C12 Enter the Gate

Ye Mingyang's clothes fluttered even though there was no wind. His right eye shone brightly, and his pupils turned golden.

The four doors on his body were getting brighter and brighter. It was like a lighthouse flickering in the eternal darkness, looking at each other from afar. They resonated with each other. In his right eye, there were traces of golden veins that continued to extend. Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! Pchht! It went straight to the other four gates!

At the moment when the two gates of the Hub were connected.

"Pop!"

A small, almost imperceptible sound suddenly rang out in the quiet room. It was as if something had been shattered, or as if it had broken out of a cocoon and turned into a butterfly, and it was the sound of something being reborn.

Fifth door, Newgate.

Open!

Newgate, Fifth Gate of the Eight Gates, Sovereign Spirit, bearing the burden of enlightenment. If the 4 Gates that he had opened before were independent, then now, the hub had been opened, the 5 Gates were connected, and his combat strength had increased exponentially!

Out of the eight gates, Ye Mingyang had already crossed half of them, and had only used two days!

If this speed was spread out, who knew how many prosperous dynasties there would be in the Ancient Nether Continent. The Ten Thousand Ancient Sect went crazy for it. This sort of cultivation speed could be traced back to history, and the closest one could only be compared to Guan Budu from a thousand years ago, who had comprehended Dao overnight and killed Life Guiding Stars.

"Hu..."

Ye Mingyang let out a long breath. He felt the star power surging all over his body, as if all the power of heaven and earth was in his hands. But in just an instant, he suppressed this feeling.

This was the sign that every martial artist's foundation was unstable after breaking through. If they were confused by this illusion, then what awaited martial artists was going to be Qi deviation.

Therefore, many martial artists with extremely high realms would often choose to enter death seclusion when breaking through. Not only was it to prevent being disturbed at critical moments, but it was also to stabilize their foundations.

I have been sitting in the mountains for a thousand years. What I say is not false.

Ye Mingyang clenched his fist and punched out of thin air. Suddenly, there was an explosion in the room. It was the sound of a fist wind cutting through the air. On the wall opposite Ye Mingyang, there were spider web-like cracks all over it.

It was just a fist wind, but it was already so powerful.

"At present, it has doubled. When I stabilize my foundation and truly master the five gates, my strength will still soar. "

"In terms of combat strength... I should be able to match an ordinary 8 Gates warrior. Even a Star Fusion warrior would have the strength to fight."

A Star Fusion Stage warrior could absorb the Realm Star into his body and his mind would wander across the vast stars. He would then begin to comprehend the changes in the Realm Star and his lifespan would increase exponentially. A martial artist who had reached this step could be considered to have truly stepped into the path of martial arts.

Otherwise, just relying on a hundred years of Yin, how could they walk on the endless path of martial arts?

Not only that, what truly delighted Ye Mingyang was the changes in his physical body.

The Barbarian Bone Monarch Technique, a cultivation technique that reforged eight gates as the opening page. It was amazing. Every reforging of one gate was a transformation for Ye Mingyang. This transformation not only originated from the 8 Gates in his body, but also his physical body.

Previously, he had only opened four gates, but he already possessed a strength of ten thousand Jin, which was ten times that of an ordinary martial artist from the four gates. And the strength of his physical body was also 10 times that of an ordinary martial artist from the 4 Gates!

Ordinary sabers could only leave a white mark on his body at most.

And now, Ye Mingyang could not feel the limits of his physical body, but he was sure of one thing. With just the strength of his physical body, even a martial artist who had just broken through to the Star Fusion Stage might not be a match for him.

In the Star Sculpting City, a Star Fusion Stage could already intimidate a region. Previously, the Liu and Ye Families and the City Lord's Mansion had the top combat strength of the three major powers, but it was only at this realm. The number of them could be counted on one hand.

The sky had turned slightly pale, and the night was about to pass.

Waves of tiredness assaulted him. Ye Mingyang suppressed his exhaustion and meditated. He had not closed his eyes for two days and two nights. Before stepping into the Star Fusion Stage, he had not experienced the baptism of the World Star. No matter how strong a martial artist was, they would only have a mortal body.

He was very tired, very tired, but this was not the time to rest.

Tomorrow was the interrogation day. In his previous life, he had experienced the decline of the Ye family and the separation of life and death. He had experienced too many regrets.

Since the heavens had opened their eyes and given him a chance to relive his life, how could he watch the tragedy repeat itself?

Two hours later, the sky was already bright. Ye Mingyang opened his eyes and stood up to stretch.

"It's time to see father."

One. Two hours of meditation had helped him recover a lot, but at this moment...

"Crack..."

A muffled sound rang out from above his head. Soon after, dust continued to fall.

"It can't be..."

Ye Mingyang's eyes widened, and then he saw the crack on the beam getting bigger and bigger. Then he used his fastest speed to put the remaining herbs and the black short sword into the storage bag.

"Boom..."

That's right. After two days of struggling, this independent little house collapsed...

Ordinary pieces of broken stones and wood naturally wouldn't be able to harm Ye Mingyang, but he would definitely be covered in dirt and dirt. In just a moment, the people from the Ye family who heard the commotion rushed over. When they found that Ye Mingyang was standing in a pile of ruins covered in dust, they shook their heads and went back.

The Third Young Master, who couldn't cultivate, had to make some noise every few days. They were already used to it.

One. A cripple who was about to die, let him do whatever he wanted.

"Young master... why are you..."

A pleasant voice sounded from behind. Ye Mingyang turned around to look. Nu widened her eyes and looked at the mess in front of her in disbelief.

"Stinky girl, smile if you want to!"

Ye Mingyang touched his nose gloomily. What kind of thing was this? He saw Nu standing where she was, laughing until she was out of breath. He felt that he should revise the family rules.

Unfortunately, he was never allowed to cultivate. The name of "trash" resounded like thunder in Star Sculpting City. In the entire Ye family, other than Second Elder Brother, only Nu cared about him.

"Young master... don't be so petty..."

Nu walked over with a smile on her face. She looked at Ye Mingyang who was pouting and not saying anything. She pulled his sleeve like she was coaxing a child and started to clean Ye Mingyang's body.

"Young master, if you want to make some noise next time, tell Nu first so that she can be mentally prepared... Ah, master! "

Nu cried out in shock. Before Ye Mingyang could turn around, he heard a loud "hmph" sound behind him.

"Father."

That person acted as if he did not hear her and left. Ye Mingyang looked at the tall figure walking further and further away. His eyes were red for some reason.

In his memory, Ye Shan had never liked him since he was young. Of course, there was a reason why he could not cultivate, and it seemed to be more related to his mother.

Ye Mingyang had never known who his mother was. He didn't even know her name.

His mother was like a taboo in the Ye family. No one dared to mention her.

In his previous life, Ye Mingyang hated himself and his father, Ye Shan. He had always felt that Ye Shan had never treated him as his own son. But that day, he saw Ye Shan's straight back bend for him. He saw that Ye Shan had personally said that the position of Martial Marquis would give him a chance to live. Only then did he understand that his father had always had him in his heart.

Unfortunately, even though his cultivation base had advanced to the next level, he still couldn't find any results. The identity of his mother and the cold shoulder of his father were still a mystery to him.

However, in the next moment, he smiled happily. He saw Second Elder Brother and Ye Chunfeng walking toward him in quick steps. They were strong and agile. Obviously, his pill had taken effect.

After a careful look, Ye Mingyang looked a little surprised, because he found that Ye Chunfeng's aura was constantly moving. It was obvious that he had just broken through to the next realm.

A seventeen year old martial artist of the 8 Gates, this was also the delay of two years. Even if this Second Elder Brother was placed outside, he could still be called a "genius."

"Mingyang, you.."

Ye Chunfeng was obviously very excited. His face was flushed red and there were tears in his eyes. Obviously, there were thousands of words that he wanted to say to Ye Mingyang.

Last night, after he opened the brocade box that Ye Mingyang gave him, he had to make sure that these three round pill were the incomparably precious Bone Forging Flesh Rejuvenating Pill, and the grade was not low.

At that time, he wanted to ask Ye Mingyang about it, but he was stopped by Nu on the way. He was told that Ye Mingyang would not let anyone disturb him, so he returned to his room and consumed the pill.

After a night of rest and recuperation, not only did his meridians all recover, but he also benefited from misfortune. His cultivation rose to a higher level, and he broke through to become a martial artist of the eight sects.

Even Ye Chunfeng did not have a stable foundation. He just broke through and came to find his third brother. In the two years that he had become a cripple, he had received countless looks of disdain and ridicule. This reminded him of Ye Mingyang, who had been unable to cultivate ever since he was born. This made his heart ache even more!

"Second Elder Brother, I know you have a lot to say. Me too, but not now."

Ye Mingyang looked at his own Second Elder Brother with a smile. In this life, with Second Elder Brother's talent, he would surely soar to the sky.

"I know, Mingyang. Tomorrow will be the day of interrogation set by City Lord's Mansion and Lau family. Don't worry, with Second Elder Brother here, no one will be able to touch you!"

Ye Chunfeng fiercely patted Ye Mingyang's shoulder, and instantly regretted it. He still couldn't control his strength well. What if... But when he saw Ye Mingyang's calm expression, he knew that his third brother... There must be a lot of secrets on him.

"Tomorrow, you and my brother will have a drink and chat again!"