133: The aftermath of the war shocked the family.

The sky returned to its clear blue.

Sunlight once again bathed the land, shining upon the ravaged ruins of Linjiang City, yet unable to dispel the lingering, heart-palpitating aura of death in the air.

Shen Yuanmo floated quietly in mid-air, his Divine Sense sweeping across the entire city like a tide.

Although the world-destroying palm strike of the Nascent Soul True Lord was blocked by his Five Elements Grand Array, the terrifying shockwaves still leveled nearly thirty percent of Linjiang City’s buildings.

Countless Mortals were buried under collapsing houses in their sleep, their wails and cries rising one after another.

Those Loose Cultivators with low cultivation suffered even heavier casualties.

Shen Yuanmo’s brows furrowed slightly.

This was the aftermath of high-level Cultivator battles; Mortals, in their eyes, were no different from ants, their lives and deaths entirely dependent on luck.

"It seems Linjiang City needs to be rebuilt," he thought to himself.

However, these were matters for later.

His figure flickered, landing where the Black-Robed Man's Physical Body had exploded. With a casual wave, an ancient-looking Storage Ring flew into his palm.

The entire fortune of a Nascent Soul True Lord.

Shen Yuanmo’s Divine Sense probed into it, and even with his current insight, his eyes couldn't help but light up.

Spirit Stones, Magic Treasures, Medicinal Pills, and various sinister Demonic Path Materials were piled up like mountains.

Its value, though not comparable to the Five Elements True Lord’s treasury, was enough to drive even a sixth-rank aristocratic Family mad.

In particular, he also found a token within it, completely black, with a grotesque ghost face carved upon it.

"Netherworld Token."

Shen Yuanmo took out the token; it was cold to the touch, and a chilling aura rushed straight into his Divine Soul.

He could feel that this token seemed different from the one he had previously seized from the Wei Family.

This token contained a trace of the Netherworld Path Law that was purer and more of its Origin.

"It seems this should be a higher-level credential of the Netherworld Path."

Shen Yuanmo understood in his heart and casually threw it along with the Heaven Rank Killer token into his own Storage Ring.

He had a premonition that these two tokens might be of great use in the future.

After doing all this, he turned and flew towards the Shen Family manor... Inside the Shen Family ancestral hall.

Shen Zongdao, Shen Qiming, and Shen Qifa were waiting anxiously at the entrance.

Although the world-destroying fluctuations just now were blocked by the Restriction of the ancestral hall, they still made their hearts pound.

They didn't know what had happened outside.

They only knew that Shen Yuanmo, alone, had gone to face a Nascent Soul True Lord, who was like a god or a demon!

"Old Ancestor, Yuan Mo... he... he won't be in trouble, will he?" Shen Qiming’s voice trembled, his face filled with worry.

"No! Absolutely not!" Although Shen Zongdao said this, his tightly clenched hands, with knuckles turning white, betrayed his inner unease.

Just as they were anxious beyond measure, feeling every moment like a year.

The ancestral hall's Restriction was gently pushed open from the outside.

A familiar figure appeared at the entrance.

"Father, Old Ancestor, Shen Qifa."

"I'm back."

Shen Yuanmo looked at the three faces before him, filled with worry and concern, and showed them a reassuring smile.

"Yuan Mo!"

Seeing Shen Yuanmo return safe and sound, the three simultaneously breathed a sigh of relief and hurried forward to greet him.

"Yuan Mo, are you alright?!" Shen Qiming scrutinized his son, afraid he might have lost even a single hair.

"Just now... what exactly happened? Where is that... that terrifying existence?" Shen Zongdao asked eagerly.

He could feel that the despair-inducing Nascent Soul pressure that had enveloped Linjiang City had completely vanished.

Could it be... an absurd but incredibly anticipated thought surged wildly in his mind.

"Oh, him."

Shen Yuanmo’s reply was understated, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"I killed him."

"What?!"

Boom—!

These four words were like four bolts of Nine Heavens divine lightning, striking fiercely upon the crowns of Shen Zongdao and the other two!

The three of them once again froze in place, like three stone statues.

Their eyes were wider than brass bells!

Their mouths were agape, wide enough to fit an egg!

Their minds were blank!

Killed?

Killed by... by Yuan Mo?

That was... that was a living, breathing Nascent Soul True Lord, capable of shattering the city protection array with a single palm!

Just like that... killed?!

They weren't dreaming, were they?!

"Yu-Yuan Mo... you... don't joke around..." Shen Qiming’s voice stammered; he felt his heart was about to leap out of his throat.

"I'm not joking." Shen Yuanmo looked at their dumbfounded expressions and smiled helplessly.

He knew that this matter had too great an impact on them.

He stretched out his hand and handed the Storage Ring, which he had just obtained from the Black-Robed Man and belonged to the Nascent Soul True Lord, to Shen Zongdao.

"Old Ancestor, look, this is his Storage Ring."

Shen Zongdao took the ring with trembling hands.

The moment his Divine Sense probed into it.

His aged face instantly flushed crimson!

He could feel the vast treasures within the ring, like a sea of smoke, and that aura, unique to a Nascent Soul True Lord, which had not completely dissipated!

It was true!

Everything was real!

Yuan Mo, he truly, in the Golden Core realm, defied the odds and killed a Nascent Soul True Lord!

"Thump!"

Shen Zongdao could no longer support himself, his legs gave way, and he actually fell onto the ground!

He wasn't scared.

He was overwhelmed by this unparalleled, immense joy and shock, causing his mind to lose control!

"Old Ancestor!" Shen Qiming and Shen Qifa exclaimed in shock and hurried forward to help him up.

"I... I'm fine..."

Shen Zongdao waved his hand. He looked up, gazing at his junior with an almost divine, infinitely fervent and worshipful gaze.

His lips trembled, wanting to say something, but he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly felt how ridiculous his previous pride and self-satisfaction were, which arose from Shen Yuanmo's Core Formation.

Core Formation?

In the face of such a terrifying achievement as slaying a Nascent Soul, an unprecedented and unrepeatable feat that would shake the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty, what did mere Core Formation count for?!

"Prodigy... no... this is no longer a Prodigy..."

"This is... a Reincarnation of a Heavenly God!"

Only this thought remained in Shen Zongdao's mind.

He knew that from today onwards.

The heavens of their Shen Family were about to change.

Even in the future, the heavens of the entire Great Qian Immortal Dynasty would be completely transformed because of this young man before him!