The sky, still filled with thunderous storms, roared as the earth trembled under the weight of imnse energies. But amidst this battlefield, sothing made Ling Yuexian's heart stop.
She stared across the battlefield, where, among the ranks of the Yun family, two girls stood. Their hands were bound by glowing chains, and around them, the Yun family's guards stood with mocking smiles.
Their pale faces, their anxious gazes… Ling Yuexian's heart sank in her chest.
"How is this possible?!"
A helpless whisper escaped her lips. Her mind couldn't accept that her daughters, her most precious ones, were in the hands of the enemy. Her gaze turned to Ling Wei, but he, too, was staring at the scene with narrowed eyes filled with rage.
"How did this happen?!"
Ling Wei clenched his teeth tightly, but instead of imdiately charging toward the enemy, he placed a hand on Yuexian's shoulder. His voice was calm yet firm:
"Yuexian, stay calm. We can't act recklessly. They want us to lose control."
But even his words couldn't quell Ling Yuexian's anger and fear. Her hands clenched into fists, as if she wanted to shatter the entire battlefield with the power surging in her grasp.
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On the other side, Ling Weitian, the great ancestor of the Ling family, saw the scene, and his eyes blazed with fury. He stepped forward, and his voice thundered across the battlefield:
"Is this the honor of the Yun family?! Taking the weak as hostages? Sha on you!"
His tone was filled with contempt, though his expression faltered for a brief mont.
How is such a thing possible? How could these people capture two of his descendants as hostages without him or any of the other ancestors noticing?
He might be one of the most powerful ancestors, but he is not the strongest. With that person present, kidnapping Ling Yuexian's daughters should have been impossible.
Besides, Tian Shen is here as well! He has so understanding of Tian Shen's power, and with a monster like him around, such a thing seems utterly ridiculous.
Unless… Tian Shen and that ancient ancestor allowed it to happen?
But why? Why would they allow such a thing?
No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn't find an answer.
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"War is war, and in war, everything is a valuable prize." Yun Taizhu sneered.
He didn't think his descendant's move was a mistake, though he himself was sowhat surprised.
When did this child manage to capture that woman's daughters?
He glanced at Yun Che. It seems another promising sapling has appeared in this generation.
A heavy silence settled over the battlefield. The Ling family couldn't attack so easily—not while their daughters were in the enemy's hands. Ling Weitian, along with the other ancestors of the Ling family, stepped back, but his sharp gaze remained locked onto Yun Taizhu like twin blades.
"So tell , what do you want in exchange for their freedom?"
Yun Taizhu smirked cunningly. "Simple. Hand over the young master of the Tian family—Tian Shen."
At this demand, even the air seed to freeze. The Ling family's ancestors narrowed their eyes.
Tian Shen wasn't just a person—he was the future hope of both the Ling and Tian families.
Ling Weitian didn't hesitate for even a mont. "No." His voice struck like a hamr against the ground. "I won't give you so much as a single strand of his hair."
Yun Taizhu's face darkened. "Then these two girls will die before your eyes."
But suddenly, a deep, thunderous laughter echoed across the battlefield.
It was Ling Weitian. The Yun family's ancestors instinctively took a step back—there was sothing unsettling in his laughter.
And then, before anyone could react, he raised his hand. In that instant, the space around them began to twist and distort.
"Co…! Co forth from the depths of ti and space!"
Waves of energy surged from the river of ti, and from within them, sothing erged—a massive, radiant bow, carved from the essence of eternity itself. Its power was so imnse that it tore through the very fabric of space.
Yun Taizhu's expression changed imdiately. Without hesitation, he, too, raised his hand and summoned the Yun family's treasure—a pitch-black sword, its radiance like the void itself.
He warned, "Don't do anything foolish, Ling Weitian. Or these girls will die right here."
Ling Weitian, unfazed, simply smiled and said:
"Negotiation is only for the strong. Let's see who is worthy of negotiating."
With those words, he challenged Yun Taizhu to a one-on-one battle.
Yun Taizhu, though fully aware of Ling Weitian's power, couldn't refuse the challenge.
"Very well. Let's settle this in the Endless Void."
If he rejected the challenge, it would be seen as a sign of weakness and fear—sothing that would certainly demoralize his troops.
Without wasting another second, the two vanished, departing for the Endless Void, where nothing could interfere in their battle.
Before leaving, Ling Weitian glanced at Ling Yuexian and Ling Wei, saying:
"Don't worry. I won't let any harm co to them. In the anti, inform the Tian family."
This war was heading toward dangerous territory. He hadn't expected to worry about the Yun family, but defeating an immortal clan would never be easy.
If the Tian family joined them, this matter could be resolved with far fewer casualties.
And with that, as he and Yun Taizhu disappeared, a heavy silence blanketed the battlefield.
The Void trembled.
Two colossal existences, each at the pinnacle of the Lower Verse, stood face to face in the Endless Void—a place where neither ti flowed nor space held any boundaries. Only the boundless darkness, extinguished stars, and swirling maelstroms of primordial cosmic energy bore witness to this battle.
"Ling Weitian…"
Yun Taizhu sneered, his black sword in hand, radiating deadly fluctuations.
"How far will you let your pride take you? If you just hand over that Tian Shen, this war wouldn't even be necessary."
Ling Weitian grasped his Eternal Bow. Its pure golden radiance pierced through the surrounding darkness, as if divine truth itself rested in his hands.
"Pride?" He narrowed his eyes. "Do you think protecting my descendants is pride? You want revenge for your own descendants too, don't you?"
"Well, I suppose you have a point," Yun Taizhu admitted. "But that child overstepped his bounds and killed the patriarch of my generation. He must pay the price."
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