Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension Chapter 1431: 772: The Dharma Assembly Begins, Yet Another Turn of Events

For any Cultivation Family, just how crucial is a living ancestor at the Returning to Void Realm with unparalleled might?

The response is incredibly vital, no doubt about it.

Having a Returning to Void Ancestor to anchor the clan turns the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan into a genuine “Small Immortal Faction.”

Lacking such a Returning to Void Ancestor, the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan drops to a mere second-rate Cultivation Force, forever eyed by hordes of “wolves and tigers,” losing bits of territory now and then.

Thus, Zhao Sheng’s comeback acts like refreshing rain at the perfect moment, pulling the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan back from the brink of disaster.

At the same time, Zhao Sheng’s abrupt emergence resembles a massive boulder crashing into a calm pond, stirring up massive ripples right away.

As soon as word got out beyond the clan, the shockwaves it unleashed were beyond comprehension.

In merely a handful of days, families of all scales around Yellow Wind Immortal City caught wind of it. Immediately, the stances of every big clan flipped overnight, and many dispatched Special Envoys to offer congratulations at Zhao’s Suspended Island in Longshan City.

The two Immortal Gates in Yellow Wind Immortal City—the Huang Family from “Five Emperor Mountain” and the Feng Bo Clan of “Misty Wind”—also got wind of the matter.

Though they held off on any bold moves for now, the exchanges between these two clans ramped up noticeably from previous levels.

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Beneath the Wolong Mountain Range, far below ground in the heart of the Spiritual Vein Cave, ethereal spirit clouds floated lazily, while fine mist rained down gently.

In the cave’s core lay a ten-acre Jade Pond, its waters resembling pure Jade Liquid that shone with brilliance, actually the fluid essence of Mystic Crystal Origin Qi.

This Jade Pond, known as the Jade Void Spring Eye, stands as one of the Divine Artisan Zhao Clan’s most prized possessions.

Right now, a compact tripod featuring six ears and three legs hovered amid the pond, its surface shimmering faintly, with vivid etchings of flora, fauna, bugs, and sea life that appeared to pulse with vitality, greedily drawing in the nearby liquid and whipping up swirling eddies on the pond’s surface from the fierce intake.

Zhao Sheng positioned himself cross-legged over the Jade Pond, relentlessly crafting hand seals and channeling Primordial Spirit Seals into the Immortal Awakening Tripod beneath him.

After a while, Zhao Sheng abruptly unfastened the spirit beast bag at his waist, gave it a quick look, and flung it toward the pond casually.

This spirit beast bag represented Ancestor Xuanjing’s prime “gift” to him, holding twenty-six True Spirit Bloodlines inside.

Gathering that many True Spirit Bloodlines must have cost Zhao Xuanjing a hefty toll.

In a flash, the bag’s opening unfurled, shooting out a streak of rainbow brilliance that morphed into a majestic Nine-Colored Divine Deer, radiating an otherworldly splendor.

The Nine-Colored Divine Deer barely had time to respond before a powerful pull surged from below.

Unable to fight back, it got yanked straight into the Immortal Awakening Tripod without delay.

Moments later, a three-inch clear soul silhouette emerged on the tripod’s side, the very True Spirit of the Nine-Colored Divine Deer.

The Divine Deer’s True Spirit thrashed wildly, desperate to escape its prison. Yet its destiny was sealed: serving as an offering for the Immortal Awakening Tripod.

Once the Divine Deer’s True Spirit got refined, Zhao Sheng kept going without a break. Next, the spirit beast bag unleashed another being with Ancient True Spirit Bloodline—a blazing Fire Phoenix—dooming it to the Immortal Awakening Tripod too.

As moments ticked by, True Spirit Bloodlines from ancient times fell one by one as tributes to the Immortal Awakening Tripod.

All the while, the Immortal Awakening Tripod’s strength not only skyrocketed, but its Primordial Spirit began stirring to life bit by bit.

The instant this Magical Treasure’s Primordial Spirit fully stirs is when the Immortal Awakening Tripod reclaims its glory as a True Form Spirit Treasure.

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On the ninth day of the ninth month, spirit clouds enveloped Dragon Head Peak, a vibrant Nine-Colored Rainbow Bridge arcing overhead, with lanterns illuminating the scene in splendid fashion.

Countless Zhao Clan members buzzed with excitement and activity, flitting about Dragon Head Peak, each immersed in their duties with zeal.

For this festivity, the Zhao Clan had labored over preparations for three full months, pouring in fortunes beyond measure; they’d even sent out close to a thousand invitation letters.

Starting three months back, Dragon Head Peak started hosting one notable “guest” after the next.

Certain visitors chatted briefly, offered a present, and slipped away smoothly.

Others brought lavish gifts and lingered on, their aims obvious: to join the big event three months hence.

Naturally, some came with ulterior motives, pretending to celebrate while slyly sniffing out secrets.

As the Dharma Gathering drew near, the summoned “honored guests” trickled in toward Dragon Head Peak; upon arrival, they often dropped by, occasionally seeking out Zhao Clan allies they held dear.

To sum up, the bigger and flashier the event, the thicker the web of schemes and stakes lurking underneath.

“The auspicious hour has arrived; welcome the Ancestor’s arrival!”

With the sun at its peak, a ritual announcement rang out across Dragon Head Peak, prompting every spirit flower to burst into bloom together, as spirit clouds shifted into hordes of fairies who twirled elegantly amid swells of Immortal Music.

Within Dragon Head Peak’s grand hall, almost a hundred distinguished guests took their seats in order, all fixing their eyes on the twelve-petaled Lotus Dharma Platform up front.

The instant after, a silhouette materialized from nowhere on the platform.

As Zhao Sheng showed up, he let loose a hint of his aura.

In a heartbeat, an immense and crushing force flooded the grand hall, blanketing the skies and lands.

The hall plunged into hush; the “honored guests”’ expressions twisted sharply, with those under Divinity Transformation flushing crimson and tottering, as if the weight might crush them.

The Divinity Transformation True Monarchs held up a tad better yet still reddened, compelled to unleash their own auras just to fend off the abrupt unseen force.

Fortune smiled, as the force hit hard and vanished just as fast!

Zhao Sheng let it out and pulled it back in a flash, not aiming to shame the visitors, but simply to establish his supremacy.

“In today’s Dharma gathering, this old one will not discuss the Five Elements Yin Yang, nor speak of the workings of heaven and earth, but will talk about the Tao of Thunder. Thunder, is tribulation…”

Zhao Sheng skipped the usual rites, diving straight into the core: sharing the Dharma.

The guests, still reeling from shock, snapped back and got hooked by the Dao’s vibrations, soon hanging on every word, utterly captivated.

Rumbling, rumbling!

Not long into the Dharma gathering, dark clouds gathered overhead at Dragon Head Peak, booming thunder rolling one peal after another.

At the same time, an eerie, chilling gale whipped up out of nowhere, shredding the Nine-Colored Rainbow Bridge; the spirit flowers drooped and faded before their eyes, while a sheet of heavy frost crept rapidly over the earth.

In the grand hall, Zhao Sheng halted his lecture mid-flow, lifting his gaze deliberately, as though peering past the ceiling to spot huge silhouettes lurking deep in the cloud layers.

“Huh, what’s happening?” A few jolted alert by the thunder, finally sensing the trouble.

One sharp-witted person quipped, “Ha, can’t you see? The Thunder God isn’t satisfied with the theorization; now he intends to demonstrate personally.”

Yet the Divinity Transformation True Monarchs caught on quick, grasping that trouble was brewing.

As a result, a particular Divinity Transformation elder snapped at his juniors right away: “Shut up, don’t speak recklessly if you don’t understand!”

Following that, Zhao Xiandu, Zhao San Yue, and fellow Zhao Clan True Monarchs also sensed the irregularity, their faces shifting in alarm, all directing their stares at Ancestor Qi.