“At that time, perhaps I…”
A hint of longing flickered across Tianjian Zi’s expression.
In another hundred or two hundred years, he hoped to cultivate to the peak of the Tenth Realm.
By then, he might even be able to attempt reaching the Eleventh Realm, something that had only been achieved fifty thousand years ago.
Of course, thinking about this now was still premature.
At present, Tianjian Zi was far from reaching the perfection of the Tenth Realm, let alone the Eleventh Realm.
As Tianjian Zi pondered,
a veteran powerhouse below spoke out loudly, “Sect Leader Tianjian Zi’s divine might is unparalleled. Twenty years ago, Xiahou Yuan was so terrified that he didn’t dare to seek revenge and would rather die than come here.”
As soon as this was said,
it immediately sparked a chorus of agreement.
Although only twenty years had passed,
with the explosive increase of powerhouses from the Ninth Realm,
everyone’s fear of Xiahou Yuan had also invisibly diminished a lot.
After all, in this era, strong warriors emerge in large numbers, especially those most dazzling ones who have nearly reached the peak of the Ninth Realm, hardly weaker than Xiahou Yuan back then.
If Xiahou Yuan dared to appear again now, it’s estimated that he would be swept away by the younger generation of warriors.
In today’s Five Domains Mainland, a new era had arrived, and except for the Tianjian Sect, which could maintain its status, all other forces were trembling with fear, dreading that they might be ‘eliminated’ one day.
“Xiahou Yuan?”
Tianjian Zi was slightly startled.
Had no one mentioned that name, he would have almost forgotten it.
“A miserable dog, better left unmentioned.”
Tianjian Zi shook his head slightly; the young generation of powerhouses were now his focus.
As for Xiahou Yuan? He wasn’t even worth another glance now.
“Exactly.”
“What is Xiahou Yuan anyway?”
“Does he even deserve a mention at Sect Leader Tianjian Zi’s birthday feast?”
“I heard that one of the younger generation outside has a close relationship with Xiahou Yuan.”
“So what if they are close? Even Xiahou Yuan was defeated by Sect Leader Tianjian Zi, what waves can they possibly make?”
Many guests discussed noisily,
expressing their deep scorn for Xiahou Yuan.
Beside Tianjian Zi,
“Big brother Xiahou…”
Bai Qing’er, wearing a white dress, her delicate wrist supporting her chin, “After all these years, won’t you even look at Qing’er?”
…
Hundreds of miles away from Tianjian Mountain,
within a secluded forest,
Situ Ming gazed distantly at Tianjian Mountain, his expression tinged with gloom.
“Tianjian Zi, if it weren’t for the Prime God’s reluctance to bother, would you still be alive?” Situ Ming thought to himself.
Twenty years ago, Lin Yuan allowed him to enter the world.
With the terrifying talent of the Five-Colored Lotus, Situ Ming broke through to the Ninth Realm in just over a decade, becoming one of the most dazzling figures among the young generation.
Of course, the reason Situ Ming had ascended to the Ninth Realm so swiftly was entirely because he had been an Eighth Realm powerhouse before becoming the Five-Colored Lotus.
Even though he had to start over with his physical and Primordial Spirit after becoming the Five-Colored Lotus, his foundational depth was still there, quickly restoring him to the power of the Eighth Realm, and a subsequent ascent to the Ninth Realm was only natural.
“One day… even if the Prime God does not take action, I will also trample you, Tianjian Zi, underfoot.”
Situ Ming took a deep look at Tianjian Mountain miles away, intending to leave.
As of now, he was still far from being a match for Tianjian Zi of the Tenth Realm.
Suddenly,
at that moment,
Situ Ming’s expression subtly changed.
He looked in a certain direction.
He saw a person strolling leisurely from afar.
Although described as leisurely, his pace was extremely fast, covering hundreds of yards in just a few steps.
This man had ordinary features, but each of his movements exuded an unusual charisma.
Especially his fiery red eyes, which emitted a scorching sensation
“Xiao Huo?”
Upon seeing this man,
Situ Ming’s mind immediately made a connection to someone.
Xiao Huo.
Currently a leader among the young generation of the Five Domains Mainland, with the strength at the peak of the Ninth Realm.
It was said that Xiao Huo showed extraordinary talent in his early teens, but later, over three years, his abilities all seemed to vanish, leading to his suppression by his family, eventually leaving the family in indignation.
In the following twenty years, like having a breakthrough boost, Xiao Huo rapidly grew stronger, breaking through the Nine Realms, ultimately standing at the peak of the Ninth Realm.
“Situ Ming?”
Xiao Huo looked calm, smiling at Situ Ming, “I heard you have quite a substantial connection with the formidable villain Xiahou Yuan from decades ago?”
Seeing Situ Ming show a wary expression, Xiao Huo shook his head slightly: “Don’t worry, I have no interest and no hostility towards Xiahou Yuan.”
There was something Xiao Huo left unsaid.
And that was he had never regarded Xiahou Yuan highly.
In Xiao Huo’s eyes, his opponent had always been just one person.
That was Tianjian Zi, of the Tenth Realm.
“Xiahou Yuan has a great feud with Tianjian Zi, and coincidentally, our visit this time is also to deal with Tianjian Zi, in a sense, you are still our friend,”
Xiao Huo said with a smile.
“We?”
Situ Ming’s gaze slightly condensed.
“Exactly.”
Xiao Huo paused for a moment, then raised his voice, “You two, won’t you show yourselves?”
As soon as he finished speaking.
Two profound auras silently appeared within Situ Ming’s sensory range.
Situ Ming looked up.
To his left was a female figure, her physique robust, wonderful mental fluctuations almost led Situ Ming to be entranced.
“Yang Bixin?”
A shock crossed Situ Ming’s mind.
Yang Bixin, also a young generation leader, with peak Ninth Realm capabilities.
Yang Bixin had a pitiful background, a beggar in her youth, but somehow, she obtained a “Refining Spirit Decree,” which was perfectly suited for her training.
Afterward, Yang Bixin soared, ascending directly to the peak of the Ninth Realm.
“Hahaha.”
“Since Brother Xiao has spoken, how could I, Shen Lang, stay hidden?”
A loud laugh came, and a figure strode forward, his hair wildly dancing, like a majestic lion.
“Shen Lang.”
Situ Ming was already prepared in his heart.
Shen Lang.
Also a name among the young generation leaders, alongside Xiao Huo and Yang Bixin.
Unlike the previous two, Shen Lang had a distinguished family background, but at the age of twenty, his enemies had come to kill him.
In a desperate situation, Shen Lang had no choice but to leap off a cliff.
However, Shen Lang did not die from the fall but rather received a heritage from a suspected Eleventh Realm Powerhouse from 50,000 years ago.
“You three?”
Situ Ming looked at the trio.
Xiao Huo.
Yang Bixin.
Shen Lang.
The most dazzling trio of the young generation on the Five Domains Mainland.
They could even suppress the vast majority of the older generation at the Ninth Realm.
“We are here to challenge Tianjian Zi to step into the Tenth Realm,”
Xiao Huo spoke gently, yet emitted a strong intent to fight.
With the capabilities of the three, only the high and mighty Tenth Realm could exert pressure on them, and with this pressure, they hoped to advance further, stepping into the Tenth Realm.
“Situ Ming, do you wish to join us?”
Xiao Huo extended the invitation.
“Xiahou Yuan was once suppressed by Tianjian Zi, such humiliation, let us avenge it for him,” Shen Lang said slowly next to him.
His gaze was fixed on Tianjian Mountain hundreds of miles away, unwavering.
“It is said that Bai Qing’er of the Tianjian Sect is the most beautiful woman under heaven, who once dazzled Xiahou Yuan so much that he lost his senses. I’m quite curious to see what kind of beauty she is…”
Yang Bixin touched her hair, speaking softly.
“You…”
Situ Ming took a deep breath.
He realized that these three had never taken him, nor his master, seriously.
The so-called revenge was just casual talk. Even without the master, these three would still challenge Tianjian Zi.
“The master’s vengeance should naturally be avenged by me,”
Situ Ming said in a cold tone.
“Hehe.”
Xiao Huo was about to speak.
Just at that moment.
Shen Lang, who had been standing beside them, his gaze fixed on Tianjian Mountain without a flicker, suddenly stiffened.
His body’s aura began to uncontrollably surge.
“What’s happening?”
Xiao Huo furrowed his brows, and alongside Yang Bixin, followed Shen Lang’s gaze.
But with just one look, they witnessed a scene they would never forget.
In the high skies above Tianjian Mountain, a sea of clouds tens of thousands of miles wide churned and hung low.
A towering figure, over a hundred thousand feet tall, stood silently in front of Tianjian Mountain.
Tianjian Mountain, a famed peak in the Central Region, also spanned dozens of miles high, usually shrouded in mist, resembling an Immortal Realm.
However, at that moment, before the towering figure, even the lofty Tianjian Mountain merely reached his ankles.
The next moment.
Under the shocked gazes of Xiao Huo, Yang Bixin, and Shen Lang.
The towering figure slowly lifted his right foot towards Tianjian Mountain.
Then.
He stepped down.