After their advancent to the status of saintly forces, the strength of the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court, Dionysus Saint Land, Thousand Demon Saint Court, and Purple Cloud Saint Land had increased significantly. This surge in power left the Kylin Saint Land deeply uneasy.
At Kylin Hall, nurous Emperor Realm Martial Artists were gathered. The atmosphere was heavy, and their faces were grim, devoid of any joy.
"Old Ancestor, Dionysus Saint Land, the Thousand Demon Saint Court, and Purple Cloud Saint Land are reinforcing their borders. The situation is dire!" the Kylin Saint Lord said, breaking the silence.
Ever since the Ice Imperial Bear Clan established the Thousand Demon Saint Court, he had imdiately sensed an impending crisis and had hastily dispatched a large number of Scouts to the front lines. The situation was unfolding just as he had feared. The Thousand Demon Saint Court, Dionysus Saint Land, and Purple Cloud Saint Land seed to have a prior agreent, all deploying troops to the borders of the Kylin Saint Land, adopting an offensive posture.
"Those three factions all have the support of other Saint Lands. I suspect they’ve reached a tacit understanding to eliminate the native forces of the East Border first," Old Ancestor Tianqilin stated gravely.
"Why are they not targeting the Qin Dynasty?" an Emperor Realm Old Ancestor asked, puzzled. From the ti of his ergence, he was unclear about the Qin Dynasty’s background.
In fact, it wasn’t just him; even the Kylin Saint Lord couldn’t discern the Qin Dynasty’s true origins. The intelligence they had gathered indicated that the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court had a clean background, with no ties to any other Saint Lands. It should have been a power that rose indigenously from the East Border. However, reason told him that the origins of the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court were anything but ordinary. He couldn’t believe that the Qin Dynasty could ascend from a small frontier state to a Saint’s Court in rely six years. Even if Kunlun Supre were alive, such a feat would be impossible.
"The Qin Dynasty has a mysterious background. It’s likely these three factions also believe the Qin Dynasty has the backing of a Saint Land. Therefore, among the five major powers in the East Border, we are the only truly native force!" the Kylin Saint Lord explained.
Seated at the head, Old Ancestor Wanlin frowned. "Never mind the Qin Dynasty’s Saint’s Court for now. We must first figure out how to resolve this crisis."
Currently, the Kylin Saint Land’s strength was insufficient to withstand an attack from the three factions.
"Old Ancestor, should we form an alliance with the forces of the Middle Region?" the Kylin Saint Lord proposed. The Saint Lands backing the three aggressor factions also had enemies in the Middle Region. If they could win them over, it would instantly compensate for the Kylin Saint Land’s disadvantage.
Old Ancestor Wanlin sank into deep thought. The strategy of ’driving the wolf to chase the tiger’ was indeed effective. But he feared that after driving away the tiger, they might instead find a ferocious wolf rampaging in their own ho.
BOOM—
Just as he was about to respond, a thunderous voice originated from the Middle Region, its echo reverberating through the sky, lingering for a long ti.
"What happened?"
Everyone hurriedly exited the main hall and gazed towards the Middle Region. They saw a colossal white pillar of light connecting heaven and earth, like a celestial pillar supporting the world. An overwhelming power, far surpassing that of Emperor Realm Martial Artists, swept out in all directions, making every living being feel insignificant.
Countless immortal cranes circled the pillar of light, and nurous golden dragons soared into the Nine Heavens, gazing down upon all living beings. Many powerful Martial Artists could perceive a new world at the apex of the light pillar. Its sky was ford from countless stars, and its vast lands were divided into Nine Heavens. Countless creatures, never before seen or heard of, inhabited this strange, new world.
"Is this... the Immortal Realm?" one Emperor Realm Martial Artist muttered, his eyes blazing with fervent desire. He was utterly convinced that this was the world inhabited by Immortals, the world of his dreams.
Across the East Border, West Border, South Territory, North Territory, and Middle Region, all Emperor Realm Martial Artists stared, dumbfounded, at the extraordinary phenonon.
In a daze, they saw a towering figure in a Daoist robe, a sharp sword in hand, erge from that world. His face was indistinct, but one could see his eyes gazing into the vast sky.
"I am the Primordial One. I have left a legacy on Bull Head Mountain in the Middle Region. All prodigious talents of later generations may seek it. Those who are fated will obtain it!"
The spectral figure drew his battle sword and slashed downwards. A brilliant sword light split the heavens, and the nine-layered world instantly dissolved into nothingness. All the strange phenona vanished.
Only Emperor Realm Martial Artists above the Origin Great Emperor level could clearly sense a power that did not belong to this spatio-temporal realm. It traveled through endless ages, following the threads of causality, and was about to descend upon this world.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG...
All the battle swords across the continent began to tremble violently. They levitated in mid-air, their tips uniformly pointing in the sa direction, emitting crisp, lodious chis.
A wave of apprehension and unease washed over everyone.
「In the Middle Region」
Beside an ancient, unremarkable mountain range, stood ten figures cloaked in black. Each held a Formation disk, their gazes fixed doubtfully upon the sky.
"Pavilion Master, could there have been a mistake?" one of the black-robed n asked.
"Silence! How could the Master’s deduction be wrong?" Hontian, Pavilion Master of the Eternal Temple, who led them, said coldly. "After we return, confine yourself to the Soul Cave for three months as punishnt!"
The man who had just spoken hastily expressed his gratitude, "Thank you, Pavilion Master!"
He knew this was the punishnt for questioning the Master, and a light one at that, so his heart was filled with gratitude.
As they conversed, the sky above the mountain range suddenly split open. A white Sword Qi materialized and plunged straight into the mountain’s peak, bathing the entire range in a brilliant white radiance.
"Quick, activate the Formation!" Hontian’s eyes lit up as he commanded in a low voice.
The ten black-robed n rapidly ford hand seals, activating the Formation disk. The Formation rged with the white light, its aura becoming identical to that of the radiance.
Immortal Searching Formation!
This was a unique Formation belonging to the Eternal Temple, capable of detecting the innate constitutions of all beings.
In truth, the Primordial Supre’s legacy was a conspiracy orchestrated by the Eternal Temple. They intended to use the Supre’s legacy to lure the continent’s prodigies, making them easier to capture.
"Pavilion Master, the Formation has been successfully deployed!" a black-robed man reported.
"Withdraw!" Hontian waved his hand, and the group vanished as if they had never been there.
No one noticed that Bull Head Mountain had already been tampered with. This was the linchpin of a conspiracy that would ensnare the entire continent.
「An hour later」
The white light enveloping the mountain range dissipated. The surrounding environnt had undergone an earth-shattering transformation; all plants and trees had beco spiritual herbs and wondrous materials.
At the mountain’s summit, where the Sword Qi had pierced, a deep trench had appeared. Within it lay a spatial vortex, connected to an unknown Void.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Streaks of light tore through the Heavenly Universe, descending upon the mountain range.
Each newcor exuded an ancient, profound, and terrifying aura, causing the beasts dwelling in the mountains to tremble uncontrollably.
"The Primordial Supre was one of the Ten Great Immortals of high antiquity! His legacy might contain the thod to achieve immortality!" exclaid Great Emperor Dizang, the founder of the Dizang Academy.
He was not tall and wore a gray robe. A chilly aura emanated from him, as if countless wraiths swirled around him, deterring anyone from approaching.
"Does anyone else feel that the appearance of the Primordial Supre’s legacy is sowhat inexplicable?" Gu Yue, the cautious Old Ancestor of the Gu Clan, stroked his beard. His brows were slightly furrowed as he gazed at the spatial vortex.
Based on past experience, when the legacies of ancient powerhouses erged, they were usually discovered by later generations or heralded by a series of disturbances before finally surfacing. This ti, however, the Primordial Supre’s legacy had appeared abruptly, without the slightest forewarning.
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