Attaining Immortality, Starting From Slaying Demons-Chapter 1218 - 738: Treasure from North Continent_2

Everyone knew that his disciple Qingluan died at the hands of this Taixu Pill Emperor.

"The inheritance of Shenxu Mountain has now been taken over by me. The word junior might not be appropriate?"

The young voice was calm and unhurried, without any trace of guilt, and even the original humility in the tone had faded a bit.

Upon hearing this, the other ancestors frowned.

The inheritance of the Immortal Lineage, it was said to be possible, but it almost never happened.

After all, before this great tribulation, there were very few who could ascend to the Third Grade Realm who had fallen.

"Taken over?"

The Tianwu Ancestor grinned and suddenly shouted, "You say you’ve taken over just because you say so?"

"Such unruly behavior!"

"Get out here and speak to me!"

Obviously, this ancestor was using the death of his disciple as an excuse to vent, but others did not intend to stop him, after all, they also wanted to know what exactly happened at Shenxu Mountain.

In the meantime, Tianwu Ancestor had already reached out his right hand, his five fingers slightly curved, and his entire arm shot out like a Rainbow Bridge, reaching straight into the gray mist.

Seeing this, several Peak Masters were already shocked.

One must understand, unless one enters the Taixu Realm, simply competing with sheer brute force, even Shen Yi, let alone the Shenxu Ancestor who has passed, were no match for the Tianwu Ancestor.

And once Shen Yi revealed his Bodhisattva methods, with so many elders from the Three Immortals Sect present today, saying it would be a nine deaths and one life situation would be optimistic.

In an instant.

Tianwu Ancestor’s palm seemed to have grasped something, and he sneered, pulling it with force towards the outside.

At this moment, a torrent of gray mist coiled around his arm like a venomous snake, whipping it hard like a whip.

Snap—

Amidst the crisp sound, Tianwu Ancestor’s expression slightly changed. Though this attack couldn’t hurt him, it was enough to force him back.

He quickly withdrew his arm, glaring at the Vermilion Great Gate.

Soon after, a hoarse and sinister laugh came from the gray mist, "Is it really Shenxu Mountain’s business for you from Tianwu Mountain to meddle? Shouldn’t I, the ancestor, pass down the Immortal Inheritance without asking your old self first?"

This familiar voice echoed.

The faces of the many Peak Masters turned pale, and a look of horror appeared in their eyes.

Besides the already deceased master, who else could it be?

"..."

Through Tianwu’s actions, even separated by the gray mist, this group of ancestors sensed two distinct auras within, one being the Shenxu Ancestor, just a step away from the Sixty-six Transformations.

The other was much weaker, but similarly had reached the Third Grade Realm, albeit having just grasped ten strands of Origin, barely woven into a Dao Fruit.

Taixu Pill Emperor, after disappearing beyond the North Flow River, has now reappeared, having already claimed the Daluo Dao Fruit!

From the time he became famous by killing Qingluan, how long has it been?

No wonder this Insect Demon, the Shenxu Ancestor, was willing to pass down the position of Immortal Sect leader... perhaps intending to climb higher with the momentum of this young man and the great tribulation.

In an instant, a look of envy appeared on the faces of many ancestors.

"Crane Immortal Master, please understand, my disciple has just broken through the Boundary, and still needs to comprehend Taixu. If he heads out now, it might be detrimental to his cultivation." The Shenxu Ancestor respectfully explained to the White Crane.

"It’s alright."

The White Crane stopped grooming its feathers, eyes sweeping over the crowd, calmly saying, "If the argument is over, may I begin talking about the main matter?"

Tianwu Ancestor, covering his arm, wanted to argue some more, but under the gaze of the White Crane’s eyes, inexplicably felt a pressure.

He hesitated for a moment, "Immortal Master, please speak."

Seeing this, the White Crane then began speaking slowly, and immediately its demeanor changed drastically, no longer in a lazy manner, resembling someone’s way of speaking: "I have neglected matters of the Great Nan Continent for many years, never inquiring, but with calamity arising, I expect the Southern Sumeru is not keen to let you meddle."

"I think we shouldn’t allow those monks to occupy all of the Southern Continent."

"It’s just that your strength is insignificant and won’t be of much use."

"Now I bestow upon you a few Magic Artifacts. I don’t expect great achievements, just that you leave some name among the mortal world."

Hearing the comment on their meager strength, many ancestors were evidently dissatisfied.

But thinking of the one behind the White Crane, they did not dare to refute but focused their thoughts on the Golden Thread pouch.

The Magic Artifacts bestowed by the Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal indeed made them tempted.

"The master’s intent is that the matter of conquering the Southern Continent is in the hands of Southern Sumeru, but after the continent’s destruction, the annihilation of Evil must not be solely taken by the monks."

"Strive with all your might, and the Three Immortals Sect won’t forget you."

The White Crane reverted to its previous lazy demeanor, using its mouth to open the Golden Thread pouch, and in the next moment, several streaks of light whisked out.

"Tianwu, bestowed the Fire Dragon Chariot."

"Jade Pond, bestowed the Ten-mile Red Fragrant Brocade."

"Shenxu, bestowed the Nine Luminaries Banner."

"..."

As the streaks of light came their way, everyone placed them in their palms.

Feeling the immense Tribulation Power within, even Tianwu stopped speaking and began to experience it carefully. After a moment, he swallowed.

Solely with this chariot, even if he accomplished the Sixty-six Transformations, he may not escape from it alive.

This is the foundation of the North Continent!

No wonder this White Crane never took people like them seriously from beginning to end.

"You must diligently comprehend and master the Magic Artifacts’ usage; the breach of the Southern Continent should not be far off."

Having said all, the White Crane spread its wings, leaving the place without any reluctance.

It was not aware of the current situation in the Great Nan Continent but had a clear understanding of the power and character of those monks in Southern Sumeru. With the Divine Dynasty’s strength, sustaining until now was already the limit.

The many ancestors watched the White Crane leave, only then willingly saluting it.

Then, they all headed out of Shenxu Mountain, evidently eager to return to their own Immortal Sects to master the newly acquired Magic Artifacts.

When they reached the Vermilion Great Gate, only their people remained.

Even the tough Qian Feng Taoist felt weak all over, unconsciously leaning against the stone wall, saying with a sad face, "Ancestor, you nearly scared us to death."

He still couldn’t figure out how the other party "invited" the long-deceased Shenxu Ancestor to bluff through the situation.

"..."

In the gray mist, Shen Yi sat cross-legged, with a Six-winged Soul Worm beside him.

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It wasn’t until he learned from Qian Feng that the North Continent didn’t have a Primordial Chaos Great Luo Golden Immortal come that he slightly relaxed.

He simply took advantage of the irritable and vengeful Tianwu Ancestor to put on a show, drawing everyone’s attention to the Immortal Lineage inheritance of Shenxu Mountain rather than insisting on seeing the Shenxu Ancestor’s body.

After all, although he could use Shenxu’s methods to deceive the ears and eyes of Third Grade Cultivators, like the Thousand-legged Black Dragon did to the Southern Emperor, this wasn’t a Demon Cave, doing so would be counterproductive.

Fortunately, the effect was not bad.

Shen Yi exhaled lightly, looking at the nine small banners slowly floating in his hand.

He involved himself with three major forces simultaneously.

He obtained a lot of Emperor’s Aura from the Divine Dynasty, gained a lot from the Bodhi Sect, but only plucked a little wool from the Shenxu Ancestor with the Three Immortals Sect, and didn’t get anything else.

Unexpectedly, this time it was a great treasure.

With this by his side, he would have more confidence facing the Southern Emperor.

The next step is to spend some time mastering it.

Thinking of this, a slight smile finally appeared on Shen Yi’s face.

However, at this moment.

Outside the gray mist, inside the Stone Hall.

Qian Feng Taoist and several Peak Masters suddenly became alert, standing up again.

They exchanged glances and all walked towards the entrance of the Alchemy Stone Hall.

The next moment, a familiar figure unexpectedly returned.

It was the Tianwu Ancestor again.

He leisurely stepped into the Stone Hall once more, his eyes sweeping over everyone, as well as the calming Vermilion Great Gate after the gray mist retreated.

Tianwu Ancestor suddenly laughed, "I almost forgot, I wanted to ask something before."

"Please say it plainly, senior."

Qian Feng Taoist approached, remaining calm on the surface, even though something felt off in his heart.

"The ancestor wanted to ask, after being here so long, where is your senior brother Jinglei?"

"And if memory serves right, isn’t there someone named... Mu Yang?"

"..."

With those simple questions, cold sweat covered Qian Feng Taoist’s back.