306: Half-Step Return to Emptiness Dao Lord

A high-spirited voice arrived first, followed closely by a terrifying aura that swept over, enveloping the entire main hall and even a small part of the Shadow Clan.

Bang bang bang!!!

Within the Shadow Clan, nine powerful aura fluctuations surged in an instant, as if several dazzling miniature suns were suddenly awakening.

"These are the last few Hidden Old Ancestors. What do they want to do?"

The Shadow Clan juniors were so shocked they muttered to themselves, their voices full of confusion and unease.

"Nine Hidden Old Ancestors awakening at the same time? Has the world changed?"

"What aura is this? Could it be a powerful enemy attacking?"

"Impossible! It's been eight years since the Yuanping Disk Clan was defeated. How can there still be a powerful enemy?"

Regardless, the faces of everyone in the Shadow Clan were filled with bewilderment. After all, it was extremely rare for all the Shadow Clan's Hidden Old Ancestors to awaken simultaneously.

In the long history of the Shadow Clan, the last time all the Hidden Old Ancestors awakened at once was during a terrifying moment when three Saint Kings fell simultaneously, and the Shadow Clan faced a crisis of annihilation.

And those who could be honored as Hidden Old Ancestors naturally possessed the highest talent and cultivation.

However, it seemed there was an invisible shackle between heaven and earth that limited their cultivation, making it difficult for them to continue breaking through to the next Realm.

No matter how high their talent, they could not advance further. They could only helplessly Seal their cultivation and fall into a long slumber, bitterly waiting for the world to advance, hoping for that slim chance of a Breakthrough.

Time is always heartless. While exceptionally talented juniors constantly became new Shadow Clan Hidden Old Ancestors, others would gloomily perish in their sleep as their Lifespan ran out.

Coupled with two incredibly tragic world-shaking wars, the number of the Shadow Clan's Hidden Old Ancestors had drastically decreased, leaving only these nine.

Back in the Shadow Clan's Peak period, they boasted a total of thirty Hidden Old Ancestors. At that time, the Shadow Clan was incredibly glorious and intimidated all directions.

Regardless, in the past, Hidden Old Ancestors would only choose to awaken during life-or-death situations.

The more serious the situation, the more Hidden Old Ancestors would awaken. Is something big going to happen today?

"Go back!"

In the next moment, the newcomer spoke only two words. His voice wasn't loud, but it exploded in the hearts of the Shadow Clan's Hidden Old Ancestors, making them tremble with fear.

"Yes! Yes! Senior!"

"Ah?! So it's you, Senior!"

"Senior, please forgive us. We will leave immediately."

"Apologies, Senior. I have already notified the other juniors of our clan. Please continue~"

Nine terrified responses rang out in succession. Immediately after, those miniature suns that had just been shining brightly were extinguished like flames being snuffed out, returning to silence as if nothing had happened.

"Hmm? Why have the Old Ancestors gone quiet again?"

"There is an order from within the clan: all clansmen are to perform their duties, and forget what just happened."

"Yes! This junior obeys."

"Maybe the Old Ancestors were just stretching. Let's go, back to our cultivation."

...Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh. The figure instantly streaked into the Shadow Clan's core area.

The scene shifted to the council hall, where the figure appeared.

"I will guarantee it!"

Everyone looked towards the voice and saw a person with an incredibly youthful appearance, his face still carrying some lingering childishness, wearing a voluminous Purple-gold Daoist Robe.

The robe fluttered gently, making his thin frame even more apparent, yet the person exuded an innate pride.

To describe him more aptly, he looked more like a Daoist Boy by the side of some grandmaster.

"It's actually you!"

The representatives of the Hundred Clans all looked over and exclaimed in surprise, their faces filled with awe. They hurriedly bowed in greeting, not daring to be negligent in the slightest.

Shadow Water Right Clarity was naturally the same. He immediately left his throne and bowed respectfully toward the other party with a very humble posture.

However, unlike the others, Shadow Water Right Clarity was not at all surprised by the newcomer's arrival.

They bowed so respectfully to this young being only because his identity was truly extraordinary.

Especially his peculiar appearance, which seemed out of place in the eyes of the Hundred Clans—he clearly belonged to a race that had already perished back in the ancient times.

It was like a modern person walking on the street and suddenly seeing a saber-toothed tiger.

Li Jinian looked over and couldn't help but feel surprised—the person actually had the appearance of a Human Race Cultivator.

Compared to the strangely shaped and distinctive races around him, this person stood out, yet inexplicably made him feel a sense of familiarity and closeness.

But strictly speaking, this Daoist Boy actually had a great connection with Li Jinian.

"Who is this? Let me think."

Li Jinian looked at the Daoist Boy and fell into deep thought.

Half a breath later, he suddenly remembered. The identity of this Daoist Boy—he was actually the very first living being born in the Jinian Great World.

That's right, he was exactly that blade of grass born after the world was first created!

At the beginning, he had given some help, transforming into the appearance of his Fellow Countryman Qin Dong to visit it a few times, but later he had no time to look after it and simply let it fend for itself.

Li Jinian also never expected this. He thought the other party would gradually dissipate with the continuous cycles of heaven and earth, becoming an inconspicuous speck of dust in the long river of the Sword and Blade Plane's history.

He didn't expect the other party to still be alive. Not only that, he had even reached the terrifying cultivation Realm of a Half-Step Void Returning Dao Monarch!

Such an achievement was simply inconceivable.

Ridiculous, truly too ridiculous.

Li Jinian was shocked and subconsciously spread his Divine Sense instantly.

Before long, he scanned the entire Sword and Blade Plane thoroughly, only to find that the other party was the only Half-Step Void Returning Dao Monarch in the entire plane.

Without a doubt, he was also the strongest in the entire Sword and Blade Plane.

The current Sword and Blade Plane was not yet very powerful. The quality of the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi could only allow one person to become a Half-Step Void Returning Dao Monarch at most.

As for others, the highest they could reach was the Soul Transformation Late Stage.

And even so, there was a limit to the number of people who could reach the Soul Transformation Late Stage.

No wonder the representatives of the Hundred Clans and Shadow Water Right Clarity were all so respectful to him. After all, to them, such a being was a literal living fossil, possessing a highly venerable status that commanded great respect.

While they were negotiating, Li Jinian briefly browsed through the other party's entire development trajectory.

He found that the other party's story was like a web novel, starting from a single weed and embarking on the path of Immortal Cultivation.

On the path of Immortal Cultivation, he went through countless dangers. First, he was almost stepped on by a passing creature at the very beginning. Then, after finally surviving, he encountered the chaotic war of the Myriad Clans in the ancient era.

He finally managed to survive the chaotic war of the Myriad Clans, waiting for the great change in the world and the emergence of Spiritual Qi.

Who would have thought the Sword and Blade Era would begin, with the two major camps fighting so fiercely that the heavens collapsed and the earth split in a storm of blood.