The hand was covered in thick, crimson fur, shaped like a human’s but instantly evoking the image of a beast’s claw.
It had emerged from the stone wall—from the carved door that had suddenly become a real passage!
Everyone froze. How could a door etched into the rock truly become a pathway?
“ROAR!”
The deafening sound threatened to rupture eardrums, shaking the very fabric of space. The creature struggled violently, trying to break free from the stone wall.
What was happening? Many were baffled.
Were the stone carvings awakening? Was the painted figure stepping into reality? It was eerie, sending hearts pounding.
A primal aura surged forth, as if something ancient had raced through time to manifest in this era, seeking to challenge the heroes of the present.
Yet, despite its efforts, the creature could not fully escape. After extending its red-furred arm, its body remained trapped, unable to break through.
“Hmph!”
Two experts from the Immortal Academy snorted coldly, stepping forward, ready to act.
“Step back!” Dugu Yun, descendant of the Guardian, roared. In an instant, his golden blood energy surged, turning even his dense black hair into a radiant gold. His aura skyrocketed to its peak.
His expression was solemn, his gaze intense, yet beneath it all burned an unmistakable excitement. He stood before the stone wall, blocking the way.
Inside the wall, the figure hesitated, as if wary of an ambush, and withdrew its arm, vanishing back into the carved door.
Dugu Yun spread his arms, forming an enigmatic seal. He struck the stone wall repeatedly, leaving behind strange patterns—somewhere between a powerful attack and an ancient ritual.
All the while, his finger bled golden blood, seeping into the stone like rain nourishing a parched desert.
“What are you doing?” the two from the Immortal Academy demanded.
Even the Banished Immortal’s expression shifted, his usual ethereal demeanor hardening as he stared at the Guardian’s descendant. A phantom of a True Phoenix materialized behind him, poised to strike.
“Ahmudulo…”
A deep, guttural voice echoed from within the stone wall. The furry arm reappeared, sensing the golden blood, as if questioning.
Almost no one understood the words—the syllables were archaic, laced with a sinister, soul-piercing power.
“Tokanimasha…” Dugu Yun responded, his expression growing even more solemn as his golden blood continued to flow toward the stone door.
“You must explain yourself!” The Ten Crown King stepped forward, gripping the sapling of the World Tree.
Shi Hao appeared as well, his presence terrifying, forcing many from the Immortal Academy and Celestial Academy to retreat in alarm.
He had no choice but to intervene. Dugu Yun’s actions were too suspicious—it looked as though he was breaking a seal to free the creature.
Given Dugu Yun’s origins—having lived on the other side of the world, not raised in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—his actions were even more unsettling.
The fact that the foreign powers had sent him back was abnormal in itself!
“Do you understand them?” Shi Hao whispered to Qing Yi.
Frowning, Qing Yi communed with the Blue Moon within her, trying to decipher the exchange.
“Mo Dao, come here!” Shi Hao spotted the foreign expert he had subdued, now wearing a shocked expression.
Mo Dao resisted but answered, “This is the ancient imperial tongue of the other shore. I don’t understand it, but I know only a few royal clans can speak it.”
The revelation sent shockwaves through the crowd. In an instant, Lü Tuo, the Banished Immortal, and others surrounded Dugu Yun, ready to suppress him.
His ability to converse in the ancient imperial tongue of the enemy was damning.
According to Mo Dao, even on the other shore, only a handful of royal clans could comprehend this language—the tongue of the undying, a manifestation of the Great Dao itself, capable of forming the most potent curses.
“Boom!”
The Banished Immortal struck without hesitation. The True Phoenix behind him blazed with radiant feathers, diving toward Dugu Yun.
“Shh—!”
Golden blood energy erupted from Dugu Yun, forming a storm around a shadowy figure—a supreme war god clashing against the True Phoenix.
The impact shattered the void, forcing even those with three immortal auras to retreat.
The Ten Crown King attacked next, slamming the World Tree sapling against the stone wall, unleashing cataclysmic force.
A deafening roar erupted as the stone wall glowed, its carvings filling with golden blood, turning the door translucent.
“The seal is breaking!” someone screamed.
The door resisted the World Tree’s power, its symbols and patterns intertwining mysteriously.
Then—not just the arm, but half the creature’s body emerged, followed by its full form.
A savage, primordial aura flooded the area as the creature stepped out, its silver eyes scanning the crowd coldly.
It was humanoid but covered in crimson fur, towering over ordinary men.
The young supremes encircled it, weapons at the ready.
Dugu Yun stepped forward, nearly touching the creature.
The Banished Immortal and the Ten Crown King held back, watching.
Silence fell. Everyone waited to see what Dugu Yun would do.
Tension thickened. Who could remain calm after releasing an unknown entity?
“Gulomosis…” Dugu Yun spoke firmly, his tone escalating into a roar, as if confronting the creature.
The red-furred being responded coldly, its silver pupils gleaming like metal, its tone unyielding.
No one understood their exchange. What was Dugu Yun’s goal?
Some tried to intercept their mental communication but failed, some even suffering backlash, blood trickling from their brows.
“You truly understand none of it?” Shi Hao pressed Mo Dao.
“This language belongs to the undying. Even powerful clans on the other shore are unworthy of learning it—only the royal few possess it,” Mo Dao admitted helplessly.
Then, Qing Yi opened her eyes, bathed in moonlight. “I caught some of it.”
Everyone turned to her, stunned.
“The Guardian’s descendant is asking for the path to his ancestral homeland,” she revealed.
The crowd was shaken.
Weren’t the Guardians nearly extinct?
But Qing Yi’s next words sent chills down their spines.
The so-called homeland was not of this world.
“Gods… The birthplace of the Guardians? Are there still survivors? How powerful must that lineage be?”
If even a fraction of them had become the Guardians of this world, how terrifying would the rest be?
Recent secrets resurfaced—the golden-blooded race was one of the four supreme bloodlines of the Immortal Ancient Era.
“Could it be that the lineage isn’t extinct?”
“Terrifying! Perhaps the title of ‘supreme bloodline’ came from those in the ancestral land.”
Chaos filled their minds.
The mysteries of the Immortal Ancient Era were resurfacing in this age.
“Why was Dugu Yun sent back? To aid the other shore or to find his kin?”
Unease spread. They prayed no catastrophe would unfold here.
Others recalled darker rumors—that the golden blood of the Guardians could turn black, transforming their saintly aura into something violent, bloodthirsty, and demonic.
Dugu Yun had once ventured into the Primordial Ancient Mine, only for black blood to seep from its depths.
“This is strange…”
“How strong is this red-furred creature? Will we all die here?”
“Fear not. We can fight!”
Tension, excitement, and curiosity warred within them. They yearned to uncover the truth.
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