating the first type of seal, Ye Mo carried on with the other three seals – they were; Extreme Wall of Water, Nature’s Decision and Wooden Restraint.

The four types of seals represented offense, defense, control, and judgment.

Ye Mo spent three whole days to completely cultivate four types of successful seals, with each seal eventually reaching Ling’er’s level of satisfaction.

By the looks of it, the most powerful seal was the Wooden Restraint Seal. It could use the opponent’s aura to restrain them.

These four types of seals would be Ye Mo’s trump cards to defeat the four main generals of the First Heaven Society.

The three days went by in a flash. The Saint Elect Tournament had finally arrived.

The competition was held by the Desolate Mountain, which meant that the Six Dao Palace disciples weren’t allowed to observe.

The only ones who were officially permitted to observe the fighters in this competition were the Saints of the Desolation Mountain, the elders of the Inner Peak. They were all core disciples of the Door of Desolation and generational talents in their own right.

Of course, the Desolate Mountain also invited the clan masters of the four main family clans to observe.

So, the people watching the competition were all top figures of the Zone of Desolation.

Everyone knew what Saints represented – they were those who could escape from the Six Dao Palace, the prodigy among prodigies, the most talented disciples. With the selection held once every three years, everyone knew how difficult the road to becoming a Saint was.

The Saints represented the core of the Door of Desolation and the pillar supporting the Zone of Desolation. Wherever they went, people respected them. Any family a Saint as a member would receive an endless amount of pride.

Thus, the Saint Elect Tournament, the finals of the competition, had plenty of viewing value.

Whether it would be the seasoned veterans performing or the newcomers striving, no one could tell.

This time, there were three people from the Asura Dao Palace who successfully made it into the finals. No one was surprised by that, but Ye Mo, as a newcomer, winning first place in the point tally rankings, had caused a commotion.

Slowly, Ye Mo, along with Taiyi Qinglian and Gao Mingkun entered the arena.

The arena was a huge hall, extremely wide. It wasn’t an ordinary building – it was made of a type of Fire Energy Stone gathered together – and was extremely durable. It would be difficult for even elite fighters in the Transcendence Realm to try and destroy it.

There was an elevated platform in the arena with three giant seats above it – evidently reserved for three heavyweight figures.

As time passed, people descended one by one. The auras they gave off were huge. Dressed in Door of Desolation attires, they each carried a token around their waist that had the word “Saint” on it – they were the pillars of the Door of Desolation: the Saints themselves.

“How powerful,” Ye Mo said in awe. “This is the true strength of the Door of Desolation. There are maybe a hundred of these Saints. Half of them are in the Profound World Realm.”

Ye Mo’s heart was filled with shock. His strength wasn’t even worth displaying in front of all these elites.

“There are some disciples of the Asura Dao Palace among these Saints,” Taiyi Qinglian said nonchalantly. “But only Senior Mu Sang knew them well. After becoming Saints, they couldn’t care less about the Asura Dao Palace.”

“Elites in the Profound World Realm are supposed to be up there in the status rankings,” Gao Mingkun added. “And, all the Saints from the Asura Dao Palace have too huge an age gap with us – who knows, they may be more than a few hundred years older than us.”

As the three of them continued their discussion, Ye Mo saw the four generals, led by Chu Tian, slowly enter the arena. Their arrival led to the cheers from plenty of Saints.

Watching Chu Tian and the rest, Ye Mo clenched his fists tightly.

“Chu Tian, Li Huo, Nian Bing, and Liu Qingyun, you all want to take the Mountain and River Diagram and the Sky Blood Spear from me in this competition. We’ll see if any of you are good enough to do it.”