12: Newly established at the Foundation Building stage, one man guards the pass.

That glimmer of light shooting into the sky was Lin Tianhong's final reliance, and also his only hope at this moment.

He stared fixedly at Shen Yuanmo, the muscles on his face distorted by fear, forcing out a sinister smile.

As long as the Old Ancestor arrives, everything still has a chance to turn around!

A junior who had just achieved a Foundation Establishment Breakthrough, no matter how much of a Genius, with an unstable Foundation and floating magic power, how could they possibly be a match for an old-timer Cultivator who had been immersed in the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment for decades!

Shen Yuanmo saw that transmission talisman, but he didn't even lift an eyelid.

He did not pay attention to Lin Tianhong, and his eyes, containing divine crimson-gold light, swept indifferently toward the three Guest Elders in the Lin Family camp whose aura had also reached the ninth level of the Qi Refinement Stage.

These three had been the most diligent when breaking the formation, but now seeing Shen Yuanmo's Foundation Establishment, they had long since harbored thoughts of retreating and were quietly moving backward, wanting to blend into the crowd and escape this place of trouble.

"Want to leave?"

Shen Yuanmo extended his right hand, pointing his index finger at the Void Realm, and flicked it lightly.

There was no earth-shattering momentum, nor any flashy or dazzling lighting effects.

Only three strands of crimson-gold glazed Sword Qi, as thin as hair, burst forth from his fingertips, flashing and vanishing in the night sky.

The three Guest Elders who were about to retreat suddenly stiffened.

They looked down.

The High Grade Magical Artifact long saber in one person's hand snapped into two pieces, the cut as smooth as a mirror.

The tortoise shell shield in front of another person was pierced with a tiny hole, losing all its spiritual light.

The flying shuttle deployed by the last person disintegrated directly in mid-air, turning into a pile of scrap metal.

On the faces of the three, a look of extreme horror appeared simultaneously.

The next moment, they spat out a mouthful of blood in unison, their entire aura instantly withered. Within their Dantian Sea of Qi, the magic power vortex that they had painstakingly cultivated for decades was completely shredded by a tyrannical and unparalleled Red Sun force.

The Dantian, ruined!

From now on, they are Mortals!

"Thump!"

It was unknown who was the first to be unable to withstand this pressure; the Magical Artifact in their hand fell to the ground, and then their legs went soft, kneeling directly on the ground, their body shaking like a sieve.

"Thump, thump..."

One after another, the Lin Family Cultivators threw away the weapons in their hands, knelt on the ground, and lowered their proud heads before the figure that looked like a god or demon.

Dozens of Cultivators knelt in a dense mass; not a single person dared to move even a fraction, and they didn't even dare to entertain the thought of running away.

The entire battlefield was silent.

After doing all this, Shen Yuanmo slowly turned around and looked at his father and clansmen.

The crimson-gold divine light in his eyes faded, returning to his usual gentleness.

He nodded slightly to everyone.

"Yuan Mo!"

Shen Qiming could no longer suppress the excitement in his heart. He looked at the son he had watched grow up, the figure who had turned the tide at the most critical moment of the Family, and hot tears rolled down his tiger-like eyes.

He stepped forward and bowed deeply to Shen Yuanmo.

"My Shen Family is fortunate to have you!"

"Greetings to the Young Lord!"

Behind him, all the surviving Shen Family clansmen, whether they were Elders, stewards, or young disciples, all spontaneously knelt on the ground and performed the most respectful kowtow to Shen Yuanmo.

This was not a ritual based on status, but awe and gratitude from the bottom of their hearts.

It was Shen Yuanmo who gave them hope to live!

It was Shen Yuanmo who preserved the roots of the Shen Family!

Shen Yuanmo did not help them up; he accepted this bow calmly.

He knew that from today on, he was the true pillar of this Family. He needed this prestige to lead this Family, which was in ruins, toward a new beginning.

He waved his hand, and a gentle magic power lifted everyone up.

"Everyone get up."

His gaze finally fell on the only person from the Lin Family who was still standing, Lin Tianhong.

Lin Tianhong's face was ashen, and his body was trembling uncontrollably.

He looked at the three crippled Guest Elders, looked at the clansmen kneeling on the ground, and then looked at the high-spirited Shen Yuanmo.

He knew that he had lost, lost completely.

"Before your Old Ancestor arrives."

Shen Yuanmo spoke calmly, walking toward him step by step.

"I will first settle the score with you for destroying my Family gate and injuring my clansmen."

With every step taken, the fear in Lin Tianhong's heart deepened by a fraction.

That pressure belonging to a Foundation Establishment Cultivator pressed tightly upon him, making it difficult for him even to breathe.

Just at this moment!

An aged and cold pressure rose into the sky from the direction of the west side of the city, cutting through the night sky and rapidly approaching the direction of the Shen Family mansion!

This pressure was more solid and colder than the aura Shen Yuanmo had when he just achieved his Breakthrough!

"Junior, forgive others when you can!"

An aged voice seemed to come from the horizon, yet it exploded in everyone's ears.

Hearing this voice, extreme joy instantly flooded Lin Tianhong's despairing face.

"Old Ancestor! The Old Ancestor is here!"

He seemed to have grasped the last straw for survival, shouting shrilly toward the direction from which the voice came: "Old Ancestor, save me!"

The person who arrived was none other than the Lin Family's pillar of support, the Mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator, Lin Xiaotian!

He had been in seclusion attempting to reach the Late Foundation Establishment Stage, but he was disturbed by Lin Tianhong's highest-level distress talisman and had to come out of seclusion early.

Before he even arrived, his powerful Divine Sense had already swept across the entire battlefield.

When his Divine Sense made contact with Shen Yuanmo, even with his state of mind, he couldn't help but be stirred by turbulent waves.

What a young Foundation Establishment Cultivator!

What majestic and pure magic power!

This aura, extremely yang and rigid, actually made his cold Cultivation Technique feel a hint of discomfort.

This child must absolutely not be left alive!

A thought grew wildly in Lin Xiaotian's heart.

In Linjiang City, having one Lin Family is enough! Absolutely cannot tolerate the rise of a second Foundation Establishment Family, let alone a rival with such terrifying talent!

Today, no matter what, this threat must be strangled in the cradle!

In the city, those Cultivators who had been disturbed also felt this new Foundation Establishment pressure.

"It's the Lin Family's Lin Xiaotian! He actually came out of seclusion himself!"

"This aura... it's Mid-stage Foundation Establishment! It's more than a notch stronger than that Shen Family kid!"

"It's over, this Shen Family Genius is going to die just after his Breakthrough. A newly promoted Foundation Establishment against an old-timer Mid-stage, there's simply no chance of winning!"

The wind direction changed once again.

People who were just shocked by the birth of a Foundation Establishment in the Shen Family were now no longer optimistic about Shen Yuanmo.

Facing Lin Xiaotian's pressure, which carried intense killing intent, Shen Yuanmo stopped in his tracks.

Not only did he not have a shred of fear, but he also released the Red Sun glazed magic power that had just completed its transformation within his body, completely and without reservation!

Boom!

An extremely yang and rigid crimson-gold aura rose into the sky from within his body, turning into a huge beam of light that violently collided in mid-air with that cold black pressure from the west side of the city!

In the invisible Void Realm, it was as if two primordial behemoths were tearing at each other.

Crimson-gold and ink-black, scorching heat and icy cold.

Two completely different forces formed a distinct dividing line over Linjiang City.

All Qi Refinement Stage Cultivators, under the collision of these two pressures, felt their chests stifled and their blood surging.

"Hmph! Not knowing life from death!"

Lin Xiaotian, far away in the west of the city, let out a cold snort. He didn't expect a newly promoted junior to dare to be so tough.

He didn't talk any more nonsense; while he was still halfway there, he had already deployed his own Magical Artifact.

A streak of black light broke through the air, its speed exceeding the reaction limit of all Qi Refinement Cultivators.

It was a black bone ruler, the body of which was engraved with strange runes, emitting an unsettling, eerie ghostly aura; it was actually a Second Rank Medium Grade Spiritual Artifact!

Wherever the bone ruler passed, the air seemed to be frozen.

The target was aimed directly at Shen Yuanmo's head.