“What do you think happened? There’s been no news from the mountain for so long. Is that person really the descendant of the so-called Guardian?”
At the foot of the Divine Mountain, many students were waiting for the outcome. Given their status, they couldn’t ascend to the elders’ council hall.
“I suspect it’s a scheme from the other realm. Otherwise, why would they let someone like him return?”
This was obvious to everyone. Cultivators from the other realm would never act in the interests of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. There must be some ulterior motive behind this, and people were speculating wildly.
At the summit, within the bronze structure, the atmosphere was heavy. Despite repeated dissuasion from the elders, Dugu Yun remained resolute, determined to take action and avenge his ancestors.
“So many years have passed. Forget those people from back then—even their clans and descendants have mostly faded into obscurity. Let him be,” the Second Elder spoke up.
After some discussion, he had learned that the clans Dugu Yun mentioned bore no resemblance to the current long-lived families of this era.
With no clear targets for vengeance, the elders had little to worry about.
“But why has his blood turned black?” They harbored doubts. Several elders in the rear hall had conducted tests and confirmed what the Three-Headed King had said.
Frowning, they could offer no explanation. As for Dugu Yun, he remained silent, refusing to respond.
“They’re descending! They’re coming out!” At the foot of the mountain, the gathered experts—many possessing Heavenly Eye abilities—spotted movement.
From the ancient bronze structure emerged a figure clad in dark immortal-gold battle armor, his helmet absent, long black hair cascading freely. Bathed in the morning glow, he seemed enveloped in a sacred radiance.
“Ah, a peerless beauty!” someone exclaimed in astonishment.
Dugu Yun was breathtakingly beautiful, his elegance transcendent, far surpassing ordinary notions of beauty.
This caused an uproar, drawing all eyes toward him. Yet, people were also puzzled—why was he descending freely, with no one restraining him?
“Wait, that’s a man, not a woman!” someone realized, gasping in shock.
“Ah, truly a man! So strikingly handsome!” Some young women were stunned, feeling both envious and frustrated by his beauty.
A few sighed, “It must be true—he must be the Guardian’s descendant. Otherwise, why would they grant him freedom? One with golden blood is destined to be invincible!”
This sparked heated debate. Many stared at Dugu Yun with gleaming eyes, their emotions turbulent.
Of course, some remained level-headed. The elders of the academy wouldn’t truly allow him free rein—they were surely monitoring him in secret. Otherwise, if something went wrong, no one could bear the consequences.
“Who knows if he’s really the Guardian’s descendant? He might just be an imposter from the other realm!” someone muttered sourly.
“Who dares to test him in combat? Let’s see how strong this so-called invincible golden blood really is!”
“Good idea! At the very least, we can learn more about the creatures from the other side—how terrifying they truly are.”
At the mountain’s base, discussions flared, eyes burning with challenge. Some were itching for a fight.
However, events took an unexpected turn. After descending, Dugu Yun swept them with a cold glance and issued a challenge of his own.
“A ragtag bunch like you, dreaming of facing the warriors of another world? Delusional.”
His voice wasn’t loud, but it carried clearly, reaching everyone at the foot of the mountain.
Some faces darkened, their expressions hostile.
A few stepped forward, blocking his path, ready to fight then and there.
On the Divine Mountain, the bronze structure remained silent. No elder emerged to intervene—clearly, they were allowing events to unfold.
“You don’t like hearing the truth, do you? But this is reality—a group of weaklings! A single scion of the ancient imperial clans from the other realm could sweep you all aside!” Dugu Yun grew even more disdainful.
“Big talk! Let’s see what you’re really made of!” someone snapped, charging forward.
“Too weak. All of you, come at me together!” Dugu Yun declared.
As he spoke, he raised his palm, pushing forward slowly. A dull, thunderous rumble followed.
Golden blood energy surged around him, his aura towering like an unshakable mountain. Yet his palm seemed to bring down the heavens themselves.
**Boom!**
The attacker coughed up blood, thrown backward in a single exchange.
“Careful!”
Others rushed to help, trying to mitigate the force and prevent severe injury.
But Dugu Yun’s strike was unstoppable. The golden blood energy roared like a flood, overwhelming them.
“Ah—!”
Twelve experts cried out, some vomiting blood, others collapsing as if struck by lightning.
The oppressive golden energy left them gasping. This terrifying youth was far beyond them—no match at all.
With just one palm strike, Dugu Yun had defeated over a dozen, silencing the crowd in shock.
“I overestimated you. No matter how many weaklings gather, they’re useless. A single young supreme from the other realm could crush all resistance,” Dugu Yun said mercilessly.
“Again!”
A group of indignant cultivators joined forces, forming an array to capture him.
Yet their defeat came even faster. Dugu Yun moved like a phantom, leaving only a golden afterimage.
**Thud!**
They all spat blood, collapsing in agony.
“Pity. None of the old clans remain,” Dugu Yun muttered, searching for traces of his ancestors’ enemies.
“Incredible! Truly the Guardian’s descendant—golden blood is invincible!”
At this critical moment, a few young women cheered, their eyes blazing with admiration, much to everyone’s exasperation.
“What Guardian? Captured and imprisoned for years, his former glory long faded. Who knows which side he’s on now?”
“Exactly! Just a prisoner—where’s the Guardian’s majesty?”
Sharp retorts followed.
Dugu Yun’s eyes turned icy. In a flash, he vanished, striking out. Several bodies split apart, nearly killed on the spot.
This stunned the crowd. Even the most resentful held their tongues—further defiance would mean suppression.
“Quick, summon Lü Tuo and Wang Xi! Let them handle this!” someone whispered, humiliated by their defeat.
“Ah! Shi Hao has descended—he’s here! He can take this guy on!”
“Brother Shi, please intervene and suppress this outsider!”
“Enough nonsense. This is the Guardian’s descendant—confirmed by the elders,” Shi Hao replied, descending calmly, showing no desire to fight.
He sympathized with the Guardian’s lineage. This youth’s tragic past evoked pity, not hostility.
“He’s gone too far—arrogant, looking down on our Heavenly Deity Academy! Brother Shi, uphold justice!”
At that moment, Dugu Yun’s gaze locked onto Shi Hao halfway down the mountain.
“You think you’re strong? Come and fight!”
Shi Hao glanced at him, unafraid of any challenger. With his current invincible will, he feared no rival.
“Mo Dao, you face him,” Shi Hao ordered. Now at the Heavenly Deity Realm, he had the right to remain aloof, even against those with three strands of immortal energy.
Mo Dao descended, three Dao Flowers blooming above him, his aura skyrocketing. He was eager to test the might of golden blood.
“Compared to your sister, you’re far inferior. She was a true prodigy, astonishing even the imperial clans. But you? No match for me,” Dugu Yun said.
Mo Dao froze. His sister, taken by an immortal to cultivate among the ancient imperial clans, was their family’s pride.
“You’ve seen my sister?” Mo Dao pressed.
“I have. True geniuses—I’ve met them all,” Dugu Yun replied.
Just then, Lü Tuo, Wang Xi, Xuan Kun, and others arrived, having been summoned.
In truth, they’d been waiting, merely maintaining decorum by not lingering at the mountain’s base.
Lü Tuo, Inviting Moon, the Ten Crown King—these were the true elites of the academy, their auras vast as oceans.
“Good. Saves me the trouble of seeking you out. Who dares to fight me?” Dugu Yun challenged, his arrogance stunning them.
“You first,” he said, locking onto Xuan Kun.
**Boom!**
The battle erupted abruptly, without preamble.
Dugu Yun lunged, forming golden seals that blotted out the sun and moon, shaking mountains and rivers. His overwhelming force sought to crush Xuan Kun utterly.
“Excellent! Let’s see how the other realm’s supreme warriors compare to their so-called imperial clans!”
The spectators, including Lü Tuo, were confident Dugu Yun wouldn’t fall short of the other realm’s elites.
But soon, their expressions changed. The battle shifted drastically—Xuan Kun was overpowered, coughing blood, his body convulsing.
Xuan Kun was defeated!
Before everyone’s eyes, Dugu Yun stood invincible, golden blood energy turning his hair golden, his presence dominating heaven and earth.
His once-ethereal beauty now radiated heroic might, a truly peerless demeanor.
**Spurt!**
Xuan Kun vomited blood, struck by a palm and then a kick, his body cracking as he was sent flying.
The battle ended, leaving the crowd in awe.
Was this the Guardian’s lineage? One with golden blood, destined for invincibility—could he single-handedly sweep through the Heavenly Deity Academy?
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