59: The strongest in the lower realm is just an ant

Current Origin: 37.2x

Remaining Simulation Attempts: 19

New Task: The Day to Shine Has Arrived!

Qinglan Holy Land's prestige and power are gradually reaching the peak in the Northern Region, finally attracting the attention of the Eastern Region's supreme power, the Ancient Hall. Through several skirmishes, you gradually saw the true colors of this so-called supreme power—nothing but cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong! At this time, Qinglan Holy Land also decided to declare war on them, and a bold idea slowly formed in your mind...

Objective One: Trial by Sword (Difficulty: Extremely Hard)

Slay 20 Prodigies from the Ancient Hall and preserve yourself during their retaliation.

Reward: Simulation Attempts +1, Origin +150

Objective Two: Overthrow the Superior Sect (Difficulty: Desperate)

Slay or subdue the Ancient Hall's current Saint/Saintess and make them serve you.

Reward: Simulation Attempts +1, Origin +200

Objective Three: Heaven-Shattering War (Difficulty: Unprecedented)

Personally end the Ancient Hall's Master in the great war and become famous throughout the world.

Completion Reward: Simulation Attempts +2

(Note: This is a twenty-year long-term task. Please proceed steadily and within your capabilities, Host!)

“How long has it been since it changed its name, and it’s still Qinglan Holy Land? System, I think you're also engrossed in your own story.” Qin Wangchuan gazed at the System's light screen, his fingertips gently tapping the table: “But this story is still a classic tale of a humble Disciple rising through the ranks to become invincible.”

“Of course, that’s assuming Qing Wangchuan didn't die.”

Shaking his head, he immediately relayed the task to Yin Qiyue.

“The… the Ancient Hall, you say?”

Yin Qiyue's fingers unconsciously tightened on her clothes, her lips slightly pale.

Ancient Hall—that name filled her with humiliation just by being mentioned.

During the five years Qin Wangchuan was gone, Yin Qiyue smelled the fragrance of the elixir in the bottle daily, and her cultivation advanced by leaps and bounds.

Coupled with having a Magic Treasure in hand, she considered herself invincible. When had she ever put a mere Ancient Hall in her eyes?

However, the truth was—the Ancient Hall really did have some capabilities.

Its Master was even called the strongest in the Eastern Region, without equal.

If it weren't for the Magic Treasure suppressing them, the Dao Seeking Palace would have been kicked to death like a roadside dog.

They even had to cede seven spirit mines later to settle the matter...

Normally, no matter what others said, she would never provoke the Ancient Hall again.

But...

‘What Young Master says is the Dao!’

Let alone one Ancient Hall; even if she had to climb a mountain of blades or descend into a sea of fire, she wouldn't hesitate.

“I’ll go prepare immediately, but declaring war and mobilizing personnel will take time...”

Yin Qiyue was speaking, but the next moment she was interrupted by Qin Wangchuan's sneer.

She stiffened all over in front of the mirror, her breathing even seizing—had she said something to offend this master? Yin Qiyue immediately straightened her back, lowered her head, and held her breath, not daring to even twitch her eyelashes, awaiting his command.

“Declare war?”

Qin Wangchuan’s fingertip tapped lightly on the mirror surface. As ripples spread, Yin Qiyue seemed to see a phantom of a galaxy overturning in his eyes.

“When have you ever seen heavenly fire burning a forest and needing to inform the plants within?”

“Power is the best declaration of war.”

“Location.”

Just two simple words, yet they made Yin Qiyue's throat inexplicably dry. Was Young Master going to act personally?

She hastily turned the mirror in that direction and replied, “Southeast, in the Xun position. Cross the Jiuyi Mountain Chasm and the Three Tribulation Cloud Sea to reach it.”

With Qin Wangchuan's Realm, his Divine Sense was not yet sufficient to cover an entire world, and his Dao methods couldn't reach that far.

But the Heaven-Defying Magic Treasures in his personal treasury perfectly compensated for these two points.

Soon, the Ancient Hall was locked on.

Yin Qiyue watched with wide eyes as Young Master raised his hand towards the Ancient Hall's direction, reciting ancient Dao incantations.

“Profound and abyssal, dividing the two poles, myriad tribulations congeal into form!”

Far away in the Eastern Region, Ancient Hall · Council Chamber

“I heard the Dao Seeking Palace is causing trouble again recently?” an Elder said meaningfully after crushing a Jade Slip in his hand.

“What’s there to fear?” another Elder sneered, tapping his finger lightly on the table. “Even if she has a supreme treasure in her hand, wasn’t she still taught a lesson by us and forced to compensate with seven spirit mines!”

Everyone in the hall burst into laughter, only Mo Cangming, the Ancient Hall's Master, remained solemn.

“Don’t be careless.”

“Whether she truly has an Immortal's favor still needs to be verified.”

Rumor had it that Yin Qiyue of the Northern Region possessed extraordinary beauty, attracting an Immortal from the Upper Realm who took her into his chambers.

Several investigations, though unable to confirm the truth, did confirm the existence of the supreme treasure in her hand.

Thinking this, a suppressed glint of greed flashed in Mo Cangming's eyes.

“Who wouldn’t want a supreme treasure? But Xuanmingzi, the Qinglan Sect Master, indeed died mysteriously, allowing a young girl to take his place—it’s simply unheard of.”

“Before the truth is clear, speak and act cautiously. If she doesn't invade our territory, we should observe the changes and build up our strength.”

“That is true.” Everyone nodded frequently, in agreement.

They then began discussing the purpose behind the Dao Seeking Palace's recent inexplicable actions.

But suddenly, Mo Cangming's body stiffened, his pupils sharply constricted, and he shot up from his seat, his gaze sweeping around like a startled beast.

“Hall Master?” someone asked, puzzled.

“No!” Mo Cangming's voice was tight, and he kept repeating, “No, no...”

“What’s wrong?”

“The feeling is wrong!”

“Killing intent? No...” Mo Cangming murmured to himself, “Is it a gaze?”

“Someone is watching us!”

Mo Cangming's pupils contracted violently, cold sweat dripping down his temples.

He felt it—

A terrifying presence was watching him.

It wasn’t from outside the hall, nor from a specific place, but... omnipresent. As if the shadows of the entire hall had turned into eyes, and every wisp of air had become a prying tendril.

Cold sweat seeped from his forehead, his gaze sweeping inch by inch over the face of every Elder present—

As if confirming something.

The Third Elder was still stroking his beard and sneering, a mocking smirk on his lips; the Fifth Elder carelessly played with his teacup, his eyes full of impatience; the Enforcement Elder even frowned, seemingly thinking he was making a mountain out of a molehill—

Everyone was completely unaware.

Only he, Mo Cangming.

Only his skin was stinging, his bones were trembling, and every inch of his flesh was screaming danger.

“You...” Mo Cangming’s Adam's apple bobbed, his voice sounding like it was squeezed from cracked pottery, “Do you... really feel nothing?”

The Elders exchanged glances, some even scoffing aloud.

Just as the laughter had not yet faded—

Mo Cangming’s pupils suddenly constricted to pinpricks, and an unprecedented fear engulfed him like a tidal wave. The feeling was like the instinctive cry of an ant scared out of its wits:

“Flee—!!!”

This shriek was not human, but rather like a cornered beast's final wail before fangs met its throat.

But it was already too late.

The sky suddenly tore open!

A giant black sword, constructed from spiritual Qi, descended from the Void Realm, its blade entwined with Chaos tribulation light. Wherever it passed, space shattered inch by inch!

The moment the sword light appeared.

All the Disciples and Elders throughout the Ancient Hall were instantly pressed to their knees, their bones emitting a mournful creak under the unbearable weight.

Only Mo Cangming—the strongest in the Eastern Region—with his neck veins bulging, slowly raised his head inch by inch under the mountain-like pressure.

His eyes were bloodshot, and he had just managed to make out the outline of the giant sword—

The next moment.

Darkness swallowed everything.

In the last instant before his consciousness dissipated, Mo Cangming suddenly understood who was responsible for this sword strike.

It must have been a powerful being from the Upper Realm.

‘So, the Dao Seeking Palace truly has an Immortal's favor behind it...’