"Damn, what have the Northern Region people done to you? The Ghost Buddha Realm is the true High Law Land. Go to the Ghost Buddha Realm, hurry!"
Bazhun’an evidently was not cruel enough to move it to the sky above the Ghost Buddha Realm.
Heading south all the way, crossing the North Sea until reaching the border with the Ghost Buddha Realm, without even approaching the ruins of Sacred Mountain Gui Zhe.
Only so land from the Ti Realm Rift needs to be placed in the High Law Land of the Ghost Buddha Realm, which is enough for Kong Yuhen to work his magic.
"This will do."
Mission accomplished, Bazhun’an looked towards Kong Yuhen.
The next steps were unknown even to him, but it didn’t matter, as long as Kong Yuhen rembered the specific procedure.
"Leave it to ."
Kong Yuhen stepped forward.
All eyes from the five regions focused on him.
His past glory had long faded, and now it seed that among the Ten High Nobles, he was likely the least powerful, aside from Aunt Xiang.
He even seed less than a demi-saint in the Refining Spirit Realm; can an ant really shake a tree? Can he truly act upon the Ti Realm Rift?
"In my opinion, he could only spit on the Ti Realm Rift, unable to make any profound display..."
Even with the backing of the Eight Ancestors, most people still did not hold much hope for Kong Yuhen.
His presence was truly too low.
Despite outsiders’ anxiety, Kong Yuhen was aware but paid no heed.
At this mont, his focus was solely on the Ti Realm Rift, stepping on the river of ti while pinching hand seals, chanting sothing unfamiliar with a voice lowered as if unsure:
"Broad and vast, like the fluctuating ti sea divided by Nine Dragons..."
"Magnificent and dazzling, like the great sun breaking the dawn, illuminating the void..."
Boom!
A sudden strange sound erged.
Just starting, it was like a dull drum striking the heart.
People from the five regions suddenly felt a mighty pressure from above, almost overwhelming them.
Even Kui Leihan, transcending the tribulation, subconsciously bent his knees, his gaze turned in shock towards that familiar yet unfamiliar figure.
"This feeling..."
The five region dwellers were terrified.
This feeling was too familiar, wasn’t it the pressure of the Ancestral God?
"Could it be..."
Gazing at the figure standing on the river of ti, bowing like in prayer, everyone was stunned.
Turbulent thoughts churned to the throat, finally only able to be uttered in a single word of bewildernt:
"Huh?"
Kong Yuhen, also aiming to seal the ancestry?
No!
He didn’t look the part!
He showed no breakthrough in realm or path energy, completely different from the ancestral sealing display of Sword Deity Hua, Bazhun’an, and Kui Leihan.
He was rely "praying," seemingly pleading for so power to arrive quickly, and strangely enough, no one gave him power, yet he suddenly borrowed it!
Borrowed from whom?
Could it be possible to borrow from oneself?
"Huh? Huh? Huh?!"
Incomprehensible was the Shengshen Continent of this mont.
This world’s countless cultivation thods, Holy Path, Way of the Sword, or Phantom Swords Technique, but achieving this way was absolutely absurd, beyond absurd!
"Why do I feel like Kong Yuhen has always been the Ancestral God?"
This kind of misconception just flashed across the minds of cultivators from every corner of the five regions.
Yet, the whispering sound in the void was now accelerating, making it impossible to discern what Kong Yuhen was chanting.
"Swift and ethereal..."
"Evaporating and drifting..."
Kong Yuhen was in his own realm for half a mont, his form growing increasingly illusionary, even more faded than Bazhun’an.
However, the river of ti beneath his feet beca increasingly visible, the shimring reality seen by the naked eye, though people couldn’t see through the water bubbles on the river.
"The power is chanted out, and now it has surged."
Unknown who mumbled the words, Kong Yuhen, pinching hand seals and praying on the river of ti, suddenly raised his head, a fierce light shot from his eyes.
He pressed one palm against the void before him, as if grasping for sothing, and scooped upwards from the river of ti:
"Power of Ti, return."
Suddenly, a strange sound, the form of Kong Yuhen vanished from sight.
The river of ti, andering from the sky, similarly vanished.
As people thought he had gone mad, they saw above the Ti Realm Rift, a point of white light appear.
All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion materialized out of nowhere.
The three-story wooden pavilion no longer retained its ancient and simple look but instead shone brilliantly, visible throughout the five regions.
At the top of the pavilion, Kong Yuhen suddenly solidified, standing majestically with a jade face and blue robe, ethereal and transcendental.
A twisted and illusory wave of power surged from him, seemingly not inferior to Ancestral God but distinct from the power of each ancestor.
"This is..."
"The power of the Ti Ancestor?"
"Kong Yuhen is the descendant of Ti Ancestor?"
Among the Ten Ancestors, certainly, there was a Ti Ancestor.
But none of the cultivators from the five regions, even those mastering Spatial Upanishad like Ye Xiaotian, Lord Shou, or empowered by both space and ti like Huang Quan, seem to correlate.
This mont’s Kong Yuhen felt as though he were not just the descendant of Ti Ancestor, but almost the Ti Ancestor himself!
"Really? Is he also a Boss?"
Those who once underestimated Kong Yuhen, speaking arrogantly, now turned pale with fear, not daring to speak any further.
Yet the seemingly Ti Ancestor-infused, resurrected Kong Yuhen paid no attention to trivial matters.
His gaze remained focused on the Ti Realm Rift.
The power transformation seed to grant him newfound strength; he stepped on the All Ti Forgotten Sorrow Pavilion, pressing it down into the rift’s center, then threw the pendant of Six Gates skyward, commanding:
"Spaceti reconstruction, reincarnation build!"
"Dao thod return, guiding back!"
"Sub-plane erge, void present!"
"Establish this pavilion as the bounded domain, set the position of the Six Gates, reconstruct chaos order, rotate the Path roots of all heavens, I command...!"
One definitive shout made the hearts of the five regions’ people take a leap.
Suddenly beneath Kong Yuhen’s feet, the Nine Dragon River unfolded like a lotus, flowing into the nine naless lands of the five regions.
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