The Vanished Sage Master

Those Peak Experts dared not be negligent and began summoning their ancestors as well.

Their bloodlines burned, their souls trembled, and the void shook once more as waves of terrifying auras descended from above the Ninth Heaven.

They paid an immense price to summon their ancestors from the upper realm.

The great war resumed.

In the blink of an eye, ten years passed.

Eastern Palace of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty.

Ling Hao sat upright in the seat of honor, his posture as straight as a pine. Between his brows rested a composure and majesty far beyond his years.

He was only twelve or thirteen, his face still carrying some boyish youthfulness, yet his eyes were deep as an abyss, as though they had weathered countless vicissitudes.

He was the Crown Prince of the Great Yan Sacred Dynasty, and also the most eye-catching genius in the entire Boundless Void.

At twelve or thirteen years old, he had reached the Early Cave True Realm and survived the Nine-Extremes Lightning Tribulation.

The moment this news spread, the world was shaken.

Countless Cultivators declared that they had lived their lives into the belly of a dog—after bitter cultivation for centuries, millennia, or even tens of thousands of years, they had only then entered the Cave Reality Realm, while this Crown Prince had achieved it at merely twelve or thirteen.

And it had even been the legendary Nine-Extremes Lightning Tribulation.

Ling Hao wore a helpless expression.

He did not actually consider himself much of a genius.

Everything he had achieved today rested entirely on Ancestor's methods.

That Hundred Lifetimes of Dream Reincarnation had allowed him to live through a hundred different lives and accumulate the wisdom of a hundred lifetimes.

Within those dreams, he had been an emperor, a general, a merchant, a beggar,