Chapter 1075: The Struggle of the Three Clans

Just over a month after creating the ‘Nine Revolutions Immortality Art.’

“Everyone, it’s time to depart.” A resounding voice echoed through the five estates. Soon, Fan Sanyuan, Fan Mozhu, Fan Yiqian, King Salong, and Dongbo Xueying emerged one after another.

“Finally, the time for the Three-Clan Contest has come,” Dongbo Xueying smiled faintly. For him, this contest was primarily about earning the ten thousand grand merits. Once the mission was completed, he would immediately go into seclusion to break through to the Cosmic God realm and dispatch an avatar back to his homeland, the ‘Chaos Void.’

At this moment, Fan Sanyuan and the others, including King Salong, all turned their gazes toward Dongbo Xueying.

Because they all knew…

Fan Yiqian had been defeated in a single encounter by Ying Shan Xueying.

“Hahaha, no matter how formidable your strength is, you’ll all have to wait a little longer to display it,” Lord Kuichen said with a laugh as he stood there. “Only by defeating the Cang Clan and the Xia Clan can you truly call it strength.”

“Understood,” Fan Sanyuan nodded slightly.

“This time, we will definitely win!” The gaunt Fan Yiqian, his fighting spirit already restored, growled lowly, his eyes flashing with lightning.

“Everyone, board the carriage,” Lord Kuichen gestured toward a luxurious chariot floating beside him. The carriage was quite spacious, and Lord Kuichen stepped inside first before beckoning the others.

Dongbo Xueying and the rest promptly flew up and entered.

From the outside, the carriage appeared only a few zhang in length and width, but inside, it spanned dozens of zhang.

They each took their seats, sitting cross-legged within the carriage.

“Let’s depart,” Lord Kuichen, also seated cross-legged, commanded.

“Yes,” the attendant outside the chariot replied respectfully.

Roar~~~~

A strange beast soared through the sky, pulling the luxurious chariot away from the Fan Clan’s Demon Mountain.

…

Inside the carriage, Dongbo Xueying gazed outward as the chariot passed over the bustling streets of the Xia Wind Imperial Capital.

“The Three-Clan Contest has always been held within the imperial palace,” Lord Kuichen explained. “At that time, Patriarch Fan, Emperor Xia, and Emperor Cang will all observe the battles. Additionally, the great lords of the three great clans, as well as other powerful figures from various families within our Xia Wind Ancient Nation, will attend. This is the highest-level contest among the three great clans of our nation.”

After all, the three clans were all part of the Xia Wind Ancient Nation.

Sending their most outstanding Chaos Realm cultivators to compete was already quite sufficient.

Higher than that?

Having Cosmic Gods fight? One must understand that Cosmic Gods possessed diverse and unpredictable abilities. Some techniques were so swift that even invincible existences couldn’t intervene in time to prevent casualties, making it easy for things to spiral ‘out of control.’ Moreover, whether it was invincible existences or great lords, the emergence of new ones was exceedingly rare. If the same old experts kept fighting, the contests would lose their excitement.

In contrast, the Chaos Realm always had new talents emerging, introducing ‘variables’ into the battles.

“Such importance is placed on this. Patriarch Fan and the other two invincible existences are all coming to observe, along with the great lords,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. The highest echelons of the Xia Wind Ancient Nation were gathering in full force.

…

Xia Wind Ancient Nation, Imperial Palace.

Within a vast and expansive hall, mist swirled, and the ceiling was invisible to the naked eye, as if the space stretched infinitely.

Upon the imperial throne sat a man clad in black robes. His presence was ethereal, and as he gazed downward, it was as if ‘Heaven’ itself was looking down upon the masses. Even the surrounding Cosmic Gods dared not show the slightest disrespect, for this man was the Emperor of the Xia Wind Ancient Nation—the one whom Patriarch Fan and Emperor Cang, both invincible existences, willingly served.

In contrast, the Allworlds Ancient Nation had five patriarchs, none of whom acknowledged the others as supreme, lacking even a nominal leader.

The Xia Wind Ancient Nation, however, was far more united, with its highest leader being the Emperor—Emperor Xia.

“Haha, Brother Fan, your Fan Clan has lost five times in a row. Another loss would make it six. Since the Second Ancient Nation War, when we obtained the ‘Sourceworld Temple,’ your Fan Clan has never suffered six consecutive defeats, has it?” Emperor Xia smiled faintly as he looked toward the indistinct figure to his right. Patriarch Fan’s appearance was ever-changing, perceived differently by each observer.

“Emperor Xia, this time may be different,” Patriarch Fan replied calmly.

“Brother Fan, you must know that the Xia Clan has two peerless prodigies in this generation, stronger than in the previous five contests. Tsk tsk, in those five, my Cang Clan still managed to win twice. This time, I have no confidence,” Emperor Cang interjected. Though seated, his surroundings were shrouded in vast obscurity, with worlds seemingly forming and collapsing upon his body, exuding an aura that made every Cosmic God shudder. “Losing this time wouldn’t matter much. After all, my Cang Clan won twice in the previous five.”

“And my Xia Clan won three times in those five,” Emperor Xia added pointedly.

Patriarch Fan let out a light snort.

Though the three old fellows bickered, they were as close as brothers. On the path of cultivation, few could truly engage in discourse with them.

“But this time, we must win,” Patriarch Fan glanced downward at the great lords of the Fan Clan, such as the Skyrend Great Lord and the Blood Lotus Great Lord. “It’s been too long since my Fan Clan sent a great lord into the ‘Sourceworld Temple.’ They must be growing impatient.”

The Sourceworld Temple was left behind by ‘Yuan.’

It was also one of the most crucial treasures contested during the Second Ancient Nation War—a battle so cataclysmic that even invincible existences perished, and countless others were grievously wounded. For instance, the two progenitors of the Progenitor Ancient Nation once joined forces to assault the Xia Wind Ancient Nation. The ‘Polar Night Progenitor’ was severely injured, with much of his source blood seized, while the ‘Eternal Night Progenitor’ fled heavily wounded…

That war brought great gains to the two mightiest ancient nations: the Allworlds Ancient Nation and the Xia Wind Ancient Nation.

The Xia Wind Ancient Nation obtained the ‘Sourceworld Temple.’

Initially, the temple was accessed in turns by Emperor Xia, Patriarch Fan, and Emperor Cang. However, each entry required an immense span of time before they could enter again. Eventually, the three found further progress within the temple increasingly difficult and gradually passed the opportunities to their descendants.

These ‘descendants’ were none other than the great lords of the three great clans…

But how to allocate these opportunities?

Given that the Xia Clan was the strongest, boasting nine great lords, a simple rotation would seem unfair to them. After all, Emperor Xia had contributed the most to obtaining the Sourceworld Temple!

Thus, the three patriarchs established the ‘Three-Clan Contest.’

The victorious clan would earn the right to enter the temple this time.

And so…

Over the eons, the Xia Clan generally held the advantage, with the Cang and Fan Clans roughly equal.

Yet, in the last five contests, the Fan Clan had not won even once—a rather embarrassing streak. Moreover, the Fan Clan’s great lords were all eager to enter again, even if only one could go. If the opportunity didn’t fall to the Fan Clan, they would remain excluded indefinitely.

“The Xia Clan’s youngsters have arrived.”

Six figures flew in from afar and landed gracefully, one of them a Cosmic God.

“We pay our respects to the Three Majesties,” they all saluted.

“Take your seats,” Emperor Xia commanded.

The Xia Clan’s Cosmic God naturally took his seat, while the remaining five Chaos Realm cultivators were guided to their places by attendants, all maintaining a low profile. After all, among those seated, they were the only Chaos Realm cultivators present.

Soon.

“The Fan Clan’s youngsters are here,” drawing the attention of many. The Cosmic Gods of the Xia Wind Ancient Nation present all knew that the Fan Clan had failed to win in the previous five contests.

Led by Lord Kuichen, Dongbo Xueying and the other four flew in, landing and bowing respectfully. “We pay our respects to the Three Majesties.”

At the highest seat.

Beside Emperor Xia, Patriarch Fan watched with interest the white-robed youth below. “Ying Shan Xueying? Let’s see what this Ying Shan Xueying is truly capable of!” This was the same Ying Shan Xueying who had once refused to become his disciple. Even if he was truly a reincarnated soul, the audacity to reject Patriarch Fan’s tutelage had piqued his curiosity immensely.