93: Chapter 93 The Ancestor Wanted to Pass on His Skills, But He Was Silent After Looking at the Panel

Jiang Feng paused in his steps, his brows furrowing.

The terrifying oppressive force from the depths of the void, like the collapse of a universe, only lasted for half a second, yet it caused the surrounding space to let out a shrill wail.

"Master……"

A trembling call came from beside him.

Jiang Feng turned his head.

The little girl, the Ancient Ancestral Dragon, who usually did nothing but eat and sleep, carefree and thoughtless, was currently clutching the corner of his clothes tightly.

In those golden dragon eyes, there was nothing but unmelting terror.

As the Ancient Ancestral Dragon holding the authority of the Blue Star's Heavenly Dao, her perception was even keener than Jiang Feng's.

The World King's gaze, which spanned dimensions, directly stirred up a Category 12 hurricane at the level of her soul.

She was terrified.

This time, she didn't act spoiled or clamor to go "shopping" with Jiang Feng.

Jiang Feng rubbed her little head, decisively abandoning the idea of bringing her along as a pendant to the 90,000-level map.

"Alright, the waters ahead are deep; don't get involved with your small stature."

Jiang Feng's tone was flat, "Go back to Blue Star. Watch the house."

The 90,000-level forbidden ground, the Divine Court Ruins, was dangerously unknown. Since the World King had set its sights on it, who knew what deadly traps might be hidden inside.

Jiang Feng needed to focus on clearing the map; he couldn't spare the effort to be a babysitter.

With the Ancient Ancestral Dragon holding down the fort on Blue Star, added to the 8,000 hovering Chaos Flying Swords, the rear was absolutely secure.

For the first time ever, the Ancient Ancestral Dragon didn't make a fuss, just nodded vigorously, being incredibly obedient: "Okay."

She also understood that an existence of that dimension was simply not something she could challenge right now.

After the beating from that single glance, this new "Heaven" finally began to transform into a true deity.

"By the way."

Before turning away, Jiang Feng casually gave an instruction,

"On your way back, stop by the Winter Demon Abyss in the Northern Territory and wipe out that Abyss Demon Emperor. You must root out the weeds."

When it came to protecting his own, he had no bottom line.

For enemies, one had to scatter even their ashes into a star.

"Mm!" The Ancient Ancestral Dragon clenched her little fists.

Jiang Feng didn't look at her again, his gaze sweeping over the corner of his retina—there, the experience pool had piled up into garbled code, and the massive amount of free attribute points plundered just now were still jumping wildly.

He pondered for two seconds.

Now that his multiplier zone had skyrocketed to 160,000 times, his combat power was completely overflowing.

Looking at the attribute panel again, there were still 2,034 trillion attribute points lying there.

Adding them now would certainly make his panel more monstrous, but it wouldn't have much meaning.

He simply couldn't be bothered to add them.

"Just leave them to gather dust for now."

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze.

Things like trump cards are always safer kept in one's hand than displayed in the open.

He did not know that this decision, made purely out of a phobia of insufficient firepower to keep a backup plan, would soon help him single-handedly reverse a certain-death situation.

...

Blue Star, above the firmament.

The black-gold sword shadows filling the sky had just stabilized.

Suddenly, a dull cracking sound came from the horizon in the direction of the East Sea.

"Roar——!"

A high-pitched, ancient dragon roar that pierced the clouds arrogantly suppressed all other sounds in the world.

Billions of players looked up in horror.

They saw an Ancient Ancestral Dragon, whose length was unknown but spanned tens of thousands of feet, with its entire body wreathed in world-destroying thunder and five-colored divine light, brutally smash through the dimensional barrier and descend upon the present world with a boom!

That supreme pressure, unique to the Heavenly Dao, caused the world's oceans to freeze in an instant.

The Ancient Ancestral Dragon did not stay on Blue Star for long; its cold, golden vertical pupils swept towards the north, then it flicked its dragon tail, turning into an aurora that pierced the universe, heading straight for the Winter Demon Abyss in outer space.

"Holy crap, it's Godfather's dragon!"

"The Heavenly Dao has manifested! What is it doing? Going to outer space for supplies?"

The World Channel exploded again.

The players were completely numb; they had taken more quick-acting heart-saving pills today than in the last sixty years combined.

Dongjiang City, the Jiang family courtyard.

Jiang Jianguo held a birdcage, watching the dragon shadow disappear on the horizon, and smacked his lips: "Old woman, look, why is that little snake our Feng'er raises getting fatter and fatter? It flies out like that, hope it doesn't cause any trouble."

Liu Cuilan poked her head out of the kitchen with freshly picked vegetables and said irritably: "So what if it's fat? Being able to eat is a blessing! Our Feng'er isn't short on food. Hurry up and come in to serve the dishes; the food is almost cold!"

...

Meanwhile, Tianshu Dragon Garden, Manor No. 1.

The top giants of China's military, political, and business circles were all gathered.

Xiao Zhenjiang, Li Yan, Zhang Changlin, and the Tianshu chief housekeeper Jiang Shuyun were sitting around a round sandalwood table.

Dozens of domestic financial tycoons worth trillions were standing in the courtyard, not daring to breathe loudly.

"Divine Venerable Qingfeng is making a big move again."

Xiao Zhenjiang watched the relayed footage, his tone reverent, "That Ancient Ancestral Dragon is heading to the Demon Emperor's lair! It seems that the sword hanging over our heads for sixty years is finally going to be uprooted by Divine Venerable Qingfeng today."

Li Yan slammed his fist on the table, his face full of satisfaction: "Awesome! After holding back for sixty years, I've dreamed of chopping that bastard Baal into pieces! Divine Venerable Qingfeng is going to weed the high dimensions!"

Within the limits of their vision, Jiang Feng was already the ultimate truth of this universe, and they had no idea of the oppressive feeling of that glance from the high-dimensional World King.

Just as they were speaking, Xiao Zhenjiang's secretary rushed in, his face looking as if he had seen a ghost, and handed over a top-secret briefing with both hands.

"Commander, sirs," the secretary swallowed, "Outside… is blocked solid."

"Who has the nerve to block Tianshu Dragon Garden?" Li Yan stood up abruptly.

"It's not that…" the secretary wiped away cold sweat, "It's Beacon Country Commander Wilson, who brought the heads of Maple Leaf Country, Europa, Goryeo, and Fusang; they've all come. They chartered flights directly and just landed at the capital airport."

Everyone was stunned.

The secretary continued: "They brought all the foundational resources from their respective national treasuries, even the launch password boxes for their civilization cannons. Now those people are kneeling 500 meters outside the gate of Tianshu Dragon Garden, kowtowing every step, begging to see Divine Venerable Qingfeng, or… the Divine Venerable's spokesperson."

There was a moment of dead silence around the round table.

Jiang Shuyun put down the tablet in her hand and stood up, her crisp professional attire accentuating an extremely capable aura.

She pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, a cold smile curling on her lips.

"Divine Venerable Qingfeng mentioned that these people would come sooner or later."

She walked in her high heels to an inconspicuous snake-skin bag in the corner.

Inside, it was filled with the "junk" that Jiang Feng had previously discarded, complaining it took up space in his inventory.

Jiang Shuyun casually rummaged through it and pulled out a few glowing secondary-color pieces of equipment—a broken magic crown, a rusted short sword, and a patina-covered arm guard.

To the current China, these things were just ordinary items piled up like mountains in the warehouse, not rare at all.

In Jiang Feng's eyes, they were even less than dust, so insignificant that he couldn't be bothered to look at them.

"Let's go, sirs." Jiang Shuyun's tone was indifferent, "Let's go see this bunch of former 'world rulers' and toss them a few bones while we're at it."

...

Outside Tianshu Dragon Garden, the asphalt road was scorched hot.

The once arrogant Beacon Country Commander Wilson was now kneeling on the ground without any dignity.

The Prime Minister of Fusang and the head of the Goryeo conglomerate beside him were kowtowing until their foreheads were bleeding.

Dozens of heavy trucks were lined up in the back, carrying the accumulated wealth of the Western world for several hundred years.

The gate slowly opened.

Jiang Shuyun walked out, surrounded by Xiao Zhenjiang and other bigwigs.

"Commander Wilson, long time no see." Jiang Shuyun looked down at him from a position of superiority.

Wilson shuddered in fright, crawling over on his hands and knees, pressing himself tightly against the floor tiles: "Ms. Jiang! I represent Beacon Country, offering everything to the great China, to the supreme Divine Venerable Qingfeng! I only beg the Divine Venerable to raise his hand and show mercy, withdraw the divine swords in the sky, and give us a way to survive!"

"Leave the things. We will set the rules from now on."

Jiang Shuyun couldn't be bothered with small talk; she raised her hand and threw those few secondary-color pieces of equipment out like throwing trash.

"Clang."

A rusted secondary-color short sword landed in front of Wilson.

Jiang Shuyun's voice was cold: "This is what the Divine Venerable has bestowed upon you. Use it to suppress the nation, now get lost."

Wilson stared fixedly at the broken sword on the ground, his eyes instantly turning bloodshot.

Now that Jiang Feng was forcibly rewriting the rules, even a piece of junk tainted with the Divine Venerable's aura was a life-saving golden medallion!

He lunged forward like a starving wild dog, clutching the short sword tightly, weeping with excitement: "Thank you, Divine Venerable, for your grace! Thank you, Divine Venerable, for the reward! This sword, our Beacon Country will surely enshrine it for generations on the highest altar of the royal city, to suppress our national destiny forever!"

The Fusang Commander beside him, in order to grab that broken magic crown, even disregarded his dignity and wrestled with the Goryeo head on the asphalt road.

This scene completely solidified the new pattern of Blue Star.

Ten thousand nations came to pay tribute; all directions submitted.

China stood at the absolute pinnacle of Blue Star, too dazzling to look at directly!

...

At this time, the 90,000-level forbidden ground, [Divine Court Ruins].

Jiang Feng took a step across the boundary wall, and the scene before his eyes changed instantly.

There were no mountains, rivers, sun, or moon, only the ruins of an ancient star field smashed to pieces by extreme laws.

Broken continental plates floated beneath his feet, the corpses of ancient gods, unimaginably large, lay horizontally in mid-air, and dark purple space-time turbulence darted everywhere.

"Interesting." Jiang Feng looked around.

Just as he steadied his feet.

"Hum——!"

The void in front twisted violently, and an ancient holographic projection, grand to the point of exaggeration, was shoved directly into his face.

In the image: Hundreds of millions of ancient ancestors and alien races with divine wings were fighting in this star field, destroying heaven and earth.

Just when the battle reached its climax, a "comet" that was ridiculously large smashed down from the top of the starry sky.

That was not a star at all; it was a mass of pure dimensional-reduction laws—colorless holy light!

The holy light smashed through heaven and earth, the laws collapsed, and billions of lives instantly turned into fly ash.

All heaven-defying divine abilities became ridiculous numerical panels in the face of this power.

Jiang Feng watched this dimensional-reduction strike with an expressionless face.

This was the origin of Blue Star being forcibly turned into an online game.

The image gradually dissipated.

On a huge broken stele of a god in front, a majestic Taiji Bagua diagram emerged.

A phantom slowly floated out from the diagram.

It was an old man wearing a Taiji Daoist robe, with the demeanor of a celestial being.

His body was wrapped in the Great Dao of Heavenly Secrets; although only a wisp of a remnant soul remained, his aura was maxed out, definitely a creation-level ancestor.

The ancestor of human culture, Fuxi!

"After long, long ages, a human descendant has finally walked here."

Fuxi stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes filled with vicissitudes and gratification.

He looked at Jiang Feng, his voice grand and compassionate: "Child, to be able to cross the 90,000-level barrier, you must have suffered many unimaginable hardships."

The ancestor sighed slightly, seeming to see the bloody history of human resistance: "I am Fuxi. I leave this remnant soul only to wait for someone to break the situation. Seeing that your bone age is only eighteen, yet you could fight your way here. Very well! Today, I will bestow upon you this final creation of Heavenly Secrets to help you…"

While reciting his opening remarks, Fuxi habitually pinched his fingers to manipulate the Yin-Yang laws, wanting to calculate this young man's background so he could tailor a legacy package.

Then.

The gaze of Heavenly Secret deduction fell upon Jiang Feng's panel.

"Ding."

Ancestor Fuxi's grand voice stopped abruptly, like a duck whose neck had been squeezed.

Those calm eyes that had seen through the ages instantly widened like two light bulbs!

That illusory Taiji Daoist robe, because of extreme shock, flickered so much it was about to short-circuit.

What had he seen?!

There was no painstakingly polished Dao foundation, nor any godhead fragments that had comprehended heaven and earth.

Only rows upon rows of cold, brutal numbers, so massive that his remnant soul was trembling!

Basic Four Dimensions: 648 trillion!

This… how many zeros is this?!

Fuxi's brain "buzzed" and exploded.

He mastered the Yin-Yang Great Dao and deduced the Heavenly Secrets of the ages. At his peak, he was already the supreme being of humanity. Even when his vitality and Dao principles were fully spread out, they were only in the billions, which was already the limit of heaven and earth.

But this person in front of him…

Was actually using trillions as a counting unit?

A difference of one character, a difference between clouds and mud.

That was a terrifying magnitude that he, having exhausted his lifelong cultivation and all his Dao rhymes, couldn't even reach in his imagination.

That wasn't even the end!

Fuxi's gaze trembled as he swept down, and his eyeballs almost fell onto the ground.

[Special Multiplier Zone: 160,000 times!]

160,000 times the absolute multiplier zone!!!

Fuxi's hands in his sleeves shook like Parkinson's.

He stared blankly at the short-haired young man in front of him who had a flat expression, and the high-dimensional cultivation system he had built over 20,000 years shattered into pieces in one second.

"You… you…"

Fuxi's lips trembled as he pointed at Jiang Feng, unable to squeeze out a complete word for a long time.

Is this a descendant coming to ask for creation?

This is clearly an ultimate numerical monster in human skin, more perverted than the Upper Heavens!

Bestow creation upon him?

This kid's basic attack rebound alone could scatter his remnant soul and this 90,000-level secret realm into ashes with one fire!