Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1323 - 715: Cloud Mist Zhao Family

"Immortal... Immortal Artifact! Who exactly are you?"

Having originally been the True Spirit of a Magical Treasure, the Red God Spirit Venerable possessed an extraordinary sensitivity toward others of its kind.

The moment the Five Elements Thunder Ring manifested, the Spirit Venerable instantly identified its true nature. It was immediately paralyzed with terror, as if it were confronting its absolute natural nemesis!

Unaware of the Red God Spirit Venerable’s panic, Zhao Sheng concentrated his entire spirit on controlling the Five Elements Thunder Ring. Given his current level of Cultivation, he found the task to be an immense burden.

Overwhelmed by a fear so deep it felt as though its soul might flee to the heavens, the Red God Spirit Venerable instinctively pulled back the Blood Banner. In a flash, the banner streaked away, attempting to vanish thousands of miles into the distance.

BOOM~

An invisible yet thunderous roar erupted from the Five Elements Thunder Ring as it flickered with light!

In the following breath, the Five Elements Thunder Ring ensnared the Red God Banner. As waves of five-colored lightning washed over the surface of the Blood Banner, the Chi Clan’s Divine Banner trembled several times before its light grew dull. It surrendered obediently, all life seemingly drained from it.

Zhao Sheng soared forward, seizing the crystalline pole of the Red God Banner. He flooded the weapon with his Divine Thought, immediately detecting that the Magical Treasure’s True Spirit was on the verge of death, sending only the faintest pleas for mercy into his mind.

Seeing this, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes. His will force field erupted, manifesting as a chilling cold light that aggressively bored into the Red God Banner, systematically sealing the True Spirit’s Spiritual Sense bit by bit.

After a long period, the Red God Banner fell completely silent. It now resembled a common, unremarkable small flag, its True Spirit entirely suppressed and locked in a state of eternal stillness.

Only then did Zhao Sheng allow himself to relax. He withdrew the Red God Banner and, after applying several additional sealing secret techniques, solemnly stowed it away within his Sumeru Space.

Then, he began forming hand seals. His body radiated a blinding thunder light as his surging Divine Thought and will force field combined to slowly lift the Five Elements Thunder Ring. As if hoisting an object of impossible weight, he gradually guided the treasure back into his Purple Mansion Soul Sea, where it would continue to be suppressed by the Hundred Generations Book.

Shortly thereafter, Zhao Sheng’s figure descended back toward the Ghost God Sect’s gate, which had been reduced to level ground.

He stared at the earth below with an expressionless face. A brilliant Divine Light shone from his forehead, and in an instant, a magnificent Divine Thought—as vast as the cosmos itself—swept out in every direction with irresistible power.

Within a heartbeat, everything within a thousand-mile radius fell under his absolute "control." His Divine Thought permeated every inch of the terrain and reached hundreds of miles deep into the ground.

At that moment, no secret could hide from his all-encompassing search technique!

"Decree: Rise!"

Zhao Sheng’s voice was low, yet it was immediately followed by a colossal, indifferent roar that thundered across the landscape.

What followed was a truly staggering sight!

Countless plumes of dust suddenly burst from the ground. Whether lying on the surface or buried in the deep earth, innumerable "objects" ascended into the sky, appearing like a vast sea of brilliant, multicolored lights in the heavens.

Magical Treasures, Jade Scrolls, Spiritual Medicine, Spirit Stones, and various Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures... Every item of value, without exception, took flight. They converged into massive torrents of wealth, resembling great dragons of Treasure Light that set the sky ablaze.

Zhao Sheng reached out with his right hand, fingers spread wide as a faint light swirled in his palm. The rivers of treasure then surged toward him, flowing into his hand like water returning to the ocean, vanishing without a trace in an instant.

The scene was nothing short of a divine miracle!

Hidden in the various corners of the Ghost God Sect’s ruins, the few survivors who had escaped the heavenly lightning watched in paralyzed shock, their hearts filled with utter disbelief.

Moments later, the entire accumulation of the Overlord-level Ghost God Sect, gathered over millennia, was in Zhao Sheng’s possession.

The harvest was so massive that even though his Sumeru Space was large enough to hold a mountain, it was now ninety-nine percent full, nearly reaching its limit.

Zhao Sheng felt a deep sense of satisfaction. While he had little personal use for the majority of these treasures, they were the perfect gifts for the Zhao Family.

This would serve as an "offering" from the ancestor to his descendants.

As he was organizing the loot within his space, two shadowy figures cautiously huddled together.

"Master... Master Ancestor! When will that... that person finally leave?"

"Shh, do not use sound transmission. Be careful not to let that one 'hear' you. My disciple, follow me quickly to the secret vault to hide. We must stay there for several years before emerging. We must be cautious in all things! The legacy of our Ghost God Sect cannot be allowed to end. You and I must depend on one another to restore the sect in the future!"

"Master Ancestor, I’m afraid... I’m afraid..."

"Hmph, what are you muttering about now?"

"Disciple was saying, I fear... I fear that man might not leave any of us alive!"

"Bah! You are afraid of shadows..."

The "Master Ancestor" had only just begun to scold when his face suddenly turned a deep red. His body went rigid, as if he had been bound by some invisible force.

The "disciple" beside him met the same fate. Both looked as though they were suffocating, their eyes swimming with terror and hopelessness.

In the next instant, the two were yanked into the air. The layers of earth above them split apart, creating a direct path to the surface.

Elsewhere, six others were suffering the exact same fate, including a Nascent Soul Elder.

These eight people had believed they had narrowly escaped the catastrophe, never realizing that Zhao Sheng had been monitoring their every movement.

Moments later, beneath the open sky, eight miserable figures lay sprawled at Zhao Sheng’s feet. Their eyes rolled back and their bodies twitched uncontrollably!