Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1332 - 719: Chun Jun Ancestor

"I am uncertain of what questions you wish to ask. Let me state once more: my presence here is solely to reclaim the relics belonging to the Qiong Tian Ancestor. I harbor no other motives," Zhao Menghan declared, his expression turning solemn.

Daoist Qingqiu’s gaze shifted subtly as he received a secret transmission from the True Monarch.

An instant later, his face transformed into a mask of smiles. With a casual flick of his sleeve, he drew back all the Cow Hair Gold Needles. "Ah, it appears I have misjudged Taoist Zhao," he said with a hint of apology in his voice. "Please, do not take offense. My Sect is currently preparing for a grand millennial festival, leaving me on edge. I mistakenly suspected you were here to cause a disturbance."

Zhao Menghan’s features softened slightly, his tone becoming less guarded. "I see. It seems my arrival was poorly timed!"

"Fate moves in its own way. I hope for your understanding, Taoist Zhao!" Qing Yuan Taoist added quickly, laughing as he offered an explanation.

Zhao Menghan spoke with gravity, "Since this was merely a misunderstanding, I shall not dwell on it. However... in light of the deep connection our families have shared for millennia, I hope you will permit me to trade for the return of the Qiong Tian Ancestor’s three relics."

Daoist Qingqiu was briefly stunned before replying indifferently, "As for that matter... it requires further deliberation! Since you have traveled this far, Taoist Zhao, why not remain with our Sect for a duration? It would provide an excellent opportunity for us to share Cultivation insights."

Zhao Menghan’s heart grew heavy upon hearing those words. The hidden meaning was unmistakable—they intended to place him under house arrest!

Just as he wavered on whether to comply, a flash of misty thunder light suddenly erupted from between his eyebrows.

Boom—

The thunderous light instantly saturated the entire high platform. It paralyzed the four Nascent Soul Cultivators—Qingqiu, Qing Yuan, Qing Jue, and Bai Lin—freezing their very thoughts and consciousness in place.

In the following breath, several bolts of purple-gold lightning manifested from the void. They coiled around the necks of the four men, instantly hardening into three shimmering purple-gold collars.

These collars pulsed with a faint electrical glow, radiating a terrifying aura of pure destruction.

This sudden escalation caught Zhao Menghan completely off guard. Nearby, the hidden Fengyi True Monarch suffered a violent change in expression, his complexion turning ghostly pale.

"Taoist Zhao, I beg you to show mercy!" Seeing the peril, Fengyi True Monarch was forced to reveal himself. He bowed respectfully toward Zhao Menghan, cupping his hands in an earnest plea.

"So... you have finally chosen to appear!"

Before Zhao Menghan could speak, a voice rang out. It was vastly different from his usual tone—deeper, more resonant, and filled with power.

As the voice faded, the four Daoists regained their senses, immediately feeling the strange weight around their necks.

They instinctively reached up to pull at the collars, but their hands stopped mid-air. Their bodies became as rigid as cold iron, and beads of cold sweat began to pour down their brows.

Terrified and unable to move even an inch, the four could only cast desperate, helpless glances toward Fengyi True Monarch from the corners of their eyes.

Fengyi True Monarch’s eyelid twitched. Despite his internal panic, he maintained a facade of calm. "If there is blame to be assigned, it lies with me! I should not have permitted Qingqiu to test you, nor should I have been so negligent toward such an esteemed guest. I offer my sincere apologies, honoring the thousands of years of friendship between our lineages."

"Heh! A hollow display of sentiment, boy! Had I not seen through your ruse, you might have actually fooled me." The figure of "Zhao Sheng," now acting as a Divine Split, gave a cold, mocking laugh. "Surrender the relics of the Qiong Tian Ancestor this instant, and I shall depart! Otherwise... do not blame me for tearing your Sect asunder!"

Fengyi True Monarch’s face darkened as he realized a different entity was now in control of the situation.

"Our Sect holds only the Chasing Sun Bow and the Sumeru Ring; the Nine Nether Tower is not in our possession. If those two relics are what you seek, I am prepared to offer them with both hands, asking only that you leave in peace."

This surprisingly submissive attitude caught "Zhao Sheng" by surprise.

He felt a wave of confusion. As a True Monarch of the Supreme Sensing Sect, the man should not have surrendered so easily.

Why... was there no resistance? Why did he capitulate without even a probe?

"Zhao Sheng" did not realize that his true nature had already been exposed.

From the moment that thunder circle manifested, Fengyi True Monarch had identified him as the mysterious Returning to Void expert who had wiped out the Ghost God Sect.

The only thing Fengyi True Monarch hadn’t expected was this master’s deep tie to the Cloud Mist Zhao Family, or that he would come personally for the Chasing Sun Bow and the other treasures.

While the Chasing Sun Bow and Sumeru Ring could be surrendered, the Nine Nether Tower was a different matter entirely. It held a colossal secret that he could never disclose to an outsider, let alone allow it to be taken away.

"Since... you refuse to surrender it, I shall simply take it myself!"

Although Zhao Sheng wasn't certain he could locate the Nine Nether Tower, Daoist Qingqiu’s suspicious behavior had provided a lead.

Even if the tower wasn't physically within the Supreme Sensing Sect, Fengyi True Monarch and his peers were undoubtedly involved in its disappearance.

"You... you push us too far!" Fengyi True Monarch’s face contorted with humiliation. His shout was a mixture of absolute rage and desperation.

Before the echoes of his voice could fade, he suddenly looked toward the heavens and let out a piercing howl, "In this hour of great peril, your unworthy disciple Feng Yi humbly invites Ancestor... Chun Jun to manifest!"

Manifest...

Manifest...

The cry reverberated through the Grotto Heaven, shaking the entire Supreme Sensing Sect. Countless disciples, core inheritors, and even Nascent Soul Elders rose in response to the summons.

In a heartbeat, numerous Supreme Spirit Towers erupted with dazzling radiance. Great pillars of light shot from their peaks into the heavens, piercing the thick Cloud Mist and throwing the celestial spirit clouds into total chaos.