Starting as the heir of a marquis's mansion, I gained access to a summoning system.

The Azure Dragon Society, a secret stronghold somewhere.

Li Chenzhou sat at the head of the table.

Zhuo Donglai stood to the left.

The purple clothes gleamed eerily in the dim light.

"Recently, the Iron Blood Hall and the Antarctic Sword Sect have been getting close," Zhuo Donglai said. "They seem to be discussing something."

"What about Chaotian Palace?"

Li Chenzhou didn't look up, his fingers gently stroking the armrest of the seat.

"Chaotian Palace has not made a clear statement. However, Daoist Chaotian's people have been frequently appearing on the territory of the Iron Blood Hall recently."

As Zhuo Donglai spoke, he took out a thin piece of paper from his sleeve and handed it over. "This is the list that the Six Halls found—the contact records of personnel from the Iron Blood Hall, the Antarctic Sword Sect, and the Chaotian Palace. The time, place, and number of times are all on it."

Li Chenzhou took the paper and glanced at it.

His gaze was calm.

"Keep an eye on them, but don't alert them."

"Yes."

"Also, any news from the Endless Mountains?"

"The restrictions on the ruins are dissipating at an accelerated pace, and it is expected to be fully activated within a month," Zhuo Donglai said, his purple robes fluttering slightly. "Everyone is preparing. The Antarctic Sword Sect, the Iron Blood Hall, the Chaotian Palace, the Azure Dragon Temple... even the Blood Nether Sect and the Heavenly Net are secretly mobilizing people. The Embroidered Uniform Guard and the Zhenfu Division have also made moves."

Li Chenzhou slightly raised his eyes.

"What about the White Lotus Sect?"

"No movement has been detected yet." Zhuo Donglai paused, "However, given the nature of the White Lotus Sect, they won't give up. Now that the Netherworld Dharma King is dead, they will definitely send someone else. We just don't know who it will be."

Li Chenzhou pondered for a moment.

"Send someone to Pingyang County to inform the young master of this news." He raised his head, his gaze as steady as a rock. "The emergence of these relics is no small matter. Please make the decision, young master."

"Yes."

Zhuo Donglai bowed and turned to leave. His purple figure gradually disappeared in the dim light, like a wisp of smoke dissipating into the darkness.

Pingyang County, the rear courtyard of the Zhenfu Division.

As the sun set, it cast a long shadow of the old locust tree in the courtyard.

Dongfang Weiwo sat in his study, holding a secret letter in his hand.

He opened the letter and read it line by line.

The ancient ruins of the Endless Mountains—the restrictions are dissipating at an accelerated pace, and various forces are mobilizing their troops—the Antarctic Sword Sect, the Iron Blood Hall, the Chaotian Palace, the Azure Dragon Temple, the Blood Nether Sect, the Heavenly Net, the Embroidered Uniform Guard, the Zhenfu Division… even the White Lotus Sect may secretly send people here.

The countdown to the opening of the site has begun.

A glint flashed in Dongfang Weiwo's eyes.

When a relic is discovered, a chosen one will surely appear.

This is a pattern he summarized from his experience with novels in his previous life. The chosen ones—those favored by heaven and earth—will stand out in ruins, secret realms, and great chaos, advancing triumphantly and invincible.

The Child of Destiny signifies the Wheel of Fate.

The Wheel of Fate signifies energy points.

He has over three million energy points now, but who would complain about having too many?

Moreover, the ruins themselves may contain ancient treasures, cultivation techniques, elixirs... If he can find anything there, it will greatly benefit his cultivation.

"Mr. Simon."

He spoke, his voice not loud, but clear.

There was a slight movement in the air at the door of the study.

The swordsman, dressed in snow-white robes, emerged from the shadows as if he had always been there and had never left.

"Young master."

"I want to go to the Endless Mountains."

"When do we depart?"

"No rush." ​​Dongfang Weiwo stood up and walked to the window.

"Let them go first, we'll arrive later."

He turned around and looked at Ximen Chuixue.

"When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits."

Deep within the endless mountains.

The earth was shaking.

It was as if some ancient behemoth was writhing underground. The soil beneath our feet trembled, the rocks rolled, and the trees swayed.

Spiritual energy is surging.

The concentration of spiritual energy within a radius of a hundred miles had increased several times over. The air became heavy and viscous, and each breath felt like swallowing nectar. Some rogue cultivators who had been stuck at their bottlenecks for years felt an opportunity for breakthrough after just standing in this spiritual energy for a short while.

The restrictions above the mountains resembled a giant spider web, stretching across the sky. At this moment, those shimmering grids were shattering and dissipating piece by piece.

With each crack that appeared, blinding golden light shone through, illuminating half the sky as if it were daytime. The golden light contained an ancient and majestic aura that made one want to kneel in worship.

The beasts mutated wildly under the influence of spiritual energy.

An ordinary tiger had doubled in size in just a few days, its fur now bulging with bulging muscles, and its eyes glowing crimson. It roared to the sky, its voice shaking the mountains and forests, clearly a demonic beast at the Innate Realm.

The wolf pack raced through the moonlight, each wolf's aura rising steadily.

The giant python rolled and writhed in the mountain stream, its scales gleaming with a metallic sheen.

These mutated beasts began rampaging around the endless mountains, tearing apart any creatures that dared to trespass into their territory.

But further afield, some people are not afraid of these wild beasts.

Spies from various factions had already been scattered around the mountain range. They lurked in the treetops, behind rocks, and in the grass, like a flock of hungry vultures, watching and guarding against each other.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on the crumbling barrier.

Every hand was placed on the weapon.

Qishan Prefecture, Qingmu Sword Sect.

The back mountain.

Qing Yuanzi stood on the edge of the cliff, his aged body slightly hunched in the wind. He gazed at the golden light in the direction of the endless mountains, his cloudy old eyes filled with longing—a longing so intense it was almost overflowing, like a drowning person looking at the light on the shore.

"The ruins are about to open..." he murmured, his voice hoarse as if two pieces of sandpaper were rubbing together.

"Sect Leader, should we send someone over?" the disciple behind him asked cautiously.

"Send orders, but don't fight over them. Observe first. Let the big powers fight it out, and we'll reap the benefits."

"Yes."

The disciple bowed, accepted the order, and turned to leave.

Qing Yuanzi looked back at the Endless Mountains, his eyes flashing with cold light.

He doesn't have much time left to live.

These ancient ruins may be his last hope.