54: Chapter 54 The Eastern Wilderness is in Turmoil, the Holy Son is Coming!

Southern Region of the Eastern Wasteland, Myriad Demon Mountain.

Demonic Qi soared to the heavens here, and black clouds never dispersed. Deep within the mountain range, inside an eerie Immortal Cave strewn with white bones...

A Great Saint of the Yao Race in seclusion suddenly opened his eyes, two terrifying blood-red lights bursting from his pupils.

He didn't look toward the sky, but stared intently at the life-bound demon sword that had accompanied him for three thousand years.

Buzz—!

That demon sword, which had slaughtered countless living beings and possessed a renowned malevolent aura, was now trembling violently, its blade letting out a mournful wail.

The tip of the sword drooped uncontrollably, pointing far toward the northeast.

That wasn't submission; it was the most primitive fear originating from the weapon's instinct.

A shuddering felt when facing a natural predator.

"Ten thousand swords... are worshipping a king."

The Great Saint of the Yao Race's voice was dry, and his eyes sank completely, surging with stormy waves of emotion.

"The northeast is the territory of the Human Race."

"A peerless Sword God... has been born."

...

Meanwhile, in the Northern Border of the Eastern Wasteland, there was a Sky City suspended above a vast sea of clouds.

Within the city were pavilions and towers, cranes flying, and Spiritual Qi turning into mist.

A white-haired old man with an immortal air was playing chess, his posture leisurely as if he were a person from beyond the mortal world.

Suddenly, his hand holding a chess piece froze in mid-air.

He looked up, his gaze seemingly piercing through layers of the Void Realm, crossing hundreds of millions of miles of mountains and rivers.

He "saw" it.

That supreme sword light that tore through the sky.

That phantom of a Demon God that was split in two under the sword light and faded away dismally.

Clack.

The white piece slipped from his fingers and hit the jade chessboard, the crisp sound breaking the tranquility of the Sky City.

The entire complex chess game was instantly disrupted.

"The heavenly secrets... have been severed by a single sword strike."

The old man muttered to himself, his eyes full of incomprehensible shock.

"Why would such a forbidden existence descend upon this exiled land of the Eastern Wasteland, where Spiritual Qi is so sparse?"

"Who is he?"

...

In the Central State of the Eastern Wasteland, divine mountains stood tall, and Purple Qi Coming from the East for Thirty Thousand Miles.

The most magnificent Holy Land among them, brilliant with golden light and ten thousand rays of divine radiance, was the undisputed overlord of the Eastern Wasteland—the Yaoguang Holy Land.

Inside the discussion hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.

An Elder in charge of intelligence was holding a frantically flickering Jade Slip in both hands, his voice trembling with extreme excitement and fear.

He was reporting the high-priced intelligence just received to the figure shrouded in a divine halo on the main seat.

"Re... Reporting to the Holy Lord!"

"According to the 'Heaven-Grade Secret Order' from the Tianji Pavilion..."

"In the borderlands of the Eastern Wasteland, at the Taixuan Sect, a suspected hidden Old Ancestor has appeared."

"Using only a branch he snapped off at will, he triggered the phenomenon of Ten Thousand Swords Worshipping the Sect!"

"With one sword, he annihilated the Soul Transformation level Demon God Clone that had descended!"

"With one sword, he leveled the Taixuan Mountain Range and slashed open the sky's light curtain!"

"The hundreds of thousands of troops from the three major demonic Sects were like clay chickens and pottery dogs before him, utterly fragile."

"The three Nascent Soul Ancestors of the demonic Sects had their lifelong cultivation crippled by a single glance from him, and are now prisoners."

"This person's name is... Su, Chang, Ge!"

As the last word fell, the grand hall fell into absolute silence.

Those present were all Holy Land giants who could make the Eastern Wasteland tremble with a stomp of their feet, but at this moment, the expressions on their faces were surprisingly identical.

Absurd.

And, uncontrollable horror.

"A branch? Slaying a Soul Transformation Cultivator?"

A hot-tempered Grand Elder slammed the table and stood up, making the hall tremble as he shouted, "Ridiculous! A complete joke! Which intelligence broker dares to toy with our Yaoguang Holy Land with such nonsense!"

"Elder Wang is absolutely right," another Elder immediately agreed. "Soul Transformation power is at a different level of life! Forget a branch, even if we activated our Holy Land's Emperor Weapon, it would be impossible to be so nonchalant! This intelligence is fake! It's a rumor spread by the Taixuan Sect to gain fame!"

"But... but..." the reporting Elder explained, trembling and covered in cold sweat.

"This intelligence was guaranteed by the reputation of the Tianji Pavilion, with a price tag of... one million High-Grade Spirit Stones."

"Furthermore, just now, within our Holy Land's Sword Tomb, three thousand six hundred ancient swords hummed in unison toward the northeast. This matter... is absolutely true."

Once these words were spoken, the previously noisy hall became so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.

Tianji Pavilion.

One million High-Grade Spirit Stones.

Abnormal movement in the Sword Tomb.

These three things combined pointed to a truth that made everyone's skin crawl.

That man named Su Changge is real!

Upon the main seat, the Holy Lord of Yaoguang, enveloped in endless divine light, finally slowly opened his eyes.

In his eyes, suns, moons, and stars seemed to be born and destroyed, and his majestic voice echoed through the hall.

"This matter is of no small importance."

"Pass down my decree."

The Holy Lord of Yaoguang's voice carried no emotion, yet it held an indisputable decisiveness.

"Order Saint Ji Wushuang to set out immediately, taking the nine dragon sinking incense carriage and three thousand Feather Forest Guards to the Taixuan Sect."

"First, to congratulate the Taixuan Sect."

"Second, to use his 'Divine Eye of Breaking Illusions' to see for himself the... true depth of this Senior Su."

As soon as this order was given, the hearts of all the Elders in the hall shook violently.

Saint Ji Wushuang was born with divine eyes, claimed to be able to see through all illusions in the world.

The nine dragon sinking incense carriage was a half-step Dao Artifact, the face of the Holy Land.

Such an array was already the highest specification of courtesy, as well as the highest specification of testing!

The Elders all bowed together, understanding clearly.

"The Holy Lord is wise!"

If that Su Changge is real, they would forge a good relationship at any cost.

If he is fake...

Saint Ji Wushuang's Divine Eye of Breaking Illusions would be the strongest spear to pierce through all lies!

...

Meanwhile, outside the mountain gate of the Taixuan Sect, it had already turned into a boiling pot of porridge.

The legend of "Opening the Sky with One Sword" was like a storm sweeping the world, driving countless Loose Cultivators and small Sects completely mad.

In this world where the strong prey on the weak, a sufficiently thick thigh to cling to is the lifelong dream of all Cultivators.

And now, a "divine leg" comparable to a pillar holding up the sky had suddenly appeared!

For a moment, from all directions of the Eastern Wasteland, countless Cultivators swarmed in like crossing carp.

Their purpose was simple and pure.

To become disciples!

Even if they couldn't become disciples of Senior Su, being able to join the Taixuan Sect and become his disciples or grand-disciples would be a heavenly Opportunity and a blessing from one's ancestors!

In just a few days, the black mass of people outside the Taixuan Sect's gate was endless, with tens of thousands of Cultivators already gathered.

"I beg to see the Sect Head! I am Zhang San, a Golden Core Loose Cultivator, willing to die for the Sect!"

"The Li family is willing to merge the entire clan into the Taixuan Sect, only asking for an outer Sect deacon position!"

"Get out of the way! I'm at the Early Stage of Nascent Soul, I go first!"

The mountain gate array was almost burst by these overly enthusiastic Cultivators.

Sect Master, who was responsible for the screening, was both pained and happy these days; his old face crinkled with a smile like a blooming chrysanthemum, yet he was so worried he was about to pluck out all his beard.

And the perpetrator of all this, Su Changge, knew nothing about it.

He only gave Sect Master a strict order.

"Changge Peak does not take disciples, and don't let anyone bother me."

After saying that, he shut himself at the peak, soaking in a spiritual spring and tasting immortal fruits, living the retirement life he had dreamed of.

However, when this order reached the outside world, it was interpreted with another layer of deep meaning by countless people.

"Did you hear that! Senior Su's decree: Changge Peak does not take disciples!"

"As expected of a Master's style! This is true transcendence, untainted by the mortal world!"

"Senior is testing our Dao Heart! Those whose hearts are not sincere don't even have the qualification to meet him!"

"I understand! I've decided to sit here in meditation for three years to show my sincerity! I will wait until Senior comes out of seclusion to seek the True Explanation of the Great Dao!"

Su Changge's "rejection" not only failed to dissuade everyone but instead aroused even more fanatical worship.

More and more experts began to camp at the foot of Taixuan Mountain and meditate quietly, forming a magnificent "pilgrimage" spectacle.