466: Return to Tianxuan

Not long after Wu Ning left, several Celestial Sovereigns arrived.

Perhaps sensing the terrifying Aura remaining from the Demonic God Banner, they didn't dare to stay long, quickly investigating before leaving immediately.

By this time, Wu Ning had already returned to his clan.

He sealed the two captured Giants together in the central temple of the Cosmic Prison, not intending to kill them and strip their Origin immediately.

If those two old fellows died, the Demon Race and Asura Clan would surely be alerted, and who knows what troubles might arise then.

He planned to let them live for a while longer, dealing with them once he advanced to Dominator; in any case, being sealed within the Cosmic Prison, there was no fear of them transmitting any news outside.

After returning to Dao Yu Immortal Palace, Wu Ning continued his long and monotonous seclusion.

Years flowed by, time flew swiftly.

In a blink of an eye, another three million years passed.

Inside the Origin Space.

Wu Ning quietly opened his eyes, a slight frown on his brow; advancing to the Dominator Realm truly wasn't easy.

As early as several hundred thousand years ago, he had already Cultivated all three thousand Great Dao rules to Perfection, reaching the Peak of Celestial Sovereign, but now, after several hundred thousand more years, he still hadn't touched the threshold of the Dominator Realm.

The difficulty of this step was much greater than he had anticipated.

"Forget it, haste makes waste; it's better to slow down for now."

Seeing that most of his accumulated sign-in Cultivation had been consumed, and he still hadn't touched the Dominator threshold, Wu Ning prepared to exit seclusion and rest.

He slowly reined in his Aura, and his figure quickly disappeared.

More than four million years had passed since he returned from the Nine Abyss Sea Realm; these four million years not only saw his own Cultivation soar, but the Cultivation of all the women also advanced by leaps and bounds, not only Breaking through to the Immortal Emperor Realm but basically all of them had Cultivated to the Peak Immortal Emperor Realm.

However, the Great Dao rules within the Origin Space were not as complete as those outside; each time they Broke through a minor Realm, they would return to the outside world to Cultivate in seclusion for a period, not remaining in seclusion with him in the Origin Space the entire time.

Otherwise, their Cultivation would have been even higher.

Leaving the Origin Space, Wu Ning quietly released a wisp of Divine Thought to observe the changes within his clan.

Four million years was not a short period; the clan's former Prodigy Disciples had all grown up, and at the same time, many new generation Prodigies and Prodigies had been born.

Wu Ning had not shown his face for several million years; now, only the elder powerhouses in the clan still recognized him, and although many new Disciples had grown up listening to his legends, none had ever seen him in person.

"Time flies like an arrow; in a flash, I'm truly about to become an Old Ancestor-level figure..."

Wu Ning couldn't help but sigh softly.

He stood in the Void Realm, his gaze surveying the various changes within his clan, while many distant memories flashed through his mind.

"Several million years have passed; I wonder what the Xuan Heaven Continent looks like now, and how many of my old acquaintances are still alive..."

A thought suddenly arose in Wu Ning's mind: he intended to revisit his old haunts and return to the Yuan Ling Realm to see.

After a short half-year gathering with Luo Wuyou, Fairy Snow Wuxia, and Fairy Wind Caiwei, he immediately set off.

However, before returning to the Yuan Ling Realm, he first swept the entire Taichu Ancient Realm with his Divine Thought, and to his surprise, he did not find Li Yuanbao, Xu Ziqian, and others.

"Strange, it's been over four million years; could it be that they haven't achieved Ascension?"

Wu Ning immediately took out his black leather book and asked Ink Treasure to look up their whereabouts.

"Master, Li Yuanbao and Xu Ziqian encountered an Immortal King powerhouse from Tai Xu Immortal Palace when they Ascended, and then went with him to the Saint Serene Immortal World, joining Tai Xu Immortal Palace..."

"Tai Xu Immortal Palace?"

Wu Ning immediately recalled that this Tai Xu Immortal Palace should be the force created by that Tai Xu Immortal King; he had heard of this force's name on the All Heavens Battlefield.

That Tai Xu Immortal King had lived for over two hundred million years; although he had no powerful background, he was an extremely Prodigy individual, and now he was at least an Immortal Emperor at the Peak.

If he had enough Opportunity, he might have already advanced to Dao Venerable.

It was quite fortunate for Li Yuanbao and Xu Ziqian to be able to join the force he created.

Ink Treasure continued, "Master, that Zhang Liang, he did not succeed in Ascension..."

Wu Ning fell silent; if one did not succeed in Ascension, even a Human Dao Emperor, it would be very difficult to live for several million years.

He asked no further questions, put away the black leather book, and immediately flew towards the Yuan Ling Realm.

The Yuan Ling Realm was merely a Middle Thousand Worlds circling the Taichu Ancient Realm, not far from it.

With several flashes of Teleportation, Wu Ning silently appeared within the Yuan Ling Realm.

Another Teleportation brought him back to the Xuan Heaven Continent.

His gaze slowly swept across; the Xuan Heaven Continent had changed greatly since he left.

The Great Jin Dynasty of old had long since vanished.

Even the major forces that once had Great Emperors overseeing them had largely disappeared.

In their place was a powerful force called "Martial God Hall," which not only ruled the entire Xuan Heaven Continent but had even become one of the strongest forces in the entire Guyuan Starfield.

This Martial God Hall was the force Zhang Liang established after Wu Ning left and returned to the Xuan Heaven Continent.

Li Yuanbao and Xu Ziqian also contributed to it.

It was precisely because of the Immortal foundation they left behind that the Martial God Hall could rise rapidly and become one of the most powerful forces in the entire Guyuan Starfield.

When Wu Ning's gaze swept over the Martial God Hall headquarters, he actually discovered his own statue in the Ancestral Master Hall.

Moreover, it was placed in the center, with statues of Zhang Liang, Li Yuanbao, and Xu Ziqian on either side.

They were collectively referred to by countless Martial God Hall Disciples as the Four Great Ancestral Masters of the Martial God Hall.

A wistful smile appeared on his face, and with a flash of his figure, he instantly appeared in a palace within the Martial God Hall.

"Who are you?"

A middle-aged man in a black-gold robe was startled when he suddenly saw him appear.

Wu Ning looked up and scrutinized him; his Aura was profound, he possessed Emperor Realm Cultivation, and he exuded an Aura of authority from long-held high position, with at least five parts resemblance to Zhang Liang in his brows.

"You should be Zhang Liang's grandson, right?"

"You..." The middle-aged man's eyes widened in disbelief after seeing his face, saying, "You are the Martial God Ancestral Master my grandfather spoke of?!"

Wu Ning smiled slightly, "If your grandfather is Zhang Liang, then he was probably talking about me."

He emitted an extremely faint wisp of Aura.

But it caused the middle-aged man's pupils to constrict, as if he were facing a terrifying existence like a god or a demon, one that could easily erase him with a single thought.

He had witnessed Li Yuanbao and Xu Ziqian achieve Immortal Ascension, but even the Aura they emitted after becoming Immortals was far from comparable to the faint wisp of Aura Wu Ning released.

That's right!

This was definitely the Martial God Ancestral Master who, according to his grandfather, had already Ascended millions of years ago.

"Junior Zhang Ji, the seventh Hall Master of the Martial God Hall, greets Martial God Ancestral Master!"

A look of excitement appeared on his face, and he immediately performed a grand bow, prostrating himself.