The Ones Who Claimed Supremacy and Ancestry Arrived

The desolate Gobi Desert has recently become more active, not only because Demon Cultivator like the Blood God Ape are searching for the ancient medicine garden, but also because people from other major factions have ventured there.

"Am I seeing things? Look over there, who are they? What are they doing? Three grown men... dancing?" Someone stopped and looked into the distance.

"Am I seeing things? That's Wang Xuan. What is he doing? He's covered in blood, he looks terrible. And is he drunk?"

"The focus isn't on him, it's on that man in modern casual wear. If you look closely, I think he looks a lot like the legendary Ancestor Zhang."

"Holy crap!" Someone slapped themselves to snap out of it, then realized they weren't hallucinating, but actually saw Old Zhang dancing around the bonfire!

This is truly bizarre. The legendary Old Zhang is earth-shattering and awe-inspiring, possessing immense power to deter demons. Even the Demon Ancestor, as a newcomer, is wary of him, fearing that he might accidentally take him away!

But what was Old Zhang doing at that moment? In broad daylight, under the clear sky, ignoring the stares of passersby, three grown men were dancing!

These Demon Cultivator, lacking Spiritual Heavenly Eye, couldn't see the ghost spirit at all; they could only see Old Zhang with a blank face, stretching his limbs. It must be said, those with great skill and strength move fluidly, imbued with Daoist rhythm, not awkward at all, possessing a kind of masculine beauty.

"You lot, come here. Are you watching me dance because you're about to achieve enlightenment, like you've Ascension to Immortality?" It has to be said, Old Zhang is calm and collected, with a social Niu Ben complex. He's always in a dominant position, calling those people over.

Then, with a few bangs, he used a rusty bronze mirror to "knock them on the head," erasing all their memories, and then released them after hypnotizing them.

This is Ancestor Zhang's dark history. He certainly doesn't want anyone to see it and spread rumors. Anyone passing by here will inevitably get hit by his mirror.

Even the most beautiful female cultivators were no exception. Several fairies who walked out of the Gobi Desert in a daze touched the large purplish-blue bumps on their fair foreheads and the bloodstains flowing out. They were a little doubtful about life. What was going on?

"Old Zhang, you've already dealt with sixteen Demon Cultivator and twenty-one human cultivators, especially those twelve beautiful young fairies, you were particularly ruthless," Wang Xuan said.

At this moment, he was dancing around the campfire, chanting scriptures and exchanging blows with the creepy spirits, and surprisingly... he gained immense benefits!

"The female immortals are sentimental and good people. I was afraid I couldn't completely erase their particularly nostalgic memories, so I gave them an extra treatment," Old Zhang replied.

Chen Yongjie was speechless. You praised him so much, yet he was going to get beaten up even more?

They make friends here through scriptures, and discuss heroes based on the profoundness of the most exquisite chapters. The higher the value of the scriptures recited, the greater the benefits received.

Wang Xuan was illuminated by the eerie fire, and some of his broken bones cracked and creaked as they began to grow back!

"Well, isn't my Supreme Scriptures truly worthy of its name? All things are External Sensation, but there is only one person in this world. All the immortals, all the ages, everything—from the vast starry sky to the dust on a fingertip, to the microscopic world—is the result of one person's thoughts spreading. There is no one else in this world but me. And my state is very special. Right now, I may just be a corpse under the frozen earth, or I may be a flower blooming brilliantly in the Time Sea. Are you moved to tears? Have you discovered the true meaning of your own existence? Where will you go from here?" Wang Xuan asked.

Old Zhang grabbed the bronze mirror in his hand, intending to slap him on the forehead.

However, he eventually put the mirror down and studied the scripture repeatedly, becoming quite engrossed in it. Although he also believed that the original author had Mental Illness, there was indeed profound scriptural meaning hidden within it.

"Come on, let's exchange, give me the talisman!" Wang Xuan said, handing the second half of the scripture to Old Zhang.

He really wanted to see the final result of Zhang Daoling's training: whether it would lead to success, mental breakdown, or loss of self.

Old Zhang thought for a moment, then didn't deny it. He used a mirror to look at his palm, leaving a complex pattern—a mirror-like talisman.

Then he carved a Pingyang seal talisman on Wang Xuan's chest and a Dragon Tiger Sword talisman on his back.

In critical moments, this is Great Killer Weapon; a sudden strike against a formidable opponent could instantly rewrite the course of the battle.

"Since you're being a good person, why not give him a talisman too? Although the mysterious man in the Silver Mask is mainly watching me, in a critical moment, Old Chen might be able to unexpectedly kill him!"

"Alright then." Old Zhang nodded. Carving one more talisman was no big deal. He carved an intricate mark between Chen Yongjie's eyebrows.

Judging from its shape, it resembled a mountain, possessing an imposing presence that seemed to support the heavens and the earth, and containing astonishing power. Soon, it subsided and disappeared completely.

The Female Dread King was very enthusiastic, pulling Wang Xuan to dance, making him both nervous and helpless, fearing that his primordial spirit would be devoured. The key was that she was extremely powerful, difficult to defeat. Old Zhang hinted that he should cooperate well, otherwise, if something went wrong, he probably wouldn't be able to be saved.

It is obvious that the King of the Demons is on par with the peerless masters in the Great Curtain, and Zhang Daoling may not be able to defeat him.

Wang Xuan read the scriptures left by a severely mentally ill patient to the Female Dread King, who became infatuated with them and became even more youthful and beautiful. She then pulled Wang Xuan into the fire to dance.

Wang Xuan really wanted to run away. Those three pale, drooling faces were staring at him. Were they going to devour him?

However, there is a strange substance in the fire that is almost real, which is constantly rising and is of great benefit to his healing, and may even help him break through his cultivation level!

During this time, his bones cracked and popped incessantly as they continued to recover, and his bone marrow emitted a brilliant light, becoming increasingly active.

Chen Yongjie possessed the scriptures of various religions and constantly recited them. He was also surrounded by ghosts and danced awkwardly by the firelight, his body and spirit rapidly recovering.

From the current perspective, this is not a bad thing. The two are recuperating and accumulating the meaning of the Three Dreadful Piles. They have gained a lot from each other's chanting of scriptures and have been enlightened.

This is the embers of a mythical civilization after its demise. The scriptures it contains, if truly explored in depth, are earth-shattering and belong to the highest realm.

As he jumped, Wang Xuan sat cross-legged in the fire, letting the flames dance on his body. He remained silent, immersed in the scriptures falling from the sky.

He cherished this opportunity. If the extraordinary were destined to perish and Mythless, this might be one of the few opportunities to draw upon various classics once again.

Why were he and Old Chen frantically searching for scriptures in various secret vaults in New Star? It was because they wanted to slowly peruse them during the cold winter after the collapse of the supernatural world, and find a way out among the massive amount of texts.

It's okay if you don't understand it now. Just write it down and ponder it in the future, and spend your whole life trying to understand it.

He sat cross-legged for a while, then got up again and danced with the ghosts, watching the scriptures falling from the sky. The words and language were naturally different, but they could resonate on a spiritual level.

At this moment, a white-clad figure stood in the distance, floating gracefully as if about to ride the wind away. Her beauty was unparalleled, her black hair fluttering, and her beautiful eyes sparkling. She revealed a strange expression.

Old Zhang wanted to slap the mirror again, but after seeing who it was, he silently turned away, feeling utterly humiliated that someone of his own social standing had seen him.

If word gets to the ears of the Demon Ancestor, Qi Teng, Ming Xue, and others, and becomes common knowledge within the circle of peerless masters, he will truly lose face.

"Fairy!" Wang Xuan greeted him warmly, which angered Old Zhang so much that he smashed a bronze mirror down. If it hit him, his head would probably be three times bigger!

At the crucial moment, the Female Dread King blocked his way, the bronze mirror missed its target, and Old Zhang sat cross-legged in the fire, where he went to discuss the Dao with a pale, ghastly face.

Fang Yuzhu was lost in thought for a moment, then chuckled softly, took a graceful step, leaving behind a beautiful silhouette, and disappeared into the distance with an ethereal aura.

"Immortal, it's nothing. Didn't that scripture say that there is only one true self in the world? As long as you're not embarrassed, even if all the world's top experts look at you with strange eyes, you don't need to be afraid. What is there to worry about?" Chen Yongjie comforted him.

When!

He was hit on the forehead by a bronze mirror, fell down beside three piles of eerie fires, and remained in a daze for a long time.

After a day and a night, Wang Xuan's injuries were completely healed, Chen Yongjie was also unharmed, and they had almost memorized the scriptures, making great progress!

Then, the two of them decisively ran away, because the ghost allowed them to leave and did not chase after them. Instead, Old Zhang was pulled away to continue discussing the Dao.

"Which civilization do you belong to? Since you 'Vanished, what's the point of leaving behind only this eerie remnant? Let me leave," Old Zhang said.

In fact, he didn't expect a response, because the ghosts and people in the mortal world didn't have any normal communication. They were just chanting scriptures and discussing Daoism across time and space, as if they were sitting at opposite ends of the Time Sea, each talking their own thing.

"I am your ancestor, and all of you here are your ancestors," the Female Dread King spoke, sighing softly, responding truthfully across time and space.

Old Zhang almost lost his temper. Who was he supposed to be the ancestor of? But he held back, and finally his expression turned serious. This King of the Demons was very strong. How could they communicate like this?

Zhang Daoling was silent for a moment, then said, "In this life, mythology has reappeared like a fleeting flower, beautiful for a short time before quickly fading away. We still can't find a way to deal with it. Do you have any important insights for future generations?"

"Civilizations migrate, leaving only embers of mythology. We set out at our most glorious moment, paving the way with the World-Crossing Sword, overcoming all obstacles, seeking the place where mythology endures, embarking on a long journey as a whole. But in the end, we returned weeping and bloodied. The extraordinary and eternal existence was proven false; it was indeed a fleeting accident, existing only for a moment relative to the stars. Exhausted, we obtained the truth, fell in blood, and returned to our homeland, having exhausted the time of mythology, with no way out. The universe corrects itself, reality is cruel. Mythology is born and dies according to its own nature; we were too demanding. In the end, we burned all the books and ritual objects, letting mythology dissipate, watching the ordinary unfold, tending towards normalcy..."

Old Zhang was numb. The Female Dread King was not so much having a conversation with him across time as it was a summary of the dissipation of the Mythological World she inhabited.

However, they were ultimately unwilling to accept their fate; otherwise, why would they have transformed into ghosts and continue to communicate with those who came after them? This is the obsession of the Vanished spirits of a mythical civilization.

Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie's bones had healed, their internal organs had recovered, and they were full of energy again. Their bodies were as strong as tigers, and they felt powerful enough to tear apart the demon ancestor... like they were family.

But after calming down, they accepted the harsh reality.

"Sigh, he can only tear apart Qi Liandao and Qi Chengdao with his bare hands. He's still not good enough when facing a peerless master!" Wang Xuan reflected and couldn't help but sigh.

He was nearly blown apart by the man wearing the Silver Mask, and he's still frowning, with no way to resolve the situation. The difference in strength is obvious and cannot be changed.

The two searched for the Female Daoist practitioner, but after wandering around the Gobi Desert for a long time, they found no trace of her. In the end, they could only walk around the Three Dreadful Piles without going far.

"Old Zhang is trapped and won't be able to get out anytime soon."

"There are more and more extraordinary people in the Gobi Desert, which means that many people know the legend of the ancient medicine garden and are searching for it. We can't just stand by and watch."

Three days later, the two were surprised to find that a large number of people had arrived at the edge of the Gobi Desert, in the area close to the Mental World. They came from all factions, from Demon Cultivator to human cultivators.

"This is a sacred place for cultivation!" said an elderly cultivator. Even some old guys have come here.

Without reaching the state of Carefree Journey, it is too difficult to approach the Mental World; for many, it is simply impossible.

People like Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie, who created extraordinary scenes and captured a corner of the first layer of the Mental World in the early days of Human World, are truly rare.

However, in this place, no matter how profound your cultivation is, you can approach that mysterious world, a magnificent world presented through Mental Power.

Moreover, it's difficult to define exactly which level of Spirit World this is.

Any extraordinary individual can slowly walk in from the edge, gradually adapt, nourish their spirit, and cleanse their primordial soul here.

Ahead, the scenery is clear: the vast lake is steaming with energy, towering mountains stand tall, and a divine waterfall falls like a silver river from the sky. Orchids and medicinal herbs are also visible in the clouds.

"This is truly remarkable." Wang Xuan exclaimed in surprise. Was this a world belonging to the spiritual realm?

In the distance, people were discussing, saying, "The Mo Si has entered, rushing straight into this Mental World, which seems to confirm a legend."

"What legend?" someone asked, puzzled.

"In ancient times, the Mo Si lineage was the orthodox lineage in the demonic path, while the current Demon Ancestor is a collateral branch. Unfortunately, the former orthodox Demon Emperor wanted to return to the Real World and attempted to leave through the spiritual realm, but he disappeared without a trace..."

Upon hearing this, everyone gasped in shock.

"It's not just the Mo Si; it's rumored that the Demon Ancestor may have gone in first. Could he be trying to find the Demon Emperor's remains?"

People were talking about it.

However, someone shook their head and said, "You're overthinking it. The Demon Ancestor didn't appear for the sake of the orthodox lineage of the demonic path. He's most likely looking for other important opportunities. I heard that the Netherblood Ancestor also went in!"

"No way, two peerless masters have arrived?"

"It's not just two; some people have also seen Qi Teng, the Ancestor of Celestial Immortals, appear, his peerless body flashing and disappearing!"

"There must be something strange about this Spirit World. Now, these kinds of people have come again, wanting to investigate one last time!"

Far away, Wang Xuan and Chen Yongjie looked solemn. More than one incarnation of a peerless figure had arrived? This was rather absurd!

This place is difficult for the physical body to enter. Although it is not absolute, bringing someone in would definitely become a burden.

Wang Xuan tried it and was surprised, then delighted. The God Slaying Banner seemed to have increased in power in this world!