In the blink of an eye, all ten Divine Kings of the Lin Family were annihilated!
Even Lin Wuming, who wielded the power of a Great God King, died...
This left everyone dumbfounded.
At this mont, Lin Jiangsi felt his whole body trembling!
Now, he finally realized sothing was off... Sothing was really off about the Great Ruins Realm.
The Old Vine that appeared from the Southern Territory, it was actually at the level of a Great God King...
And that inexplicable bark that ca out of nowhere, it actually caused Lin Wuming, even with the Venerable Sword in hand and the stature of a Great God King, to be vanquished in an instant...
What did this an?
This realm... most definitely had the presence of Divine Kings, or even stronger beings.
It was on par with so of the strong continents in the Divine Realm!
"This realm... is not simple, really not simple!"
In the Zhen Xuan Holy Land, Ming Ting couldn't help but speak up, his complexion exceedingly grave.
"To think there is Venerable-level power here... we were too careless."
A Lower World... actually possessing such formidable combat strength...
However, at this mont, Zhen Xuan shook her head and said:
"No!"
"The waters of this realm run deep; Venerable-level powers are probably still just the surface, not yet touching the bottom!"
Her beautiful eyes grew more determined as she directly ordered:
"Send a ssage to the Holy Land, tell my master what happened here, and ask him to invite the Saint Master to descend to the Lower World!"
Upon hearing this, Ming Ting was imdiately shocked.
The master of Saintess Zhen Xuan was a Venerable!
It was already astonishing to request a Venerable to descend; they even wanted the Saint Master to co?
"Saintess, to take down this realm, sending two or three Venerables would be sufficient, why bother the Saint Master..."
He felt it was making a mountain out of a molehill.
However, Zhen Xuan gave him a cold glance and said:
"Who said it's about taking down this realm?"
"Put away your ambitions!"
She turned to Yun Chen and the others, her eyes filled with extre solemnity, and said;
"Inviting the Saint Master to descend... is to seek an audience!"
"Only with the arrival of the Saint Master, treating them with due ceremony, might there be a chance to persuade the beings of this realm to join our Zhen Xuan Holy Land..."
She murmured.
Upon hearing this, Ming Ting was even more stunned, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Has... the Saintess gone mad?
To have the Saint Master personally descend from the Divine Realm, just to invite so figure from this insignificant Lower World?
Is it really necessary?
...
anwhile, Yun Chen coldly looked at Lin Jiangsi and said:
"Call for people... keep calling for people!"
Feeling Yun Chen's gaze, Lin Jiangsi's heart turned utterly cold.
But then he clenched his teeth and said:
"Fine... just you wait, just you wait for it!"
He had reached the point of no return!
He refused to believe that this re Lower World could contend with the Lin Family!
Once more, he sent a ssage to his clan!
...
At this mont.
In the Yuanyang Continent, within the Lin Family.
In the ancestral temple.
"I never expected that little brat Yun Chen to still be alive!"
An elder covered in stone-like skin expressed an icy look on his face.
He was none other than Lin Lanshan!
Now, he had completely beco a Venerable and was about to step into the Sub-Emperor Realm.
By his side was the Lin Family Patriarch, Lin Lanfeng.
Lin Lanfeng, who also cultivated the Origin of the Grey Mist, had a powerful aura. He indifferently said:
"According to the ssage from Sier, that Yun Chen is now capable of slaying Divine Kings... Fortunately, we found him. If not for a few more years, he truly could have caused so trouble for our clan."
"I've already sent Wuming with nine Divine Kings to the Lower World. This boy can be utterly extinguished."
"Furthermore, that Lanyuan Heng Realm will also be brought back to beco part of our family's assets..."
Lin Lanshan nodded and said:
"Bring his head, let that wretch Lin Xuehan have a good look!"
His face was filled with indifference.
"Hmm? Sier sent a ssage back, the matter should be resolved by now."
Lin Lanfeng sensed sothing and imdiately took out a jade tablet, but then, his complexion abruptly changed!
"What is it?"
Lin Lanshan inquired.
"Lin Wuming and the ten Divine Kings... are all dead!"
He spoke with a tinge of shock.
Upon hearing this, Lin Lanshan was also surprised and said:
"How is this possible... that re Yun Chen is but at the Divine Monarch level..."
Lin Lanfeng said:
"In the Great Ruins Realm... there are other powerful entities hidden!"
Upon hearing this, Lin Lanshan stood up in anger and shouted:
"Who dares to oppose the Lin Family!"
"He must be slain!"
Lin Lanfeng crushed the jade Jue in his hand and stood up, announcing,
"I will personally descend to the Lower World!"
However, Lin Lanshan shook his head, saying,
"No!"
"The Half-Sun Ancestor is already making a push for the Emperor Realm, and Lantian along with several other Venerables are in seclusion as well. The clan needs soone to oversee major affairs."
"I'll go!"
…
anwhile.
Zhentai State!
Zhen Xuan Holy Land.
The mountain ranges stretched endlessly, shrouded in a holy aura as if it were a blessed land of immortals.
At this mont, within a certain mountain, an elder walked out from his place of seclusion. He turned into a streak of light and arrived directly in front of the ancestral hall of the Holy Land.
"Honored Haoming seeks an audience with the Saint Master!"
He spoke out!
Inside the great hall, a faint voice rose, saying,
"Enter."
The elder promptly stepped inside, and within the great hall, a rather burly middle-aged man sat enshrined, however, his skin... appeared almost petrified!
His presence was incredibly astonishing.
This person was none other than the Saint Master of the Zhen Xuan Holy Land—Minglan!
A faint shock crossed the heart of the elder, Honored Haoming, yet he still paid his respects, saying,
"Your reverence, Saint Master, my disciple Zhen Xuan has sent word from the Lower World that a Lanyuan Heng Realm has been discovered!"
"Moreover, within that Lanyuan Heng Realm, there resides Venerable-level... perhaps even stronger existences in seclusion."
"Zhen Xuan suggests that you, Saint Master, descend to the Lower World and graciously invite the might of that realm to join our Holy Land!"
Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man's eyebrows slightly furrowed, and his substantial scalp knitted together, full of doubt, as he said,
"Are you saying that I, the Saint Master, should descend to the Lower World to invite soone?"
Honored Haoming said,
"Precisely, if a Venerable-level individual could join the Holy Land, it would be... a great boon for the Holy Land."
The middle-aged man, however, replied coldly,
"A Venerable?"
"Worthy?"
He spoke disdainfully, saying,
"Half a year ago, if a Venerable-level being ca... of course, the Holy Land would welco them."
"Now, tis have changed."
"What... does a Venerable amount to?"
"Do you agree, Venerable Haoming?"
His eyes held a hint of coldness as he stared at Venerable Haoming, with an implied aning!
—Half a year ago, even though he was the Saint Master of the Holy Land, he was rely a God King.
But now, he had cultivated the Origin of the Grey Mist and had beco a Venerable.
And Venerable Haoming... had refused the Grey Mist Origin, making no progress at all.
Previously, with the status of a Venerable, Venerable Haoming sat amongst the Supre Elders, and even he, Minglan, had to show respect.
Venerable Haoming's disciple Zhen Xuan was also the number one genius of the clan, once overshadowing his granddaughter and becoming the Saintess of the Holy Land.
But now...
He, as the Saint Master, had beco a Venerable, and ard with the Grey Mist Origin, he was stronger than Haoming!
His granddaughter was also gradually absorbing the Grey Mist Origin.
He had long planned to depose Zhen Xuan, in favor of elevating his own granddaughter!
So, he had sent Zhen Xuan to the Lower World this ti.
After all, descending to the Lower World... such a task could be considered dirty and tiring; why would he let the Saintess take on such a role? He was rely disgracing Zhen Xuan.
At this mont, Zhen Xuan actually had the audacity to suggest that he also descend to the Lower World, to invite soone?
Ridiculous!
Honored Haoming, hearing this, paused in shock.
How could he fail to detect the other's scorn?
After a long silence, he finally sighed, saying,
"The old man understands."
"I will no longer disturb the Saint Master's cultivation."
He turned and walked away, a picture of dejection.
Minglan watched his retreating figure, with a trace of contempt in his eyes, saying,
"Haoming, the tis have changed. Those with the Grey Mist Origin... are the ones who hold the future!"
"Stubborn ignorance will only lead to one's own demise!"
Venerable Haoming stopped montarily but did not turn back, yet he replied,
"Is the Grey Mist Origin the future? Perhaps, it is the prelude to doom... Who can say for certain?"
He departed.
…
After leaving the ancestral hall.
Honored Haoming returned to his own mountain peak, glancing back at the vast Holy Land with a deep sigh.
"The legends and prophecies left from the Calamity Epoch have been forgotten, the temptation of eternal life, like whispers from a devil..."
"Once on the Grey Mist Path, can one still turn back?"
His aged face was etched with worry.
Then, he raised his hand, opening a void passage.
"With the appearance of a Lanyuan Heng Realm in the Lower World... I must go and see for myself."
He set out on his own.
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