Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1604: Chapter 989: Heavenly Constitution Road, White Cloud True Monarch (2)

Now that the Golden Core Cultivators had taken the field, there was no longer any chance for Foundation Establishment Cultivators to swoop in and pick up scraps.

“Yellow Springs Old Ghost! It’s time we settled our accounts!”

High above the firmament, a man in white robes with a square, upright face abruptly halted in front of the Yellow Springs Ancestor.

The Yellow Springs Ancestor, dressed in coarse hemp clothes, looked at the man before him with a warm smile on his face and said, “Little friend White Cloud, why go this far?”

That’s right, the man before him was precisely White Cloud True Monarch.

White Cloud True Monarch had not died. Although he had been besieged by the Golden-winged Eagle Demon King and the Earth-shaking Tiger Demon King at Dalisi Mountain, he had still retreated intact; not only did he not die, he wasn’t even injured.

However, he had not returned to White Cloud Immortal City, and only now did he show himself.

As for the reason!

Wasn’t it because Yellow Springs Hall had been scheming against White Cloud Immortal City from the shadows?

Compared to Yellow Springs Hall, the strength of White Cloud Immortal City was undoubtedly much weaker.

Most importantly, White Cloud True Monarch knew very clearly that his own strength could not block the attacks of the two Demon Kings, and even less could he contend against the Yellow Springs Old Ghost.

And now the reason he chose to appear was also to take revenge on the Yellow Springs Old Ghost.

This time, not only had he lost all face, he had also caused the White Cloud Dao to suffer a grievous loss.

If he did not retaliate, he would definitely become the laughingstock among many Golden Core Cultivators in the future.

For the sake of his own face, and to avenge the White Cloud Dao, he had to cause some trouble for the Yellow Springs Old Ghost.

Right now was the best opportunity.

The Grotto Heaven had fallen, the Taoist Envoy of the Heavenly Constitution Road had already departed, and next it would be the Golden Core Cultivators, Demon Kings, and Ghost Kings fighting over the spoils. Hadn’t the Yellow Springs Old Ghost plotted for so long precisely for this moment?

Now, as long as he could pin down the Yellow Springs Old Ghost, the Yellow Springs Old Ghost could forget about gaining any harvest.

“Hehe, Yellow Springs Old Ghost, although this old man is not your match, I can still manage to stall you for a few two hours!”

“This time, I’m going to make you come up empty-handed!”

White Cloud True Monarch spoke with a cold smile on his face.

His idea was very simple: delay the Yellow Springs Old Ghost and prevent him from competing for the benefits.

The Yellow Springs Old Ghost’s aged face sank slightly, his pair of pale eyes slowly turning into a gloomy black. His aura, which had been as calm as a still well, suddenly became incomparably cold and sinister.

Vast Ghost Qi erupted like a heaven-toppling tidal wave, while gusts of yin wind howled like ghosts wailing and wolves howling.

“You’re courting death!”

“Hmph! That depends on whether you have the ability!”

White Cloud True Monarch snorted coldly, and in the next instant, a great drum suddenly appeared before him.

This drum was over eight feet wide. Its body was a dark cyan, its surface densely covered with spiderweb-like silver-blue thunder patterns, like unextinguished thunder embers lying in wait. The drumhead was as thin as a cicada’s wing yet harder than refined steel; nine bronze chains were fastened along its sides, and Thunder Crystal Bells hung at the ends of the chains.

White Cloud True Monarch held two pitch-black drumsticks, sharp lightning flashing in his eyes as he brought the drumsticks down with ferocious force.

The drum sounded, and the lightning patterns flared to life.

The thunderous drumbeat rolled like distant sky-borne thunder, numbing one’s Divine Soul; immediately, arcs of lightning burst forth as the drum sound turned into tangible whips of thunder, lashing the void until it crackled.

As the drumbeat shuddered, the bells chimed in resonance with the thunder, and tens of thousands of lightning pillars poured down like waterfalls, instantly turning the surrounding dozens of miles into a hell of thunder.

With just a few strikes, the might he unleashed far surpassed the overwhelming thunder that Yang Zhenshan had produced with every means he had in the Sun Cave Heaven.

Dong dong dong~~

The drumbeats came one after another, growing ever more rapid.

Rumble rumble~~

Thunder roared in waves as countless bolts of lightning crisscrossed between heaven and earth.

“You brought this on yourself!”

Looking at the thunder filling the sky, the Yellow Springs Old Ghost’s face turned as black as coal.

Ghost Qi spread out, continually clashing amidst the myriad bolts of lightning. At the same time, a scroll of ink-dark river waves unfurled behind the Yellow Springs Ancestor.

From within the painting, surging river water swept forth, wrapped in the wails of millennia-old resentful spirits. In an instant, it flooded and drowned the ten thousand bolts of lightning.

Upon seeing this, White Cloud True Monarch did not show the slightest fear and beat the thunder war drum even more frantically.

This drum was his Lifebound Spiritual Artifact, named the Nine Heavens Thunder River.

The White Cloud Dao was founded by him, but he himself was only a First-order Loose Cultivator to begin with, without any deep heritage.

Thus, the inheritance of the White Cloud Dao mainly came from the opportunities he obtained.

And the inheritance he obtained was also a Thunder Skill inheritance.

Among it, the most important inheritance was the Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder Scripture.

The Nine Heavens Cloud Thunder Scripture and the Nine Heavens Thunder River were of one continuous lineage.

By comparison, the Yellow Springs Old Ghost’s inheritance was undoubtedly the Yellow Springs Atlas.

The Yellow Springs Water surged forth while the Nine Heavens thunder poured down. The two forces collided with a boom; in an instant, the spray exploded into billions of ink-dark droplets, each bead of water wrapped in a ghostly blue aura of death, only to be cleaved by lightning until they sizzled and smoked.

The thunderbolts were like golden long whips lashing into the turbid current, the steam they raised billowing into mist. Within the mist, countless phantoms of departed souls could be vaguely seen roaring; as soon as they poked their heads out, they were ripped apart by arcs of lightning.

In midair, clusters of light interwoven with dark green and Purple Gold exploded, the space itself crackling as it was torn by the two forces. Yellow Springs Water that spilled out and met the thunderfire actually ignited into eerie green ghost-flames.

When the thunder pillars smashed into the flood, they blasted out gaps several yards wide on the water’s surface, yet in the blink of an eye even more violent Yellow Springs Water surged in to fill them. The waves, carrying broken strands of lightning, counterattacked and dyed the Nine Heavens cloud layer dark as ink.

The Yellow Springs Old Ghost’s cultivation had reached the peak of Ghost King, equivalent to the peak of a Golden Core Cultivator.

Compared to him, White Cloud True Monarch’s cultivation was merely at the Golden Core Middle Stage.

With White Cloud True Monarch’s strength, he absolutely could not defeat the Yellow Springs Old Ghost, but White Cloud True Monarch only wanted to stall the Yellow Springs Ancestor; he had no intention of fighting him to the death.

So the battle between the two quickly fell into a state of maneuvering and probing.

You strike, I counter; they were fighting with great relish.

But if one observed carefully, one would notice that White Cloud True Monarch was constantly moving about, never clashing head-on with the Yellow Springs Ancestor.

And although the Yellow Springs Ancestor wanted to quickly drive White Cloud True Monarch away, he found it hard to take White Cloud True Monarch down in a short time.

As they fought, White Cloud True Monarch suddenly slipped into the Void.

At first, the Yellow Springs Ancestor was unwilling to enter the Void, but White Cloud True Monarch just kept shuttling back and forth between the Void and the main world, harassing the Yellow Springs Ancestor without pause.

In the end, driven to fury, the Yellow Springs Ancestor could only enter the Void and battle White Cloud True Monarch there.

The figures of the two vanished, shifting instead to incessantly collide and entangle within the Void.

However, before long White Cloud True Monarch leaped out of the Void again and resumed fighting the Yellow Springs Ancestor in the main world, but after not too long, the two of them went into the Void once more.

Just like that, they would fight in the main world for a while, then run off to fight in the Void for a while.

As time passed, their battle grew ever more intense, yet the place where they fought gradually grew farther and farther from the mountain range where the Sun Cave Heaven had fallen.

It was evident that White Cloud True Monarch’s plan had already succeeded: he had successfully entangled White Cloud True Monarch and lured White Cloud True Monarch away from the mountain range left behind by the Sun Cave Heaven.

The farther they fought, the farther they went, until they slowly vanished between heaven and earth and could no longer be seen.