Legend of Wyatt
Chapter 663: Agitation of the Demon Sealing Monument

Chapter 663: Chapter 663: Agitation of the Demon Sealing Monument

"A man from a small royal domain, remarkably cultivated beyond how I was at his age...in the Great Turdo Dynasty, he could be hailed as ’one of a kind’!"

Taoi Romero lamented silently.

After a while, the sky gradually darkened and night fell.

That evening, Wyatt Barnes, Winnie Romero, Taoi Romero, Elder Kane, and Mrs. Adams sat in a circle, with a table full of fine wines and cuisines prepared by Mrs. Adams.

The group enjoyed their meal and engaged in idle conversation from time to time.

"Tomorrow is the ’Dynastic Martial Competition’. Given your strength, Wyatt, it shouldn’t be difficult for you to stand out and acquire the privilege to participate in the ’Decadynastic Martial Assembly’... However, to distinguish yourself in this assembly requires another step up in your cultivation."

Taoi Romero looked at Wyatt Barnes and spoke slowly.

Wyatt Barnes nodded, he had been mentally prepared for this.

Soon, Wyatt Barnes remembered something and couldn’t help but ask, "Uncle Romero, I heard today that the ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ grants only two nomination slots to the Romero Clan?"

"Yes."

Taoi Romero nodded.

"Why is that so?"

Wyatt Barnes asked, baffled. "Even the great empires each have ten slots... Is the Romero Clan inferior to a mere regional empire?"

An empire was, undeniably, a colossal entity.

However, an influential force such as the Romero Clan, if it sought to sweep away an empire and the empire did not obtain the protection of the imperial family of the Great Turdo Dynasty, it would simply be unable to resist.

Each empire under the Great Turdo Dynasty could, at most, have one ’Cave Void Realm Expert’.

But the Romero Clan had numerous ’Cave Void Realm Experts’.

"Can’t compare like that?"

Taoi Romero shook his head, indicating he knew something.

"Hmm?"

Wyatt Barnes, puzzled, asked, "Why can’t we compare like that?"

Taoi Romero smiled, "Do you know that this ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ is divided into ’two stages’? "

"Two stages?"

Wyatt Barnes was taken aback.

"Yes, two stages."

Taoi Romero nodded and continued, "Tomorrow is the first stage of the Dynastic Martial Competition... Tomorrow, the young elites of the Great Turdo Dynasty will not take action."

Hearing Taoi Romero’s words, Wyatt Barnes pondered for a while before asking curiously, "Does that mean tomorrow is only about the competition between the young talents from various empires?"

"Yes."

Taoi Romero nodded again, "Tomorrow, each empire will decide on their strongest thirty young talents... These thirty young talents will earn the qualification to participate in the second stage of the Dynastic Martial Competition."

"In the second stage of the Dynastic Martial Competition, these thirty young talents will compete with the young talents of our Great Turdo Dynasty for the qualifications of the ’Decadynastic Martial Assembly’."

"Now, do you understand why our Romero Clan only has two nomination slots?"

Faced with Taoi Romero’s final inquiry,

Wyatt Barnes nodded.

"Actually, it’s not just our Romero Clan."

Taoi Romero continued, "In this ’Dynastic Martial Competition’, except for the imperial family which has three nominations, the prominent forces within the Great Turdo Dynasty, like our Romero Clan, all have just two nomination slots... As for the ordinary forces, they only have one nomination slot."

Wyatt Barnes finally understood.

"So, the Graham Clan and the Nicholson Clan only have two slots as well?"

Winnie Romero looked at Taoi Romero.

"Yes."

Taoi Romero nodded.

Wyatt Barnes’ eyes flickered, his excitement about tomorrow’s ’Dynastic Martial Competition’ ablating somewhat.

Tomorrow was the contest among the young talents from various empires.

He wasn’t particularly interested in it.

It’s not that he looked down upon the young talents of the various empires, but simply, on account of being a young talent from a minor empire, their strength when compared to the top-notch young talents of the Great Turdo Dynasty, was indeed limited.

"Let alone others, just consider Kabir Inky who came from the Blackstone Empire with me...he was the top young talent in the Blackstone Empire a year ago, but unless he has had an extraordinary encounter in the past year, his level would only be at most ’Entering the Void Realm Level Five’."

Wyatt Barnes thought to himself.

They dispersed after they had feasted.

"See you tomorrow, Brother Barnes."

Outside a delicately furnished courtyard, Winnie Romero greeted Wyatt Barnes before turning to go back into the courtyard.

Only then did Wyatt Barnes leave for his courtyard.

That night, Wyatt Barnes held the ’Wind Realm Fragment’, continuing his understanding of it.

Of course, he was clear that just after understanding the ’Level Eight Wind Realm’, he could not possibly grasp the ’Ninth Wind Realm’ over a short period.

"I won’t be greedy...let me grasp the ’Ninth Wind Realm’ in three or four months; and the ’First Middle-Grade Wind Realm’ in seven or eight months, that’s it..."

Wyatt Barnes raised his eyebrows and told himself.

If someone knew what Wyatt Barnes was thinking now, they would be speechless.

Is he not being greedy?

As the night deepened, Wyatt Barnes finally put away the ’Wind Realm Fragment’ and lay on his bed, quickly falling asleep.

He hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for a long time.

Once Wyatt Barnes fell asleep, streaks of moonlight from the opened window slanted in, sparsely falling on Wyatt Barnes’ body.

If Wyatt Barnes were outside at the moment, he would have noticed.

The moon was very full tonight, it was a full moon.

Suddenly, a streak of moonlight fell on the ’Storage Ring’ on Wyatt Barnes’ hand.

From the outside, nothing seemed amiss.

Yet inside the Storage Ring, something strange was occurring.

The usually tranquil Storage Ring space was neatly filled with all kinds of objects, orderly and in their designated places.

Wyatt Barnes had arranged all these things using his mind.

At this very moment, in an inconspicuous corner of the Storage Ring space, faint sounds could suddenly be heard.

If one looked closely, they would see a broken stele in that corner, trembling ever so slightly...

Simultaneously, a stream of moonlight, the route of which was unknown, was being transmitted from outside the Storage Ring, pouring into the stele unceasingly.

The stele’s trembling became faster and faster.

Who knows how long it took.

Perhaps it was dawn, and the moonlight gradually faded.

On the surface of the stele, however, a wisp of faint moonlit glow emerged, gradually merging into the odd names etched on the stele, and subsequently disappearing.

Only when the last ray of moonlight vanished, did the stele finally stir.

Whoosh!

The stele suddenly levitated and then fiercely flew out, hitting a pile of original stones on one side of the Storage Ring’s space, scattering all the stones.

Immediately afterwards, the stele continued to fly out, scattering some medicinal herbs that were laying idle on the other side.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

.....

The stele was flying out again and again, wreaking chaos in the Storage Ring space with each flight.

Gradually, the stele seemed to lose its energy and sank into silence.

One could only imagine.

If Wyatt Barnes saw everything that had happened inside his Storage Ring space, he most certainly would be shocked.

However, at present, Wyatt Barnes knew nothing about what was happening inside his Storage Ring.

Outside the Storage Ring, there was another world.

The sky was gradually brightening, and Wyatt Barnes, lying in his bed, was coming to.

"The Martial Emperor’s tournament... is about to start."

Wyatt Barnes casually freshened himself up and, after a thought, picked out a new set of clothes from his Storage Ring space and changed into them.

However, when he was about to throw his pyjamas into the Storage Ring, he froze completely.

What on earth had happened?

With a thought, the ’internal space’ of the Storage Ring appeared before Wyatt Barnes’ eyes in its entirety.

But the current state of his Storage Ring space left him dumbfounded.

Messy!

So messy!

"What happened? If it weren’t for the fact that living things cannot enter the Storage Ring... I would have thought it had been robbed."

Wyatt Barnes’ mouth twitched at one corner.

If he were not totally sure about what was inside his Storage Ring space, he would have thought it was always this messy.

After a long thought, Wyatt Barnes could not figure out why this had happened.

"Never mind, first I need to tidy up everything."

Although the Storage Ring space was in shambles, luckily none of the items Wyatt Barnes stored within it were damaged. Soon, everything was put back to where it belonged.

"Even this ’Demon Sealing Monument’ has come out..."

After putting most of the things back, Wyatt Barnes found that the broken stele he had originally obtained from the ’Death Swamp’ in the Crimson Heaven Kingdom, was no longer in its corner.

"What on earth happened in the Storage Ring space? Even the ’Demon Sealing Monument’, which is so heavy, has moved from there to here."

Now, Wyatt Barnes felt a chill running down his spine, with a sense of eeriness looming.

The Demon Sealing Monument was what Wyatt Barnes found when he ventured deep into the ’Death Swamp’, trying to solve the mystery of his father Lanni Barnes’ life or death. He found it inside an ancient underground palace.

At that time, a formidable soul was sealed inside the Demon Sealing Monument. It broke out, attempting to seize his body.

It was then that Wyatt Barnes discovered that the soul was even stronger than Martial Emperor’s soul.

Perhaps, the master of that soul was once even more powerful than the Martial Emperor.

After the potent soul had disappeared, this stele that had housed it, the Demon Sealing Monument, ended up in Wyatt Barnes’ hands and has stayed in the corner of his Storage Ring ever since.

If it were not for today’s incident, Wyatt Barnes would have almost forgotten about it.

Whoosh!

With a thought, a broken stele appeared in Wyatt Barnes’ hand.

It was the ’Demon Sealing Monument’.

"I wonder what kind of texts these are on the ’Demon Sealing Monument’... The Martial Emperor, with two cycles of life and death, did not recognize this type of text."

Shaking his head, Wyatt Barnes returned the Demon Sealing Monument back into his Storage Ring.

"No, I must switch to another Storage Ring... this one is too strange."

Wyatt Barnes, recalling the events inside the Storage Ring, felt his hair stand on end. He quickly took out another Storage Ring and transferred everything from the current one.

As for his current Storage Ring.

Hisss!

With Wyatt Barnes’ gesture, a third-grade flame emerged, and the Storage Ring quickly melted into a puddle of liquid under his heat.

With a thought from Wyatt Barnes, the liquid gradually shaped into a candle holder.

Leaving the candle holder on the table, Wyatt Barnes finally left his room.