A Heaven-Sent Fortune
In a secluded palace amid the mountains of the Southern Wasteland, many old gods had gathered.
To kill the Xiaomang Old Ancestor from hundreds of thousands of miles away—such strength was feared and dreaded by every old god.
Fu Shang had slain the Xiaomang Old Ancestor and severed the Divine Blood of the entire Xiaomang Divine Clan, turning that mighty clan into stray dogs.
That made them even more uneasy.
They were all old as well, their lifespans nearing exhaustion, yet their strength was inferior to the Xiaomang Old Ancestor's.
What would they do if Fu Shang turned against them?
And if they died, what would become of their descendants?
Would the Zhujian Divine Clan become pigs?
Would the Kunpeng Divine Clan become fish?
Would the Bifang Divine Clan become chickens?
That was something they could never tolerate!
Thus, at someone's urging, they left their respective divine halls and came to this place in the Southern Wasteland.
Feng Wuji stood in the center of the great hall, slightly bowed, his expression respectful.
Yet beneath his lowered gaze flickered a trace of deep, uncertain light.
He was the one who had contacted all these old gods.
He had nearly been shaken to death by the Shao Hao Bell summoned by Xin Huo, but by a fortunate coincidence, he had taken a powerful master and received a great Fortune.
Not only had he broken through to the Spirit Realm, but he had also mastered many Divine Ability Secret Methods.
He had not expected that, upon leaving seclusion, he would witness Fu Shang slash across hundreds of thousands of miles with a single sword, kill the Xiaomang Old Ancestor, and intimidate the world.
At once, he knew that Elder Fu Shang of the sword sect was the greatest obstacle to