Dongbo Xueying once again arrived in the Ancient Sacred World. For him, traveling to any place was as effortless as breathing.
“The Green Roc Sect.”
Standing in the wilderness, he gazed at the distant undulating mountain range—the Green Roc Mountains, the sacred grounds of the Green Roc Sect. The sect’s most powerful disciples often possessed unique physiques, evolving toward the ultimate form of the ‘Green Roc.’ This made them a prime target for devourer-type cultivators, who frequently ambushed them to consume their flesh.
To avoid being devoured, the Green Roc Sect had no choice but to grow stronger.
Fortunately, the sect’s legacy was imprinted upon the Green Roc Mountains themselves. Though the sect had been destroyed multiple times throughout history, new cultivators would always arrive, learn the inheritance, and reestablish the Green Roc Sect.
Dongbo Xueying strode forward.
Whoosh.
With each step, he traversed tens of thousands of miles, ascending higher and higher, closing in on the Green Roc Mountains.
“Who goes there?”
“This is the Green Roc Sect. If you wish to enter, you must ascend from the base of the mountain!”
The sect’s gatekeepers shouted from afar, watching as a figure approached with each step resembling a teleportation. Though Dongbo Xueying exuded an invisible pressure, they still roared in defiance.
Through the ages, they had learned one truth—
In this lawless land, only strength could command respect.
“Hmph.”
Dongbo Xueying extended his right hand, summoning a black gourd. He pulled out its stopper.
Whoosh.
A fireball shot out, rapidly expanding into a colossal flaming star spanning a million miles in diameter. Its blazing fury and overwhelming might sent shockwaves through the entire sect, forcing even the most reclusive experts to emerge in alarm.
“What’s happening?”
“Such terrifying fluctuations!”
“This power…”
Countless experts of the Green Roc Sect rushed out from their dwellings and secluded chambers, looking up at the sky in horror.
The scorching heat radiating from the massive flaming star paled the sun itself. Its very existence distorted the surrounding laws, its surface rippling with spatial runes that instantly enveloped the entire mountain range below.
As the flaming star descended slightly, the sect’s protective formations trembled and warped. The Green Roc Sect’s defenses were far inferior to those of the Golden Devourer Kingdom—barely capable of withstanding an expert at the fourth level of the Star Tower. Under the mere periphery of the black gourd’s fireball, the formations began to crumble.
Panic spread among the sect’s experts.
Then, abruptly, the fireball halted. A white-robed youth stepped forward, raising his hand. The enormous flaming star shrank rapidly, condensing into a small fireball the size of an egg, spinning above his palm.
“Who is that?” The sect members shuddered in fear.
Dongbo Xueying gazed down.
The invisible fluctuations of the Wavewheel Diagram instantly bound every expert in the Green Roc Sect, including a seemingly unremarkable elder with disheveled yellow hair—the strongest among them, possessing fourth-level Star Tower combat power. The elder struggled violently, but under the Wavewheel Diagram’s suppression, his strength was reduced to a mere fraction. He realized that even if he could barely resist, he stood no chance if Dongbo Xueying wished to kill him.
After demonstrating his dominance, Dongbo Xueying released the restraints, allowing them to regain their freedom.
The sect members exchanged bewildered glances as the terrifying pressure vanished.
“Listen well.”
Dongbo Xueying’s voice boomed across the heavens, resonating in the ears of every disciple.
“From this day forth, I am the Supreme Elder of the Green Roc Sect. Any objections?”
Silence.
Then—
Elation erupted.
“Greetings, Supreme Elder!” A disciple immediately prostrated.
Soon, countless disciples across the mountains knelt in unison. “Greetings, Supreme Elder!”
The entire sect trembled with excitement.
Dongbo Xueying sighed inwardly. In the Seven Seas Sacred World, some sects might have resisted to the death. But here, in the Ancient Sacred World under the rule of the Realm Ancestor, strength was the only law. The Green Roc Sect, though many practiced the Green Roc inheritance, also housed numerous other ancient cultivators.
After all, ancient cultivation depended on talent—not everyone was suited for the Green Roc path.
In this chaotic land, survival was the priority. The Green Roc Sect was essentially a coalition of ancient cultivators, with the Green Roc practitioners at its core. Their unity served one purpose—to endure.
A supreme expert descending to become their Supreme Elder? They could scarcely believe their fortune.
For in this land, safety was the rarest treasure of all.
As for Dongbo Xueying’s intentions? They cared little. His earlier display had proven one thing—if he wished, he could annihilate the entire sect in an instant. There was no need for deception.
This was precisely why Dongbo Xueying had acted so domineeringly from the start. Without such a display, would the Green Roc Sect have so readily accepted him as their Supreme Elder?
—
In the main hall of the Green Roc Sect, Dongbo Xueying sat upon the highest throne, with the sect master standing humbly to the side. Below them, the sect’s elite and disciples gathered.
“The sect’s formations are too weak,” Dongbo Xueying stated coldly. “From today onward, I shall reconstruct them. The methods to control the formations will be taught to you two—Gu Shang and Bei Zhou. Each of you shall command a defensive formation.”
“As you command.”
Gu Shang, the sect master with third-level Star Tower strength, bowed respectfully.
Beside him, the yellow-haired elder—Bei Zhou, the strongest in the sect and previously aloof—also complied without hesitation.
“If anyone breaches the formations, notify me immediately,” Dongbo Xueying instructed. “I will be in seclusion, occasionally venturing out. Do not disturb me unless absolutely necessary.”
With that, he rose and departed.
The sect’s experts stood in stunned silence.
—
In the days that followed, Dongbo Xueying poured his efforts into crafting three formations.
The first was a detection formation, woven from the mysteries of the Wavewheel Diagram, perceptible even to ordinary disciples.
The second was a phantom formation, ensnaring intruders in illusions.
The third—a killing formation—was forged from the principles of the Fifth Sword of Annihilation.
Should the formations fail, Dongbo Xueying would intervene personally.
—
“What’s the deal with him?”
Gu Shang and Bei Zhou stood outside Dongbo Xueying’s secluded cave, bewildered.
“This Supreme Elder is… eccentric.”
“Who cares?” Gu Shang grinned. “He’s chosen our sect as his retreat and dislikes trivial matters. As long as we don’t bother him, we’ve gained an unparalleled guardian. Hah! I can’t wait for those fiends to test us now. The killing formation I control will make them regret it.”
The killing formation, once activated, unleashed sword-light of devastating might.
The yellow-haired elder, his pupils ringed like ancient mysteries, nodded. “Eccentric experts are common. We are fortunate to have such a figure here. Ensure the disciples nearby do not provoke him.”
“Of course.” Gu Shang agreed, though inwardly, he wondered—
Was this Supreme Elder truly here for the Green Roc inheritance imprinted upon the mountains?
The legacy was indeed extraordinary, eternally reborn even if the mountains were destroyed. Throughout history, even Chaos Realm overlords had come to study it.
But for someone of Dongbo Xueying’s power, forcibly observing the inheritance would have been trivial.
Why take the title of Supreme Elder?
Only time would tell.
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