This Dao Ancestor is too young.

brush!

The Sea-Swallowing Pot floated down, and a heavy feeling came from the palm of his hand.

Wisps of mist enveloped Zhang Yuanzhu, his figure gradually becoming indistinct. His gaze swept over the people on both banks of the river, and he murmured:

"I must go now. The road ahead is wide open, and I cannot afford to linger even for a moment. Take care, everyone."

As the words faded, the figure slowly dispersed and disappeared.

For a moment, the people on both sides of the river all showed reluctance, and some even shed tears.

Only those who have truly experienced these past few days of calamity can understand what despair, darkness, and the ray of light that pierced through that darkness truly mean.

At this moment, they instinctively uttered the words of the utmost respect from their hearts.

"The Great Ancestor!"

"The Great Ancestor!!"

One person whispers, ten people speak loudly, a hundred people shout, until a thousand or ten thousand people shout.

It's not that I recognized the boy's true identity, but rather that, in this world at this moment, these words are the most revered.

……

West of Jiaoyuan City, Zhang Yuanzhu, wearing a clean cotton coat and carrying a long sword, headed west.

As far as the eye could see, the earth was cracked and parched, the grass and trees were withered and yellow, and the roars of wild beasts could be heard from time to time.

Compared to the city walls, the area outside the city is more desolate and more dangerous.

However, some things must eventually come to an end. The demonic cultivators of the Tao family fled westward, and now that they have left the city, we should search for their whereabouts.

While pondering the matter of searching for the demonic cultivators, Zhang Yuanzhu circulated the azure-colored magical power within his dantian to refine the yin energy and enhance his own cultivation.

He was not fast, and occasionally he would stop to kill wild beasts and share the meat with the nearby people.

Two days passed, and it was late at night.

The young man sat cross-legged under a withered tree, holding a jade slip in his hand, and flipping through the "Moonlight Protection Technique".

As the magic power circulated, strands of moonlight fell from the sky, seeping into the body and tempering the flesh and blood.

A tingling and cool sensation surged from all parts of my body, enveloping my blood, bones, and even internal organs in a silvery glow.

Every minute, every second, his physical body was getting stronger.

Suddenly, shouts came from afar, accompanied by the clanging of metal.

"Don't let a single person escape."

"Kill him. We must not let him smuggle the message out."

"Qian Kingdom's Divine Arresters, you've all courted death. These matters are not for you to investigate."

At the sound of the reprimand, Zhang Yuanzhu frowned slightly, dispersed the moonlight around him, and looked up.

A burly man wearing leather armor and a bright red headband came into view.

The burly man, his face covered in blood and his leather armor tattered, growled the moment he saw the boy:

"Bandits are attacking! Leave immediately!"

After shouting, the burly man changed direction and fled quickly.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhang Yuanzhu's eyes.

He thought this person would take the blame for him, but he didn't expect to meet someone with a good heart.

He slowly stood up and looked at the crowd approaching from a distance.

One after another, horse-riding figures emerged from the shadows. They were clad in black armor and wore demon-face masks. Some carried long spears, while others drew longbows. The lead knight wore bronze armor engraved with mysterious patterns and had a golden bell on his head.

The armor was of excellent quality, and there were even Qi Refining cultivators holding magical artifacts and overseeing the situation.

Their attire makes them look more like organized soldiers than bandits gathered in the wilderness.

The lead knight, upon seeing the boy, his eyes turned cold. He extended his hand, waved it in the boy's direction, and uttered two words:

"Kill him!"

As soon as he finished speaking, several iron cavalrymen rushed out from the ranks and galloped toward the boy.

The sound of hooves echoed, the armor was cold, and the halberd, propelled by inertia, swung down with a deafening roar as it tore through the air.

Ding ding~

Amidst the clanging of metal, the eyes of several charging knights simultaneously shifted.

The halberd was concealed by a layer of silver gauze.

"A monk!"

Before there was any other reaction, a fair hand appeared, filling the entire field of vision, and then landed on the forehead.

bang bang bang~

The helmet shattered, and the head exploded like a fruit, with blood mixed with metal fragments flying everywhere.

In less than a breath, all three cavalrymen were dead, with no trace of life remaining.

Zhang Yuanzhu lowered his hand, his expression indifferent as he gazed at the still-departing cavalry.

"I'm curious, did you just slaughter every passerby you encountered along the way?"

As the words drifted down, the figure moved forward, and beams of moonlight fell from the sky, covering every corner of the body. The black hair danced in the wind, exuding a captivating aura.

Ta-ta-ta~

The deep footsteps, like the beating of war drums, shook the soul.

At this moment, the many cavalrymen no longer cared about the fleeing man with the headband, and the leader's eyes became solemn.

He somewhat regretted using the remnants of the Divine Arrest Bureau as bait.

"It was a misunderstanding. We were chasing after the thief and disturbed your peace. We are willing to make compensation."

The knight, clad in bronze armor, had a golden bell trembling slightly above his head.

A bell tolled, breaking through the oppressive aura; the voice was sincere:

"This is an internal affair of the Qian Kingdom. If you interfere, there will be a catastrophe that will crush you to pieces."

Zhang Yuanzhu paused slightly, a wide smile spreading across his face.

He seemed to have thought of something funny, and uttered each word carefully:

"Qian Kingdom? Divine Arrest Bureau?"

"Is it a calamity like that Dao Ancestor in my future memories, who waged war against you for years, staining millions of miles of mountains and rivers with blood?"

Boom~

It was as if a thunderclap resounded in the hearts of the many knights. How dare the young man before them humiliate the Qian Kingdom in this way?

Who in the world doesn't know that in the future that should have happened, many forces in the Qian Kingdom were engaged in endless battles with that being, and in the end, all the forces, large and small, were wiped out?

This naturally includes their host family.

"How dare you!"

"Arrogant!!"

"A thousand-year-old family, how dare you, a mere rogue cultivator, humiliate us!"

Several angry shouts rang out, and the gazes of the many cavalrymen beneath their armor turned icy and chilling.

The lead cavalryman, no longer hesitating, growled:

"Crush him!"

thump~

The golden bells rang, the iron cavalry charged, and the aura of war soared to the sky.

Like a dark torrent, it surged forth at the sound of the bell.

Zhang Yuanzhu's smile remained unchanged. He made a clenching motion in the air, and a long sword formed from flowing water appeared in his palm.

The water spun rapidly, constantly compressing, and the surrounding air emitted a sharp cutting sound.

Facing forward, the longsword fell, and moonlight shone down.

Snap! Sizzle!

The battle halberd shattered, the armor plates tore apart, and several figures were torn apart as if made of paper, with blood splattering down and staining the earth red.

At the same time, a cavalryman rushed in front of the boy, his expression ferocious beneath his mask, and swung his halberd down with force.

bang~

The war spears stirred ripples on the moonlight, but could not break through them at all.

Before any action could be taken, a fair hand grew larger and larger in their eyes.

bang~

Zhang Yuanzhu smashed his enemy's head with a palm strike and continued to charge forward with his longsword.

Each swing of the sword takes away several lives.

Under the young man's sword, there was no difference between cultivators and strong ordinary people.

dong dong dong~

The tolling of bells echoed, and invisible waves surged in all directions, creating ripples on the moonlight, yet they could not break through the silver veil.

At this moment, the golden bell hovered in front of the leader, shaking wildly.

Until...

slap~

A hand, bathed in a sky-blue glow, grasped the golden bell and slowly removed it:

"The ritual implement is quite nice."

The boy looked up at the armored soldier and whispered:

"The person is quite different!"