Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1315 - 711: Complying with Heaven and Responding to Destiny

"Ancestor above, please receive the bow of your unworthy descendant, Zhao Dingshan!"

With these words, Zhao Dingshan dropped to his knees with great solemnity, performing a grand kowtow.

Emotional and weeping as he bowed, he added, "For many years, the young and old of our entire clan have waited fervently for your return, honorable Ancestor. Today, I finally behold your jade-like presence—truly the Dragon Seal and Phoenix Demeanor, radiant as an immortal!"

Zhao Sheng had long ago grown weary of such hollow flattery. He replied in a neutral tone, "I have little patience for mundane formalities; you may stand."

"Yes!" Zhao Dingshan answered, rising immediately to stand tall and respectful at the side.

Taking a few steps toward the Jade Couch, Zhao Sheng sat cross-legged before speaking. "I have traveled to the Tianzhu Realm to collect the relics left by our Ancestor, fulfilling the dying wish entrusted to me by the Qiong Tian Ancestor. Ancestor Jing should have sent a decree regarding this. Are you informed?"

"This..." Upon hearing the question, Zhao Dingshan felt a shiver in his heart. After a moment of hesitation, he nodded gloomily. "The Ancestor did mention this. However..."

"Hmm? Did something unexpected occur?" Zhao Sheng’s brows rose, sensing an unspoken anxiety from the man.

Zhao Dingshan’s face flushed deep red with shame. He confessed, "Ancestor, your wisdom is as vast as the ocean; I would not dare hide the truth. This matter concerns a dark chapter in the history of the Zhao Family. Those shameless traitors ignored our ancestral laws and defected to another realm. Not only that, they embezzled our wealth, stealing most of the treasures our clan spent millennia accumulating. They even... they even offered our ancestral relics as gifts to external Great Sects."

He continued, "This event has brought shame upon the Zhao Family ancestors for generations; it is an unprecedented disgrace. I am truly ashamed to even speak of it!"

Zhao Sheng’s expression remained as still as an ancient well. He asked indifferently, "Is that so? Does this mean the Nine Nether Tower, Ten Thousand Fire Tripod, Sumeru Ring, Chasing Sun Bow, and the other relics are now in the hands of outsiders?"

"Alas, we descendants have failed you, Ancestor. You have guessed correctly. Except for the Ten Thousand Fire Tripod, all the other treasures were carried off by those traitors to the Spring Birth Realm," Zhao Dingshan sighed.

Zhao Sheng listened in silence, then murmured to himself, "The Spring Birth Realm? It is not far from here. It seems I must go through the trouble of traveling once more."

Hearing this, Zhao Dingshan’s heart pounded, and an ominous premonition washed over him.

He had intended to incite the Ancestor’s fury, yet he found the man showed no trace of anger at all.

At this moment, he realized the Ancestor had transcended such emotions and clearly intended to remain a bystander.

His suspicion was entirely correct.

Zhao Sheng had no desire to involve himself in the Zhao Family’s internal feuds. Even if their strife caused a schism and depleted the family’s Primordial Qi, what did it matter to him?

Even if a branch of the clan chose to migrate and integrate into the Spring Birth Realm, so what?

The Central Sect, led by Zhao Dingshan, constantly bragged about its pure lineage and clung to past glory, forgetting that one must adapt to survive.

In Zhao Sheng’s eyes, the various Zhao sects in the Tianzhu Realm were nothing but a group of stagnant fools who lacked the drive to progress.

They were well aware that the Tianzhu Realm would eventually turn into a 'Spiritless' wasteland, yet they foolishly dreamed of reversing the inevitable. It was a path of self-destruction born of sheer stupidity.

By now, the Zhao bloodline had already spread across many realms, and the clan's true 'future' had moved to the Taiyi Spirit Realm.

People like Zhao Dingshan refused to accept the harsh truth: the Tianzhu Realm was abandoned, and the clan members should have sought new paths long ago.

The Netherworld Realm, Mingye Realm, Da Chun Realm, Black Sand Realm, Cloud Sea Realm... even the Spring Birth Realm—these worlds scattered across the universe were all potential paths to survival.

Over the last seven or eight thousand years, those with true vision had already departed. Those like Zhao Dingshan who remained were simply beyond saving.

Therefore, Zhao Sheng would not waste his energy. Since these people refused to leave the Tianzhu Realm, they could return to the 'mundane' world along with it.

As the saying goes: Your bodies and names will perish, but the rivers will flow forever!

Time is the most powerful force in the universe; it eventually changes everything.

Perhaps in tens or hundreds of thousands of years, the Tianzhu Realm would wake from its slumber, the Spiritual Tide would rise, and a new world of Spiritual Energy would be born.

Zhao Dingshan still hoped the Ancestor would intervene to save them, unaware that the Zhao sects had already been quietly abandoned by their forebears.

Though Zhao Xuanjing and the other ancestors never said it aloud, their actions had long confirmed this truth.

For three thousand years, not a single Zhao ancestor from the Taiyi Spirit Realm had returned here. The decrees from the Upper Realm had become increasingly rare, revealing their true intentions.

Ironically, people like Zhao Dingshan were not ignorant of this 'deeper meaning'; they simply clung to wishful thinking, refusing to face the reality of their situation.

After Zhao Sheng had read the intelligence Jade Scroll, he had already deduced Zhao Xuanjing’s true intent. Thus, he had decided to remain a spectator before he even began his journey.

Filled with desperation and clinging to a final hope, Zhao Dingshan continued to pour his heart out. He repeatedly lamented the humiliations the family had suffered and cursed the 'traitorous branches' who had left.

The more he spoke, the more worked up he became. His heart was so filled with indignation and sorrow that his hair stood on end, and he began to weep bitterly.