When Old Ancestor Yunqing was still the Holy Lord of Tianyuan Holy Land, he had failed to gather all the Qiankun Creation Cauldron fragments when the Gate of the Spirit Realm opened. Forced to relinquish his position as Holy Lord, he had undergone tribulation by force and turned to cultivating as a rogue immortal.
And that rogue immortal ancestor from back then, the one who had forced Old Ancestor Yunqing to give up the position of Holy Lord, had long since perished in one of the Heavenly Tribulations that descended upon him.
This old history was no secret in the Spirit Realm. It was a fated cycle that none of the Holy Lords of the Three Great Holy Lands could escape.
Cold sweat slid down Xiyun's temple as scenes from the eve of his succession as Holy Lord surfaced uncontrollably in his mind.
That rogue immortal ancestor's icy words still echoed in his ears: "Tianyuan Holy Land has no need for an incompetent Holy Lord!"
In the end, Old Ancestor Yunqing had been forced to step down and had chosen him as the new Holy Lord of Tianyuan Holy Land.
"Rest assured, Ancestor." Xiyun's Adam's apple bobbed, and an almost imperceptible tremor tinged his voice. "Since that person dared to bring the fragments into the Spirit Realm, it proves that Xuantian Continent can no longer keep still.
When the Gate of the Spirit Realm opens, this disciple will surely lead our people in a bloodbath across Xuantian Continent. This time, we will definitely seize every last fragment.
I only ask that Ancestor remain in Tianyuan Holy Land and deny those petty rats of Xuantian Continent any opening to exploit."
His voice paused, and determination flashed through his eyes. "If this disciple fails again, I am willing to request tribulation myself!"