86: Chapter 86 The Holy Land Ancestor, Serving as Someone's Dog!

The middle-aged man was suppressed by a single glance from Shen Qingyuan, his body stiffened and frozen in mid-air, his five fingers curled into claws, merely three inches from Shen Qingyuan's throat, yet he could not advance a single fraction further.

His complexion shifted from initial arrogance to astonishment, and finally to a deathly pallor.

"You... who exactly are you?!"

His voice was hoarse, carrying an irrepressible tremor.

In this desolate land of the Southern Region, how could such a terrifying existence be hiding here?

Shen Qingyuan did not answer his question; he merely raised his hand and lightly flicked his slender finger through the Void Realm.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the middle-aged man was hit as if by a giant elephant, sent flying backward, tumbling dozens of times in the air before crashing heavily into the Void Realm, a mouthful of blood spraying out wildly!

"Pfft—"

The blood exploded in the Void Realm, turning into a mist of blood, a shocking sight.

On his chest, a fingerprint was clearly visible, deeply indented, with countless ribs broken, and the spiritual power within his body shattered by that one finger, making it difficult even to circulate.

"You... you..."

The middle-aged man struggled to stand up, only to find that his body would not obey him at all.

The power suppressing him had not dissipated; instead, it had become even heavier, like a ten-thousand-jun mountain pressing down on him, making even breathing difficult.

At this moment, he could not even maintain the black mist swirling around him, and his entire figure was completely revealed.

Beside him, Old Turtle widened his eyes, staring fixedly at that pale face, his murky old eyes filled with horror.

"You... are you the Tianque Holy Land Old Ancestor, Great Sage Xuanming?!"

His voice was trembling, and he felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

Tianque Holy Land!

One of the oldest Holy Lands in the Eastern Wasteland, with a Legacy spanning ten thousand years and an unfathomable foundation.

And Great Sage Xuanming was an incredibly famous existence in the Eastern Wasteland, with a cultivation at the Peak of the Great Saint Realm, dominating the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years, hailed as the peerless expert most likely to step into the Saint King Realm in the Eastern Wasteland!

When he traveled through the Eastern Wasteland years ago, he had only caught a glimpse of him from afar.

He never expected that one day they would meet again in such a manner.

After learning the identity of Great Sage Xuanming, he was even more shocked by Shen Qingyuan's strength.

Great Sage Xuanming was only one step away from the Saint King Realm, and his strength was top-tier even within the Great Saint Realm. How could such a terrifying expert have absolutely no power to fight back against Shen Qingyuan?

Just how strong was Shen Qingyuan's strength?

Late Stage of the Saint King Realm? Or the Peak of the Saint King Realm?

Great Sage Xuanming's face was livid; he did not speak, only staring fixedly at Shen Qingyuan, his eyes filled with terror.

Shen Qingyuan, however, remained unchanged, merely raising an eyebrow slightly.

"Tianque Holy Land? Eastern Wasteland?"

He chuckled, his tone indifferent, "A perfectly fine Holy Land Old Ancestor, yet you insist on acting like a dog for others!"

Great Sage Xuanming's face flushed red, and the rage in his eyes was almost ready to burst forth.

He was a dignified Peak Great Saint Realm expert, an existence who had dominated the Eastern Wasteland for thousands of years; when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

But he dared not lash out.

A Quasi-Emperor Realm expert was not someone he could contend with.

Shen Qingyuan looked coldly at Great Sage Xuanming.

"Speak, who sent you here?"

Great Sage Xuanming did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately replied: "It was the Venerable Lord who sent me."

As for betraying the Venerable Lord, he felt no burden.

Having Cultivated to the Great Saint Realm, what kind of situations had he not experienced?

As long as he could survive, betrayal was just betrayal.

"Venerable Lord?" Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, "Tell me, what is the background of this Venerable Lord of yours?"

"Venerable Lord... I truly do not know what the background of the Venerable Lord is." Great Sage Xuanming's voice was hoarse, "I only know that the Venerable Lord is a peerless expert in the Quasi-Emperor Realm, having become famous ten thousand years ago. Every time we meet, he is shrouded in a mist, and even his aura cannot be captured."

"Ten thousand years ago?" Shen Qingyuan raised an eyebrow slightly, "The era of Emperor Yuanlian?"

"Yes." Great Sage Xuanming nodded, "I once heard the Venerable Lord mention that he had vied for the Emperor position with Emperor Yuanlian back then, but unfortunately, he was one move behind and ultimately failed."

Upon hearing this, Old Turtle gasped, his murky old eyes filled with horror.

Vied for the Emperor position with Emperor Yuanlian?

Doesn't that mean this Venerable Lord was also one of the top Prodigies from ten thousand years ago?

Ten thousand years ago, Emperor Yuanlian appeared, suppressing the world and achieving the Emperor position.

In that era, anyone who could vie for the Emperor position with Emperor Yuanlian was at least a peerless expert in the Quasi-Emperor Realm!

The most Peak existence in the world!

Old Turtle swallowed, his voice trembling: "The Lifespan of a Quasi-Emperor Realm expert is at most about eight thousand years. Even if using special means to seal oneself, it is impossible to live for ten thousand years and still maintain Peak combat power, right?"

"That is not necessarily true." The Spirit of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner said from the side: "Quasi-Emperor Realm experts have mysterious means; if they find a treasured location, they can maintain their Peak even after sealing themselves for thousands of years.

Those forbidden zones are like that; even now, many ancient existences are still sleeping within the forbidden zones."

Shen Qingyuan was thoughtful; since that person had a connection with the Upper Realm.

Perhaps there were other ways for him to remain active in the world.

He recalled the scene he had just seen through the secret realm core, the battle between Emperor Tianxuan and that pitch-black figure.

That was an existence in the Emperor Realm!

It was not impossible for Emperor Realm existences to be hiding in the shadows of this world.

"Continue," Shen Qingyuan said indifferently, "Besides that Venerable Lord, what else do you know?"

Great Sage Xuanming shook his head slightly, "Usually, it is the Venerable Lord who contacts me; as for whether the Venerable Lord has contacted others, I am not clear."

Shen Qingyuan frowned slightly, "You only know this much? In that case, you are of no use?"

Great Sage Xuanming's expression changed slightly, "Honored One—"

His voice was hoarse, carrying undisguised fear, "This Junior is willing to offer my soul mark and henceforth pledge loyalty to you, Honored One, serving as a beast of burden for you!"

As he spoke, a light flashed between his brows, and a pitch-black soul mark floated out from his Sea of Consciousness, hovering in front of Shen Qingyuan.

That was the Origin soul spirit of a Peak Great Saint Realm expert. As long as Shen Qingyuan accepted this soul mark, the life and death of Great Sage Xuanming would be completely in his hands; with a single thought, he could cause him to Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

Shen Qingyuan did not accept the soul mark; he merely glanced at it and then sneered, "I do not need a traitor!"

Great Sage Xuanming's face immediately froze.

He, a dignified Peak Great Saint, had voluntarily offered his soul mark, yet he had actually been rejected!

"Hon-, Honored One—"

His voice was trembling, "This Junior is still the Old Ancestor of Tianque Holy Land; you can use me to command the Tianque Holy Land to do things for you, Honored One!"

"Hehe—" Shen Qingyuan chuckled, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I would have almost forgotten. That so-called Tianque Holy Land has also done quite a few things along with you, right? It seems there is no need to keep it either."

Old Turtle, listening from the side, was filled with admiration.

Domineering! How domineering!

A Holy Land, just like that, to be destroyed?

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