Chapter 2

The Four Elders had once told Mo Yang many stories about the cultivation world, including many legends of the most powerful beings.

However, Mo Yang had never heard of the term "Star Emperor."

The entire stone tower before him appeared exceptionally ancient, carrying a sense of沧桑 (cang桑, the weight of time), giving a feeling that was both real and illusory.

Mo Yang took a deep breath and slowly approached...

The open tower door was pitch black, like a demonic pit ready to devour everything.

After hesitating for a moment, he still couldn't resist stepping inside. It felt as if he had passed through a barrier, and the scene before him was no different from what he had seen before.

Looking around, Mo Yang was increasingly astonished. This stone tower actually contained a vast world...

From the outside, it was just a stone tower a few dozen feet high, but inside, it was an extremely spacious area.

However, it was desolate inside.

Avoiding the scattered rocks and bones, he could still see some rusty weapon fragments. After walking for several dozen feet, he finally saw the walls of the stone tower.

The stone walls were carved with many patterns, some of which were formed by intricate lines. As Mo Yang's gaze fell upon them, his heart raced and his breathing quickened.

Because some of these patterns were runes, and not ordinary runes. The lines were intricate and profound, and looking at them felt like they were about to devour one's soul.

"Could these be the ancient divine runes that have been missing for countless years!" Mo Yang murmured softly.

However, he didn't dare to look for long, and quickly averted his gaze.

Besides those mysterious runes, the walls were also engraved with some ancient fierce beasts and birds. At first glance, they seemed lifelike, as if they were about to break through the walls.

Mo Yang's heart was filled with waves of emotion. Even if he didn't consider anything else, just understanding those runes would likely make him invincible on this continent.

Although he didn't know why the previous powerful being had done this for him, becoming stronger was the most important thing for him now.

On this continent, only the strong have dignity, and only by continuously growing stronger can one live longer!

The law of the jungle is the survival rule of this world.

However, with his current cultivation, it was impossible for him to comprehend those ancient runes. After silently observing for a moment, he could only avert his gaze and look elsewhere.

Soon, a staircase appeared in his line of sight, undoubtedly leading to the second floor.

"I wonder what the second floor conceals!" Mo Yang was extremely curious.

However, there was a barrier blocking the way, and the fluctuations it emitted made Mo Yang's heart race as he approached.

At this moment, the entire stone tower began to tremble. The walls glowed, and the rune carvings seemed to come to life, weaving together rapidly. After a few moments, the light subsided, and ancient text appeared on the wall.

"This is..." Mo Yang quickly focused his gaze.

In an instant, his mind was shaken. The ancient text forcibly entered his mind, each mysterious ancient character imprinted in his memory, as if a grand aura permeated.

"Star Emperor Scripture... this..."

Mo Yang never expected this to be a cultivation scripture, divided into nine levels, and this was the text of the first level.

"What level of scripture is this? Does each level correspond to a floor of the stone tower?"

"If so, then this tower is indeed missing a floor!"

Mo Yang suppressed the waves of emotion in his heart, his eyes still filled with shock.

The Star Emperor Scripture was far from an ordinary mystic technique. Although the first level text was only a few hundred characters, it was incomprehensibly profound. In Mo Yang's estimation, it had already surpassed the Saint level.

After the shock, Mo Yang felt an overwhelming joy. What he most desired now was to become stronger, and with such a mystic technique, his cultivation speed would certainly be much faster than that of ordinary cultivators.

"As long as I work hard, what is the Great Dao Sect? One day, I will avenge my master!" Mo Yang gritted his teeth and said.

After leaving the stone tower, under the night sky, Mo Yang stood silently before the Four Elders' cenotaph, his heart filled with many regrets. If this incident had happened half a month earlier, the Four Elders wouldn't have gone to snatch the holy grass...

He sighed softly. The world was unpredictable. He never dreamed that he, who was still a waste a few hours ago, would experience such a dramatic reversal of fortune.

After bowing three times before the cenotaph, he got up and left the back mountain.

For the entire night, Mo Yang was in cultivation, eager to make up for the ten years of wasted time.

The next morning, Mo Yang packed his belongings, took one last look at the place where he had lived for ten years, and then walked out of the courtyard, heading down the Wooden Peak.

He planned to leave Lingxu Sect directly, but unexpectedly, several sect disciples blocked his path as soon as he descended the Wooden Peak.

The leader was Luo Hao, a former disciple of Wooden Peak.

"Mo Yang, you finally can't bear to stay? At least you have some self-awareness!" A disciple from another peak sneered at Mo Yang, saying this.

"You've been in Lingxu Sect for so many years, and the Four Elders have always favored you, teaching you many secret techniques. How can we allow you to take our sect's techniques and secrets outside!"

Luo Hao said coldly.

Upon hearing this, the other disciples also chimed in.

Mo Yang stopped, looking calmly at the sect disciples before him.

Since the Four Elders' demise, sect disciples had mocked and insulted him every day, countless times.

After all, he had lived here for ten years, and he didn't want to fight with these fellow disciples as he left.

After a brief pause, he decided to go around them and leave.

"What, are you not only a waste but also deaf now?"

Seeing that Mo Yang ignored him, Luo Hao's eyes immediately filled with anger. His body flashed, and he directly blocked Mo Yang's path.

"Considering we were once fellow disciples, step aside, I won't hold it against you!" Mo Yang glanced at Luo Hao, then looked at the others, his voice calm and his face expressionless.

"Hold it against me? Hmph, Mo Yang, have you forgotten that you're a waste?"

"Also, the Four Elders are dead, dead, understand? No one is protecting you anymore!"

Luo Hao said, while reaching out to slap Mo Yang's face.

This action was not particularly harmful, but it was extremely insulting!

The other disciples, seeing this, were about to join in the mockery, but before they could laugh, they all froze.

Because at that moment, a惨叫 (crying out in pain) and a crisp sound of bone breaking came from Luo Hao's mouth.

A glint of killing intent appeared in Mo Yang's eyes. His right hand, at some point, had grabbed Luo Hao's right wrist, and with a light twist, Luo Hao's wrist seemed to be directly broken.

"If I'm a waste, then you're even less than a waste!" Mo Yang said coldly.

The indifferent words were like several slaps to Luo Hao's face, making his expression change repeatedly.

"Waste, you're asking for death!"

Originally, Mo Yang had already let go, but how could Luo Hao let it go? Enduring the pain, he roared and suddenly activated his true qi, clenching his left hand into a fist and striking Mo Yang's face.

He had no idea that the Mo Yang of today was far from the Mo Yang of the past. Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of cultivation, he was far behind Mo Yang.

The result was obvious. Mo Yang slightly dodged the punch, and at the same time, his right hand shot out like lightning, clenching his fist and striking Luo Hao's fist.

"Crack..."

A crisp sound rang out again. Luo Hao's fist changed shape several times in an instant, and his finger bones were completely shattered.

The intense pain from the broken bones and tendons made Luo Hao's already painful face twist, and he let out a pig-like scream, his body retreating rapidly. The other disciples, who had just reacted, also changed their expressions.

Each of their faces was filled with disbelief.

The well-known waste of Lingxu Sect, who had failed to step into the martial path after ten years of cultivation...

When did his strength and speed become so terrifying?

Because they had all seen clearly that Mo Yang had not activated his true qi, but his strength was terrifying.

"Considering you were once a disciple of Wooden Peak, I'll spare your life. Get lost!" Mo Yang glanced at Luo Hao indifferently.

Then Mo Yang looked at the other disciples.

Although they had come with Luo Hao, their cultivation was similar to his, and they were now looking at Mo Yang with uncertainty, already feeling guilty.

At this moment, a figure flashed rapidly, and the Second Elder arrived.

He had clearly heard the commotion and came to investigate, first looking at Luo Hao.

Luo Hao's face was pale, and he was still in great pain.

The Second Elder immediately frowned, a hint of confusion appearing on his face. He then glanced at Mo Yang and asked the other disciples with a hint of doubt, "What happened?"

The disciples, who had been somewhat guilty, now turned fierce upon seeing the Second Elder, pointing at Mo Yang and saying, "It was Mo Yang who injured Luo Hao!"

"Second Elder, over the years, the Four Elders taught Mo Yang many techniques and secrets. We thought we couldn't let him take these techniques and secrets outside, for fear they would be spread. We just tried to persuade him, but Mo Yang, this waste... he suddenly attacked and injured Luo Hao!"

"Yes, it was this waste... he suddenly attacked and injured Senior Luo Hao!"

The disciples pointed at Mo Yang, habitually calling him a waste, but thinking of the previous scene, they quickly changed their words.

The Second Elder's brows furrowed, feeling very puzzled. He knew how useless Mo Yang was, unable to even condense true qi...

Could he have injured Luo Hao, who had the cultivation of the first stage of the Spirit Realm, just by a surprise attack?

However, upon seeing Mo Yang today, he felt something was different. Mo Yang seemed different from yesterday.

Something had changed about Mo Yang, but he couldn't pinpoint what.

But hearing the disciples' words, he didn't think much about it, and his gaze turned cold as he looked at Mo Yang, saying, "The techniques and secrets of Lingxu Sect cannot be spread outside. Although you cannot cultivate, to prevent any mishaps, I must destroy your meridians!"

A flash of anger appeared in Mo Yang's eyes, and a cold smile appeared on his face. "The techniques were passed down by my master. What right do you have to take them away!"

Over the years, the Four Elders had often gone out to search for medicinal herbs, neglecting sect affairs, and the other elders had long been extremely dissatisfied. He, the root cause, had naturally become the thorn in the elders' eyes.

Mo Yang knew very well that he couldn't leave peacefully today, so he was no longer polite.

Sure enough, upon hearing Mo Yang's words, the Second Elder flew into a rage.

"Brat, today, not only will I destroy your meridians, but I can take your life if I want to!" The Second Elder, surprised by Mo Yang's audacity, directly attacked, activating his true qi and raising his hand to strike Mo Yang's head with a heavy palm.

For any ordinary person, this blow would be fatal.

The Second Elder clearly had the intention to kill, aiming to directly end Mo Yang's life.