Simultaneous traversal: All Abyss difficulty.

Chapter 819 Paying Homage to Ancestor Fang Yu!

The main hall of the Hidden Moon Sect.

The beautiful sect leader, dressed in a white gown, now showed no trace of her former ethereal charm.

She practically burst through the barrier, her hair slightly disheveled, her usually aloof face ashen white, her chest heaving violently as if she had just crawled out of the Netherworld Blood Sea. Even the spiritual energy in the hall trembled slightly due to her unstable aura.

"Nascent Soul! Nascent Soul!"

Ni Chang's mind was buzzing, as if she were being bombarded by a hundred soul-shaking bells at the same time.

The nightmarish scene in front of the Yellow Maple Valley gate kept flashing before my eyes uncontrollably.

The tattered figure hung in mid-air, the small sun in his dantian stung his eyes, and he ruthlessly tore the space apart like a rag with a casual swipe!
A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight to the top of my head, making my very soul tremble.

'It's over. It's completely over!'

Now, Huangfeng Valley has a new Nascent Soul cultivator who is ridiculously young and has an eerily strong power.

The status of the Hidden Moon Sect has been greatly reduced.
A Nascent Soul cultivator, and so young? So domineering?
The days that followed
I'm afraid we'll have to kneel down to get through this?

squeak-

The door was pushed open, and Ni Chang, without even looking up, asked irritably, "What is it?"

Nangong Wan was surprised by Ni Chang's expression, so she put down her food and took the initiative to inquire about the disciple beside her.

You won't be surprised if you don't listen!
Good guy!
A genius Nascent Soul cultivator has emerged from Yellow Maple Valley?

"Is this true?" Nangong Wan covered her mouth and asked Ni Chang's personal disciple.

The disciple lowered his voice, as if afraid that Ni Chang behind him would hear, "Yes! Absolutely true! We saw it with our own eyes. It really is a Nascent Soul cultivator."

Nangong Wan was terrified. She took two steps back and muttered, "Oh my god!"

The other five major sects, in their respective main halls.

Almost simultaneously, in the core strongholds of the five major factions, similar thrillers were unfolding.

The cultivation world of Yue Kingdom was shaken!
The news spread like wildfire from Uluru on the bridge, carrying a shock so intense it could scorch your brain, instantly reaching every corner.

The nine characters "Fang Yu of Huangfeng Valley has become a Nascent Soul cultivator" became the shortest summary of a horror movie.

"Qi Refining directly to Nascent Soul? This...this is utterly ridiculous!"

Inside the main hall of Qingxu Sect, an elder with white hair and beard slammed his fist on the table, his voice trembling with excitement.

The jade slip spread out in front of him contained detailed information about how Fang Yu used his overwhelming Nascent Soul aura to frighten back the allied forces of the six major sects and tore through space with his bare hands.

"In my more than five hundred years of cultivation, I have never heard of, nor have I ever seen, such an absurd thing in ancient texts! Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—each step is a new level, and the barriers are incredibly difficult! Resources, insights, inner demons—aren't they all insurmountable obstacles to achieving enlightenment? How could Fang Yu, a mere twenty-something-year-old boy, a half-armed outer disciple, possibly ascend to the heavens in one step?!"

His words were filled with confusion and disbelief after his deeply ingrained common sense about cultivation was completely overturned.

"Indeed!" A burly man in the late-stage Core Formation realm from Tianque Fortress echoed in a deep voice, his fleshy face trembling, but his eyes held a deep sense of apprehension and a hint of barely perceptible fear. "The oppressive aura that day was undeniable, and tearing space was a technique only Nascent Soul stage monsters possessed. But this advancement in cultivation is simply too terrifying! Unless, unless he is..."

He lowered his voice and uttered two words with reverence: "Reincarnation!"

“Reincarnation and cultivation again?” The elder of Huadaowu stroked his beard, his eyes flickering. “This is not entirely impossible. Ancient powerful beings possessed unfathomable supernatural abilities. Perhaps they had secret methods to reincarnate with a portion of their previous life’s cultivation or memories. If this child is truly the reincarnation of some ancient monster who has been sleeping for ten thousand years, and has recovered some of his power through the ‘legacy’ or ‘geological mutation’ in that blood-red forbidden land, then it would be barely... barely explain the rapid increase in his cultivation.”

However, many more people, especially those cultivators who did not personally visit the mountain gate and witness the terrifying pressure and the tearing of space, as well as those leaders of forces who were extremely unwilling to admit that Huangfeng Valley had suddenly gained such a young and terrifying Nascent Soul cultivator, chose another explanation—conspiracy theory.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

An elder with a fiery temper roared, "Reaching directly from Qi Refining to Nascent Soul? Unheard of! This is defying the heavens and defying reason! How can the laws of Heaven be trampled on like this? I think this is just a grand drama orchestrated by Huangfeng Valley! It's a shocking hoax concocted by Linghu the Elder and that scoundrel Zhong Lingdao!"

"Senior brother is right!" another elder chimed in, his eyes sinister. "Think about it, Fang Yu was nothing but a Qi Refining stage waste. How could he possibly survive being hunted by a Nascent Soul stage monster? He must have been reduced to ashes long ago! Huangfeng Valley must have found someone with a similar appearance, or someone who used some kind of illusion technique, and then, with the added pressure of Linghu Laogui's Nascent Soul stage power, they might even have used some kind of trump card, a talisman or formation that can briefly simulate spatial tearing! Their purpose is to intimidate us, to salvage the face they lost because of the catastrophic disaster caused by Fang Yu, and perhaps even... to extort money from us!"

"That's exactly right!" another skeptical elder said in a deep voice. "To become a Nascent Soul in one's twenties? Hmph, even with a Heavenly Spiritual Root and a vast amount of resources, being able to form a Core before the age of one hundred is already the mark of a top genius. A Nascent Soul? That's just wishful thinking! This must be a risky move by Huangfeng Valley, seeing the six major sects united against a common enemy and under immense pressure. They've thrown out this alarming smokescreen to try and sow discord among us and break up the alliance. The so-called 'Fang Yu Nascent Soul' is nothing more than a puppet they've put out to confuse and disgust us! They want to use this impossibility to shut us up and make us swallow this bitter pill!"

This conspiracy theory quickly spread among the lower and middle-level cultivators of the six major sects, and even some of the higher-ups.

Admitting that a Qi Refining disciple in his twenties has risen to the status of a Nascent Soul Ancestor is harder than making them believe that a sow can fly.

This completely violates the ironclad rules of spiritual practice that they have believed in throughout their lives.

Attributing all of this to the schemes of Huangfeng Valley, while equally infuriating, at least remained within the realm of a struggle for interests that they could understand, thus preserving their crumbling beliefs and the pitiful self-esteem of their sect.

For a time, the entire cultivation world of Yue Kingdom was in turmoil.

Inside Huangfeng Valley, Zhong Lingdao was beaming with excitement, looking like a nouveau riche who had just won five million in the lottery.

No, five million is too little. Five trillion is more appropriate.

Zhong Lingdao personally swung his arm and struck the Gathering Immortal Bell, which symbolized the sect's highest summons, with a deafening roar.

“当——！当——！当——！”

The bell tolled nine times, deep and melodious, carrying a triumphant air, echoing wildly through the mountains and valleys. Even the spirit beasts in the valley knew that Yellow Maple Valley was about to become incredibly powerful!

The main hall of the sect, Taiyue Hall.

The elders, who were usually elusive and wished they could stay glued to their secluded caves, all came out at this moment.

The Foundation Establishment Managers and elite disciples from various peaks, numbering in the thousands, filled the main hall in complete silence; you could hear a pin drop.

All eyes were focused like searchlights on the high platform in front of the hall.

There were two people standing there.

One was the old patriarch Linghu, whose hair and beard were all white and whose face was thin and refined.

At this moment, the usually composed patriarch wore a rare, undisguised smile of satisfaction, his wrinkles crinkling into a wide grin.

Standing next to him was Fang Yu.

Wearing a brand-new moon-white elder's robe, he stood tall and looked quite good.

Although the dazzling golden light from the dantian had subsided, the warm, powerful, and heart-pounding aura still emanated faintly.

Especially the left arm, which emitted a soft white light and hung quietly, added to its unfathomable mystery.

Zhong Lingdao took a deep breath, suppressing his inner elation and excitement. His voice trembled slightly, yet it carried clearly to every corner:
"By the decree of our ancestor! And unanimously recommended by the elders of the sect!"

He paused, then suddenly raised his voice:
"We hereby bestow upon Senior Fang Yu the honorary title of 'Supreme Honorary Elder' of our Yellow Maple Valley!"

"Enjoy the same treatment as our ancestors!"

"Elder Fang may freely enter and exit all forbidden areas, secret vaults, and spiritual vein caves within the valley!"

"All resources are at your disposal!"

"To see Elder Fang is like seeing the Ancestor himself!"

"The entire Huangfeng Valley must pay homage to our ancestor!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Patriarch Linghu nodded slightly and stepped forward himself.

With a flick of his withered hand, he revealed a token that was neither gold nor jade, but engraved with ancient seal script and cloud patterns.

The token, simple and unadorned, exuded an air of authority representing the highest power in Huangfeng Valley, and was handed heavily to Fang Yu.

"Thank you, Ancestor, thank you, Sect Leader, thank you, Elders." Fang Yu accepted the token, his voice calm, his gaze slowly sweeping over the dark mass of people below like a scanner.

next moment.

Under the guidance of Zhong Lingdao and all the elders.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!
Inside the Taiyue Hall, thousands of cultivators, regardless of their status or cultivation level, moved in perfect unison as if they had rehearsed countless times, bowing deeply in unison!
The movements were so exaggerated that it looked as if he was trying to shove his head into the floor tiles.

"Greetings, Ancestor Fang!"

Thousands of voices converged into a torrent, resounding with unparalleled awe and reverence in the spacious hall.

From the lowest-ranking servant disciple to his nominal master, Li Huayuan, they were all the same!
Li Huayuan mingled in the crowd, his head bowed low, almost touching his chest.

My heart was in turmoil, filled with both extreme shock and indescribable fear.

Master?

Don't be ridiculous! He wishes he could turn back time, go back in time and slap himself twice, then kowtow to this "good disciple"!
Fang Yu stood on the high platform, his posture as straight as a pine tree, calmly accepting the worship of thousands of cultivators. His face still maintained the composure and majesty befitting a Nascent Soul Ancestor, as if this were nothing more than a minor scene.

However.
A barely perceptible blush crept onto his cheeks, but rather unceremoniously, it quickly spread to his ears.

An indescribable warm current, accompanied by an intense, refreshing feeling, like chugging a large glass of ice-cold soda on a sweltering summer day, surged from my dantian straight to the top of my head!
Cool!
Feel completely refreshed!

Every pore is cheering with joy!
So this is what it feels like to be treated like an ancestor?!
He slightly tightened his grip on the token in his sleeve, feeling its heavy weight and the continuous waves of respect from the audience below, representing absolute power and status.

Nascent Soul Supreme
This is what it feels like to be worshipped like an ancestor.
Damn it!
Wonderful! Absolutely! Incredible!

(End of this chapter)