Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1336 - 721: Arrogance Turns to Deference, A Wise Man Submits to Circumstances

As if aging several centuries in an instant, Fengyi True Monarch appeared utterly broken. With a heavy heart and visible reluctance, he pulled a grime-covered ring from his finger.

He began the process of transferring the treasures stored within that Sumeru Ring into various other Storage Bags. His face was a mask of humiliation as he finally presented the Sumeru Ring to his opponent.

The sudden and drastic reversal of his fortunes was something he had never anticipated.

It was a profound disgrace that the Chun Jun Ancestor, the very Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure meant to protect their Sect, had turned against his own kin. Instead of providing defense, the Ancestor had sided with an outsider to extort the treasure from him.

Fengyi True Monarch, however, had miscalculated one crucial thing.

To the youthful manifestation of the Chun Jun Ancestor, the displeasure of a mere Divinity Transformation junior was trivial. It couldn't compare to the danger of making an enemy out of a Holy Beast Bloodline at the Returning to Void Realm.

Accepting the Sumeru Ring with a casual motion, Zhao Sheng tucked it away into the folds of his sleeve.

“Fellow Daoist is indeed a man of his word. However, I suspect only this Divinity Transformation junior can reveal the true location of the Nine Nether Tower. Would Fellow Daoist permit me to question him?”

“Ask whatever you wish! Should he dare to speak a single lie, this Ancestor will deal with him personally,” the Chun Jun Youth replied, a bright smile on his face.

These words sent a shiver through Fengyi True Monarch’s soul; he knew all too well that the Chun Jun Ancestor was not being polite.

His eyes flickering with intent, Zhao Sheng turned his attention toward Fengyi True Monarch. “Where can the Nine Nether Tower be found?” he asked tonelessly.

Sweat poured off Fengyi True Monarch immediately. He was consumed by grief and resentment, realizing he had been backed into a corner where no evasion was possible.

In a desperate moment of calculation, he chose to gamble. He replied with an air of total sincerity, “Reporting to Senior... this junior dares to swear an oath to the heavens that I truly do not know where the Nine Nether Tower is located.”

Zhao Sheng’s eyes narrowed slightly at this response. A faint, mocking smile touched his lips as he stared silently at Fengyi True Monarch’s face.

Observing this, the Chun Jun Ancestor’s expression shifted from surprise to a flash of indignant rage and shame.

Without uttering a word, the Ancestor waved a hand, instantly paralyzing Fengyi True Monarch where he stood.

Fear gripped Fengyi True Monarch as he suddenly coughed up a spray of essence blood, his aura instantly plummeting into a withered state.

A streak of black light suddenly erupted from his Purple Mansion at the brow. Upon reaching the Upper Sky, it expanded into a grey-black stone tower, eight-sided and nine stories tall, standing a foot high. It was undeniably the Nine Nether Tower.

Zhao Sheng’s eyes flashed with Divine Light. His Divine Thought surged out, wrapping around the Nine Nether Tower and pulling it to his side in a heartbeat.

“Haha! You’re far too inexperienced to try and play tricks in front of this Ancestor, brat!” The Chun Jun Youth’s eyes held a trace of surprise, though he maintained a mocking sneer.

Fengyi True Monarch’s complexion turned deathly pale. He clenched his teeth in silence, his spirit completely crushed.

He had spent nearly a century refining the Nine Nether Tower, only for the Chun Jun Ancestor to hand it over, destroying his path to the Dao. That he didn't lose his mind entirely was proof of his immense mental fortitude.

Just then, Daoist Qingqiu arrived in a flash of tunneling light.

Landing upon the raised platform, he produced a miniature bow of silver-white. He stepped toward Zhao Sheng with haste, offering the weapon respectfully with both hands.

“Senior, the Chasing Sun Bow has been brought. Please, accept this gift!”

Zhao Sheng gave a nod of approval. He took the Chasing Sun Bow and immediately secured it within his Sumeru Space.

At this sight, the Chun Jun Ancestor laughed and clapped his hands. “Haha! All three treasures have been returned. Is Fellow Daoist satisfied now?”

Zhao Sheng chuckled in response. “Fellow Daoist Chun Jun, your wisdom and generosity are admirable; Zhao Menghan is truly impressed. If I caused any offense earlier, I hope you can find it in you to forgive me.”

“Think nothing of it! It was merely a group of foolish juniors who failed to recognize greatness, resulting in this farce. Fortunately, we cleared up the misunderstanding in time. Otherwise, my Treasure body might not have survived Fellow Daoist’s strikes, haha!”

Amused by his own words, the Chun Jun Youth slapped his thigh and broke into a loud, solitary laugh.

Zhao Sheng watched him, a polite smile gradually forming on his face.

Boom~

The Chunjun Cave Heaven suffered another violent tremor. The internal walls of the Spiritual Treasure developed even deeper cracks, while countless motes of white light flickered, desperately trying to seal the damage.

The Chun Jun Youth’s laughter stopped instantly. He slapped his leg again, this time with a look of feigned regret. “Oh, I nearly forgot something vital! I shall release Fellow Daoist now; please, quickly tell that great senior to stop!”

Even as he spoke, shimmering rays of gentle light began to pour down from the Grotto Heaven’s Upper Sky.

In that moment, the version of “Zhao Sheng” inside the cave re-established a link with the entity outside.

In a split second, everything that had happened within was transmitted to the main body.

Above the Magma Sea at the Earth’s Core, the Thunder God Ape froze. Two sharp beams of light shot from its eyes, locking onto a pure white wine pot with an upturned lip that floated in the glowing red magma, radiating a soft light.

After the brutal beating it had received, the Chun Jun Pot had shrunk considerably, now no larger than a common wine vessel.

The lid of the pot shifted slightly, allowing bursts of white light to escape along with waves of a potent wine fragrance.

Inside the Chunjun Cave Heaven, Zhao Menghan’s excitement was interrupted as his body suddenly felt weightless. He felt himself being swept upward as if he were drifting through clouds and mist.

After a disorienting spin, he was shocked to find himself standing in the Starry Sky of the Outer Domain.

Beneath him, a gargantuan planet was in the throes of an awakening. He could see massive plumes of fiery magma erupting into the sky, while vast clouds of black and red smoke rapidly swirled around the planet, wrapping it in a suffocating, burning shroud.