Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1347 - 726: Farewell to Chun Jun (Part 2)

She pivoted instantly, offering a respectful bow toward the spirit puppet before speaking with gravity: "Xing Yu humbly entreats the Ancestor to take action and suppress these two insolent fools."

Before No-Life or Ancestor Jue Xing could even process the situation, the Tiger Head Spirit Puppet vanished from their sight, moving at a velocity that defied imagination!

Their divine thoughts could barely track the spirit puppet's path, yet their physical bodies were far too slow to respond.

In contrast to the spirit puppet, which moved "fast as lightning," their own motions were sluggish, resembling two "wooden poles" rooted firmly in the ground.

In that fleeting moment, No-Life barely managed to trigger the life-saving treasure hidden in his robes. A massive expanse of ink-black fire manifested out of thin air, instantly cloaking him in the protective shroud of the Nine Nether Demon Flame.

This pitch-black fire originated from a cryptic meteorite and held a terrifying capability to corrode all things it touched.

The demon flame radiated an inconceivable heat, causing the very void to warp and ripple wherever the flames flickered.

However, when faced with the spirit puppet, the Nine Nether Demon Flame failed to corrode even a speck of the radiant silver giant sword.

Aside from Zhao Sheng, no one realized that this seemingly plain silver blade was far rarer than any top-grade magic treasure; it was, in fact, a spiritual treasure.

Boom!

The silver giant sword sliced through the barrier of demon flame with ease, slamming into No-Life’s forehead. The impact of such immense, indescribable force rendered him unconscious instantly.

Without a moment's pause, the spirit puppet extended its vacant left hand. With a palm the size of a fan, it struck Ancestor Jue Xing across the forehead, forcing him to share No-Life’s fate.

The Tiger Head Spirit Puppet then gathered their limp bodies onto its blade and calmly drifted back to its original position.

The sequence of events might have seemed prolonged, but it occurred with unbelievable haste; in the time it takes to blink, two Nascent Soul Ancestors had been reduced to captives.

The spirit puppet’s prowess was truly staggering, leaving not only the "Cloud Rain Fairy" Zhao Xingyu stunned, but also filling the hearts of the countless Zhao Clan members with awe.

Watching from the shadows, Zhao Sheng felt a flicker of dissatisfaction; to him, the spirit puppet’s speed felt "too slow."

It was clear that Zhao Menghan had been far too weak at the end of her life. With only a Nascent Soul cultivation, she was unable to draw out the true hidden potential of the spirit puppet.

One must realize that a spirit puppet in its prime could possess combat power equivalent to a Half-Immortal of the Void.

The true secret behind the spirit puppet’s "might" was found in the concept of "True Time."

Though a single breath remains a single breath.

The definition of that "breath" varies across different cultivation realms.

While No-Life and his peer felt only "one breath" had passed, for the spirit puppet, that duration was as long as several dozen breaths.

To put it simply, they were just "too slow."

"This is... incredible speed! I congratulate the Ancestor on reversing life and death. From this day forth, you are invincible under heaven!" Zhao Xingyu quickly shook off her shock and offered a jubilant bow of celebration to the spirit puppet.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng materialized before them. With a flick of his wrist, a gray ring drifted toward the Tiger Head Spirit Puppet, who reached out to seize it.

"This Sumeru Ring is yours to guard from now on. I have placed certain items within. You may use them as you deem appropriate later."

Hearing the Ancestor's command, the Tiger Head Spirit Puppet nodded repeatedly. It spoke for the first time in a heavy, muffled tone: "Menghan will not fail the Ancestor’s hopes. I shall certainly lead the Zhao Family to the Absolute Peak of this world and restore our glory as the first family under Heaven."

Since being transformed into the spirit puppet, Zhao Menghan had surrendered most of her human emotions and desires, becoming distant and quiet.

Zhao Sheng gave a detached nod before shifting his attention to Zhao Xingyu. He spoke softly: "Since these two fools delivered themselves to us, they shall stay. Utilizing these two Nascent Souls will grant you more time to focus on your cultivation. Nascent Souls are ultimately too fragile; I have high expectations for you and hope to encounter you again in the Taiyi Spirit Realm."

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng gestured, releasing two beams of prohibition divine light that struck the foreheads of No-Life and Ancestor Jue Xing.

From this point forward, unless an Integration Realm Great Power intervened, the seal placed upon their Soul Seas was unbreakable.

No-Life and his companion were now bound to obey Zhao Xingyu’s every whim, incapable of resistance.

Realizing the Ancestor intended to depart, Zhao Xingyu’s excitement vanished, replaced by urgency. She pleaded, "Ancestor, the Cloud Mist Zhao Family is currently struggling and requires your leadership. Furthermore—"

"Have no fear! I am not leaving this instant. I shall depart only when the proper time arrives," Zhao Sheng said, cutting her off abruptly.

Zhao Xingyu felt a wave of relief at his words.

Zhao Sheng then gave his instructions: "I intend to stay within the Chunjun Cave Heaven for several days. You two shall manage the remaining affairs."

"Ancestor, that Chun Jun Ancestor is a strange one. He will likely bar your entry. Perhaps..." Zhao Menghan quickly attempted to advise him.

"Haha, I am well aware of what I am doing. There is no need for concern... I am going!"

Before his sentence could finish, he dissolved into the air.

"Sister, do you think the Ancestor will end up fighting the Chun Jun Ancestor again?" Zhao Menghan sent an anxious divine transmission to the spirit puppet.

The Tiger Head Spirit Puppet offered no reply. It simply lifted the silver giant sword, carrying the bodies of No-Life and his companion as it flew toward the rear mountains, soon vanishing among the high peaks.

Watching this, Zhao Menghan let out a melancholy sigh, feeling as though the true Ancestor Menghan had perished, never to return.

Just then, several streaks of light rose from the city, rapidly flying toward her position.

Seeing them, Zhao Menghan descended slowly to meet the group of Golden Core juniors, her face becoming stern and authoritative.

"Listen to my decree: the Ancestor’s reversal of life and death is a supreme clan secret and must never be disclosed. Regarding the Heavenly Tribulation, you are to claim that a passing ancestor from the Spirit Realm happened to visit our clan, and it was they who triggered the tribulation. Choose your words with care, but remain intentionally vague."

The Golden Core Masters acknowledged the order with fervor. Each of them wore a wide grin, unable to suppress their thrill.

They all understood that this day signified the rebirth of the Zhao Family. From now on, their clan would fear nothing, and their future was limitless.

... Upon the Dead Star, a lone figure silently appeared.

The previous conflict had permanently scarred the landscape of this Dead Star, carving a massive chasm near the equator that spanned nearly a thousand kilometers.

The ground was caked in hardened lava and dark brown stone covering a third of the star, while dormant volcanoes loomed like the corpses of giants.

Zhao Sheng’s form flickered, and he instantly reached the depths of the Earth’s Core Abyss. There, a massive, milky-white wine jug floated in the air, glowing softly.

His sudden presence startled the Chun Jun Youth.

The giant jug flared with brilliant light, and a burst of white radiance erupted from its opening.

The light twisted and took shape, transforming in an instant into a small, stout youth dressed in white.

The Chun Jun Youth’s eyes shifted rapidly, his posture defensive and cold. Staring at Zhao Sheng, he barked, "Why have you returned! You aren't welcome here, leave at once!"

"Little fatty, it seems I didn't beat you enough last time. Are you looking for another thrashing?"

As he spoke, Zhao Sheng deliberately began rolling up his sleeves, wearing a menacing grin.

A flash of terror crossed the Chun Jun Youth’s face. He waved his hands frantically, yelling, "Wait! Stop!"

"What? Are you begging for mercy now?" Zhao Sheng paused, his voice teasing.

"You... do not be so arrogant! I am not someone you can bully easily. I have nine sworn siblings, and every one of them is a Primordial Yang Spirit Treasure. My eldest brother is the Heavenly Spirit Treasure, the Immortal Slaying Sword! If you value your life, stay back. If I call for my brother, it will be your funeral!"

The Chun Jun Youth acted tough, but internally he was trembling and confused.

He was baffled—even though he had sent a distress signal long ago, no one had arrived to deal with this despicable, wicked man.