Immortals of the End Times

Chapters 307 (386-387): The Nine Cauldrons Appear, the Kui Dragon Suppresses the Realm, and the Ancestor of Tiannan Emerges from the Mountain (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Deep within the Mirror Lake Sword Realm, the lake water is as dark as ink.

Only the sword barrier formed by nine strange grasses emitted a hazy blue light, firmly sealing a large cyan cauldron within.

Zhao Wuji and Yan Lan broke through the layers of sword energy and finally descended to this point.

The cauldron shimmered with a bluish-purple light, its belly adorned with interwoven storm cloud patterns and lightning strikes, and each of its four corners was carved with a lifelike, outstretched thunderbird.

The handles of the cauldron are cast in the shape of a Kui dragon's head, with a ring in its mouth. The wind and thunder talisman chains wrapped around the ring faintly flow with awe-inspiring power.

"It is the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great!"

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes suddenly lit up, and as her red dress fluttered, she forgot herself and rushed into Zhao Wuji's arms. Her voluptuous body pressed tightly against him, and her jade arms wrapped around his neck as she exclaimed excitedly, "Wuji! We've found another one of the Nine Cauldrons of Yu the Great!"

Suddenly, his senior brother hugged him excitedly, his warm and soft body crashing into him. The breathtakingly soft touch made Zhao Wuji's breath catch in his throat.

He smiled wryly and pressed down on his senior sister's shoulder, gesturing for her to look ahead: "Senior sister, don't be too happy yet. This sword formation made of nine blades of grass is probably not easy to break."

But in front of them, the leaves of nine blades of grass stretched out, forming a mysterious barrier.

Each sword grass is like a piece of jade, with a chilling sharpness flowing along the edges of its leaves.

The nine herbs stood in nine directions, their energy intertwined, and together they constructed nine distinct sword realm phantoms in the void.

The nine layers of sword realms nested one within another, like the nine heavenly palaces pressing down.

At the center of the barrier, the cyan-purple square cauldron was firmly imprisoned. The storm cloud patterns and lightning chains on the cauldron body flickered under the reflection of the sword light. The four corner thunder bird reliefs seemed to be about to break out of the cauldron, but were firmly suppressed by the ninefold sword intent.

Zhao Wuji's expression was solemn. Seeing the layers of sword realms formed by the nine blades of grass, he felt a sense of powerlessness.

Yan Lan, who had been cheering, suddenly quieted down and realized that she was in trouble.

Fortunately, upon arriving at this location, the previously raging sword energy in the Eight Directions Lake ceased its attacks, and the pressure decreased dramatically.

What's even more alarming is that the spiritual energy here is so dense that it's almost condensed into liquid, far exceeding the level of a sixth-grade spiritual vein.

Zhao Wuji took a deep breath, his abundant spiritual energy surging through his meridians, and pondered to himself.

"With this concentration, could it have reached the standard of an ancient seventh-level spiritual vein?"

Unfortunately, he had never come into contact with spiritual veins of that level, so he had no way of judging them.

"Nephew, what should we do now? Are we really going to come all this way and see the Nine Cauldrons, only to leave empty-handed?"

Yan Lan looked at Zhao Wuji and frowned.

"Not urgent."

Zhao Wuji stood with his hands behind his back, looking around: "Let's cultivate and comprehend here, taking our time to figure out how to break the barrier. There are still more than ten years before the Sword Domain closes, so there's no need to rush."

He flicked his sleeves lightly, "This place is at the bottom of Mirror Lake. Even if a Nascent Soul True Monarch came here, he would not be able to go deep into this place without the corresponding sword dao realm. We can cultivate here without being disturbed."

"It seems that this is the only way."

Yan Lan glanced at Fang Ding with her beautiful eyes: "Old Ghost Huang once explained the shape of the Nine Tripods to me in detail."

Judging from the wind and thunder patterns on this cauldron, it is undoubtedly the Qingzhou Cauldron.

She pointed to the lightning surrounding the cauldron, "This is the Cauldron of Wind and Thunder, which can control the changes of celestial phenomena, quell the chaos of spiritual energy, and harmonize wind and rain. It is infinitely wondrous."

"The Qingzhou Cauldron? The Cauldron of Wind and Thunder?"

Zhao Wuji's double pupils flickered slightly, "Then what kind of cauldron is the one that Huang Shang is holding now?"

"It is the Yanzhou Ding."

Yan Lan parted her lips slightly, "It is known as the Cauldron of Life, capable of nourishing all things. It can heal depleted spiritual veins and promote the growth of spiritual plants."

Her eyes flickered slightly. "That's why Old Ghost Huang was able to forcibly prolong his life, snatch lifespan from the heavens, and live for a longer period of time."

Yan Lan paused, then parted her red lips slightly: "Among the Nine Cauldrons, the most mysterious and unpredictable is the Jizhou Cauldron."

This cauldron has a unique shape; it is the only round cauldron among the Nine Cauldrons, and is known as the "Central Cauldron."

She lightly touched the air with her slender fingers, outlining the shape of a round cauldron: "Old Ghost Huang said that this cauldron can regulate the power of the Nine Cauldrons, balance the spiritual energy tides of the Nine Provinces, and suppress the fortune of heaven and earth. It symbolizes the supreme authority of Yu the Great, the sovereign of the world."

"Old Huang has gone to great lengths all these years to find this cauldron."

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, "It is said that if we can gather all nine cauldrons, we can recreate the glorious era when King Yu ruled the eight wastelands and restored the world to its former glory."

"The central cauldron"

Zhao Wuji's eyes flickered slightly, as if he were deep in thought.

Suddenly, his expression hardened as he sensed the urgent message from the demon tree clone.

This is the third time the clone has sent this message.

"Uncle."

Zhao Wuji's tone suddenly turned serious, "There is another important matter that requires your help, and this matter is also related to the safety of the Peak Master."

"Junior Sister Hua?"

Yan Lan's red dress swayed slightly, her willow-leaf eyebrows furrowed gently, "What can we do now that we're in the Mirror Lake Sword Realm?"

Zhao Wuji flicked his sleeves: "I will send you out of the Sword Domain to verify something. If it is confirmed, I will bring you back."

"What!? Go out now?" Yan Lan's beautiful eyes widened, and her red lips parted slightly.

"Not bad!"

Seeing Zhao Wuji's solemn expression, she suddenly smiled and said, "Alright!"

The response was crisp and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

Even if it meant giving up the supreme opportunity in Mirror Lake, and even with an uncertain future, her trust in this junior disciple before her had reached a point where no reason was needed.

"Thank you, uncle."

A smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's lips.

Yan Lan frowned slightly and said softly, "But how can I get out? Once you enter this Ancient Sword Domain, you won't be able to leave even if you activate the Ancient Sword Token before the fifteen-year period is up."

“But have you ever heard that outsiders,” Zhao Wuji took out the Ancient Sword Token, “can enter the Sword Domain at any time during these fifteen years, as long as they possess the Ancient Sword Token.”

Yan Lan's beautiful eyes flickered slightly as she nodded: "That's right, Old Ghost Huang said the same thing. But..."

She lightly touched her lips with her slender finger, "What exactly do you want to try? Do you really want to send me out?"

"I want you to go out and verify this."

Zhao Wuji raised an eyebrow slightly, "To confirm whether it is truly possible to re-enter the Sword Domain with the Ancient Sword Token within these fifteen years. However..."

He flicked his sleeves and his tone turned serious: "As long as you sense the pulling force between the Sword Domain and the Ancient Sword Token, you should immediately turn back and enter and exit through the passage I opened, so as not to be randomly teleported to other areas by the Ancient Sword Token."

"Through the passage you opened?" Yan Lan's red dress swayed slightly, her beautiful eyes wide open.

Zhao Wuji suddenly waved his sleeve, and the second portal to the Heavenly Pot opened abruptly, causing the void to ripple like water.

"This is... your precious Qiankun Bag?"

Yan Lan stared in astonishment at the deep portal, "Could it be that it can actually open a passage between the Sword Domain and the outside world?"

"good."

Zhao Wuji nodded. "This treasure is now connected to the Tiannan Secret Realm. Once you enter, you will reach the secret realm directly, and then you can use the secret realm's exit to travel to the outside world."

Yan Lan nodded in surprise upon hearing this, "It seems that you obtained the Qiankun Bag and many other adventures from the Tiannan Secret Realm back then."

That's what she said, but she didn't ask any more questions.

At that moment, Zhao Wuji's fingers moved like lightning, instantly activating the Exorcism Technique and the Soul-Chasing Technique.

"Congeal!"

With a soft shout, a mysterious incantation suddenly appeared in the void, imprinted on his palm, and pressed directly towards Yan Lan's brow.

Yan Lan closed her beautiful eyes and let Zhao Wuji's palm cover her smooth forehead.

The curse mark, like ink dripping into water, instantly spread a mysterious pattern between her brows.

"Um"

Yan Lan parted her red lips slightly, and felt a warm current flow from her mind into the depths of her soul.

In a daze, it seemed as if thousands of threads connected her to the person in front of her, each one clearly perceptible.

The feeling was so intense that it swept over my entire body like a tidal wave.

Yan Lan felt as if her soul had been gently caressed by a pair of invisible hands, and a tingling current ran through her from the tips of her hair to her toes, causing her delicate body to tremble involuntarily.

A fine shiver ran across her snow-white skin, like the shimmering ripples on a moonlit lake.

"Little rascal"

Her eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and the blush on her earlobes spread to her jade-like neck. "What did you do to your senior master?"

Her slender fingers unconsciously tightened around her red dress. "How does it feel?"

Yan Lan suddenly raised her eyes, her fiery red lips trembling slightly: "It's as if you've seen right through my soul."

"It's just reinforcing the curse mark inside your body, Master Uncle. You don't want to be controlled by Huang Shang again in the future, do you?"

Zhao Wuji withdrew his hand and chuckled, a flash of blood moon in his double pupils: "In this way, even if you leave the Sword Domain, Master Uncle, I will still be able to vaguely sense your movements."

If anything changes in the First Heaven, I will be informed in time.

Before she finished speaking, Yan Lan felt the curse mark burning slightly deep within her soul like a branding iron, causing her body to tremble again.

This feeling was both strange and familiar, reminding her of the enchanting scene of acupuncture with golden needles in the Linglang Cave back then.

With a flick of his sleeve, Zhao Wuji caused the Heavenly Pot to ripple like water as it entered his mouth: "Go!"

"At least you still have some conscience."

Yan Lan glanced at him sideways, and with her red dress fluttering, she stepped into the entrance of the Pot Heaven.

Before leaving, she suddenly turned back, a mischievous smirk playing on her fiery red lips: "Nephew, now that we're so closely connected, you mustn't use this cursed seal to spy on your master while he bathes."

Before she could finish speaking, her beautiful figure had already disappeared into the void.

"I thought my senior sister was going to say something... but it's just more of these inappropriate things."

Zhao Wuji shook his head and chuckled, lightly rubbing the lingering fragrance between his fingertips, while his mind was also deep in thought.

Was this a warning from his senior brother or some kind of subtle reminder? It seemed like he was saying it on purpose.

Indeed, the incantations of the two arts of exorcising spirits and chasing souls are now burning brightly, and even though he is thousands of miles away, he can clearly sense the aura of that soul.

Moreover, with this cursed seal protecting them, even if that old ghost Huang Chang wanted to play any tricks, he wouldn't be able to uncover their secrets, especially his.
As Zhao Wuji watched Yan Lan's figure disappear into the entrance of the Pot Heaven, his eyes flickered slightly, and the curse mark between his brows felt a little hot.

The cursed seal guided Yan Lan to leave the Tiannan Secret Realm.

Yan Lan's trip was to test whether she could re-enter the Sword Domain located in the first level of the Ninth Heaven with the ancient sword token; this move was merely to ensure her safety.

Although he had asked the Sword Lord, he was told that if one possessed the Ancient Sword Token, one could enter the Sword Domain at any time when it opened.

However, it would be safer to test the waters first.

Even if the sword token expires, as long as Yan Lan holds the token, he can still use the Tiannan Secret Realm as a springboard to return to the Sword Domain through the Pot Heaven Space.

But if he were to go out rashly on his own...
If no one comes to meet you and the sword token becomes invalid, even with extraordinary abilities, it will be difficult to return to this ancient place of opportunity.

After all, in the struggle for immortality, one wrong step can lead to total defeat.

This seemingly insignificant move will eventually have to be made!
At this moment, a mystical light emanated from the dark lakebed.

Zhao Wuji sat cross-legged, his eyes slightly closed, his mind as clear as a mirror, reflecting the situations of Yan Lan and the demon tree's clone.

Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci

He looked thoughtful, tapping his knee lightly with his fingers. "That's quite a show of force."

Through intelligence reports from the Wang family, as well as information relayed by Yang Su and Yang Peng, the two Golden Core servants.

He already knew that outside the Yang family on the right, the Zhou family, the Yang family of Hongnong, and the cultivators of the Immortal Martial Sect had formed an impenetrable encirclement, and the situation was critical.

Lu Xianghan of the Lu family, who appears to be allied with the Lu family, also harbors ulterior motives.

At this point, the demon tree clone, disguised as Yang Xiong, had not yet appeared, and the demon began to waver.

"Old Ghost Lü"

A cold glint flashed in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

If the two Nascent Soul cultivators from the Immortal Martial Sect were to actually make a move, this fence-sitter would surely turn against them.

but
“Abandoning the Yang family on the right and protecting the Wang family was my predetermined strategy.”

Once I have escaped the Ancient Sword Domain...
With the demon tree's clone and main body joining forces, neither Zhou Wu nor Yang Tianci, these two big fish, will be able to escape!
With the help of Xiang Yu's luck, the Flower Peak Master, it is even possible to control the remains of Xiang Yu's body in both families.

Then we can free up our hands to deal with the restless Xianwu Sect and the opportunistic Lü family.

Zhao Wuji's eyes were deep and unfathomable; he had already made up his mind.

If I cannot escape in time, I will temporarily abandon the Right Yang family and first ensure that the Wang family's foundation is not lost.

With the demon tree's clone guarding the Wang family, and in conjunction with the mountain-protecting formation and Xiang Yu's fortune, even if Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci, two Nascent Soul cultivators, joined forces to attack, the defenses would remain impregnable.

However, without the help of the original body, they lack the strength to launch a counterattack and break the deadlock.

He had already considered all sorts of possibilities before he even stepped into the Ancient Sword Domain.

The demon tree clone was a backup plan he left behind to ensure the Wang family's invincibility.

As for the Yang family on the right
If that old fox Lü Xianghan protects her wholeheartedly, she can be kept safe.

If they waver and secretly collude with the Zhou and Yang families, then we should simply abandon them and let them fend for themselves.

At that time, the demon tree clone can free up its hands and join forces with Hua Qingshuang to deliver a thunderous blow to the Lü family.

No matter what.

Having failed to subdue the Wang family after a prolonged campaign, the Zhou and Yang families will inevitably turn their attention to the wavering Lü family. In this way, the Wang family's crisis will be resolved.

"The choice is entirely in my hands."

A cold glint appeared in Zhao Wuji's eyes.

He had already calculated everything in this game!
At this moment, we are just waiting for good news from our senior master.

High in the sky within the southern region of China.

"Whoosh!"

Yan Lan's graceful figure soared through the air like a startled swan, and soon she had already flown into the gale layer of the first level of the Nine Heavens.

With practiced ease, she made a hand seal, and the ancient sword token instantly shone with a bright blue light, transforming into a protective shield around her.

The overwhelming, soul-devouring gales swept in, but upon touching the azure light, they melted away like snow meeting the blazing sun.

Looking up, one sees the sword domain phantom above the sea of ​​clouds, towering like a mountain, with the ruins of a celestial palace floating among the layers of peaks.

It was clear that the Sword Domain was still open.

The sword in her hand trembled slightly, echoing the sword domain from afar, as if an invisible force was pulling her into the sword domain.

"Just as the rumors said."

Yan Lan parted her red lips slightly, a hint of understanding flashing in her beautiful eyes. She immediately stopped and transmitted a message through the incantation seal in her body: "Junior nephew, as long as you have the sword token and the sword domain is in an activated state, you can indeed enter and leave the sword domain at any time."

"it is good."

Zhao Wuji's voice came from the incantation seal, "Now that Master Uncle has found out, you can come back first."

Yan Lanzhuo stood high in the sky, then descended, smiling sweetly: "What are you saying, Junior Nephew? How could your Uncle-Master stand idly by when Junior Sister Hua is in danger?"

Her gaze shifted, glancing down at the ground below. "Besides, if you also leave the Ancient Sword Domain, the bottom of Mirror Lake Sword Realm is extremely dangerous. Without your sword path to protect me, my uncle will be all alone there. If anything happens to Mirror Lake, won't he be doomed?"

“What my senior master says is absolutely right.”

After a moment's thought, Zhao Wuji understood the meaning and secretly realized his oversight.

Moreover, if he leaves the Ancient Sword Domain and then re-enters it through the Sword Token, he will be randomly teleported elsewhere.

If we are separated from Yan Lan for too long, there is no guarantee that nothing unexpected will happen. It would be best if we stayed together.

Immediately, he stood up and took a deep look at the Qingzhou Cauldron surrounded by the barrier formed by the nine sword grasses.

Nourished by the sword energy, the ancient cauldron glowed with a faint blue light, and the patterns on its body seemed to come alive, radiating lightning.

"Next time I come, I will definitely take this cauldron!"

Zhao Wuji used a hand seal to create a false form, instantly transforming into the face of the Tiannan Patriarch.

A deeply lined old face was revealed, its wrinkles as if carved by a knife and axe, revealing the vicissitudes of time.

His expression was as cold as ice, and his eyes were as deep as an abyss.

"Wow!"

Covered in a black robe, Zhao Wuji's divine sense locked onto the Thunderclap Spear and the Soul-Splitting Frost Sword within the Tiannan Secret Realm.

The second portal to the Heavenly Pot space opened, and his figure stepped into the Heavenly Pot space, disappearing in an instant.

Meanwhile, within the Ancient Sword Domain.

"Shhh!!"

Huang Shang's dark blue robes fluttered in the wind as his figure appeared like a ghost a thousand feet away from the Mirror Lake Sword Realm.

His cold, old eyes suddenly narrowed, staring intently at the vast, mirror-like lake below.

The blood talisman in his withered palm trembled violently, yet he could no longer sense even the slightest familiar aura.

"How could this happen?"

The old man's hunched body trembled slightly, and a look of surprise and doubt appeared on his deeply lined face.

His withered fingers made several calculations, but the blood talisman remained dull and lifeless.

"Could it be."

A terrifying thought, like a venomous snake, surged into Huang Chang's mind, and his pupils shrank: "Could that girl have dared to trespass into Mirror Lake and already perished in the Sword Realm?"

The strong wind by the lake whipped up his graying hair, revealing a hideous and distorted face.

"There's another possibility. Is Yan Yaya no longer within the Sword Domain?"

He frowned, his fingers tracing the blood-red runes, feeling the completely severed connection.

"If one were outside, isolated by the sword domain's restrictions, it would indeed be difficult to detect."

This situation was not unfamiliar to him.

When the Sword Sect and the demons entered the Ancient Sword Domain, he deliberately delayed entering the Sword Domain by two days, even though he was holding a sword token, and that's when he discovered this situation.

But this is absolutely impossible.

The ancient sword domain isolates the inside from the outside. Unless the fifteen-year period expires, there is absolutely no way to escape early. This has been an ironclad rule for thousands of years!

"Bastard thing!"

He clenched his fist tightly, the blood talisman between his fingers, and swooped down like a hawk, his robes tearing open in the sword energy.

If Yan Lan dies, even if the Nine Tripods of Yu the Great are truly hidden at the bottom of the lake, as long as it is not the Tripod of Jizhou in the central region, the whereabouts of the other seven tripods will be lost forever.

This piece, which we have cultivated for many years, must not be lost!
"Zheng!!"

Just as he approached the lakeside, thousands of sword grasses suddenly straightened like bows.

The withered tree branches trembled, unleashing a chilling sword aura that rained down on the uninvited guest like a storm.
After a stick of incense.

Outside the Wang family's protective mountain formation, spirit boats and warships are trapped between heaven and earth.

The spiritual power of Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci, the two Nascent Soul True Monarchs, was like the sun soaring in the sky, causing the entire Balong Mountain to tremble.

"Master Hua!"

Zhou Wu's eyes, gleaming like lightning beneath his purple-gold crown, and his voice like the clash of cold iron, asked, "How's your Wang family's clan gathering going, which has been going on for so long?"

He rolled up his sleeves and pointed south: "My patience is limited. The Yang family on the right is about to collapse. That old man Yang Xiong is now acting like a coward!"

Yang Tianci stroked his beard and chuckled sinisterly, "If Patriarch Hua were wise enough, he should give up resistance and surrender quickly. Don't."

His words were laced with threat as his gaze swept over the many Wang family members within the formation: "You'll ruin the future of your entire clan!"

Within the array.

Hua Qingshuang's icy eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at the dark figure beside her.

"It doesn't matter."

The demon tree clone stood with its hands behind its back, its cloak fluttering even without wind: "The main body is on its way and will arrive shortly."

A murderous glint appeared in his eyes beneath his black robe: "It's time to make a move."

"Wuji has arrived, is it true?"

Hua Qingshuang's usually aloof and cold face suddenly lit up with surprise.

In the blink of an eye
"boom!"

The demon tree's clone suddenly soared into the air!

The terrifying spiritual power of the Nascent Soul stage cultivator erupted like a volcano, his black cloak fluttering wildly, creating a surge of spiritual energy in the void.

"what?!"

Zhou Wu and Yang Tianci's expressions changed drastically, and their pupils contracted.

"Could it be Daoist Xinghe?!"

Zhou Wu narrowed his eyes beneath his purple-gold crown, and said warily, "Fellow Daoist Xinghe, do not make a mistake! Helping the Wang family today, even if you are a Nascent Soul True Monarch..."

Lightning gathered in his palm, and his voice was as cold as iron: "You too will not escape this calamity!"

Yang Tianci narrowed his eyes, his spiritual power surging, and he added in a sinister tone, "Fellow Daoist Xinghe, you have cultivated for many years with great difficulty, barely surviving until now. Why bother getting involved in this mess today?"

"Noisy!"

The demon tree clone, its black robes fluttering, suddenly let out a cold snort, and its right arm twisted and swelled, transforming into a giant arm entangled with countless ferocious blood branches.

A blinding, bloodthirsty light erupted like a volcano, and dark gold patterns flowed beneath the skin, revealing the majestic outline of Xiang Yu's right arm.

With each increment of the glow of the patterns, the void trembled, as if unable to withstand the ancient and ferocious power.

"die!"

The demon tree clone unleashed a punch, the force of which was like a pillar of heaven collapsing, a blood-red column of energy piercing through the clouds.

Wherever it passed, the sea of ​​clouds was torn apart, carving out a vacuum trench thousands of feet long in the sky.

The void exploded with concentric crimson ripples, like blood lotuses blooming, each ripple containing terrifying power capable of tearing mountains and splitting seas.

"Xiang Yu's right arm?!"

Zhou Wu's eyes widened beneath his purple-gold crown, filled with shock and rage: "You're not Xinghe Daoist, you're Yang Xiong!? You actually abandoned your own clan to protect the Wang family?"

In his haste, the veins on his left arm bulged, and Xiang Yu's true blood surged through his meridians like a river bursting its banks, instantly coating his entire arm with a dark golden luster.

With the same punch, the golden fist energy surged forth like an angry dragon emerging from the sea, its head roaring ferociously, colliding fiercely with the blood-red pillar of heaven.

"clang!!"

The two powerful fists collided in mid-air, producing a metallic clang.

The earthquake shook the mountains within a radius of a hundred miles.

The shockwave erupting from the collision center spread out in a ring, tearing the clouds to shreds.

The demon tree clone's fist force was clearly much stronger; the blood-red pillar crushed the golden dragon, and the aftershocks swept by like a hurricane.

Several spirit ships disintegrated on the spot like paper, their decks cracking inch by inch.

Before dozens of cultivators could even form hand seals to protect themselves, they burst open one after another like ripe watermelons, turning into clouds of blood mist that spread across the sky.

"Brother Yang, please help me!"

Zhou Wu grunted and retreated violently, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth, as he shouted sharply.

"kill him!"

Almost simultaneously, Yang Tianci let out a long roar, and his left leg suddenly burst forth with dazzling golden light. Xiang Yu's true blood surged through his meridians like a dragon, and his entire left leg was instantly coated with a layer of dark golden luster.

"boom!"

His figure blurred and disappeared like lightning, leaving only a ring of explosive air in his place.

Seventy-two linked blades emerged one after another from his sleeve, their blades humming and trembling as they intertwined in mid-air to form a death vortex.

Each blade of light was enveloped in a spiraling energy.

Wherever it passed, the void distorted, and it actually carved out a vacuum trench a hundred feet long above Balong Mountain!
At this critical moment.
"Buzz!"

In the blink of an eye, deep within the Wang family's ancestral home, the teleportation array suddenly erupted with dazzling spiritual light.

As the array patterns swirled, two figures emerged from the ripples in space.

One of the figures in black robes had barely revealed himself when he suddenly threw out a long spear that crackled with lightning.

"Tsk!"

A dazzling bolt of lightning, like a silver river cascading from the heavens, instantly tore through the sky.

The lightning bolt flowed with azure electric light, and the spear was wrapped with dense lightning patterns. Wherever it passed, the void shattered inch by inch like a mirror!
"Boom!!"

The lightning spear and the blade array clashed violently, and the seventy-two mother and child blades shattered one after another like paper.

The lightning bolt, its momentum undiminished, hurtled like a shooting star, heading straight for Yang Tianci's face!

"presumptuous!"

Yang Tianci roared angrily, and an ancient shield suddenly flew out from his sleeve.

The shield is engraved with the Xuanwu totem, and when it is exposed to the wind, it grows to a size of three zhang (approximately 10 meters), as thick and heavy as a mountain, lying in front of you.

"clang!!!"

A thunderclap boomed, its sound shaking the heavens.

The moment of impact, the entire Tyrant Dragon Mountain trembled, and the protective array's light screen rippled violently.

"Crack!"

Spiderweb-like cracks spread wildly across the surface of the ancient shield. Yang Tianci groaned and flew backward more than ten feet like a kite with a broken string, a trace of scarlet blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

The aftershocks of the lightning swept in all directions, and several spirit ships exploded one after another like fireworks.

Before dozens of cultivators could even form hand seals to protect themselves, they were turned into charred remains in the blinding lightning!

"Who are you, you scoundrel?!"

Zhou Wu's eyes widened in anger beneath his purple-gold crown, and the pressure of his Nascent Soul swept out like a tidal wave.

The lightning suddenly swirled back, condensing into a figure in mid-air.

A pale, withered hand gripped the Thunderclap Spear, its tip still crackling with blinding lightning.

The cloak was lifted, revealing a cold and weathered face.

His eyes were deep and unfathomable, giving an impression of ruthlessness and coldness, but also possessing a domineering aura that intimidated people. He coldly uttered four words:
"I am the Ancestor of Tiannan!"

(End of this chapter)