129: Chapter 129 Three Thousand Extreme Paths, Four Seats Dominating the Rankings!

The entire Three Thousand Dao Domains exploded with excitement.

Outside the Chu Family Imperial Garden, countless Chu Family Disciples looked up at the sky, their mouths wide open.

Because in that golden pillar of light, the top four of the three thousand extreme dao list were clearly written with four names that left everyone dumbfounded.

[three thousand extreme dao list · Overall Ranking]

[First: Lin Yi. Age eighteen! Overall Rank: Number one of the same generation in the Three Thousand Realms! Talent Rating: Prodigy!!]

[Second: Su Yuxi. Age nineteen! Overall Rank: Number two of the same generation in the Three Thousand Realms! Talent Rating: Prodigy!]

[Third: Shen Qingyue. Age unknown! Overall Rank: Number three of the same generation in the Three Thousand Realms! Talent Rating: Prodigy!]

[Fourth: Chu Wanqing. Age eighteen! Overall Rank: Number four of the same generation in the Three Thousand Realms! Talent Rating: Prodigy!]

Four names.

All from one camp.

All by one person's side.

The news spread extremely quickly.

The reactions of various forces in the Three Thousand Dao Domains were surprisingly consistent.

First, silence.

Then, cursing.

"The top four of the three thousand extreme dao list were all taken by him alone?!"

"How are we supposed to play anymore?"

"It's one thing for Lin Yi to be first, but those three women by his side actually all made the top four too?"

"What kind of nest of Prodigies is this?"

"We have spent ten thousand years to Cultivate, yet we might as well just go and stand by his side."

Within an Ancient Orthodoxy somewhere in the Central Continent.

A white-haired Old Ancestor who had just emerged from seclusion took one look at the list and immediately closed his eyes again.

"I'm not looking."

"Looking at it will break my mental state."

Chu Family Imperial Garden.

Chu Wanqing looked at her name in the sky, completely stunned.

"Fourth?"

"I'm fourth?!"

She turned her head to look at Lin Yi, her eyes shining so brightly they seemed to glow.

"Brother Lin Yi, I'm on the list!"

Lin Yi gave a hum of affirmation.

"Not bad."

"Keep working hard."

Chu Wanqing was happy for three seconds, then suddenly realized something.

"Wait, I'm ranked behind Sister Qingyue?"

Shen Qingyue gave her a faint glance.

"Do you have an objection?"

Chu Wanqing immediately shook her head.

"No, no, no!"

"Sister Qingyue being third is only natural!"

Su Yuxi looked at her own name on the list, her expression very calm.

But Lin Yi noticed that her fingers tightened slightly.

Lin Yi didn't say anything.

He only whispered a sentence in her ear.

"See, the boss is still the boss."

The tips of Su Yuxi's ears turned slightly red, and she didn't respond.

But the curve of her lips could not be suppressed no matter how hard she tried.

Outside the Chu Family Ancestral Land.

Chu Chengdao looked at the list, smiling so widely he couldn't close his mouth.

His daughter was fourth on the three thousand extreme dao list.

His future son-in-law was first on the three thousand extreme dao list.

This life was worth it.

Zhou Qing was also laughing.

"The Heavenly Profound Holy Land produced the top of the list and the second place, while the third and fourth are still our allies."

"This Holy Lord feels like I can retire early."

Luo Qing cold stood at the highest point, overlooking the entire Chu Family Ancestral Land.

The wind lifted her robes.

She didn't smile.

But the look in her eyes was more satisfied than any smile.

It was the expression a Revered Master has when watching their Disciple stand at the absolute peak.

Inside the Imperial Garden.

Chu Wanqing was still excited about making the list.

Su Yuxi had already regained her composure and sat down cross-legged again.

Shen Qingyue was organizing the new power born after her Dao wound was repaired.

Lin Yi leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the armrest.

The top four of the three thousand extreme dao list all belonged to them.

He knew exactly what kind of reaction this news would cause once it spread.

Some would be afraid.

Some would seek to join them.

But there would definitely be some who would be provoked into jumping out.

For example, those old-fashioned powers that lived in seclusion.

For example, those Prodigies who believed they were chosen by destiny.

For example, a certain white-robed youth holding a marriage contract, currently on his way down the mountain.

Lin Yi put down his teacup, his gaze passing through the roof of the Imperial Garden and looking toward the far horizon.

The next one.

Should be coming soon.

The commotion at the Chu Family lasted for three whole days.

Before the golden light from the updated three thousand extreme dao list had even dissipated, the flying talismans from various forces had already poked the sky into a sieve.

But this excitement had absolutely nothing to do with the North Region Wang Family.

At this moment, the Wang Family Ancestral Land was filled with Death Qi, its gates tightly shut.

The mountain-protecting array was open to three layers.

Even the Wang Family Disciples who used to patrol the entrance had retreated inside; not a single figure could be seen.

The entire ancestral land was like a coffin nailed shut.

No one wanted to come out.

No one dared to come out.

Inside the Wang Family inner hall.

More than half of the hall was empty.

Of the chairs previously filled with Elders, seven out of ten were now empty.

The remaining few were huddled in corners, their expressions desolate.

Five Quasi-Emperors, gone.

Wang Lie, dead.

Wang Teng had died even earlier.

The news coming back from the Chu Family was like a knife, cutting the Wang Family's backbone segment by segment.

The Imperial Son was suppressed and killed in public.

His Origin was thrown into the immortal burial coffin and refined on the spot.

Five Quasi-Emperors were all killed by Luo Qinghan and Zhou Qing working together in the Chu Family Ancestral Land.

Not even a fragment of bone remained.

On the night the news spread, three groups of people left the Wang Family in succession.

There were those from branch families, those from vassal families, and even two Guest Elders who had followed the Wang Family for ten thousand years.

They left silently.

No one said goodbye.

Those who stayed didn't stop them either.

Because everyone knew the Wang Family was finished.

Not the kind of finish that was a slow decline.

It was the kind of finish where one is slapped into the mud with a single palm, without even the strength to turn over.

At the end of the hall.

Wang Shuo sat in the main seat.

Half of his hair had turned white.

It was grizzled three days ago, but now it was completely white.

His right arm was in a sling, the sleeve empty, wrapped in thick medicinal bandages.

That was a wound left by Luo Qinghan.

A wound from a Quasi-Emperor was not so easy to heal.

On the table in front of him lay a neatly folded white robe.

That was Wang Lie's clothing.

The one Wang Lie had changed out of before leaving for the Chu Family.

Wang Shuo stared at that piece of clothing, motionless.

His eye sockets were dry and painful.

His tears had long since run dry.

Now he only had a belly full of fire and a mind full of hate.

"Family Head."

An old servant walked out from the side hall, holding a bowl of medicine.

"It's time to take your medicine."

Wang Shuo didn't move.

Making a Quasi-Emperor take medicine—who could endure this!

The old servant said it again.

"Family Head, if the wound isn't nurtured, your Foundation will be ruined.

If you fall, the Wang Family will truly..."

Wang Shuo finally moved.

He raised his hand and swept the bowl of medicine onto the floor.

The bowl shattered, and the black medicinal juice splashed everywhere.

The old servant took two steps back, not daring to advise further.

Wang Shuo's voice squeezed out of his throat.

"So what if it's ruined."

"Both of my sons are gone."

"If I heal my Foundation, who would I pass it on to?"

The old servant kept his head down, not daring to say a word in response.

The hall was silent for a long time.

Wang Shuo sat there like a stone statue.

His mind repeatedly turned over the same thing.

Lin Yi.

Heavenly Profound Holy Land.

Chu Family.

These three names were like three nails driven into his skull, impossible to pull out.

He wanted revenge, more than ever.

But he also knew that with the Wang Family's current resources, they weren't even worthy of carrying Lin Yi's shoes.

The Heavenly Profound Holy Land had two Peak Quasi-Emperors presiding over it.

Chu Chengdao of the Chu Family was also a Peak Quasi-Emperor.

The three-way Alliance was like a solid piece of iron.

As a heavily injured Quasi-Emperor, what did he have to fight with?

His life?

But his life wasn't worth anything.

Zhou Qing and the others had let him return, surely with a greater scheme in mind.

But even so.

Before he died, he had to find a way to get his revenge!