Alchemy Sovereign Against the Heaven-Chapter 1652 - 1643: Members of the Ancient Clan

"Is it really the reincarnation of the Piaomiao Saint Master?"

Hearing the discussions around him, Mo Wangchen couldn’t help but feel a bit excited.

Years ago, he once returned to the Piaomiao Palace and found the soul of the Piaomiao Saint Master, guiding it into reincarnation.

Unexpectedly, after so many years, the other party truly achieved reincarnation.

Moreover, being able to reopen the mountain gate of Piaomiao Palace indicates that the reincarnated Piaomiao Saint Master likely has regained the memories of his past life.

"Dong..."

As an ancient and majestic bell sound reverberated, a beam of rainbow light streaked out from within the Piaomiao Palace.

When it neared the square’s sky, everyone could see that it was a middle-aged man.

No longer the white-haired, aged appearance of the past, nor the haggard visage, Mo Wangchen recognized at a glance that this middle-aged man’s appearance bore some resemblance to the former Piaomiao Saint Venerable.

Furthermore, he sensed the aura of an Immortal Realm expert emanating from him—the Piaomiao Saint Venerable before him had stepped into the Void Immortal Realm.

Such prowess might not be much in the entire Heavenly Gang Star Domain, but in Tiannan and within Beiming, he could barely be counted as a top-tier elite.

"Everyone, after nine hundred years, my Piaomiao Palace’s mountain gate has reopened. Today, I am here to widely recruit disciples. Anyone who can ascend to the sixth step of the ancient ladder can become a disciple of Piaomiao Palace. If someone can reach the top and pull the Divine Bow, they will become the new generation Saint Heir of Piaomiao Palace." The Piaomiao Saint Venerable descended, landing in the square, his eyes scanning the crowd.

"Saint Venerable, the Divine King Physic has left Tiannan, but he is still the Piaomiao Saint. If someone pulls the Divine Palace and becomes the new Saint Heir today, won’t this..." someone couldn’t help but speak.

"Don’t mention that boy to me. Despite his achievements, he hasn’t thought about revitalizing my Piaomiao Palace. Since he’s not coming back, I naturally need to select a new Saint Heir; the Piaomiao Palace needs to continue developing, doesn’t it?" said the Piaomiao Saint Venerable.

Hearing this, Mo Wangchen felt a bit embarrassed among the crowd.

Indeed, he had made quite a name for himself over the years, establishing a strong reputation, but the Piaomiao Palace remained unchanged. Even though he had become a legend in Tiannan, he had never thought about revitalizing the Piaomiao Palace.

"Enough nonsense, the assessment starts now. Only three thousand slots are available. The first three thousand to reach the sixth step will become disciples of the Piaomiao Palace. If you’re late, don’t blame me for not warning you." The Piaomiao Saint Venerable declared directly.

Upon hearing this, no one could sit still. There were at least tens of thousands of talents present today. If they didn’t hurry up the ladder, they might truly be turned away by the Piaomiao Palace. 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"Rustle..."

In a moment, the crowd moved; one by one, like locusts, they surged toward the ancient ladder.

The once dense square now had only a sparse scattering of silhouettes.

It must be said that the reopening of the Piaomiao Palace’s mountain gate indeed attracted many real geniuses, some of whom traveled a long way from the Canglan Plane.

The place where Mo Wangchen, the Divine King Physic, grew up—this Piaomiao Palace—might indeed harbor some unknown depths; otherwise, how could it produce a legendary figure like Mo Wangchen?

The various talents there to participate in the assessment were already starting their ascent of the ancient ladder.

But unlike years ago, the world had changed, and these talents’ cultivation far surpassed Mo Wangchen’s back then, prompting the Piaomiao Saint Venerable to specially strengthen the ninefold Heavenly Ladder.

The saying "one ladder, one heaven" proved true. Initially, on the first step, everyone felt nothing special. But upon reaching the second step, they were startled to find the oppressive force was astonishingly intense, several times stronger than on the first step.

And the higher they climbed, the more unbearable the pressure became. By the third step, almost all talents with cultivation below the Emperor Realm could no longer endure and were forced to leave the ancient ladder.

Only a few persisted, choosing to sit down at the third step to recuperate before continuing upward.

"This ancient ladder is truly perverse; the pressure is just too overwhelming. How could Mo Wangchen of the past ascend it when his cultivation hadn’t even reached the Creation Realm?" some of the talents, already withdrawing from the ancient ladder, couldn’t help but question.

Obviously, they had personally experienced the oppressive force of the ancient ladder and knew the higher they ascended, the tougher it got.

Among them, some had reached the Half-Step Emperor Realm, far surpassing Mo Wangchen of nine hundred years ago.

Yet even they found it hard to continue upward, so how did Mo Wangchen manage it back then?

Could he have relied solely on the Divine King Body to withstand such pressure?

Many were utterly puzzled, unaware that the current ancient ladder had been specially reinforced by the Piaomiao Saint Venerable.

Watching those struggling to climb the ancient ladder touched Mo Wangchen deeply, reminding him of his past self.

Back then, having offended many ancient families and Sacred Lands within the Heavenly Martial Domain, he sought refuge at the Piaomiao Palace’s mountain gate, just like the talents before him, climbing the ancient ladder and eventually pulling the Divine Bow to become the Saint Heir.

After an undetermined amount of time, Mo Wangchen withdrew his gaze and turned to look at the Piaomiao Saint Venerable standing not far away.

At this moment, the Saint Venerable had been fixated on the ancient ladder, observing the climbing talents, occasionally nodding or shaking his head.

"Buzz..."

Just as Mo Wangchen was about to lead Little Ming Yue and Meng Yurou to meet him, suddenly, a wave of energy rippled in the sky not far away. The sky dimmed slightly, and a fierce aura enveloped the scene.

Everyone couldn’t help but feel a jolt, including those currently climbing the ladder. Looking toward the void wrapped in black mist, they saw a dozen or so figures materializing simultaneously.

"Ancient Clan people?"

Someone expressed surprise, frowning deeply.

The Piaomiao Saint Venerable also frowned, leaping into the sky to confront the dozen or so ancient clan experts who had appeared.

"Today marks the reopening of my Piaomiao Palace’s mountain gate. We only admit disciples from the Human Clan and decline any participation from the Ancient Clan in the assessment." The Piaomiao Saint Venerable spoke calmly, eyeing the figures before him.

The reason for not allowing the Ancient Clan to participate wasn’t without cause. Mo Wangchen, back then, had numerous conflicts with the Ancient Clan, which remained unresolved.

As the Saint Heir of Piaomiao Palace, how could the palace recruit members of the Ancient Clan as disciples?