<strong><b>Chapter 1</b></strong><strong><b>398</b></strong><strong><b>: Fellow Daoist, listen to my exnation, immediately became confused</b></strong>
Although many had never seen Hun Yuan Jun in person, legends about him circted throughout the great universes of the immortal civilization. When people spoke of him, they often refrained from using his true name, referring to him instead as Ancestor Hun. He was an invincible figure who had dominated multiple eras, renowned both in the past and present as the ancestor of the Hun n and the most distinguished being of his time.
No one had anticipated that he would emerge in the depths of the Zhuo n and cause such significant upheaval.
“Hun Yuan Jun hasn’t revealed his true form in this world for many years. It’s said he’s working on an even more terrifying method…”
“Such an invincible existence, once engaged in battle, can easily devastate the universe and shatter worlds.”
“However, that mysterious old man in the ck robe also possesses terrifying and unfathomable strength.”
Across many realms, countless eyes were fixed on the scene, filled with shock. These were ancient beings of various races who had lived for immeasurable ages. Hun Yuan Jun had appeared to confront the monstrous hand of the Bone Ancestor.
He knew he was in the wrong, but as a well-known and powerful figure in the immortal civilization, he couldn’t simply allow others to strike him without consequence. How could he endure such a loss of face?
“Fellow Daoist, please listen to my exnation. I acknowledge my fault in this matter, and I am willing topensate you,” Hun Yuan Jun said in a deep voice.As he spoke, the phantom of a divine beast appeared, seemingly summoned from an unknown realm, to confront the giant hand descending from the old man in ck.
Terrifying energy erupted, filling the sky and overwhelming the universe. Many extraterrestrial gxies were annihted instantly, reduced to ashes that scattered across the cosmos.
“Compensation? That’s not for you to decide,” Bone Ancestor replied with a disdainful sneer. Apanied by the swirling ck mist, he stepped down, causing the entire sky to seem to sink momentarily.
The terrifying giant hand continued its relentless descent, showing no signs of dissipating as it loomed across the sky, casting a shadow over the universe. The scene was utterly chilling; heaven and earth were shrouded in darkness, the stars dimmed, and the sun and moon lost their light.
Chaotic energy evaporated into luminous particles, swirling between the fingers of that colossal hand.
“This is too deceitful! But I must ask you, what kind of methods do you possess?” Hun Yuan Jun eximed, his expression darkening as he shouted again. Throughout his endless years, he had never known defeat and always prided himself on his strength. How could he allow such a formidable opponent to bully him?
Endless golden mist swirled around him, embodying countless worlds and containing supreme, surging power. The two figures shed, and the very fabric of time and space in that area became chaotic. Only those truly powerful could glimpse what transpired.
The ground shook with a terrifying tremor, and boundless energy boiled, threatening to disintegrate entire realms. Battling such an existence was catastrophic; entire worlds were annihted with each sh, and the long river of time itself seemed to evaporate in their wake.
The territory of the Zhuo n was thrown into chaos, as creatures and cultivators alike felt a wave of unease and panic wash over them. It had been years since they had witnessed a battle of this magnitude, and even the elders of the Zhuo n felt powerless to intervene.
“This kind of battle is beyond my reach,” one elder remarked, watching in awe.
“They’ve already moved beyond our territory. That realm iswless and unrestrained—a battlefield where only beings of their caliber can tread.”
As word spread across the many realms of the immortal civilization, countless ancient forces and ethnic groups were shaken by the events unfolding that day. Within the Zhuo n, senior officials exchanged worried nces, their faces reflecting shock and concern. ??????????
In the distant territory of the Hun n, many members watched the confrontation from afar, trembling in fear.
Zhuo Fengxie stood at the heart of the n, his expression clouded with worry. He had never anticipated that Hun Yuan Jun’s overconfidence would lead to such an rming situation.
Moreover, this trouble would not be resolved easily. The battle was destined tost for some time. While Hun Yuan Jun had initiated the conflict, it was clear that the old man in the ck robe was acting on someone else’s orders. The true architect behind this situation was Gu Changge.
“What is his intention with this? Is he warning both the Zhuo and Hun ns?”
In Gufeng Ancient City, amotion erupted as people were thrown into a state of panic and disbelief. Although the sh between Hun Yuan Jun and the Bone Ancestor had transcended their world, the lingering, terrifying aura still permeated the air.
Many could see an arm, seeminglyposed of countless white bones and enveloped in boundless ck mist, stretching out from the battlefield and continuously striking at its opponent. This was the true hand that covered the sky and the earth, and with a single grasp, it seemed to envelop the entire universe.
What they witnessed was merely a reflection of the chaos unfolding in that distant battleground. They were powerless to spy on the real confrontation, unable to grasp its full scope.
“Master…”
In a remote location, several of Hun Yuan Jun’s personal disciples awoke, their voices rising in anguish as they gazed toward the battlefield, desperate to help but realizing their limitations. This unparalleled sh was not only capturing the world’s attention; it was consuming the very fabric of reality around them.
Gu Changge watched the unfolding chaos with a calm demeanor, in stark contrast to the restlessness and concern radiating from the various ethnic groups. He satfortably by the window of a pavilion, savoring a fragrant cup of tea that sent up gentle tendrils of steam.
“Senior Bone Ancestor’s strength is truly unfathomable,” Ling Huang remarked, her expression filled with admiration as she gazed into the distance. With her current abilities, she could only catch glimpses of the battle’s true nature, unable to fully grasp the magnitude of the conflict between the two powerful figures.@@novelbin@@
Beside her, Mo Tong stood in silence, unable to mask her shock and disbelief. She had never anticipated that the seemingly unremarkable ck-robed old man apanying Gu Changge possessed such terrifying strength. His opponent, Hun Yuan Jun, was an invincible ancestor of the Hun n, a figure she had always regarded with awe and reverence.
“He’s slightly underestimating the enemy,” Gu Changge remarked with a smile as he set down his teacup.
<em><i>But this battle doesn’t necessarily need to be won through force. I merely wish to convey an attitude to the Zhuo and Hun ns.</i></em>
As Zhuo Fengxie sought to gauge Gu Changge’s stance, thetter was more than willing to provide him with this opportunity. In Gufeng Ancient City, countless cultivators and beings focused intently on the unfolding conflict, eager to discover its oue. Many onlookers castplicated nces in the direction of Gu Changge’s temporary residence, grappling with disbelief that the formidable ck-robed figure shing with the ancestor of the Hun n was merely an old servant to the man in white.
“Master, when will we have such a powerful existence leading our Scavengers Sect?”
In another inn, Wang He and other members of the Scavenger Sect were also captivated by the spectacle. Many young disciples found their hearts swelling with admiration and longing as they watched the extraordinary disy of strength.
To the onlookers, what they witnessed that day felt like the resurgence of ancient legends and myths, reshaping the very fabric of their world. It was a sight they could hardly fathom in their everyday lives.
<em><i>There will be a day! </i></em>
Wang He thought, his heart brimming with enthusiasm and a deep yearning for the invincible power that dominated the realm. Currently, he stood at the half-step Dao realm, just a step away from breaking through into the Dao realm. He believed that with the right opportunity, he could leap forward, unlocking the mysteries of the Book of Scavengers and ascending to a higher level of existence.
<em><i>But speaking of it, such a formidable figure is merely an old servant under someone else. What could be the origin of that mysterious man in white?</i></em>
Some young disciples pondered, their thoughts drifting to the implications of Gu Changge’s power and influence. They felt an even greater shock and disbelief as they realized the depth of the enigma surrounding him—an existence that seemed to surpass any level they couldprehend or imagine.
For them, witnessing such events felt like stepping into the realm of the Arabian Nights. Even if someone had recounted the tale, few would have believed it. Hearing their astonished remarks, Wang He couldn’t help but feel a pang of resentment. It reminded him of how the mysterious figure had intervened and taken away the gray-haired girl he had been eyeing.
He had tried to dismiss the thought, but it lingered like a thorn in his heart. Every time he recalled it, a wave of unwillingness surged within him, as if something that rightfully belonged to him had been snatched away. This emotion had clung to him for days, making it increasingly difficult to meditate properly.
Moreover, wasn’t the power wielded by that old servant—the very strength he had been pursuing for so long—now reduced to servitude before others?
“Shut up! Don’t talk about this kind of thing,” Wang He snapped, his face darkening.
“It’s not good for you to be so high-minded. You can only go further if you keep your feet on the ground.”
The disciples of the Scavengers Sect immediately fell silent upon noticing Wang He’s sudden anger, unsure of what had caused his outburst. It was unusual for him to scold anyone in such a tone, and they exchanged uneasy nces, deciding it was best not to bring up the subject again.
<em><i>A cultivator in the true Dao realm, having survived at least five catastrophes, yet reduced to nothing more than another’s old servant.</i></em>
Wang He muttered under his breath, his mind racing.
But just then, an indifferent voice, so faint it was almost like a whisper carried by the wind, reached his ears. The tone was emotionless, detached, and it said, “Is what your disciples said true?”
Wang He froze in surprise, his face betraying a mixture of confusion and astonishment as he processed the sudden intrusion.
However, Wang He was not one to disy anger or frustration openly. He quicklyposed himself, waved his hands to dismiss his disciples, and then focused his thoughts to respond to the voice he had just heard.
“What my disciples said is undoubtedly true. Do you have some insight into this matter?” he asked calmly.
“Hehe, a cultivator who has survived at least five catastrophes reduced to being an old servant.” the indifferent voice replied, a mocking tone evident in its tone.
Wang He frowned slightly. He was ustomed to the artifact spirit of the Book of Scavengers maintaining a detached attitude toward him. This time, he had sought its input out of curiosity, but it seemed unwilling to share any information. Itsck of response led him to believe that his n to garner its interest through this topic had failed, leaving him feeling somewhat defeated.
“I didn’t expect that I would wake up from a deep sleep and hear such an interesting thing,” the artifact spirit remarked.
“But I advise you to tread carefully; there are some matters best left alone. Inquiring too deeply will do you no good.”
Wang He’s frown rxed slightly at the spirit’s warning.
“Are you actually caring for me by saying that?” he replied with a smile. To him, it was unusual for the artifact spirit to express itself so freely. He would not have believed it if he hadn’t sensed a hint of concern for his safety.
“Loveless,” the spirit responded, its tone still indifferent and cold. After uttering those four words, it fell silent.
“Sooner orter, you will submit,” Wang He said, shaking his head as the smile faded from his face.
He understood that the Book of Scavengers and its spirit were essentially two separate entities. The spirit could influence the book in certain ways, which prevented Wang He, as its master, from exercisingplete control over the treasure. However, he noted that the spirit was no longer what it once was. It seemed resigned to its fate, no longer fighting for dominance. Yet, the artifact spirit’s unusual reaction to his words today caught his attention, hinting that perhaps there was more beneath the surface than he had initially realized.
The ultimate battle outside the world finally came to an end, and stars fell like rain. One after another, they plummeted from the sky as the dome of the heavens disintegrated and copsed. The terrifying energy that had surged through the battlefield began to subside, yet many areasy dried up and reduced to ruins. This devastation was merely a result of the leaked fluctuations; the true horror of what transpired in the heart of the battlefield was beyond the imagination of ordinary people.
However, no one in the outside world knew the oue of the sh—how tragic it had been or who had emerged victorious. Hun Yuan Jun returned to the territory of the Zhuo n, appearing much like he had before. Yet Zhuo Fengxie could see that hisplexion was grim, and his aura was unstable. It was evident that Hun Yuan Jun had not gained the upper hand in this battle and had likely suffered a significant loss.
“Tomorrow morning, you will apany me to visit Mr. Gu and apologize to him,” Hun Yuan Jun instructed curtly. He said little else to Zhuo Fengxie before disappearing from the area in an instant, clearly feeling humiliated by the oue of the confrontation.
Zhuo Fengxie’s expression grew heavy upon hearing this. Even as one of the strongest figures, having faced countless invincible opponents throughout history, he found himself powerless against the mysterious old man in the ck robe.
If Zhuo Fengxie were to engage inbat against him, the oue would likely be simr. “Things are getting moreplicated and tricky…” he thought, frowning and sighing inwardly.
At that moment, Bone Ancestor returned to Gu Changge’s side, andpared to Hun Yuan Jun’s grim demeanor, he wore a peculiar smile. “This battle was truly enjoyable. That guy’s methods were impressive; he managed to tap into about 70% of my strength. However, in front of the young master, I could easily suppress him with just one finger.”
Bone Ancestor relished the experience, finding it to be the most exhrating fight he had engaged in since awakening. Mo Tong, observing him closely for the first time, felt a mix of admiration and astonishment. She was taken aback by Bone Ancestor’s earlier remark but was utterly stunned by his next statement, which further revealed the depth of his confidence and power.