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Cổ Tiên Giới, somewhere in the Vu clan territory.

Mạnh Thắng has also heard this news, and now all directions are waiting, comparable to the ancient Cổ Tiên era, where the Man Hoang Heavenly Sea was filled with Man races.

His entire body trembled, his fists clenched tightly...

The Destroying World Elder, the Black Ox of the Destroying World, had fought the Hundred Thousand Epochs Heavenly Sovereign in the desolate seas.

Upon hearing this news, his heart was in turmoil, his blood surged, and even his cold expression couldn't hide his excitement.

Although it's uncertain whether they truly are the ones, he must at least go and take a look. He took a deep breath and clasped his hands respectfully:

"Esteemed daoists, I wish to journey to the Heavenly Sea desolate lands!"

"Mạnh Thắng, have you gone mad?"

"I am the only one left of my lineage; I cannot not go."

Mạnh Thắng bowed deeply, his eyes brimming with emotion, his fingers trembling. "Farewell to all of you. I shall return to make amends for my crimes in due time."

The group exchanged glances, and among them, a female Vu clan member spoke in a heavy tone, "Mạnh Thắng, you are not a boundary living being... "

She was about to continue, but the truth was already clear—Mạnh Thắng's background was well known, yet the eldest of the boundary living beings would never dare to step inside the Man Hoang Star Sea.

"It's me, Mạnh, the eldest of the boundary living beings."

Mạnh Thắng's voice was gentle, warm, and his eyes flickered with a memory. "No matter how dangerous the desolate lands are now, I must go."

"...Very well." The Vu clan disciples nodded in unison.

Without hesitation, Mạnh Thắng soared into the sky, vanishing from the outer Cổ Tiên Giới in an instant.

After he left, a cold voice from the Vu clan spoke:

"Mạnh Thắng brought back the bloodline of a traitorous clan. Those old men in the dark didn't even get punished. They're truly strange."

"During the Great Massacre of the Ten Thousand Clans, our Eternal Life World Clan never participated in the struggles of that era, especially the battles between the Heavenly and Earthly Clans."

"For us of the Eternal Life World Clan, participating in such struggles would leave a heavy karmic burden for future generations. Yet, this one clan followed the Human Emperor and perished tragically."

"We must not spread such rumors. We do not know the true circumstances of that era."

Suddenly, the leading female of the Vu clan spoke, her eyes gleaming faintly. "My father and mother hold Mạnh Thắng in high regard. They even wanted to keep him in the Vu clan."

"What?" The Vu clan members were taken aback, their eyes filled with fear. How could an outsider enter the Vu clan? There was no such precedent.

"I suspect that this has something to do with the one they call Vu Diệc Vi." The woman smiled. "I don’t know what those old men in the dark are thinking, but bringing back the bloodline of a traitorous clan won’t bring harm to the Vu clan."

The group fell silent, their gazes lingering on the direction Mạnh Thắng had left.

No one knew that the person he had brought back was actually the bloodline of a traitorous clan.

Moreover, the most direct lineage of the traitorous clan had not been wiped out. The Vu clan had already sent out search parties to hunt down those who had entered the desolate lands. Their actions... were not very reassuring.

But at this moment, outside the eastern side of Cổ Tiên Giới...

A peerless longsword struck the heavens, shaking the earth and causing the clouds to tremble. The Vu clan disciples paled, their eyes drawn to the scene.

There, in the place where the ancient city of Kiếm Không once stood, a legendary figure had created an unparalleled power.

The ancient city of Kiếm Không was originally a city of true spirits, and the Kiếm Tôn who had slain the remnant souls of true spirits still existed to this day, a terrifying force that no one dared to provoke.

All the Vu clan disciples frowned, their expressions cold. True spirits could not be slain—this was a lesson passed down by the Eternal Life World Clan.

Like encountering a massacre, they avoided the city of Kiếm Không all their lives. Yet now, for some reason, they had no choice but to pay attention to the sword arts within.

Inside the ancient city of Kiếm Không, three towering longswords pierced the heavens, forming a massive sword formation to protect the city.

"Ha ha ha... Brothers and sisters, Old Man will be back soon!"

A cheerful, shocking laughter echoed across the land. Ân Thiên Thọ stood with unmatched grandeur, his eyes filled with divine aura. "When I go, I’ll see how that little junior is faring in the desolate lands. Old Man should also join the battle at the right moment!"

"Elder Brother Ân?"

"This has nothing to do with you. Let me go."

Ân Thiên Thọ stepped onto his sword, stroking his beard as he laughed heartily. His laughter shook the mountains and rivers, and his eyes gleamed with joy. "Old Man wants to see who dares to touch my juniors in the desolate lands!"

His eyes slowly turned cold, his aura shifting. The sword qi surged like a sea, clearing the path before him as a massive sword spirit formation emerged in his wake.

The divine sword arts of the sword dao were unparalleled, his talent beyond measure.

The disciples of the various immortal palaces couldn’t help but look up, their eyes gleaming with interest. When had the ancient city of Kiếm Không produced such a figure?

Now, his power was rare even among the immortals. The so-called immortal bodies and the roots of the immortals were infinitely beyond the struggles of the ten thousand clans.

In reality, no one had ever seen such a powerful figure before. Even a saintly body was nearly invincible, let alone the roots of the immortals.

"Epochs Heavenly Sovereign... "

"That Kiếm Tôn seems to have lost face, hiding a Heavenly Sovereign here."

"It seems the ancient city of Kiếm Không is preparing to open the Heavenly Dao tier battles in the Cổ Tiên Giới early."

"This must be left to the elders to decide, but now, they’ve all fled to the desolate lands."

"We should focus on the outer Cổ Tiên Giới for now."

"Brothers and sisters, be careful of other forces."

"Hmm?"

"There’s still a massacre outside the Cổ Tiên Giới, in the Chen clan’s territory."

...

A junior disciple of an immortal palace spoke in a heavy tone, his eyes sharp as if facing a great enemy. He raised a finger, slightly trembling.

On that day of the great battle, a thousand swords had struck the heavens. He would never forget that scene.

The Chen clan?!

The group exchanged glances, taking a deep breath. Chen Bá Thiên was unmatched in this era, the only sacred land among the immortals. Chen Đạo Thiên had single-handedly defeated countless clan elders—he had never known defeat.

They were truly a peerless family.

Everyone fell silent, no longer paying attention to the Kiếm Đạo Heavenly Sovereign. The juniors of the Chen clan were not like the immortals of this era.

They seemed more like descendants from the Golden Age of the True Immortal Realm, crossing over from the future. This assessment made them seem like beings from a time before ancient history and after the future.

They were not foolish. The words of the elders carried a deeper meaning.

Do not provoke the Chen clan’s karma. Otherwise, a great disaster would befall them. In ordinary matters, they could be dealt with, but even the greatest cultivators would not dare to casually kill them.

The juniors’ combat techniques alone were already humiliating enough. If the elders had to interfere, it would only bring more ridicule to their forces.

The sacred dao of immortals would be tarnished, and no strong cultivators would willingly form alliances with them.

Their clan’s pride was nearly as strong as the reaction of the Chen clan’s ancestors. Afraid of being mocked by their elders for their defeat, they secretly trained harder, vowing to surpass Chen Đạo Thiên in the future.

The Chen clan was truly in a state of nurturing, with no one to guide them. Even Chen Bá Thiên and Chen Đạo Thiên had only saved them once, preferring solo battles.

But the rest of the Chen clan members were ruthless, cunning, and never revealed their true strength.

Among the cultivators of the same generation, their reputation was not great, and they were not famous, always failing to live up to the expectations of their peers.

The two immortals with the deepest eyebrows frowned, never having faced such humiliation before. Their eyes burned with a mix of disdain and something else as they stared at the direction of the Chen clan.

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