109: The Devouring Heaven Demon Art! Rumors are flying everywhere!

"What did you say?!"

A Great Saint of the Wang Family, acting like a mad tiger, flashed forward and grabbed the deacon by his collar, lifting him bodily into the air.

His eyes were blood-red, and his voice roared like thunder.

"Say it again! What is being spread outside?!"

The deacon's mind was crushed by the Great Saint's predatory Aura; he felt a warm current flow uncontrollably from between his legs, and a foul stench instantly filled the air.

Terrified out of his wits, he screamed incoherently with a sob in his voice.

"Old Ancestor, have mercy! It's not my nonsense, it's outside... everyone outside has gone mad!"

"Tiandu City, Central Province, Eastern Desolation... it's being talked about everywhere!"

"Even the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion, which never lies, updated its headline Golden Rankings overnight with the title—'The Overlord's Fall, the Demonic Art Emerges'!"

"Now the entire Xuanyuan Continent knows that our Wang Family fought a bloody battle in the wasteland and seized the Legacy of the 'Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art'! They also know we paid a heavy price for it, and even the Second Ancestor..."

Before he could finish, the Great Saint slammed him onto the ground like a piece of trash.

The Great Saint's body swayed violently.

His internal Aura, already unstable from the severe mental blow, became completely chaotic.

His Dao Heart, tempered for tens of thousands of years and thought to be indestructible, let out a cry of being overwhelmed.

"Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art... a heavy price..."

He muttered to himself in a daze, the expression on his old face more bitter than if he had swallowed ten pounds of bile.

The information was true.

The price was also true.

Only the most important thing was fake!

This was simply the most vicious and absurd joke in this world!

"Pfft—"

The Great Saint, whose Dao Heart was already on the verge of collapse, could no longer withstand this final blow. He spat out another mouthful of heart's blood and collapsed backward.

On the other side, inside Wang Teng's sleeping quarters.

The Young Lord of the Wang Family, who once had the 'potential of a Great Emperor,' lay on his bed with hollow eyes.

He had just woken up.

But what greeted him was not the comfort of his kin or the nourishment of Spirit Pills.

Instead, it was a piece of news devastating enough to completely crush his Divine Soul.

The immortal gold was empty.

When the maid tremblingly uttered those words, Wang Teng froze.

His mind went blank instantly.

All surrounding sounds receded like a tide, and the world lost all color, leaving only a deathly gray.

His life collapsed at this moment.

The sole belief that had sustained him as he crawled out of the despair of the wasteland—the future where he trampled Su Chen, married Ling Qingzhu, and eventually attained the Dao to rule the world as an Emperor—was gone.

Everything was gone.

He could even clearly recall how high-spirited he had been outside the Yaochi Holy Land not long ago, and how he had looked down on Su Chen.

That image overlapped with the scene of him kneeling and begging for mercy in the wasteland, a pathetic sight.

Forming the sharpest, bloodiest irony.

Wang Teng, once a Son of Destiny about to change his fate against the heavens, had turned back into the clown who had been scared witless in the wasteland.

No.

Now, he was worse than a clown.

He was a sinner of the ages who had cost his Family countless sacrifices, only to end up as a massive joke!

This realization was a red-hot, scalding knife.

It stabbed deep into Wang Teng's heart, cruelly shredding his pride, his self-esteem, and every last hope he had.

"Ah... ho-ho..."

A dry, desperate rasp, like an old bellows being forced open, squeezed out from the depths of his throat.

Then his eyes rolled back, and he fell completely into endless darkness.

The chaos in the Wang Family was still intensifying.

The outside world was in an uproar over the news of the 'Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art' appearing.

Countless gazes from across the Xuanyuan Continent—greedy, wary, jealous, and gloating—all turned toward the Wang Family of the Northern Region.

Some factions friendly with the Wang Family sent envoys under the guise of offering 'condolences' to probe the situation.

Meanwhile, those behemoths with old grudges against the Wang Family, or those equally ambitious, began to sharpen their fangs in the shadows.

The Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art was too taboo.

Even a three-year-old understands the principle that 'possessing a treasure is a crime in itself.'

Moreover, the current Wang Family was a 'weakened' giant that had suffered a severe blow to its vitality and lost several top combatants.

This was a piece of choice meat dripping with oil.

A piece of choice meat enough to drive any jackal wild!

A massive storm centered around the Wang Family and the non-existent 'Heaven Swallowing Demonic Art' was brewing at a terrifying speed.

The skies of the Northern Region were about to change... However, Su Chen, the culprit behind it all, knew nothing of this.

He didn't care either.

At this moment, he was experiencing the biggest life crisis since his Transmigration.

When he stepped out of the void and his feet touched solid ground, smelling the familiar air mixed with the fragrance of earth and Spiritual Qi, he was completely stunned.

He looked at the towering divine mountain floating above the sea of clouds, radiating an immortal divine light.

He looked at the ancient stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, engraved with the character 'Su' in a flamboyant, sweeping style.

He saw the Su Family Disciples and Elders flying in from all directions, pointing at him with expressions of shock as if they had seen a ghost in broad daylight.

Some even rubbed their eyes hard or pinched their companion's arm in disbelief, making the other person grimace and glare back in pain.

Su Chen's mind buzzed.

Everything went blank.

The relaxed smile on his face froze instantly, the curve of his mouth becoming comically stiff.

[Wait... isn't this my home?!]

[Everlasting Su Family, the Core Ancestral Land?!]

[Wasn't I going to find a scenic spot in the wilderness to eat roast pig? How did I end up at my doorstep in the blink of an eye?!]

Stiffly, like a rusty mechanical puppet, he turned his head inch by inch.

With a look as if he had seen the King of Hell, he stared fixedly at the peerless Demoness beside him, who was intimately holding his arm with an innocent smile.

"You..."

Ye Linghan blinked her exotic phoenix eyes at him, her voice so charming it could melt bones.

"Husband, we're home. Why aren't you happy?"

Happy?

Happy my foot!

Su Chen felt like he was about to cry.

This isn't just going home!

This is a massive social death scene right in front of everyone!

He could even clearly feel terrifying Divine Thoughts suddenly sweeping over from the forbidden divine mountains in the Family's depths, making his scalp tingle and his hair stand on end!

That wasn't just one!

It was over a dozen!

Some were curious, some were scrutinizing, some were stern!

A few were so ancient they seemed to have been forcibly awakened from an eternal slumber, carrying a heavy sense of irritation!

These Divine Thoughts were like invisible heavenly swords, all locking onto him—or more accurately, onto Ye Linghan's fair hand holding his arm!

That pressure almost made Su Chen kneel on the spot!

It's over!

The Su Family ancestors sleeping in their coffins have all been disturbed!