The resplendent ancient divine script radiated boundless divine light, as if traversing time and space from a distant antiquity. Its ancient and solemn aura spread far and wide.
Below it, Tian Fan undoubtedly became the center of everyone’s attention. Because of the ancient divine script, he was regarded as the descendant of a Divine God.
Wu Biheng was already dead, his soul descending into the abyss.
As he noticed more cultivators flying over from the distant sky, Tian Fan frowned. Using his Divine Cloud Steps, he took a single stride, instantly appearing thousands of feet away and vanishing from everyone’s sight.
“What astonishing control!”
The crowd rushed forward, observing Wu Biheng’s lifeless body on the ground and the untouched trees and earth. Sensing the remnants of the sacred aura within the ancient forest, a powerful cultivator was left in shock.
On that day, the Northern Territory was shaken once again. The Sword Immortal Sect had dispatched ten of its top young experts to eliminate Tian Fan. Yet, within just two days, Wu Biheng—who was on the verge of reaching the pinnacle of Cloud Heaven realm—was decisively slain in the mountain ranges.
The Sword Immortal Sect’s reputation took a massive hit because Tian Fan, with only the strength of an early Cloud Heaven stage cultivator, managed to kill a disciple nearly at the pinnacle of the same stage. This was no mere duel; it was a humiliation!
Wu Biheng wasn’t just a talented disciple of the Sword Immortal Sect but also a wielder of their peerless divine technique, the “Nether Moon.” His defeat signified that this legendary killing technique, which had dominated for generations, had proven to be inferior. This was tantamount to a slap in the face for the Sword Immortal Sect.
Simultaneously, an even more shocking rumor spread: Tian Fan was suspected to be a descendant of a god. During his battle with Wu Biheng, ancient divine script protected him. The ancient and solemn aura emanating from it couldn’t be mistaken—it was from millions of years ago, disconnected from the recent epochs.
“Does God really exist?”
“Is he a descendant of God?”
The entire Northern Territory erupted. For countless years, the countless cultivators of the Divine Martial Continent had failed to determine what immortality or divinity truly was. Even figures at the peak of the Immortal Ascension stage couldn’t answer the question.
Gradually, people ceased believing in the existence of immortals and gods. For millions of years, none had ascended, all dying at the peak of the Immortal Ascension stage, unable to break through.
But now, a youth had suddenly emerged, carrying ancient divine script within him. He might truly be a descendant of a god, shocking the major powers. Many began dispatching disciples to gather information.
Boom!
In the Northern Territory, a great mountain exploded. At its center, a dark cave appeared. Footsteps echoed from within, resonating with the pulse of heaven and earth, carrying a strange rhythm.
An elderly man with snow-white hair emerged, clad in simple black robes. His white hair swayed with the wind. Despite appearing to be an ordinary old man, an immensely powerful energy flowed around him. Simply standing there caused the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to spiral into chaos.
“A son of God? I’d like to see it myself…”
His calm words drifted out. Then, his figure disappeared without a trace, leaving no ripples, as if he had never existed.
In the Yin-Yang Sect, Yin Wuyue was brooding over the matter of Tian Fan when a powerful aura suddenly surged from the ancestral hall behind him. A silver-haired elder appeared. With a single step, he arrived at the Yin-Yang Sect’s main hall.
“How dare you! Who are you to trespass in the Yin-Yang Sect’s sacred hall?”
Yin Wuyue roared. However, upon recognizing the elder’s face, his expression changed drastically, and cold sweat poured down his face. With a swish, he knelt and exclaimed: “Master, you… you’re not dead?”
If anyone were to see Yin Wuyue’s current appearance, they would slap themselves in disbelief. This formidable expert of the Primordial Unity Realm was kneeling, addressing the elder as “Master.”
“Not dead, but dying. I’m heading out for a while. Behave yourself.”
The silver-haired elder glanced at him indifferently, then looked off into the distance.
When Yin Wuyue lifted his head again, the elder was gone, leaving nothing behind.
Cold sweat soaked Yin Wuyue’s robes. Soon after, a look of ecstasy replaced his fear. With such a supreme expert in the Yin-Yang Sect, they could remain secure for a thousand years.
In a desolate area of the Northern Territory filled with graveyards and shrouded in eerie ghostly energy, wailing spirits and demonic shadows often echoed through the night. At this moment, a tomb burst apart. A figure cloaked in black light emerged, their appearance obscured. Only a pair of glowing green eyes flashed with a chilling light.
“Heh heh, the descendant of a god, the son of God… he belongs to me…”
A raspy voice escaped the figure’s mouth, making it impossible to discern whether it was male or female.
In the back mountain of the Fist Emperor Sect, an old man sat cross-legged. His attire was simple and unadorned, and he appeared almost like a corpse, as there was no trace of life emanating from him. At this moment, he opened his eyes and gazed into the distance. The sealed stone chamber seemed nonexistent, unable to hinder his vision.
“Sigh…”
He let out a long sigh, then closed his eyes again, becoming as lifeless as a withered tree.
****
“Junior Brother Tian Fan is a child of the gods? Are you kidding me? Isn’t he the prince of the Soaring Dragon Dynasty?”
Li Yunhua was utterly incredulous. The idea seemed far too implausible. Even Di Fu shook his head in disbelief.
“Senior Brother Yunyang, what’s wrong? Why are you frowning?”
Sun Yueying suddenly noticed that Li Yunyang, who usually had the closest relationship with Tian Fan, was silent and frowning deeply, as though lost in thought.
“I…”
Li Yunyang hesitated, his brows furrowed tightly.
“If there’s something, just say it, Senior Brother Yunyang. Don’t keep us guessing! If you don’t spill it, I’ll punish you with a month of eating nothing but salted vegetables!”
Sun Yueying was annoyed. She hated when people hid things from her.
“Yes, Junior Brother, just say it. Don’t keep it to yourself,” Li Yunhua added.
“Alright, I’ll say it.”
Li Yunyang frowned before speaking in a deep voice: “When I first met Tian Fan, my master asked him why he had inexplicably fallen from the sky. At the time, he said someone had opened a spatial passage and sent him through!”
When his words were finished, everyone was stunned. Opening a spatial passage wasn’t something even the supreme beings of the Immortal Ascension Realm could do. It required ancient teleportation arrays, as opening one artificially was impossible. Such a feat was believed to be within the realm of mythical gods.
“Could it really be true? Is he truly a child of the gods?”
Li Yunhua murmured, struggling to accept the revelation.
“Did he really say that?”
Sun Shennan happened to pass by and overheard their conversation. He suddenly dashed over, grabbed Li Yunyang by the shoulders, and shook him vigorously. Then, bursting into laughter, he exclaimed: “Wahaha! Junior Brother, this time you’ve truly… Ah, no, I mean you’ve accepted an excellent disciple! Wahaha!”
He laughed as he walked away, completely disregarding his dignity as the sect leader. If what Li Yunyang said was true, then Tian Fan’s future achievements would be limitless, far surpassing the Immortal Ascension Realm. From then on, the Great Sealing Sect would enjoy eternal prosperity. At this moment, he couldn’t care less about his image as the sect leader. His roguish demeanor left everyone staring in shock.
“Hehe…”
****
In a room at a certain inn, Zi Ying rubbed her hands mischievously and slowly approached Tian Fan.
Xiao Hua wagged its tiger tail proudly as it followed behind her.
“Y-you… What are you doing?”
Tian Fan’s heart pounded wildly as he stepped back, finding Zi Ying’s current behavior somewhat “terrifying.”
“Ah!”
Suddenly, Zi Ying pounced, pinning Tian Fan beneath her. She shouted loudly: “Robbery! Hand over the ‘Desire Without Trace’ and the Ancient Divine Script!”
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