130: Chapter 130 A Triumphant Return, the Name of the Dao Ancestor Shakes the Azure Heaven!

The crisis was averted.

On the official road, there was a deathly silence, leaving only Su Changge, the Old Yellow Ox, and that small mountain of treasures reflecting ten thousand rays of sunset glow.

Su Changge's throat bobbed as he swallowed a mouthful of bloody saliva, and the string in his heart that had been pulled to the limit suddenly slackened.

A sense of emptiness and stinging pain originating from the very source of his Divine Soul submerged him instantly, like seawater after a receding tide.

His entire person, from the inside out, had been drained dry.

In that display of Words Become Law and looking down upon all living beings just now, every word he uttered and every shift in his gaze had been walking on the razor's edge between reality and falsehood.

This kind of mental exhaustion was more dangerous and terrifying than fighting a fierce battle against a true Quasi-Emperor for three days and nights.

His figure swayed as he slid nimbly off the ox's back, no longer possessing even a fraction of the ethereal grace and composure of a Senior Master.

In those eyes that had once been as indifferent as cold stars in the Nine Heavens, a burning fire now ignited. He rubbed his hands together with a hint of common street-dweller air.

In the next moment, he swept his wide green sleeves. This time, he didn't trigger any heavenly phenomena; he simply used a nearly crude efficiency to sweep the mountain of storage Magic Treasures, along with the vast Spiritual Qi emanating from them, all into his System space.

His movements were so fast they only left behind a blurred green shadow.

“Old Huang, we've triumphed! Let's return to court in glory!”

He patted the Old Yellow Ox's thick neck heavily with satisfaction, flipped himself over, and sat steadily on it again, even wiggling his buttocks to find a more comfortable position.

The Old Yellow Ox snorted two streams of white vapor from its nostrils and let out a low “moo.” Moving its four hooves, it maintained its eternal, unhurried, and leisurely pace, carrying him as it swayed toward the borders of the Eastern Wasteland.

It was as if the earth-shaking storm just now—one enough to be recorded in the annals of the Dao Domain, making a Quasi-Emperor cough blood and causing a multitude of demons to bow their heads—was to it nothing more than a trivial grain of dust kicked up by its hoof on the roadside.

Su Changge did not know.

The moment he set off for home, every detail of the battlefield ten miles outside Central State City, even his final act of patting the ox's neck almost as if venting,

Had been captured by various informants hidden in the cracks of the Void Realm and the depths of the earth veins. At the cost of burning their Lifespan and blood essence, they turned the images branded into their Divine Souls into streaks of bloody light that pierced the sky, shooting toward all directions of the Cangxuan Dao Domain.

In an instant, the top-tier powers of the entire Dao Domain were shaken!

“Stunning secret report! Outside Central State City, the Green-Robed Dao Ancestor manifested! With a single word, he forced back a Quasi-Emperor of the Primeval Imperial Clan; with a single thought, he suppressed thousands of demons!”

“I swear by my Dao Heart, I saw it with my own eyes! That Quasi-Emperor from the Primeval Roc Clan possessed world-shaking Imperial Might, yet his Divine Soul Origin was seen through by the Senior in one glance, causing his blood and Qi to flow backward as he coughed blood and retreated in defeat!”

“The Shadow Demon Sect, Blood Fiend Gate, Myriad Poison Cave... thirteen demonic Sects joined forces to lay down the ‘Nine Nether Ten Absolute Formation.’ The Senior uttered only two words: ‘Noisy’! When those words came out, heaven and earth lost their sound, and all Laws returned to silence! The Formation collapsed on the spot!”

“That ox! That ox is the most terrifying! The Senior's mount merely flicked its tail casually, and the Void Realm for a hundred miles shattered in response, turning into Chaos turbulence!”

Various versions, embellished countless times and becoming more miraculous as they spread, flooded into the highest council halls of the Immortal Holy Lands, ancient Imperial Dynasties, and long-standing Great Families at a speed akin to a plague.

The entire Cangxuan Dao Domain was completely ignited.

If the previous incident at the Tianji Pavilion had only allowed the name Su Changge to show its initial brilliance among the top circles of the Dao Domain, inviting scrutiny and wariness,

Then this time, he had truly attained godhood in a single battle!

“The One Who Settles the World with a Single Word.”

This title, in just one night, surpassed the names of all the long-established Prodigies and giants in the Cangxuan Dao Domain, shining through the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths like a brilliant sun.

Su Changge—these three words were no longer just a simple name.

It had become a symbol, the ultimate Dao synonym for “invincible,” “mysterious,” and “unfathomable.”

Countless young Cultivators struggling on the path of Cultivation felt their Dao Hearts receive an unprecedented shock and baptism after hearing of this. They took Su Changge as their lifelong faith and guiding star.

A wave of fanaticism swept through the entire cultivation world. They began to frantically imitate everything about Su Changge: a simple green robe, black hair without any bindings. Some even started studying the arc of his clothes as he walked and pondering the three parts indifference and seven parts casualness in his tone, regarding them as cultivation methods containing supreme Great Dao principles.

The entire cultivation world was swept by an unprecedented “Green Robe Craze.”

As for the surging winds and clouds outside, Su Changge himself knew nothing and cared even less.

He had only one thought now, simple and urgent.

Go home.

When the dilapidated mountain gate, so familiar it was etched into his bones, finally appeared at the end of his vision after several days of travel, Su Changge's eyes actually felt a bit hot.

No matter how grand it is elsewhere, it's not as good as one's own humble abode.

The world outside is too dangerous; Quasi-Emperors appear at every turn, and demons dance wildly. It's still better at home, with an absolute sense of security!

“Senior Brother! Senior Brother is back!”

The voices of the two Junior Brothers responsible for guarding the mountain gate went hoarse and cracked almost instantly. The expressions on their faces were a mixture of excitement, worship, and an unbelievable ecstasy.

In the next instant, the entire Qingyun Sect turned from deathly silence to complete boiling excitement.

Sect Master Li Qingyun led the entire Sect, from the white-haired Grand Elders to the Utility Disciples still in Body Refining, as they all rushed out from their respective Immortal Caves and thatched huts without exception. They formed the neatest Formation at the mountain gate with unprecedented speed.

Everyone's face was filled with a nearly fanatical worship and a pride that came from the bottom of their hearts.

“Welcome back to the Sect in glory, Senior Brother!”

The mountain-shaking, sea-tsunami-like voices converged into a visible sound wave, making the forests of the entire Qingyun Mountain rustle and startling countless birds into flight.

Looking at these simple and familiar faces, a long-lost warmth flowed through Su Changge's heart.

He got off the ox's back and gave everyone a gentle smile. This smile washed away all pretenses, appearing sincere and warm.

Then, he waved his hand seemingly at random.

Only a thunderous “boom” was heard as the pile of treasures “offered” by the evil Cultivators—only a trivial fraction of it—piled up into a true mountain of treasure on the Sect's not-so-spacious square!

Millions of High-Grade Spirit Stones stacked together emitted a light more dazzling than the sun in the sky. The vast Spiritual Qi turned into a visible thick mist, instantly filling the entire mountaintop.

The exotic fragrance of Medicinal Pills condensed into seven-colored auspicious clouds, and countless Cultivation Technique Jade Slips and standard Magic Treasures flickered with a luster that made everyone's heart skip a beat under the light of the Spiritual Qi.

This was merely a small part.

But for the Qingyun Sect, which had been impoverished for thousands of years, this wealth was an astronomical figure that the total income of the Sect for the past thousand years combined could not reach.

“Distribute these to everyone to use as resources for cultivation.”

Su Changge's tone remained casual, as if he hadn't thrown out a mountain of treasure but a pile of useless pebbles.

The entire Qingyun Sect, after a moment of deathly silence, was instantly submerged by a giant wave of ecstasy! Countless Disciples burst into tears on the spot, kneeling and kowtowing.

The overall strength of the Sect, due to this batch of resources brought back by Su Changge, gained the foundation to achieve a terrifying leap across several tiers almost overnight.

After settling everything, Su Changge made an announcement to the public.

“During this journey outside, I have gained some insights in the Mortal World and need to immediately enter seclusion to quietly contemplate the Great Dao. Before I emerge, no one and no matter is to disturb me.”

Before his voice had even faded, his figure had already vanished from the spot, returning to his remote little courtyard where he casually laid down layers upon layers of airtight Restriction Formations.

The seclusion was a pretense.

Hiding away to peacefully take stock of all the gains from this trip was the truth.

He sat cross-legged on the prayer mat in his room, his Divine Thought sinking into the System space. Looking at the mountain of treasures radiating rays of light, he couldn't stop smiling.

“I'm rich, I've really struck it rich this time! What a massive profit!”

However, the tree desires stillness, but the wind will not subside.

Su Changge did not know that the invincible reputation he had personally forged had brought him immense glory and wealth, but it had also drawn a massive crisis for him and the entire Eastern Wasteland—one capable of overturning the existing order.

At the same time he was in seclusion “counting money,”

In the distant Central State, within an eternal palace shrouded in endless Chaos Qi that no Quasi-Emperor's Divine Thought could peer into in the slightest,

A figure draped in a light-swallowing black robe and wearing a ferocious bronze beast-pattern mask was kneeling on one knee. His voice was flat, without a single ripple of emotion, as he reported to the highest point of the hall.

“Reporting to Your Excellency, the target has been confirmed. The ‘great dao mother coin’ deduced by the Tianji Pavilion is indeed on him.”

“In the battle outside Central State City, Shadow Guard Number Seven sacrificed his life for the Dao and sent back the final images. With one word, he forced back the Quasi-Emperor of the Primeval Roc Clan, and with one thought, he suppressed the Shadow Demon Sect Alliance. The power he displayed has exceeded the scope of the Laws of this world. It is suspected... that he is a surviving True Immortal from the previous era descended to this world.”

At the end of the hall, on a throne wrapped in eternal darkness and void, the seated figure let out a very low chuckle upon hearing this.

The chuckle was very light, yet it caused the time and space of the entire hall to develop eerie fractures and folds.

“True Immortal?”

“In this era, there are no longer any immortals.”

The figure in the darkness slowly stood up. With his movement, the Heavenly Dao Laws of the entire Cangxuan Dao Domain let out an overburdened wail.

A pair of eyes opened. In those eyes, there was no light and no pupils—only a pure void capable of swallowing all things. The surging Chaos Qi in the surroundings receded and was annihilated the moment those eyes opened.

His gaze ignored millions of miles of mountains and rivers, pierced through the endless Void Realm and world barriers, and landed on the Eastern Wasteland, on that unremarkable Qingyun Sect, and on that small courtyard wrapped in layers of Restrictions.

“But the ‘great dao mother coin’ on him—this seat wants it.”

“Pass down my decree: initiate the ‘Heaven Devourer’ plan.”

The voice from the throne carried a hint of cat-and-mouse playfulness and an absolute indifference that viewed all life throughout the ages as chess pieces.

“Since he likes playing the role of a Senior Master so much, then this seat will accompany him in an even bigger play.”

“This seat wants to personally peel off that layer of ‘Senior Master’ skin and see what kind of interesting thing is hidden inside.”