In the instant heaven and earth changed color, a massive Fate Suppression Mountain slowly rose within the endless deep sky.
At the mountain's peak was a skeleton nailed in place, weathering wind and rain, incomparably desolate.
The smiles on the faces of everyone in the Ye Clan vanished the moment they saw this scene.
What replaced them was bone-deep coldness.
This was their ancestor.
It was also a disgrace he could never wash away.
Of course, this did not mean that their ancestor being nailed there was a disgrace.
Rather, their descendants' inability to retrieve their ancestor's remains was the disgrace.
Likewise, the atmosphere at the scene changed the moment Fate Suppression Mountain emerged.
Quite a few people began looking at Chen Wen with a hint of mockery in their eyes.
Because Chen Wen would next face Fate Suppression Mountain's final trial—the Fate Momentum strike.
They did not know how powerful that strike was, but among the younger generation, no one had ever been able to withstand it.
Never.
Of course, Chen Wen's strength was unprecedented as well.
So even if Chen Wen truly managed to take this strike, taking ten thousand steps back—
Could Chen Wen guarantee that he would suffer no depletion at all? So long as he suffered even the slightest depletion, how would he face Gu Lingyuan afterward?
At that thought, the mockery on their faces deepened.
To them, no matter the outcome, death was what awaited Chen Wen in the end.
Just then, Fate Suppression Mountain in midair finally moved, endless power continuously gathering.
Before everyone's eyes, a Colossal Shadow with an indistinct form soon condensed in the sky.
The instant the Colossal Shadow appeared, an invisible aura crashed down, suppressing an entire stretch of space.
So strong.
Many disciples drew in sharp breaths. They