This problem really put Mo Xiaolang in a difficult position.
For a moment, his eyes were bloodshot with anxiety.
On one hand, he couldn't give up on the promise in his heart. This was the most important thing in his life, and he couldn't take any steps back today.
On the other hand, if he really went to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace and joined forces with Long Chen, as the Monarch's Disciple of the Beast Race, his every action would be seen as the attitude of the Beast Race. This would be extremely disadvantageous to the Beast Race.
The Desolate Emperor Palace was already reaping the benefits from the conflict between the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace and the True Martial Emperor Palace, so why should he get involved?
Mo Xiaolang had to admit that the Desolate Emperor and the rest of the Demon Race were right, but he couldn't give up on his own determination.
People in the pugilistic world couldn't help themselves.
But if he lost his determination, he wouldn't be himself anymore.
If he was a coward, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
Thinking of this, Mo Xiaolang knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Foster Father, Little Lang knows that my every move is related to millions of Demon Race. I also know that I must be cautious in everything I do. Little Lang is willing to work hard for the sake of all my fellow Demon Race compatriots and repay Foster Father's kindness in nurturing me. However, I think that everyone has their own perseverance. I don't want to have lifelong regrets because of this compromise. So, Little Lang pleads Foster Father to let me be willful for once and work hard for my promise and dignity. If I don't have any regrets this time, I'm willing to use my life to repay Foster Father's kindness in nurturing me and dedicate my strength to the millions of Demon Race."
His words were filled with emotion, and everyone couldn't help but be moved.
He was the first person in history to defy the Desolate Emperor's will.
Of course, he was also the most terrifying genius in the history of the Desolate Emperor Domain.
In order to get to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace, Mo Xiaolang had thrown caution to the wind. Today, he would succeed or die trying. He had no regrets.
If he couldn't even do this, he thought, what right did he have to say the word "brother"?
Such a sacred word needed to be defended with dignity and life.
"Godfather, please fulfill my wish."
He kowtowed again.
Even the leaders of the Hundred Races could not bear to see a dignified Imperial Prince lower his status and beg for a favor.
Wolf Clan's Tun Yue was the person who protected Mo Xiaolang the most.
He added, "Emperor, if it's possible, I'm willing to watch over him and not let him make any mistakes."
Tun Yue was one of the oldest Yao Thearchs. He had an extremely high status in the Desolate Imperial Region. He was a supreme expert of the hundreds of millions of wolves. His words carried some weight.
Under the heavy impact, the Barren Great Emperor finally loosened up.
He solemnly said, "This can only be considered an exception. However, you must fulfill three conditions before you can go to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace. If you can't fulfill any of them, it will be considered a failure. Everyone has to pay the price for their willfulness. Your price is these three conditions."
"Godfather, please speak." Mo Xiaolang raised his head, a fierce look in his eyes.
The Barren Great Emperor calmly said, "First, when you reach the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace, you'd better remember your identity at all times and listen to Tun Yue's teachings. Don't do anything out of line. Once you're done, return immediately."
"Xiao Lang can do it." Mo Xiaolang was filled with hope.
The Barren Great Emperor continued, "The second condition is that you must promise me that you will not take a step out of the Desolate Imperial Region for the next five hundred years after you return from the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace."
Everyone was shocked when they heard this.
Mo Xiaolang's total age was less than five hundred years. The Barren Great Emperor's second condition was ruthless enough.
Hearing this, Mo Xiaolang was truly stunned.
Five hundred years! That was too heavy a concept for him.
Five hundred years.
I won't be able to leave the Desolate Imperial Region, and I might not be able to follow Long Chen. At that time, I'll definitely have to carry heavy shackles on my back.
Why did the Barren Great Emperor want him to stay for five hundred years?
This condition seemed to be extraordinarily heavy.
At this moment, the Desolation Emperor explained, "First, five hundred years is enough time for you to cultivate the Heavenly Dao, and I'll help you find an even more powerful primordial divine fire to help you grow. Second, as I said before, stubbornness comes with a price. This is the punishment I'm giving you. I hope that after five hundred years, you'll understand who's the most important in your heart. Is it your so-called brotherly love, or the billions of us who have high hopes for you?"
Mo Xiaolang almost suffocated.
For the promise, for the persistence in his heart.
He gritted his teeth and said, "I agree. I won't leave for five hundred years."
After saying this, his heart felt much emptier.
"Godfather, please state the third condition."
Everyone was curious. The second condition was already so harsh. What about the third condition?
The Barren Great Emperor suddenly smiled and said, "You are the Emperor's Son of the Monster Race, a legend of our race. After you leave, you naturally cannot bring shame to our race, so you must have the strength to match. You have just passed the third Nirvana Tribulation, so we don't know if your strength is enough. The third condition is that you fight with one of the six Monster Emperors. As long as you can win, you will be qualified to go to the Sword Spirit Emperor Palace."
As soon as this was said, the crowd burst into an uproar.
The Barren Great Emperor looked around and said, "Then, the Kunpeng Demon Emperor."
The crowd burst into an uproar.
The Kunpeng Demon Emperor was the sworn enemy of the Moon Swallower and also an experienced Monster Emperor. His strength surpassed even the three Martial Venerables.
These three conditions were each harsher and more difficult than the one before it …
The crowd was very curious. Would Mo Xiaolang dare to face him?
The Kunpeng Demon Emperor was the ancestor of the Kunpeng Race. The Kunpeng Race was originally an incomparably powerful race. Although they were few in number, they were basically all Nirvana Tribulation Realm demons.
Mo Xiaolang had once fought with the Kunpeng Race's Zong Yue. After a year, his opponent was actually the Kunpeng Demon Emperor. The change was too big.
In other words, the Barren Great Emperor did not allow Mo Xiaolang to go.
That was why he had set these three conditions.
Especially the last one, the six Monster Emperors. They were the most powerful figures among the billions of demon races. Although Mo Xiaolang had improved quickly, there was still a long way to go before he reached that level.
When the Barren Great Emperor said the last condition, Mo Xiaolang was also stunned.
"What? You don't have the guts?" The Barren Great Emperor asked.
If he could fulfill his promise, it would all depend on his performance today. So what if the opponent was the Kunpeng Demon Emperor?
Mo Xiaolang, who had already reached the third Nirvana Tribulation Realm, gritted his teeth and nodded, "No, Monarch, I will accept the challenge."
"Good."
The crowd cheered when they heard this.
Just this courage alone was enough to earn everyone's respect.
A super high-level battle was about to take place. The leader of the Hundred Races Tribe was filled with hot blood. Everyone was excited for a moment. The Kunpeng Demon Emperor revealed a playful smile and looked at Mo Xiaolang with the eyes of an elder. He said, "Monarch, you're quite brave. I hope your strength is as good as your courage."
Under the Barren Great Emperor's command, Mo Xiaolang stood up and looked back at the Kunpeng Demon Emperor.
His battle intent was burning fiercely.
"Junior, please forgive me if I have offended you."
Surrounded by the crowd, a group of people walked towards the battlefield. In an instant, the news that the Monarch was going to fight with the Kunpeng Demon Emperor quickly spread to the people of the Barren Emperor Palace. The entire Barren Emperor Palace was boiling with excitement.
Facing the rising sun, Mo Xiaolang walked forward proudly without any regrets.
… …..
In the blink of an eye, half a month's time slipped away from his hands.
The difficulty of reversing the flow of time was beyond Long Chen's imagination.
He tried hard to immerse himself in that world, focusing all his energy on the finger that grasped time. He tried to make time stop, and at the same time, make it return according to the original trajectory.
But in reality, the difficulty of this operation was very high.
Time was like the passing stars, or even the meteors in the sky.
Time Disorder was to slightly affect the trajectory of the meteors, which was relatively simple.
On the other hand, stopping time was much more difficult. It required a huge force to stop the meteors in mid-air while they were falling.
As for reversing the flow of time, it was to make the meteors fly back according to the original trajectory. This was almost impossible, and the force needed was too great. This force was actually Long Chen's understanding of the Dao of Time.
Sitting on the gigantic Fragmentary Star, Long Chen circled around the Heaven-Piercing Sword Soul Mountain over and over again. The Fragmentary Star River was huge, but Long Chen circled it more than ten times with the help of the Fragmentary Star.
He didn't care about the Broken Star, who was sitting below him. His whole body was immersed in an illusory state, and his left hand was gesturing randomly. If outsiders saw him, they would think he was crazy.
The Broken Star was very fast, and it broke through the space with Long Chen.
The speed at which time passed made Long Chen nervous.
What he lacked the most was time. The faster time passed, the more likely it was that he would lose. But this time, he couldn't afford to fail.
For the rest of the time, he was racing against time.
He was racing against time, trying to catch back the time that was slipping away.
This feeling made him crave it so much that he almost went crazy.
However, time was something hard to grasp. The more Long Chen wanted it, the further it ran away. As a result, Long Chen's cultivation was completely ineffective.
"What's going on? Did I go in the wrong direction?" Long Chen thought hard about this problem.
At this moment, Long Chen was startled awake by the great danger he felt.
He raised his head and saw a Broken Star with a diameter of over a hundred meters, with the momentum of collapsing mountains and rivers, heading towards the Broken Star Long Chen was sitting on. When Long Chen discovered it, he was only ten meters away from Long Chen.
He was so engrossed in it that he forgot everything else.