Chapter 1321: Opposition

Wang Changsheng, a peerless powerhouse, now found himself wary and hesitant to act rashly.

Because the diagram in the hands of the Great Elder was too terrifying—within it, majestic mountains and rivers stretched endlessly, great stars rotated, all so lifelike it seemed real. This was a supreme treasure.

It had shone brilliantly in the final battle of the Immortal Ancient Era, slaughtering foreign powerhouses until ghosts wailed and gods howled. It had forged a reputation so illustrious that its name shook the past and dazzled the present!

*Clang!*

A soft hum, like the roar of dragons and tigers, echoed as a segment of a halberd emerged from Wang Changsheng’s glabella, radiating dazzling immortal light. Its sound was icy, enough to make souls tremble.

No one had pierced his forehead—no one could. This was the manifestation of his own weapon!

Only three inches of the halberd were exposed, yet its edge was razor-sharp, its immortal light blinding, its killing intent overwhelming. This was a terrifying weapon that left a deep impression.

For it carried immortal energy, wreathed in immortal radiance—a true immortal weapon. Yet, it also bore a murderous intent, defying the tranquility of the immortal path. It spread outward, transforming into a weapon capable of slaying gods.

Shi Hao’s heart trembled. That aura was too chilling. Even the faintest glow it emitted tore through the void.

Especially when Wang Changsheng raised his head—the beam shot from the halberd pierced the heavens, blasting through stars beyond the firmament. Several celestial bodies exploded like fireworks!

“This is…” The golden little ant’s expression turned grim.

Wang Changsheng had wielded his clan’s supreme treasure, an heirloom passed down through generations. His earlier display was a warning—this weapon could effortlessly sever stars beyond the world. How terrifying was that?

This was a show of might, meant to counter the influence of the Great Elder’s *Ten Realms Diagram*.

“Do you wish to duel with me? I don’t mind!” The Great Elder smiled faintly.

At this moment, he remained composed and unruffled. As he spoke, the *Ten Realms Diagram* in his hand rustled and trembled, causing the surrounding void to collapse instantly.

Simultaneously, the ancient stone hall nearby began to glow, resonating with the sounds of ancient sacrificial chants—clear and grand—blocking that terrifying pressure.

“Meng Tianzheng, how dare you!” Not only the Nine Dragons were furious, but even Wang Changsheng glared, his heart filled with apprehension.

Because this ancient hall was the very place where their clan’s immortal ancestors once secluded themselves—their ancestral shrine. It symbolized their spirit and glory. As long as it stood, their clan would remain transcendent, confident in their heritage.

Yet, this ancestral shrine was truly extraordinary. It shone on its own, resisting the fluctuations and remaining intact despite the unfurling of the *Ten Realms Diagram*.

Truly worthy of the meditation site of this lineage’s progenitor, bathed in immortal radiance and having witnessed eternity—defying the heavens themselves.

“Why wouldn’t I dare? You bully my disciple, yet forbid me from settling the score?” The Great Elder’s tone was unyielding.

Wang Changsheng’s gaze turned icy, shedding his earlier genial smile. Now, his battle intent surged, ready to strike at any moment. This was the true atmosphere of confrontation.

Earlier, the two had smiled like old friends, but now their true relationship was laid bare.

*Boom!*

Beams of light erupted as the entire Wang Clan’s ancient land lit up. Exactly ten thousand towering peaks stood firm, shaking in unison to form the most intricate grand formation, blotting out the sky.

This was an immortal formation—though incomplete, it was still enough to shake the world!

The ancestral shrine was wrapped in countless runes, protected first and foremost.

“You force my hand. Even if it costs my descendants, today I must suppress you!” Wang Changsheng’s voice was frigid.

His demeanor had completely changed. Though his features remained youthful and his gaze clear, an indescribably dreadful aura now surrounded him, as if a demonic sovereign had awakened.

Earlier, he had been radiant, exuding an immortal’s grace. Now, though still wreathed in immortal mist, he was sharp as a blade, inspiring awe and dread.

Like an immortal-slaying sword unsheathed, his killing intent erupted, threatening to plunge the heavens into chaos!

“Is that so? Then you’re willing to sacrifice some of your descendants. Very well, I’ll stretch these old bones and prepare for a massacre!”

The Great Elder’s voice turned cold. At the same time, a chilling killing intent spread in all directions from him, blanketing the land.

Within a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, all living beings shuddered, their souls trembling. Countless beasts and birds prostrated themselves, kowtowing in this direction.

And this was with the Wang Clan’s formation blocking most of the pressure. Otherwise, the Great Elder’s full eruption would be unimaginable.

Plucking stars and seizing the moon with a mere gesture—this was no myth. The Great Elder truly possessed such terrifying, supreme power.

At this moment, Wang Da, Wang Er, and the others wore grim expressions. They realized they were no match for the Great Elder—their earlier arrogance had been reckless.

Even the supremely confident Wang Ba frowned, his heart chilled. Though he had longed to challenge the Great Elder, witnessing this display made him acknowledge his inferiority.

Only Wang Jiu, his gray hair loose, appearing no older than thirty—far younger than his brothers—remained calm. His eyes held scenes of falling stars and dying suns, a terrifying sight.

A fearsome being, he finally spoke: “Father, lend me the halberd. I shall face him!”

His voice was soft, yet carried an undeniable majesty. It was clear—this man was destined to become a hegemon, unrivaled across the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.

“No. Today, we cannot afford mistakes. All nine of you will join me. With our formation and ancestral weapon, he cannot escape!” Wang Changsheng refused.

For he knew—the Great Elder was too dangerous. The slightest misstep could spell disaster.

Wang Changsheng was a genius beyond compare. Rumors claimed he was an immortal embryo sealed from the previous era. Yet even with his supreme status and unmatched combat prowess, he could not suppress the Great Elder.

In their two past encounters, both had ended in stalemates.

“Good. Let us join forces and kill him! This old fool dares to invade our home—let him learn that the Wang Clan’s dignity is inviolable!” Wang Da declared.

For he truly felt fear. This elder remained as oppressive as ever, an invincible existence when unleashed.

“Indeed. This is a rare opportunity. Since he has come, let us eliminate him today and end this threat for good!” Wang Er added, his golden daoist robes fluttering as chaotic energy enveloped him, pushing his combat power to its peak.

*Boom!*

Runes lit up across the ground, weaving through the void, shrouding heaven and earth.

This was the Wang Clan’s ancestral immortal formation awakening, preparing for full-scale assault. Countless golden lines, sharp as blades, converged toward the Great Elder.

Shi Hao and the golden little ant felt their hearts sink, suffocated by the pressure.

Were it not for the Great Elder’s protective light, those at the Void Path Realm would have exploded instantly, unable to withstand such heavenly might!

Indeed, an immortal formation’s awakening was divine retribution to those below—utterly unstoppable!

“Meng Tianzheng, you are too arrogant, forcing my hand!” Wang Changsheng said coldly.

From his glabella, the tiny halberd slowly withdrew, inch by inch, preparing to manifest as an invincible immortal weapon to counter the *Ten Realms Diagram*.

It was strange. The Wang Clan possessed the *Pacifying Chaos Art*, the strongest sword dao in history, yet their ancestral weapon was a halberd. There must be secrets buried within.

“It is you who are overconfident.” The Great Elder replied.

A tattered, bloodstained cloth appeared around him, fluttering in the wind. Instantly, a terrifying aura erupted—its killing power peerless!

What was this?

Not just Shi Hao, but even Wang Da and Wang Er were shocked. That bloodied cloth resembled burial shrouds—how could it hold such dreadful power?

Because at this moment, the Wang Clan’s formation was blocked. All attacking light was dissolved by the cloth, unable to approach.

“What? The Xu Clan’s battle banner is with you?!” Wang Changsheng’s expression changed dramatically.

“The ancient war banner? The Immortal King’s Burial Shroud!” Wang Da exclaimed, his face paling.

“How could the Xu Clan lend this to you? This is their lifeblood! Do they not fear being attacked in their weakened state?” Wang Changsheng sighed. This was grave—far beyond his expectations.

The so-called Xu Clan was none other than the Eternal Xu Dynasty.

Princess Yao Yue hailed from this family, and its ruler, her father, was Xu Mingxuan.

Hearing the name of that tattered cloth, Shi Hao felt his head spin. An overwhelming, ancient killing intent seemed to surge across time, accompanied by deafening war cries.

He knew—this cloth held a history steeped in blood and tragedy.