Chapter 114: The Operation Begins

Within the Primordial Sacred Land.

Three months had passed since Chu Feng single-handedly annihilated Zheng Tianqing and the others.

Zheng Tianqing was a Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Lord, a title that carried immense prestige. His defeat dealt a catastrophic blow to the entire Primordial Sacred Land, turning it into the laughingstock of the great powers overnight.

From top to bottom, the entire sacred land seethed with hatred for Chu Feng.

Information about Chu Feng was laid bare before everyone, the most glaring fact being that he hailed from Sword Prefecture, merely a second-tier Dao sect.

During the fateful battle, Sword Prefecture had been shattered, its spiritual energy depleted, and its legacy severed. With the treacherous Qinling Mountains blocking the way, Sword Prefecture's cultivation path steadily declined, looked down upon by the other eight prefectures of the Eastern Wilderness.

Externally, these nine prefectures were collectively called the Eastern Wilderness Eight Prefectures.

Now, from this second-rate Sword Prefecture, an unparalleled powerhouse had emerged.

And he had dealt a humiliating blow to the Primordial Sacred Land.

Within the sacred land lay Divine Source Mountain.

Here were sealed the great masters of past generations whose lifespans were nearly exhausted. Having reached Tribulation-Transcending cultivation and having their primordial souls purified by thunder, they were sealed into the Divine Source to extend their lives. When the human race faced calamity or the sacred land was in peril, these ancestors could be awakened to fight for the land.

Though these ancestors' cultivation levels might not surpass Zheng Tianqing's, the power they accumulated within the sealed Divine Source was vast and boundless, far exceeding that of Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Lords like Zheng Tianqing. This was the profound foundation of the sacred land and the imperial clan.

No one knew how many Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Lords were sealed within.

Zheng Tianqing’s death made the Primordial Sacred Land realize Chu Feng’s formidable strength.

But to ignore it and do nothing would only further disgrace the sacred land. Even the Primordial Saint Lord himself might not be able to kill Chu Feng without employing the treasures of an Ascending Emperor.

Of course, there was another way—to awaken the sealed ancestors within the Divine Source.

Though sealed for countless years, their powers had steadily grown during their confinement. Now, each possessed overwhelming power that surpassed others of the same realm, save for an Ascending Emperor’s intervention.

The Primordial Saint Lord stood outside Divine Source Mountain, his voice resounding through the entire mountain.

“Disciple Lin Ze of the younger generation, please invite the ancestor to break the seal.”

After several minutes, the mountain trembled violently. A blast erupted, and a figure shot forth from within Divine Source Mountain.

Clad in purple robes, an elderly man radiated an astonishing aura, though his eyes seemed somewhat bewildered. Uncontrolled power surged uncontrollably from within him, a mighty force like a tsunami that forced the Primordial Saint Lord to stagger backward several steps to regain his footing.

The elder gazed at the Primordial Saint Lord and said, “So, you are the current Primordial Saint Lord. What is the reason for awakening me?”

“As a Saint Lord, you must know the rules. We cannot awaken you unless in dire emergencies.”

The Primordial Saint Lord replied, “Ancestor, though this matter does not threaten the survival of the Primordial Sacred Land, it concerns the land’s dignity.”

He then recounted the entire incident to the ancestor before him.

The Primordial Saint Lord had learned that this ancestor, named Zhang Bo, had been sealed fifty thousand years ago. Before sealing, he had reached the peak of Tribulation-Transcending cultivation. Over fifty thousand years, his power had increased immeasurably—far beyond the current Saint Lord’s strength.

Zhang Bo’s eyes flared with fury upon hearing the tale. He scolded, “What a bunch of incompetents! Our Primordial Sacred Land has been humiliated to this extent—this enrages me!”

“Chu Feng, was it? I shall personally pay him a visit.”

“Thank you, Ancestor,” the Primordial Sacred Land rejoiced, hastily presenting a pouch. “Ancestor, this is one of our five great Tribulation-Transcending Heavenly Lord treasures—the Boundless Flying Ring. Please take it with you.”

Zhang Bo shook his head. “No need. I have my own treasures.”

With that, he tore through the void and vanished.

Meanwhile, a similar scene unfolded at the Jiang Clan.

However, the Jiang Clan had not unsealed their ancestor but instead awaited one person.

A traitor of the Jiang Clan.

The Demon Suppression Tower.

This was the Jiang Clan’s special prison for enemies who opposed them. Those imprisoned within were invariably vicious and heinous criminals.

This traitor was named Jiang Ming.

He was from the generation of Jiang Yan’s uncle.

Eight thousand years ago, he fell in love with the then reigning Saintess of the Demon Sacred Land.

But the Jiang Clan forbade it and killed him. In madness, Jiang Ming slaughtered dozens of Jiang Clan descendants and was imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower.

Before his madness, Jiang Ming had been the clan’s Saint Son, possessing a bloodline purity of 79% and a natural saintly physique—arguably the most outstanding Saint Son the Jiang Clan had produced in a hundred thousand years, destined to be the next head of the Jiang Clan.

Yet he was seduced by a sorceress, losing his heart completely, and committed unspeakable crimes.

Eight thousand years ago, Jiang Ming had already reached the Tribulation-Transcending realm.

Eight thousand years had passed.

Though sealed in the harsh environment of the Demon Suppression Tower, his cultivation had continued to advance.

He had long since reached the peak of Tribulation-Transcending.

How strong he had become was a mystery even to the Jiang Clan’s current head.

This time, the Jiang Clan’s head made a decision—to let Jiang Ming take action.

To give him a chance to redeem himself.

Inside the Demon Suppression Tower, the Jiang Clan’s head furrowed his brow, stepping over countless white bones covered with tiny blue insects. At his approach, the blue fireflies scattered, startled into flight.

Do not underestimate these little bugs—they were blue fireflies, which could reduce anything they touched to ashes in an instant.

The Demon Suppression Tower had been built by the Jiang Clan’s ancient ancestor to suppress demons.

Within the tower, there was no spiritual energy, and those imprisoned would slowly perish from lack of cultivation. But there was one exception.

Those bearing the Jiang Clan’s imperial blood.

This was why Jiang Ming had not died but rather continued to grow stronger within the tower.

When the Jiang Clan’s head finally saw Jiang Ming, the latter wore white robes with hair flowing over his shoulders. Despite his imprisonment, he lived comfortably—sipping fine wine and playing Go.

Playing against himself.

Splitting into two to play.

The arrival of the clan head seemed to go unnoticed by Jiang Ming.

The clan head frowned and scoffed coldly, “Jiang Ming, eight thousand years have passed. Have you ever thought of leaving this Demon Suppression Tower?”

Jiang Ming appeared oblivious, continuing his slow Go game, placing a single stone after a long pause.

This move instantly unnerved the clan head, who strode forward and kicked the board, scattering the stones.

At that moment, Jiang Ming moved for the first time—his two incarnations merged into one. Like a wild beast, he seized the clan head by the throat, eyes blazing with murderous intent, his face twisted in madness as he roared, “You destroyed my board—I will kill you!”