Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1333 - 719: Chun Jun Ancestor (Part 3)
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The echoes of the call eventually died away, yet the legendary Chun Jun Ancestor failed to manifest.
With a face turned pale and ashen, Fengyi True Monarch forced his voice to ring out once more, his shout booming like a clap of thunder, "A great catastrophe is upon us! Why does the Ancestor continue to slumber? Please, wake at once..."
Wake up...
Wake up...
The Divine Split Zhao Sheng watched the scene with a sense of amusement, for he had never encountered any mention of a Chun Jun Ancestor in his past lives.
Even during the era when the Blood God commanded an army from beyond to invade the Tianzhu Realm, the Supreme Sensing Sect had never called upon such a figure.
This Sect was truly devious, concealing their trump cards with such depth.
Their notorious reputation was certainly well-earned!
As these thoughts crossed his mind, the mystical sea beneath the Grotto Heaven underwent a violent transformation, the water churning fiercely as massive waves crashed toward the heavens.
A surge of water ascended into the Cloud Sea, instantly morphing into a potent, fragrant aroma of wine.
In a mere breath, the heavy scent of spirits saturated every corner of the Grotto Heaven.
Suddenly, Zhao Sheng’s vision blurred as a stout figure materialized out of thin air, surrounded by that same intoxicating wine fragrance.
At first glance, the newcomer looked like a youth with pale, lotus-root limbs, handsome features, and red lips; however, his head was strikingly bald, smooth as a boiled egg.
The figure was clearly in a state of deep intoxication, his eyes hazy as if he hadn't yet recovered from a massive hangover; he appeared dazed, stumbling as if half-asleep.
Seeing this, Fengyi True Monarch was filled with joy and bowed low in haste, speaking with deep reverence, "Ancestor, please look! This intruder has trespassed upon our Sect gates without cause and even dares to try and destroy our Foundation! I beg the Ancestor to suppress this arrogant and foolish creature."
Just as he finished speaking, a brilliant Divine Light erupted from Zhao Menghan’s forehead. A tall, slender figure stepped out from the radiance, manifesting as a semi-translucent humanoid form that bore a striking resemblance to Zhao Sheng.
Zhao Sheng stared solemnly at the "Chun Jun Ancestor" before him, feeling a mixture of trepidation and clarity.
This "Chun Jun Ancestor" was no living human, but rather the True Spirit of a Magical Treasure. It existed in a state far more tangible and liberated than the Red God Banner, with a rank that undoubtedly surpassed the True Form stage.
To encounter another Primordial Yang Spiritual Treasure only days after the last was a stroke of luck that felt almost bizarre.
In that moment, Zhao Sheng realized that this entire "Grotto Heaven" was actually the transformed state of a Primordial Yang Spiritual Treasure, which explained why the space felt so restricted.
Upon this realization, Zhao Sheng grew wary, mentally preparing to lose this Returning to Void Divine Split.
He felt a flicker of anxiety, however, because he had lost his connection to his "main body" the moment he entered this Spiritual Treasure's "Grotto Heaven."
Because of this, he was unable to transmit any warnings or have his "main body" prepare for the threat of the "Chun Jun Ancestor."
Meanwhile, Fengyi True Monarch had called out three times to fully rouse his clan's Ancestor.
The Chun Jun Youth gave a lazy yawn and suddenly sat cross-legged in mid-air. He looked toward the humanoid Divine Split with drowsy eyes and unexpectedly spat out two words: "Die now!"
His voice was moderate in volume, yet it carried the weight of an absolute decree, drawing an immediate reaction from the very fabric of heaven and earth.
Zhao Sheng felt the surrounding void cave in toward him. At the same time, an irresistible restrictive force clamped down, turning the local space-time as hard as Jingang, leaving him no room to move or retreat.
In the following instant, the Divine Split simply dissolved, vanishing without a trace like a popping bubble.