110: Chapter 110 The border is in turmoil, and the powerful figures of Central Plains fall silent!

"Repeat! It was a single sneeze!"

This Divine Thought was less a message and more a despairing wail.

Carrying the sender's nearly collapsed Dao Heart, it exploded above the Wangxian City pass through hundreds of Transmission Jade Talismans.

Upon the city pass, the wind stopped.

All sound vanished.

The chosen children of the various Immortal Dao Heritages and Longevity Families of the Central Continent—those Saints and Imperial Princesses who usually held their heads high—now looked as if their spines had been removed. Their faces were deathly pale, and their bodies shook like sifting chaff.

Their brains could not process the sight they had just witnessed; their Divine Souls felt as if gripped by an invisible giant hand, nearly suffocating them on the spot.

The Mahayana Stage.

That was the synonym for standing at the very top of the Cangxuan Dao Domain's food chain, looking down upon all living beings, and having one's Words Become Law.

Living fossils who could destroy a Sect with a single glance and scatter ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers with a single breath!

Yet such an existence, before that figure, couldn't even make the other party lift an eyelid.

It was merely a sneeze from a mount.

Severely wounded!

That wasn't even the most terrifying part.

The most terrifying part was that Old Monster Cang Wu, whose Dao foundation was nearly shattered by a sneeze, didn't have a trace of resentment. Instead, as if he had received a heaven-sent fortune, he had an Epiphany on the spot!

Kowtowing in gratitude, as if seeing a god!

What did this signify?

It signified that at that being's level, 'severe injury' and 'enlightenment' might actually be the same word.

When a Mortal walks, do they notice the ants beneath their feet?

No.

Yet the pebble unintentionally kicked away became a piece of unpolished jade from a common stone because of that kick!

What kind of despairing gap was this?

What kind of cold terror?

"We... just now... were still thinking... of testing him?"

A Saint from a Holy Land spoke with trembling lips. Every word seemed squeezed from the gaps between his teeth, carrying a thick scent of blood from where he had bitten his tongue.

"Testing him with what? Our lives?"

Another descendant of a great family gave a miserable, hoarse laugh.

"I suspect that the entire foundation of our Sect combined wouldn't be enough for that Senior's mount to... sneeze one more time."

These words became the final straw that broke the camel's back.

The pride, schemes, and ambitions in everyone's hearts were crushed into the lowliest dust in an instant, leaving only the fear and awe born of primal biological instinct.

When they looked again at the purple Qi slowly approaching from the eastern horizon, their gazes had changed.

That was no Cultivator, no powerhouse.

That was a... calamity walking the earth, or rather, a god.

All plans had become a joke.

At this moment, only one thought remained in their minds.

Welcome him!

With the most humble posture!

With the most devout Soul!

Otherwise, they wouldn't be worthy of Old Monster Cang Wu's 'Epiphany'; they would only be worthy of being completely wiped from this world by that single 'sneeze,' along with their Sects.

...

Su Changge still hadn't recovered from the magical event just now.

The Old Yellow Ox walked unhurriedly, and finally, the outline of Wangxian City, spanning across heaven and earth, became clear before his eyes.

As he drew closer, he discovered that the city walls were packed with people, crowded densely.

Every aura was terrifyingly strong, far beyond what the Cultivators of the Eastern Desolation could compare to.

He took a rough sweep.

Golden Core Stage Cultivators seemed to be mere gate-guarding soldiers.

Nascent Soul big shots were also common here.

There were even several auras that were obscure and bottomless; the mere moment his Divine Sense swept past them, Su Changge felt a surge of palpitations.

His heart sank to rock bottom instantly.

"Good heavens, this lineup..."

"It's a trap!"

"Are they going to grind my bones to ash and turn both the ox and me into a full beef feast?"

He gripped the reins tightly, his palms covered in cold sweat, already communicating with the System, ready to activate 'Paid Teleportation' to flee at any moment.

However, in the next second.

The very moment he rode the Old Yellow Ox into the thousand-zhang range of Wangxian City.

Swish—!

Upon the city pass, those hundreds of terrifying Central Continent powerhouses seemed to have their heads pressed down by an invisible giant hand.

Everyone, in unison, bowed.

Ninety degrees.

Without the slightest discrepancy.

Hundreds of incomparably luxurious Dharma robes made of various materials rubbed together, creating a slight and orderly rustling sound, followed by dead silence.

An absolute dead silence where even the sound of breathing had vanished.

They bowed their heads in his direction.

No one dared to look up.

No one dared to release even a sliver of spiritual power.

That would be equivalent to profaning a god.

They restrained all their magic power and held their breath, using only their most basic Mortal Physical Bodies to express their submission and awe toward the unknown being.

Su Changge was completely dumbfounded.

He froze on the ox's back, his mind a total blank.

This... what was the situation?

The script was wrong!

Wasn't some arrogant and domineering young master supposed to come up, mock and ridicule him, and then he'd be forced to show off and slap their faces?

Why were these people more obedient than the most well-behaved Disciples in the Taixuan Sect?

For a moment, Su Changge, who had prepared a hundred ways to flee, was actually somewhat at a loss.

In this silence that was so eerie it made one's skin crawl, a figure walked out from the crowd, trembling.

That person wore a nine-clawed golden Dragon robe and a purple-gold crown; his status was clearly extremely noble.

He took every step with extreme difficulty. Cold sweat on his forehead gathered into streams, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto his magnificent robes.

By the time he reached the very front of the group, the Dragon robe symbolizing supreme power was completely soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his back.

His Adam's apple bobbed violently. He seemed to have used all the courage of his entire life to finally squeeze out a few broken syllables from his dry throat.

His voice was distorted by extreme fear, coming out in fits and starts.

"Ju... Junior, of the Central Continent's Great Xia Imperial Dynasty, Xia Yi..."

"Wel... Welcomes Senior's... ar... arrival in the Central Continent!"

"May... May I ask if there is anything... we... can... do for Senior on this trip?"