867: Chapter 868 A Letter from Heaven

Those young Disciples who had just ignited hope were all stunned as if carved from wood.

Qin Yuechuan abruptly lifted his head, a flash of astonishment in his eyes, immediately drowned by a complex emotion; he felt relieved, yet found it incomparably ironic.

The position of Young Lord that he regarded as a treasure was not even worth a second glance in their eyes.

Qin Yuechen did not say another word.

He turned around, took a step out, and walked towards the distance of the battlefield.

There, several figures emerged silently, standing with their hands behind their backs, appearing as if they had been standing there all along.

The person in the lead had a slender figure, carrying an ancient long halberd on his back, his gaze calmly looking at the approaching Wang Xiaopang.

Battle Asura, Xiao Ruobai.

Standing beside him was a white-robed swordsman clutching a long sword, his expression indifferent; it was indeed Sword White Robe, Fang Hanyu.

On the other side, a cold, elegant woman stood in the air; Azure Rakshasa, Ling Xi.

Further back, Mo Yu, Ji Qingyi, Dong Li, and Wang Zhan had all arrived.

The seven newly promoted Immortal Emperors of Zizhu Peak had all appeared.

When did they arrive?

No one knew.

Their figures stood quietly in place, with no external pressure released, yet that bottomless depth was natural.

Like a scorching sun hanging high in the Nine Heavens, clearly restraining all its sharpness, yet still dazzling and brilliant, making people not dare to look them in the eye.

Everyone only felt their minds firmly imprisoned by an invisible force, their breathing even becoming sluggish; clearly, the other party had not even made a move, yet they could already truly feel the disparity in strength, vast as heaven and earth.

They did not speak, only quietly glanced at this battlefield, glanced at the Qin Family members, and glanced at the direction of the Jiang Family.

Then, the eight figures did not stay long, turned and stepped out, simultaneously disappearing into the Void Realm, as if they had never appeared.

But their appearance was enough to set off a stormy sea in the hearts of everyone present.

Those Ascenders hiding in the dark watching the battle felt a chill down their spines at this moment.

It turned out that behind that Qin Yuechen, there were seven other unfathomable existences.

The waters of this Xuanhuang World were far deeper than they had imagined.

Jiang Ruofeng looked at the eight disappearing figures, was silent for a moment, gently let out a breath, and said nothing.

The Qin Family members were even more completely silent.

They finally realized that the abandoned son who had left home long ago no longer belonged to this world.

The world he was in was a height they could never reach in their entire lives.

Only the head of the Archaic Royal Family watched Wang Zhan in the crowd, blinked his eyes, and then blinked again.

Somewhat bewildered, yet somewhat pleasantly surprised.

Family Head Qin Yuan collapsed on the spot, watching that figure disappear into the horizon, his whole body trembling violently, finally falling to the ground, sobbing uncontrollably.

A long time later, an old hand picked up the black cane on the ground that symbolized the power of the Family Head.

The Qin Family Old Ancestor, Qin Shouzhuo, did not know when he had already stood behind Family Head Qin Yuan.

He looked down at Family Head Qin Yuan on the ground, his murky old eyes devoid of any pity.

"Family Head Qin Yuan."

His voice was hoarse and cold.

"You invited a wolf into the house, squandered most of the Qin Family's foundation, and caused countless clansmen to die tragically; from today on, you are no longer the Qin Family Head."

Family Head Qin Yuan lifted his head, his face full of tear stains, opened his mouth, but could not say a single word.

Qin Shouzhuo did not look at him again, his gaze turning to the pale-faced Qin Yuechuan in the crowd:

"Qin Yuechuan, for betraying the clan and recognizing a thief as a father, have your cultivation abolished, and be imprisoned for life in the ancestral dungeon, never to take half a step out."

Qin Yuechuan's whole body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

His face was pale, and he desperately opened his mouth wanting to cry out injustice and defend himself, but his throat tightened, and he could not spit out a single word.

Waiting until two clan Elders stepped forward to hold his body from left and right, he instantly came back to his senses, immediately struggling frantically, and roared out:

"Stop! I am the Qin Family Young Lord, of the Qin lineage! You mere Enforcement Elders, on what grounds do you abolish my cultivation?"

He was full of unwillingness, hysterical in his accusation, wanting to bring out his status to protect his own cultivation.

But the two clan Elders had cold expressions and were completely unmoved, slapping his lower abdomen Dantian with a palm fiercely.

"Bang!"

A muffled, explosive sound rang out.

Thick spiritual power surged violently into his body, the Dantian Qi Sea that he had painstakingly cultivated for decades collapsed with a boom, his Meridians snapped inch by inch, and his Origin dao foundation disintegrated inch by inch.

Heart-wrenching pain swept through his whole body, as if his Divine Soul had been crushed alive.

Qin Yuechuan's whole body twitched violently, the previous roar came to an abrupt end, and he could no longer muster any strength to resist.

His past pride, ambition, and hostility turned into bubbles along with his shattered cultivation.

He was unable to struggle, nor could he make a crying sound, the whole person like a puppet that had lost all strength, being dragged away by others.

Passing by Family Head Qin Yuan, the eyes of father and son met.

In that glance, it was filled with regret and despair, entangled with lingering resentment, and mixed with endless sorrow.

Several days later, Central Region, Wang Family.

Suddenly, a laugh that resounded through the Central Region came, followed by a voice:

"Hahahaha! My son Wang Zhan actually has the potential to be an Immor—"

Before the words were finished, it suddenly came to an abrupt end!

It was Wang Zhan; Wang Zhan stepped forward, quick-witted, and covered his father's mouth with one hand.

Making him swallow the second half of the sentence "potential to be an Immortal Emperor" alive!

The Wang Family Head finally broke free from his hand, took a deep breath, lowered his voice, but still could not hide that smugness:

"My son actually has the potential to be an Immortal Emperor! Hahahaha—uh, no, that, ahem, keep it low, keep it low."

He tried hard to straighten his face, but the curve of his mouth could not be pressed down no matter what, looking just like an old fox who had stolen a chicken.

Wang Zhan looked at his father's appearance and sighed helplessly.

...

On Zizhu Peak.

Gu Changge lay on the long chair in the bamboo courtyard, one hand pillowing his head, the other holding a fairy fruit, nibbling on it intermittently.

He was bored, his fingertips tapping lightly, habitually triggering the daily check-in, spending his days idly.

The Disciples were all in seclusion to consolidate their cultivation and polish their dao foundation, while Old Huang, Little Black, and the others were going all out to reach the Heavenly Emperor realm within Gu Changge's Small World.

The Peak was quiet, with only the breeze and flowing clouds for company.

Gu Changge's Divine Sense stretched out leisurely, sweeping randomly across the vast Xuanhuang World below.

Since Wang Xiaopang dominated the heavens in the Central Region, suppressed and killed the Ascender Emperors, and intimidated the experts from all directions, all the Ascenders who came from outside the sky had completely figured out the depth of the Xuanhuang World.

This seemingly newly risen Immortal Realm was not a savage, fertile land that they could plunder or act recklessly in.

With hidden dragons and dormant Peaks, any one of them appearing could crush countless Ascender powerhouses who called themselves Prodigies.

From then on, the Ascenders who had been running rampant and constantly fighting in the Xuanhuang territory all restrained their ferocity, behaved themselves, and never dared to provoke trouble again.

At the same time, everyone finally knew that the brilliant passage spanning the ages above the firmament was the Immortal Path leading to a higher level.

For a time, countless newly promoted Ascender powerhouses rushed to the Immortal Path one after another, trying to pass the barrier and ask the Dao, seeking a higher Immortal position.

The Xuanhuang land gradually faded away from the smoke of war.

There were still Cultivators from the heavens ascending and coming, taking root, and multiplying, but there was no more chaotic slaughter, and the whole world became increasingly stable and peaceful.

Gu Changge withdrew his Divine Sense, just preparing to continue lying flat, when suddenly a subtle ripple appeared in the Void Realm at his fingertips.

A piece of information entered his Sea of Consciousness silently; it was the unique communication mark of Heavenly King Chi Xiao, carrying a faint warmth.

Gu Changge's lazy expression slightly tightened, he sat up, his gaze slightly focused, and read the information.

A moment later, a curve appeared on his lips.

The information was not long, but every word was content he had waited for a long time:

"Master, this subordinate has already found three suitable locations in the Immortal Realm.

The Celestial Vein grade, degree of concealment, and the distribution of surrounding forces have all been investigated; the details are already attached to the message, please decide, Master."

Gu Changge's gaze looked towards the depths of the firmament, as if piercing through the endless Void Realm, seeing that higher and further world.

"Three..." he muttered to himself, his fingertips tapping on his knees lightly, "Good efficiency."

Gu Changge's gaze lowered slightly, and in his Sea of Consciousness, the detailed information transmitted by Heavenly King Chi Xiao slowly unfolded.