Wang Changsheng, a name that was taboo, one that many were unwilling to utter—a supreme being who could truly dominate the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths!
In the past, he had been a headache for all factions, causing the downfall of countless prodigies of his era. Compared to him, they were like fireflies trying to outshine the moon—utterly incomparable.
For it was said that he might be an Immortal Seed, a being sealed away by immortal means.
Everyone knew that the Wang Clan had once reigned supreme, ruling over an entire domain, and had even produced an “Immortal”—an event of unparalleled glory and splendor.
The elders of old had whispered that Wang Changsheng might not belong to this era, that he was a descendant personally sealed away by that true immortal, emerging only when the chaos subsided, allowing him to sweep across the world and establish his clan’s supreme glory.
Taught by a true immortal, infused with immortal energy, his marrow cleansed and meridians reforged—how terrifying must he be?
Were it not for the drastic changes in the world’s environment, he might have already ascended to immortality!
Such a titan, living from ancient times to the present, untouched by time, still exuding an invincible vitality.
As long as he lived, he was a deterrent to all the great experts of the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths—a presence that could swallow eternity and suppress the heavens. This was Wang Changsheng!
And now, this very being was sending a message, ordering Wang Da and the others to stand down and inviting the Great Elder inside.
A being hailed as undefeated throughout the ages, adopting such a tone toward the Great Elder—not overtly aggressive, yet all the more unsettling.
Had he confronted the Great Elder directly, it might have been easier to accept.
But now, he was calm, refraining from conflict, inviting the Great Elder into this ancient immortal land.
To enter or not? Though the Great Elder had already responded affirmatively, Shi Hao still saw this as an extremely grave dilemma.
Not entering would show weakness, revealing a lack of confidence. But entering was an entirely different matter—this was a place where a true immortal had once walked. Who knew what kind of formations lay in wait? Perhaps even an immortal could be trapped here!
To put it bluntly, this place was more terrifying than a dragon’s den or a tiger’s lair. Even a being as profound as the Great Elder would face extreme danger upon stepping inside.
This was part of the reason why the Great Elder had initially called for Wang Changsheng to come out rather than barging in directly.
Now, the Great Elder took his first step—each footprint blooming with a Dao flower as he walked toward the heart of the Wang Clan.
The Starry Hall lay in ruins, once the gateway to this immortal domain, now shattered by a skull the Great Elder had hurled.
Dragon qi surged, divine beasts roared—everything within this ancient land was astonishing.
From the outside, it appeared as a sacred land, a grand estate.
But upon entering, one realized it was an endless expanse of mountains and rivers, vast beyond measure.
Ten thousand spirit mountains, each radiating auspicious light, swirling with misty spiritual energy—dreamlike, as if the true homeland of immortals.
Upon each mountain stood structures—towers, bronze halls, or towering steles forged from divine metals, all inscribed with intricate and unfathomable patterns.
Shi Hao frowned. What were those? Ancient immortal script!
From past to present, they had never been destroyed, bearing the marks of time’s passage, the erosion of ages—yet these structures remained intact, not a single corner damaged.
These were indestructible edifices, undoubtedly engraved with immortal Dao patterns. Their purpose was not mere habitation or record-keeping, but to suppress fortune itself.
This was a formation!
Ten thousand colossal mountains, their bronze halls, stone houses, and metal steles—all were formation banners, unyielding through the ages, maintaining this land’s solemnity and tranquility, impervious to external assault.
“Roar—!” A massive black hound, pure-blooded and of noble lineage—a primordial beast—charged from the mountains, chasing a herd of five-colored divine deer.
This was no ordinary sight. Such luxury—raising a primordial beast as a mere guardian or hunting hound!
And those five-colored deer were no common creatures either.
Such heritage, such scenes, left one speechless.
What chilled the heart further was that this was merely a glimpse. As they ventured deeper, Shi Hao grew numb—every region housed super beasts, some of unimaginable age and power.
Even the Great Elder’s heart skipped a beat when he spotted an ancient white ape meditating on a boulder beneath a pine tree.
“Tch, even one of the primordial terrors was subdued, guarding this path,” the Great Elder murmured.
The old ape lifted its head slightly, sipped tea, and nodded at the Great Elder without a word.
Amidst these majestic mountains, Shi Hao remained silent, truly understanding for the first time why the Everlasting Clans were so fearsome.
If such a clan mobilized, it could plunge the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths into chaos—their foundations were terrifying.
Passing a crimson mountain range, they saw swarms of golden crows—primordial birds of calamity, raised in flocks. A spine-chilling sight!
“Ah, even that golden crow was tamed by the Wang Clan. Are they flaunting this for me?” the Great Elder sighed.
An ancient golden crow, its feathers nearly gone, stood atop a stone peak—its eyes dim yet its aura blazing like a sun.
A primordial beast, seemingly decrepit, yet its unleashed fury could spell doom for an entire realm.
“Great Elder, those steles and bronze halls on the mountains—they’re formation banners. Aren’t you concerned?” Shi Hao whispered.
“Since we’re here, we adapt,” the Great Elder replied.
The journey was long—less an immortal domain, more a primordial world left behind from ancient times.
Finally, they arrived. Ahead, chaotic qi coalesced into towering dragons, each as vast as the heavens, crowding the sky.
A natural phenomenon—chaos taking form!
For this was a place both miraculous and dreadful.
Thousands of dragons guarded a grand ancient hall, built of weathered stone, standing resilient through time.
There, Wang Da, Wang Er, and the others waited, coldly staring at the Great Elder.
“Is this the famed ancestral hall of the Wang Clan?” the Great Elder mused, examining it closely.
Plain gray stone, brown tiles—simple yet surrounded by thousands of chaos-formed dragons.
Because this was the hall personally built by the Wang Clan’s progenitor—the one who had ascended to immortality.
Some said it was his seclusion site before ascension. Had it been built after, it would have been truly transcendent—a single hall surpassing all mortal treasures.
Then, five figures emerged from the hall, each radiating immortal majesty. Above them, cranes soared, Dao petals rained, celestial maidens danced, and sacred realms flickered.
A surreal spectacle, as if a slice of the immortal realm had manifested!
These were not real—merely manifestations of their blooming Dao flowers.
Five middle-aged men, their hair streaked with white, their auras even more terrifying than Wang Da and the others.
Shi Hao understood—these must be the remaining five of the so-called Nine Dragons!
The last among them was the most fearsome—his hair entirely gray, appearing no older than thirty, his eyes holding the birth and death of worlds, endless celestial secrets swirling within.
Wang Jiu!
Shi Hao was certain. From earlier whispers, he knew the Wang Clan’s nine sons grew stronger with each birth, the latter ones peerless.
Especially the last—heaven’s favored, unrivaled for an era, a terror who had walked the world for a hundred thousand years without meeting his match.
This was Shi Hao’s first time seeing all nine dragons together. United, they were said to be invincible.
One of the reasons the Wang Clan stood above all others!
“Elder Meng Tianzheng, you are indeed awe-inspiring. To survive a failed immortal ascension—truly a dominator of the mortal realm. But all men age. This is no longer your era. Not only have you waned, but new overlords have risen. Your glory has long since faded,” Wang Liu declared bluntly, a clear challenge.
“Sixth Brother, you are no match for Elder Meng. Let me,” Wang Qi stepped forward, his gray hair streaked with white.
The third strongest of the nine, surpassed only by the last two!
A show of force! Even after Wang Changsheng’s invitation, the nine dragons refused to relent, challenging the Great Elder here.
“Wang Changsheng, when will you show yourself?” the Great Elder called.
“Since you’ve come, I shall appear. But you underestimate my Wang Clan—to send only an avatar. My sons are worthy opponents.”
At these words, the first few of the nine dragons paled—they hadn’t realized this was an avatar!
Only Wang Ba and Wang Jiu remained calm, especially Wang Jiu—his gray hair unmarked by time, his composure unshaken, as if all was within his grasp.
Wang Jiu—truly terrifying!
His eyes held the evolution of universes, the withering of stars, and the fleeting light of ascension—unfathomable depths.
Whoosh!
A figure tore through the distant sky—the Great Elder’s true body had arrived!
His avatar merged with him, standing whole once more.
“Old friend, your presence brings me joy,” Wang Changsheng’s voice echoed.
From the chaos-shrouded hall emerged a youth—clear-eyed, red-lipped, and fair-skinned, impossibly young.
That voice came from him! This was Wang Changsheng?
Shi Hao was stunned, his mind reeling—this was nothing like the image of a supreme expert he had imagined!
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