Read Novel Full Chapter 1170: Chapter 1164: My Era Has Finally Begun
Chapter 1170: Chapter 1164: My Era Has Finally Begun
Just as Perfected Qiuyue words fell.
Gongyang Ju’s expression changed.
In the distance, flowers bloomed out of thin air. Amidst this sky full of dancing petals was a luxurious palanquin carved with dragons and phoenixes.
Reclining on it was a peerlessly handsome young master, flanked by two stunningly beautiful women.
One held a feather fan to fan him—and this fan was actually a supreme-grade Spirit Artifact—while the other fed him spiritual fruits that even Golden Core cultivators would fight tooth and nail over.
Even the palanquin bearers were sixteen exceptionally rare beauties.
Not a single one was below the Nascent Soul realm, and two of them were even at the Void Refining realm.
Unfortunately, these beauties possessed unstable auras; despite having decent innate talent, they had been forcibly elevated to this realm using medicinal pills and special methods.
It was a true waste of heavenly gifts.
The moment this person appeared, everyone in the Grotto-Heaven Paradise fixed their attention on him.
Even the dignified Zishu Ling’s eyes gleamed brightly.
Astonished whispers rippled through the crowd, and for a moment, their confidence in the impending great battle against the Azure Cloud Prefecture swelled.
“The monstrous genius of Grandhaven Prefecture, Banshu Ao.
Thirty thousand years ago, when His Majesty inspected Grandhaven Prefecture, he saw this person—who was then at the Golden Core realm—and His Majesty the Human Emperor proclaimed him the number one prodigy in the mortal realm.”
“In this world, the Qi Condensation realm has nine layers, reaching a peak of ten, yet he forcefully broke through to the eighteenth layer.
His Foundation Establishment took thirty years, and for thirty thousand years, his title as the number one Foundation Establishment cultivator in the mortal realm has remained unsurpassed.
He even refined a Divine Core during the Golden Core stage. While a Divine Core is the absolute limit of the Golden Core realm, it was not his limit.”
“The number one person below the Body Integration realm—who else could it be but him?”
Banshu Ao turned a deaf ear to the continuous praises, merely waiting for his maid to bite off a piece of a spiritual fruit and feed it into his mouth.
He was tired of hearing such words; how could a divine dragon soaring in the vast sky bother to listen to the rustling of crawling insects on the ground?
Perfected Qiuyue was seen stepping forward, but a fragrant breeze arrived even faster than him.
“Young Master Banshu, I am Zishu Ling. I have long heard of the Young Master’s great name; truly, hearing of your reputation pales in comparison to meeting you in person.”
Zishu Ling was more bashful and gentle than ever before, showing none of her usual arrogant and fiery demeanor.
“Surnamed Zishu?”
Banshu Ao did not sit up straight, maintaining his languid posture. He raised an eyebrow and cast a brief glance at Zishu Ling.
Heh, her looks couldn’t even compare to his maids. He merely offered a casual reply, “Greetings, Miss.”
He then looked toward Perfected Qiuyue, who was bowing in greeting.
“Qiuyue, having only these people is not enough. If the ones arriving over the coming days are nothing more than your sort of caliber, this Young Master will just return to Grandhaven Prefecture.”
“This…” Perfected Qiuyue’s face turned ugly.
This Banshu Ao was true to his name—his arrogance soared to the heavens, and he never gave anyone face.
A trace of anger flashed through Zishu Ling’s eyes.
Ordinary men couldn’t wait to curry favor with her, yet Banshu Ao didn’t even spare her a second glance.
She couldn’t help but scoff, “Could it be that Young Master Banshu is afraid?”
“Afraid?”
Banshu Ao scoffed through his nose.
“Azure Cloud Prefecture is the Li Clan’s home territory, and their Grotto-Heavens are situated within it.
With the profound foundation they’ve accumulated over many years in these troubled times, coupled with the entire population of the Azure Cloud Prefecture…
Back then, the Zhao Clan perished at the hands of the Li Clan, and today, the Li Clan’s strength has grown more than tenfold.
If Miss Zishu truly thinks this campaign will be easy, you would be better off returning to the Imperial Capital.”
“You…” Zishu Ling was furious.
Lacking a Dao Companion, she had harbored thoughts of using the monstrous genius Banshu Ao’s reputation to amass subordinates.
She never expected that someone with such a shining reputation could speak in such a detestable manner.
When Perfected Qiuyue heard that Banshu Ao wanted to leave, he found himself in a dilemma.
However, Zishu Ling sneered, “If I go back, you all will be the ones facing a true disaster.”
“Oh?” Banshu Ao looked slightly interested.
With the Human Emperor ruined, a fallen phoenix was worse than a chicken, yet he hadn’t expected this Zishu Ling to still possess some usefulness.
Perfected Qiuyue thought back to when Zishu Ling had previously managed to invite two Body Integration experts, his face lighting up with joy. “Could it be?”
At this moment.
A subtle Dao rhythm suddenly arose between heaven and earth.
Though hidden and restrained, it made everyone feel their breathing grow heavy, as if bearing the weight of a towering mountain.
Perfect timing!
Zishu Ling scoffed,
“The Eastern Sea Daoist Sanctuary’s Holy Master Haoqiong, Wang Jing! This is my teacher.
He once served under His Majesty, treading the Eastern Sea, and later cultivated there.
My teacher’s cultivation reaches the heavens. With him here, the Azure Cloud Prefecture can be destroyed with a mere flip of his hand…”
But before she could finish her sentence.
Rain began to fall from the cloudy sky.
Banshu Ao could no longer ignore his surroundings to listen to Zishu Ling’s boasting.
Finally shedding his languid posture, he turned his head.
Looking up at the source of the falling rain, a man in a blue robe, accompanied by a hundred white-robed cultivators, was approaching.
The aura he emanated was ancient and extraordinary.
That man merely lowered his eyes slightly, yet it was enough to strike sheer terror into Banshu Ao’s heart.
“Uncle Rain!”
Banshu Ao couldn’t help but utter the name out loud.
It was impossible not to; this person hailed from a bygone era, and an unknown number of people across the world had grown up listening to stories about him.
Li Chuyuan strolled forward. Looking up at Uncle Rain, whose gaze was fixed upon him, he gave a slight nod.
“The Imperial Dynasty once established the Heaven Control Directorate.
Ba Siyu was a part of it, governing the Earth Virtue of the lands. Master Ting Ye governed the essence of flora within the Imperial Dynasty’s borders… totaling five mighty figures of great merit.”
“Uncle Rain, meanwhile, governed the dispensing of rain across the Imperial Dynasty, holding the title of Merit Saint.”
“Unfortunately, he disappeared without a trace forty thousand years ago. His Heavenly Rain Sacred Method nourished the entire world.
Had he remained, at the very least, the Wu Tribe’s Divine Bird Totem would never have dared to step foot into the Western Frontier.”
Rain techniques countered heavenly fire; everyone nodded slightly in agreement.
If Uncle Rain hadn’t gone missing, when the Nirvana Sage Elder’s heavenly fire rained down back then, he could have cast a spell to extinguish the blaze entirely.
“The Azure Cloud Li Clan is finished.”
Banshu Ao murmured.
He no longer dared to look up at Uncle Rain.
The descent of a legendary figure he had heard tales of since childhood completely suppressed his usual arrogance.
At this moment, Zishu Ling’s beautiful face flushed bright red.
Looking left and right in embarrassment, she cursed inwardly, “Where did my teacher go? How could he let me lose so much face like this?”
Li Chuyuan clenched his fists tightly, his teeth gritted.
Over the years, ever since he left to cultivate at the Eternal Immortal Sect, he hadn’t even returned for the family’s grand sacrifices.
His clansmen had gradually alienated him.
It wasn’t that he had never searched his soul, wondering if his own flaws had led to such a predicament.
Especially when the family suddenly grew powerful.
The fact that his grandfather Jianning and great-uncle Jianshu had both surpassed him only deepened his regret.
His clansmen no longer accepted him, and even the Eternal Immortal Sect—due to their relationship with the Li Clan—had overlooked his status as a genius, allowing a prodigy like him to gather dust.
But now, looking at the continuous stream of experts pouring into the Grotto-Heaven, and seeing Uncle Rain—one of the three Great Elders of the Peerless Hall—descending from the cloudy sky specifically for him, he finally understood.
He had never made the wrong choice.
Those laughable clansmen back in Merit City never understood that raw strength was the ultimate answer in this world.
Instead, they spent their days clinging to blind superstitions regarding the Spirit Tablets in their hands.
They had elevated two pieces of trash—Li Qiuming and Li Chuxiu—to the position of Family Head.
Blinded and arrogant from a temporary surge in power, they had ultimately brought this dire situation upon themselves.
If he had been the Family Head, how could things have ever reached this point?
“Only destruction can bring forth new life. My era has finally begun.”
—
Donate on Ko-fi ➡️ [] ⬅️
Get Early Access to 90 Chapters: Search for “Dark Tea” on Ko-fi (Explore tab) and join my membership to read ahead!