Strength speaks

That voice descended from the sky.

Millions of cultivators within the Phoenix Feather Sect's mountain gate all looked up at the same time.

The Six-Winged Celestial Horse, with its wings, shimmered with colorful light under the sunlight, its head held high, one front hoof lifted as if to trample everything before it.

And the middle-aged cultivator in golden armor and helmet atop the Horse was even more striking.

Suspended in the air, the millions of people who were busy expanding the mountain gate all looked up, stunned.

"This is a Venerable Realm existence?!"

"A Venerable Realm, in our Chaotic Land, has never appeared in a thousand years!"

Soon, someone sensed the extraordinary nature of the newcomer.

Above the Venerable Realm, one already possessed the ability to create their own world; although the newcomer was only one person and one Horse, he brought a pressure upon everyone as if a mighty army was bearing down on them.

Involuntarily, the crowd below became somewhat flustered.

Some of those with relatively lower cultivation realms even trembled at Shen Jinkuo's shout.

Shen Jinkuo looked down at the countless cultivators, who seemed like ants.

He naturally understood their shock upon seeing him.

With his Venerable Realm cultivation.

In the Chaotic Land, he was an existence like a god!

Seeing me is like seeing a god!

Shen Jinkuo enjoyed the fear of the crowd, already prepared to accept their kneeling and pleas.

The scene of countless people kneeling and pleading was so familiar and natural to him.

Ants should be like this when facing him!

But the next moment.

The previously flustered crowd began to whisper.

"This person seems to be coming for Master!"

"With Master here, there's no need to fear this fellow!"

"That's right! With Master here, what are we afraid of! Even if the King of Heaven came, we wouldn't be afraid!"

"Someone go report, everyone else continue with what they're doing!"

One told ten, ten told a hundred.

Such voices spread through the crowd.

Soon, the Phoenix Feather Sect disciples, who had been on high alert, began to continue their construction work.

Those who needed to move things moved them, and those who needed to dismantle things dismantled them.

It was a bustling scene, and not a single person looked up at Shen Jinkuo in the sky anymore.

"Hmm?"

Shen Jinkuo frowned, a bit puzzled by the scene before him.

Did these ants not see his true power?

Among these people, there were not a few Returning to One Realm cultivators; although the Returning to One Realm was nothing in his eyes, their insight should be able to discern his depth.

But why did these people...

And who was the Master they spoke of?

The Chaotic Land had been monitored by his branch family for many years, and no Venerable Realm existence had appeared for who knew how long.

Even among the Returning to One Realm, the highest was only Four or Five Heavens.

What kind of powerful figure could there be in this place that would make these ants unafraid of him?

Could it be that there was some secret within this sect?

Thinking this, Shen Jinkuo pointed at the Six-Winged Celestial Horse.

The Celestial Horse continued to descend, landing directly outside the mountain gate.

He scanned the three characters of Phoenix Feather Sect on the mountain gate, then his gaze fell upon the Divine Bird sculpture in the very center of the Phoenix Feather Sect.

Shen Jinkuo sneered.

"Just a sect that worships a Divine Bird."

"These frogs in a well probably didn't even see my true power!"

As he spoke, Shen Jinkuo looked at the Six-Winged Celestial Horse beneath him.

For the truly great families of the Central Continent, ancient divine beasts, no matter how extraordinary their bloodline, were merely tools or mounts to be controlled.

The Ancient Shen Family was just like that.

The Horse clan, as an ancient wondrous beast, had been closely integrated with the Shen Family for many years.

But from beginning to end, the Horse clan was only the Shen Family's mount.

This was enough to illustrate the gap in heritage between the true aristocratic families of the Central Continent and other sects.

If there truly was some powerful existence here, it would be impossible for them to place a Divine Bird in a position of worship.

Thinking of this, Shen Jinkuo stood outside the mountain gate, closing his eyes to adjust his breathing.

He gave himself ten breaths of time; after ten breaths, if no one appeared, he would directly rush in.

Shen Jinkuo, who was adjusting his breathing, had a serious expression.

All around him, however, were bustling cultivators engaged in construction.

Outside the mountain gate, it was noisy and lively.

Shen Jinkuo, including the Six-Winged Celestial Horse, seemed extremely out of place.

Just then, he suddenly saw several young cultivators in the Three Yang Realm carrying a statue, walking by busily.

Shen Jinkuo looked up, then down at these few people.

His eyes shifted, and he secretly thought: Could this person be the sect master of this place?

The sculpture depicted a young man, appearing to be only in his early twenties, with nothing extraordinary about him.

It was indeed as he had thought.

However, if the person in charge here still didn't come out, even the statue might not be spared today.

Just as he was thinking, Shen Jinkuo looked up again and saw a young man in white robes floating before him.

The young man looked at Shen Jinkuo with an indifferent expression and spoke faintly.

"Are you looking for me?"

Shen Jinkuo raised an eyebrow, his gaze sweeping over the young man's body.

This person was none other than the one depicted in the sculpture.

"Good afternoon, Master!"

The young cultivators in the Three Yang Realm immediately bowed in greeting, followed by countless voices simultaneously ringing out.

"Good afternoon, Master!"

Listening to the synchronized shouts of countless people, Shen Jinkuo couldn't help but scrutinize the young man before him once more.

For a moment, he couldn't discern his cultivation realm.

However, he immediately made a judgment in his heart, most likely due to the aura here being concealed.

Or perhaps this person had a secret treasure on him.

"Are you the master of this place?"

Shen Jinkuo spoke coldly.

Standing opposite Shen Jinkuo, naturally, was Zhong Qing.

Having heard the commotion outside earlier, Zhong Qing had no choice but to put down those precious picture books and rush out immediately.

Zhong Qing looked at Shen Jinkuo, sizing him up, then a faint smile appeared on his face.

A Venerable Realm cultivator.

He came knocking?

This was truly a coincidence.

Behind him, Feng Buqun also hurried to catch up.

Upon seeing this Venerable Realm newcomer, Feng Buqun was also shocked at first.

He stumbled, nearly falling, but looking at Zhong Qing's back.

Involuntarily, his mind calmed down.

His Master, he was an existence who could produce hundreds of Venerable-grade cultivation techniques with a single move.

Master's realm was at least above the Venerable Realm.

Otherwise, how could he have so many high-level cultivation techniques?

And this was still his conservative guess.

"Who is shouting outside my mountain gate?"

Feng Buqun took a step forward and reprimanded, "Don't you know you've disturbed my Master's cultivation!"

Shen Jinkuo narrowed his eyes; this old man was no novice among the Returning to One Realm.

He couldn't possibly fail to see his Venerable Realm cultivation.

Yet, he still dared to act so arrogantly in front of him?

Even a cultivator at the peak of the Returning to One Realm Nine Heavens was just an ant in his eyes.

Truly some trash with aspirations higher than the sky and lives thinner than paper!

Shen Jinkuo slowly shook his head, no longer thinking too much, and spoke plainly.

"Hand over the secret treasure that conceals the aura here, and I will pardon your disrespect."

Evidently, being in this place, he had already guessed that the aura here was being blocked by some kind of secret treasure.

And to be able to block his perception, the grade of this secret treasure would certainly not be low.

Upon hearing this, Feng Buqun immediately became wary, and with a wave of his hand, the countless cultivators within the mountain gate today all entered a state of readiness!

"What big words!"

Feng Buqun rebuked, speaking in front of Master.

Regardless of whether he needed to act himself, his posture had to be impeccable!

Who knew that Zhong Qing, however, waved his hand, dismissing Feng Buqun.

At this moment, the smile on Zhong Qing's face grew even wider.

He finally waited.

If you didn't speak so arrogantly, I really wouldn't know how to initiate a fight with you.

After all, if I made the first move, it wouldn't be polite, would it?

Zhong Qing smiled and beckoned with a finger at Shen Jinkuo on the back of the Celestial Horse.

"Want a treasure? Easy to say, let your strength do the talking."