Chapter 787: Take the Ancestor to the Origin Internet Club!

Though the Eastern Continent was not as vast or populous as the Western Continent due to reasons of the past, it was nonetheless a territory of immense breadth.

There were grand sects and great factions residing within the various cavern-heavens, blessed lands, and renowned mountains, gathering the realm's most distinguished figures, as well as human kingdoms governed by major clans, populated chiefly by ordinary mortals and martial artists.

Even mountain spirits and wilderness demons formed their own independent societies, dwelling within these secluded cavern-heavens and blessed domains.

Likewise, these sects and factions had long since struck deep roots across this land, so that even the slightest ripple or rustle... was known to them as clearly as the palm of their hand.

The Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings.

If the East Profound Cavern-Heaven was merely a city-sized congregation and trading hub for cultivators, then the Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings was indisputably a realm of cultivators situated within a pocket world.

Under the stewardship of the Chief Grand Master, Lingxuzi, it could be said to be thriving and ascending by the day.

"This Grand Heaven Sect...?" Deep within the spiritual mountain of the Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings, where spiritual energy gathered like a swirling vortex and diverse spirit flowers bloomed in profound stillness, majestic palaces seemed to be hoisted by an invisible force, floating above the spiritual peaks with intersecting corridors in the sky and the constant cries of immortal birds, resembling a true dwelling of immortals.

Several Taoists, possessing the ethereal air of immortals and the bones of Tao, were gathered here.

"Have you fully investigated the matter regarding that 'Origin Network' immortal palace?" Spoke the Taoist in the center of the group, clad in a pale purple robe, wearing a silver dragon crown, with an elegant and refined countenance that made him appear merely in his thirties or forties.

Though the others were gray-haired and worn by age, the demeanor exuded by this purple-robed Taoist in his every gesture left no room for doubt—he was the core of this assembly.

"What kind of medicine is this Grand Heaven Sect selling in their gourd?" An elder beside him remarked in bewilderment, "Logically speaking... even if a supreme powerhouse built a palace called the 'Origin' network, and cultivating there yielded better results than cultivation chambers, training towers, or even certain internal secret realms of the sects, still..."

"Why has even the Supreme Elder, Zhuge Qingyun, emerged from his secluded meditation?! He even personally led the elders and disciples of the sect to rush to that place!"

Even if a super-powerful cultivator opened a secret realm for cultivation, it is still just a secret realm for cultivation!

It is meant for nurturing disciples! We also dispatched a batch of disciples to support them and test the effects, but...

You are a cultivator at the peak of the Ascension Realm, an existence that has already touched the ceiling and the absolute limit, so why are you running off to someone else's secret realm to cultivate?

"No matter how formidable he is! Even if he is the finest under heaven." Another elder nearby widened his eyes and stroked his beard, his face filled with disbelief, "Could it be... that he can truly ascend to immortality and be consecrated as a god?"

Right at that moment, a middle-aged man walked forward in a great hurry: "Master! Elders."

He offered a bow first, then whispered: "Through a stroke of fortune, our disciples managed to pry information from them. The Supreme Elder of the Grand Heaven Sect, Zhuge Qingyun, along with the other elders, are all cultivating within a secret realm named 'League of Legends,' in order to... become Great Gods!"

"What?!" The elder who had just been speaking froze, "You... say that again?!"

"To become... Great Gods." The middle-aged cultivator repeated.

"Absurd! ...The Grand Heaven Sect has always kept their secrets tight, so how...? How could they let you discover it this time? And regarding such a monumental matter?!"

"This...?"

...

At this moment, within the new branch of the Eastern Continent.

"Elder..." Sect Master Feng Xuehe asked in a low voice, "For a matter of such magnitude, is it not necessary to... silence the news?"

"Xuehe..." Supreme Elder Zhuge Qingyun gently stroked his long beard and said serenely, "Firstly, since Shopkeeper Fang was willing to tell us so generously, do you think he would be pleased if we suppressed the information?"

"Secondly, did you truly comprehend the meaning within the stories Shopkeeper Fang told?"

"The meaning...?" Sect Master Feng Xuehe looked at the Grand Elder in bewilderment. Although the tales of the "Sword Debate on Mount Hua" and the "Shattering of the Void" were painted as something miraculously divine by Shopkeeper Fang, still...

"No man is perfect." The Supreme Elder's deep eyes gazed out of the shop, "Every step we take is a continuous process of perfecting ourselves—our state of mind, our constitution, our cultivation, our vision, our spirit... It is through constantly refining ourselves and purging the dross within that we achieved the Ascension of today..."

"Do you mean..."

"The more flaws one possesses, the more impossible it is to emerge victorious from among numerous top-tier experts!" A spark of unprecedented brilliance flashed within Zhuge Qingyun's eyes.

"So..." Feng Xuehe summarized, "Only a Great God can achieve this! And a Great God can never be self-proclaimed, but rather someone who stands out from countless top-tier experts!? Just like that Great Demon King Faker or that Great God U... UZI that Senior Fang spoke of?"

He felt a wave of awkwardness: why were these names so twisting to the tongue?

"Precisely so!"

"This..." Feng Xuehe remained somewhat apprehensive, "Is it believable?"

"More than a millennium ago, this old man already touched the summit, and for hundreds and thousands of years, I have searched bitterly for the way forward." A trace of inexplicable bewilderment flickered in his cloudy eyes, "Our ancestors searched for it for countless years... Only on the ancestral golden scrolls was such a sliver of possibility recorded, which was that very war of the past..."

"We would rather believe it to be true than not..."

...

Meanwhile, Lingxuzi of the Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings was currently looking at the reporting middle-aged cultivator with a solemn expression: "Li Wu, I know you have always been steady. From where exactly did you learn of this matter, and is it authentic?"

Lingxuzi's eyes narrowed slightly; it seemed this was the first time in his life that he was somewhat uncertain.

...

Deep within... the Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings, at the place where spiritual energy was most concentrated, which was also extremely close to where Lingxuzi and the others stood, there lay an ancient ancestral hall of unknown antiquity.

The surroundings of the ancestral hall were covered in formations left behind from ancient times down to the present day. These formations were inspected and repaired every year, so they showed no signs of damage whatsoever.

Yet no one knew that beneath this ancient and inconspicuous ancestral hall, there existed a colossal palace of frost.

Within... the Cavern-Heaven of Free and Easy Wanderings, a certain legend had once circulated—that their ancestor from the primordial era would eventually return, and when that time came, he would lead them to attain true transcendence.

Of course, not many truly believed it.

After all, after such an immense passage of time, even one at the peak of the Ascension Realm would likely have turned to decayed wood.

But at this moment, beneath the ancestral hall, right in the center of that colossal palace of frost.

There rested a coffin completely sealed by ten-thousand-year ice.

Inside that ice coffin, a massive tremor suddenly erupted!

Even Lingxuzi felt it with absolute clarity.

Boom!

Another massive tremor struck.

"What is happening?!" Lingxuzi and the others exchanged startled glances.

"It seems to be coming from underground..." An elder spoke, his heart trembling with fear.

Lingxuzi said coldly: "Follow me to take a look!"

Beneath the ancestral hall was likewise filled with exceedingly complex arrays, winding and intricate like an underground palace, extending all the way to the depths of the earth.

At the deepest point was a vast hall.

"Open it!" Lingxuzi commanded calmly.

The doors of the ancient hall, sealed for many years, swung open.

In the center lay a giant coffin of ice.

"Patriarch!" An aged voice shook with tremors, "The lid of the Patriarch's coffin can no longer be held down!"

Hardly had the words fallen when the coffin lid shattered open!

"Ah—!" Never in their lives had they experienced a moment of such apprehension and unease.

Just then, a white-haired young man clad in a blue Taoist robe, looking merely in his thirties, slowly floated up from within.

Everyone, even the several elders, were shaking like sifting chaff at this moment.

Only Lingxuzi's countenance remained slightly composed.

One must understand that an existence such as this was a myth to them!

And the myth before their eyes had actually manifested alive right in front of him!

"Good! Good! Good! After countless eons, I never imagined you all would have reached this stage!"

At this moment, the spiritual essence of the entire Spirit Mountain seemed to converge upon him. "Of late... have you gathered any tidings regarding gods or immortals?"

He pinched his fingers in divination. "It is time to emerge..."

"Yes!" Lingxuzi instantly recalled the conversation from just moments ago.

"Take me there!" His eyes seemed entirely devoid of any mortal emotion.

"Bu... But..."

"But what?!" the youth demanded coldly. "I said, take me there!"

"Yes!" Girding his resolve, Lingxuzi cried out, "Take the Ancestor to the Origin Internet Cafe!"

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