The elder had a kindly face and spoke in a calm tone, suggesting that Huang should be rescued and not left to perish in the Divine Medicine Mountain Range.
Those who had just been slandering Huang, accusing him of being a traitor, were momentarily stunned. They recognized this elder—he was from the Celestial Clan. Hadn’t they heard that his clan bore a grudge against Huang?
“Ah, youth is truly wonderful, representing vigor and hope. Huang is a child of immense potential. We should not stand by and watch him come to harm, for that would be a tremendous loss,” sighed the old Celestial. He openly admitted that in the past, the Celestial Clan had wronged Shi Hao, and there had been conflicts between them. But now, upon learning of his plight, they must lend aid.
This left many with strange expressions. Was the old man sincere, or was this just a performance, an attempt to curry favor with certain factions?
“Huang brought this upon himself by recklessly charging into the Divine Medicine Mountain Range, ignorant of his limits. Who else is to blame for his fate?”
Some from the clans aligned with the Wang Family stepped forward, voicing their opposition. Earlier, it was their faction that had slandered Huang, only to be rebuked. Now, they believed that by merely obstructing efforts to rescue Huang—without directly attacking him—they could avoid further censure.
“That was his own mistake. Why should the elites of our Imperial Pass waste their lives to save him? Is that fair to others? Are their lives not valuable?” one of them declared righteously.
Yet, to their surprise, they had once again misjudged the situation.
Inside the bronze hall, seated on a meditation cushion, a middle-aged man with ash-gray hair glared coldly at them, his eyes gleaming with divine light, his breath exhaling chaotic energy.
This was one of the Wang Family’s Nine Dragons—a figure of unfathomable strength, second only to the Great Elder and a select few within the Imperial Pass!
“Silence! In matters of great righteousness, you always resort to schemes and manipulations. You deserve death!” This was the verdict of the Fifth Dragon of the Wang Family.
He was towering, even while seated, his physique robust, his blood energy surging like a humanoid savage dragon.
Those who had spoken earlier coughed up blood and staggered back in fear. They had misspoken yet again, provoking the Fifth Dragon’s displeasure. They hadn’t expected the Wang Family to side with Huang this time.
After some internal deliberation, they concluded that the Wang Family might merely be putting on a show, not truly intending to rescue Huang. But they dared not voice such thoughts.
“Very well, let us discuss the most effective way to rescue him, preferably without endangering our Imperial Pass elites,” proposed the old woman from the Jin Family.
“I suggest we go directly to the Ancestral Altar and request the presence of the Supreme Beings. They could swiftly retrieve Huang!” someone offered.
At that moment, a commotion arose outside the bronze hall as many rose to pay respects.
A golden path unfurled from the Ancestral Altar, spanning tens of thousands of miles, and an elder descended upon it—none other than Meng Tianzheng.
“Greetings, Elder!” Everyone stood, none daring to show disrespect.
The Great Elder, Meng Tianzheng, had suppressed all his aura, appearing as an ordinary old man as he stepped off the golden path and entered the grand bronze hall.
“Elder, we were just discussing how to rescue Huang,” the Jin Family’s old woman said, rising to her feet.
Even the Fifth Dragon of the Wang Family, who harbored deep hostility toward the Great Elder, stood expressionlessly, maintaining minimal decorum.
“Continue your discussion,” the Great Elder said as he took his seat.
He remained silent, his brow furrowed in solemn concern. News from the Divine Medicine Mountain Range had truly worried him for Shi Hao’s safety.
The fact that Shi Hao’s whereabouts had been leaked, drawing the attention of foreign cultivators to hunt him, was disastrous.
“Elder, we believe we should act immediately to rescue Huang. What do you think?” someone asked.
The Great Elder sighed, then suddenly opened his eyes, their piercing light sweeping across the faces of many. He nodded. “I will go myself.”
“Who dares slander my brother? Calling Shi Hao a traitor—your head must have been kicked by one of the Wang Family’s dragons!”
A clamor erupted at the entrance of the bronze hall as Fatty Cao arrived, accompanied by the Lunar Grace Goddess, Chang Gongyan, and others.
Normally, youths were barred from entering this hall, but today was an exception. Earlier accusations had demanded that Shi Hao’s friends and family be questioned, hence their presence.
Many exchanged glances. This Fatty truly had the audacity—to insult the Wang Family’s dragons so brazenly.
“If no one will save Shi Hao, I’ll ask my master to intervene. I refuse to believe he can’t be rescued!” Fatty Cao declared.
His master was a mysterious figure, known to only a few. But those who did know of him feared him deeply—an ancient monster capable of foreseeing countless secrets.
For instance, Fatty Cao often claimed he was destined to be buried alive, only to reemerge in a distant future as an immortal—a prophecy from his master.
“Fool! Cease your noise and leave!” The Fifth Dragon’s voice thundered through the hall, potent enough to shatter Fatty Cao where he stood.
Though he held back from killing, the force still sent Fatty Cao coughing blood, hurling him toward the exit.
But at that moment, the old woman—daughter of Jin Tai Jun—intervened, her sleeve blocking the Fifth Dragon’s sonic assault, shielding Fatty Cao.
The Great Elder cast a cold gaze at the Fifth Dragon, his chilling aura making even the proud dragon shudder. No matter how strong he was, he couldn’t muster defiance before Meng Tianzheng.
“Give my regards to your master,” the Great Elder said gently to Fatty Cao.
That single sentence silenced the hall. No one dared challenge Fatty Cao now—not even the Fifth Dragon, who was inwardly shaken.
For the Great Elder to show such courtesy to Fatty Cao hinted at an unimaginable background for his master.
“Elder, hurry and save Shi Hao! I fear for his safety!” the Lunar Grace Goddess urged. Every moment wasted worsened his predicament.
Some even speculated that Huang might already be dead.
“Elder, should we summon other Supreme Beings from the Ancestral Altar?” Jin Tai Jun’s daughter inquired.
The Fifth Dragon would never voluntarily speak to the Great Elder, their enmity too deep after his exile to the borderlands.
“Unnecessary. I will go alone,” the Great Elder declared.
“Elder, that’s too dangerous! The Divine Medicine Mountain Range is a land of great peril,” someone protested.
“It has been years since I’ve fought in earnest. My weapon has not rusted. Today, I shall test it,” the Great Elder replied.
“Elder, please reconsider. It would be best to have one or two Supreme Beings accompany you,” another pleaded.
“Huang is my disciple. If he is in danger, it is my duty to act. I would not have others risk their lives for my sake,” the Great Elder said calmly.
At that moment, everyone felt a tremor in their souls.
For within Meng Tianzheng’s unassuming frame, they sensed a flame surging—a fire of battle-blood, ready to erupt and sweep across the stars.
This was the blood of a Supreme Being, said to be capable of felling stars and extinguishing suns with a single drop—a power beyond mortal comprehension.
Today, many understood: the Great Elder was preparing to unleash his full might, not for sparring, but for a life-or-death battle.
**Boom!**
The next instant, the Great Elder strode from the bronze hall. His bones crackled as a terrifying aura erupted, shaking the entire Imperial Pass.
The Imperial Pass was vast, its walls built from the remains of stars, its scale unimaginable. Yet now, every soul within felt that overwhelming presence—the world itself trembled.
And this was merely the Great Elder’s battle-blood awakening, not his full release.
**Boom!**
Another tremor emanated from Meng Tianzheng’s body as his Supreme blood surged, its shackles shattered.
Louder than thunder, fiercer than a flood—it defied belief!
Still, the Great Elder restrained himself, ensuring his aura did not ravage the Imperial Pass. All changes remained confined within him, lest catastrophe strike.
“Has… has he broken through?” The Fifth Dragon paled, his body trembling uncontrollably, the urge to prostrate nearly overwhelming him.
Now standing in the heavens, the Great Elder’s body echoed with the sounds of mountains collapsing and seas roaring. His Supreme blood revitalized him, reshaping his form at an incredible pace.
“Rejuvenation! Has he been reborn?!” someone cried, kneeling in reverence, their voice shaking.
Across the Imperial Pass, countless beings collapsed to their knees, overwhelmed despite the Great Elder’s restraint.
In the sky, his transformation continued.
His bones realigned, his flesh glowing, his entire form shifting.
No longer the withered old man marked by time, his body now radiated vitality, his muscles reforming, his stature expanding—a complete metamorphosis.
**Boom!**
All were stunned by the sight of the youthful figure in the sky.
A man in his prime, black hair cascading, his bearing heroic, his frame tall and flawless. His sword-like brows framed starry eyes brimming with life.
Was this the Great Elder, Meng Tianzheng?
He appeared no older than twenty-five, in the golden age of youth, his body sculpted to perfection, his face coldly handsome, exuding indomitable spirit.
Clad in golden battle armor, he resembled an invincible war god descended from ancient times.
Though he suppressed his aura, countless still prostrated in instinctive worship.
Even the Fifth Dragon and Jin Tai Jun’s daughter grew pale, struggling not to kneel.
Such divine might was unstoppable!
At this moment, the young man in the heavens was as vast and unfathomable as the cosmos itself—his power beyond mortal reckoning.
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