“Atu Tuolan…” The creature spoke, its silver pupils emitting an eerie glow, cold and piercing, while its body was covered in long crimson fur that sent chills down the spine.
Even its face was obscured by the blood-red fur, leaving only its eyes visible.
It was responding to the descendant of the Guardian, engaging in a heated conversation with him, its tone domineering and unyielding, showing no fear of the gathered crowd.
What brought slight relief was that while it was powerful, its cultivation level didn’t seem far beyond the others—likely at the pinnacle of the Heavenly Deity realm, on par with the young supremes.
Moreover, some sensed a vibrant aura from the faint wisps of blood energy it exuded, indicating this was a youthful powerhouse, not some ancient relic.
A sealed creature—who knew how many years it had endured? How could it still be so young?
The crowd was unsettled, unable to decipher the mystery. Yet, precisely because it wasn’t an ancient fossil, they felt a sliver of confidence.
“Le Duo Xi!” Dugu Yun roared in anger, arguing fiercely, his chest heaving with indignation and fury.
“What are they saying? What are they arguing about?” Shi Hao asked.
Mo Dao shook his head—he couldn’t understand a word. This was the ancient imperial language of the other shore, something even some of the current imperial clans might not comprehend.
Qing Yi’s beautiful eyes shimmered with strands of azure moonlight, soft and divine, her entire being bathed in a sacred glow, transcendent and ethereal.
“They’re discussing a place—the homeland of the sacred race with golden blood in their veins. Dugu Yun wants to trace the path back there, but that creature insists it’s impossible. Once beings leave that place and are tainted by the mortal world, they can never return.”
Qing Yi’s words stunned everyone. What kind of place was this? Once you left, you could never go back?
The Guardian’s homeland was shrouded in mystery, seemingly sacred and untainted by worldly impurities, governed by strict rules.
According to the red-furred creature, Dugu Yun’s ancestors—the Guardian lineage—had left that place and could never return, let alone their descendants.
“The red-furred creature refuses to tell Dugu Yun, fearing he might recklessly seek it out and invite unnecessary trouble,” Qing Yi added.
The crowd tensed—there was a force even the other shore feared!
Dugu Yun argued vehemently, unwilling to accept this. He wanted to find that ancient path, to return to the pure land of his ancestors, where his golden blood could grow stronger!
“Gu Si Nie Teng…” The blood-furred creature’s silver eyes gleamed with icy warning, unmoved by Dugu Yun’s pleas.
The Guardian’s descendant, his body radiating golden light, his hair like forged gold, took half a step forward, his aura oppressive, matching the creature’s intensity.
“Boom!”
Between them, divine flames erupted, scorching the sky, twisting space to the brink of collapse.
These were divine runes manifesting as flames—not true fire, but the pinnacle of Dao patterns made visible!
“That creature says if one follows that ancient path to its end and opens the boundary gate, entering that place will summon inexplicable powerhouses,” Qing Yi translated.
She pieced together fragments of their argument, sometimes precisely, sometimes vaguely, as even she couldn’t fully grasp their ancient tongue.
But the fragments she relayed were enough to leave everyone speechless.
That place wasn’t just home to golden-blooded beings—there were other terrifying clans who generally avoided the mortal world. But once summoned, the consequences would be dire.
The red-haired creature wanted no complications, hence its refusal.
“The imperial clan of the other shore promised me—if I found you, I’d get the path! Why refuse?!” Dugu Yun bellowed in the language of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, his rage boiling over as he seized the creature’s crimson fur.
“You dare lay hands on me?!” The red-haired creature abandoned the ancient tongue, roaring in divine sense. The earth cracked, the void warped.
“Boom!”
A storm of runes erupted between them as battle broke out.
The red-furred creature twisted Dugu Yun’s wrist, divine light surging like a raging ocean.
In an instant, multiple divine arts clashed between them.
“Boom!”
The void shattered, immortal mist swirling as both were sent flying, still trading blows, unleashing waves of Dao patterns.
Even mid-air, their battle raged on!
“Clang!”
A divine lance appeared in the red-furred creature’s grip—not quite a spear, but fiercer, wielded only by the mightiest.
At the same time, Dugu Yun summoned a celestial halberd, another weapon of the brave.
Both weapons expanded, their edges stretching hundreds of feet, colliding like golden mountains, sparks flying.
The shockwaves of their Dao resonance crushed the void, sending weaker spectators reeling, some bleeding from the backlash.
Dugu Yun landed, halberd in hand, his golden hair cascading to his waist, his body blazing like the sun.
Opposite him, the towering red-furred creature landed and, with a gesture, seized three cultivators—two from Heavenly Deity Academy, one from Immortal Academy.
“Pfft!”
His left hand crushed one’s skull, blood surging up his arm as he absorbed their life essence.
The others barely had time to react before the remaining two withered into husks, drained dry.
“Ah…” The victims’ bodies shriveled like dried fruit, their essence devoured.
“Sealed for eons, I’ve missed the taste of blood. How refreshing!” The creature sighed in pleasure.
As he spoke, the two beneath his feet also withered, their essence flooding into him.
His legs glowed, nearly transparent beneath the fur, brimming with stolen vitality.
“You dare?!” The crowd roared in fury.
“Times have changed. The weak who once worshipped us as gods now dare raise blades against me?” The creature stretched lazily, revitalized.
“Crack!”
As he moved, crystalline fragments fell from his fur, clattering to the ground.
“What’s that?” Many gasped, sensing a sacred aura—remnants of a sealing substance.
“That’s how he survived to this era!” Wang Xi declared.
Without it, he couldn’t have endured, let alone remained youthful.
“That’s a liquid forged by an immortal, preserving all things for eternity,” Mo Dao added, awed.
Shi Hao turned to him, silently questioning.
“I think I know—this is a descendant of an ancient imperial clan from the other shore, sealed here,” Mo Dao said.
“What else?” Shi Hao pressed.
“There should be a Dao Seed here—a Heaven Seed, coveted even by an immortal overlord who regretted missing it in his youth.”
“An immortal regretted it?” Shi Hao was stunned.
“Yes. A supreme being, unmatched in his era, once lamented that if he’d used that seed to forge his Dao, his achievements would’ve been unimaginable.”
Shi Hao’s mind raced—legends were true. The Five Devils sealing the Heaven Seed wasn’t a myth. Even the other shore’s immortals coveted it.
“That immortal is invincible, undefeated across eras. His statue stands in their temples,” Mo Dao revealed.
The implications were staggering—what kind of seed could evoke such regret in an immortal?
“This place is dangerous. The so-called ‘refining in a cauldron’ likely seals an imperial clan of the other shore,” Qing Yi deduced.
This red-furred creature wasn’t alone—there were stronger elders, though only he had broken free.
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