Sealed for Ten Thousand Years, Awakened by the Heavenly Phoenix

The four great families of the Spirit Transmission Pagoda.

The ancestral grounds of the Phoenix Family.

The Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, Leng Yaozhu, passed through numerous defensive lines and arrived alone before a small courtyard sealed off by a multitude of defensive soul devices.

Beams of light swept over Leng Yaozhu.

A cold, mechanical voice rang out:

"Identity confirmed."

"Current head of the Phoenix Family, authorization verified, access granted."

The iron gate, forged from an alloy of various rare metals, slowly creaked open to the sound of rotating gears.

A sky full of frigid air spilled out.

Inside the gate lay a deep, cavernous passage.

With stairs made of ice crystals, it led deep into the earth.

Is that ancestor truly still alive?

Leng Yaozhu murmured softly, her long, slender, snow-white legs stepping into the passage.

A flash of keen insight and doubt crossed her phoenix eyes.

The reason she had appeared here was due to an ancestral instruction left behind by the Phoenix Family ten thousand years ago:

"Ten thousand years hence, the Ancestor shall awaken!"

It was said that this instruction had been set by the most brilliant ancestor in the history of the Phoenix Family when he had sealed himself away.

The foundation of the Phoenix Family today relied to a great extent on the lingering glory left behind by that ancestor.

This was the Phoenix Family's greatest secret.

Only when each generation's family head handed over their duties would this instruction be passed down, along with the authorization to access this place.

Now that she held the position of the Phoenix Family's head, the time mentioned in the ancestral instruction had finally arrived.

However, Leng Yaozhu could not help but harbor doubts.

That ancestor was a figure from ten thousand years ago. Could a human, even one as stunningly talented as that ancestor, truly span the gulf of ten thousand years through human means alone?

"Clack, clack, clack..."

Crisp footsteps echoed through the silent space, where no other sound existed.

Leng Yaozhu reached the very bottom of the secret chamber.

An Ice Coffin sat strikingly in the center of the room.

Through the crystalline, transparent Ice Coffin, a handsome man dressed in pure white robes lay with his eyes tightly shut.

Hair like snow fell on either side of him.

His chest did not rise or fall, and there was no sign of life.

He looked just like a perfectly preserved work of art.

Leng Yaozhu approached the front of the Ice Coffin and, in accordance with the ancestral instruction, placed the ice-blue jade token—the insignia of the family head—atop the coffin.

She knelt on both knees, her voice respectful and devout:

"Current head of the Phoenix Family, Leng Yaozhu, follows the ancestral instruction to awaken the Ancestor from his seal!"

Her voice reverberated through the chamber, gradually fading away.

Seeing that the Ice Coffin remained motionless, a trace of disappointment flickered in Leng Yaozhu's eyes.

As expected, even the most brilliant ancestor in the family's history lacked the ability to span a ten-thousand-year divide, did he not?

Just as she began to think that this inherited instruction was nothing more than a beautiful fantasy.

A sudden change occurred.

The jade token resting on the Ice Coffin suddenly erupted with a dazzling, ice-blue light.

Immediately following this.

The young man lying inside the Ice Coffin seemed to respond to some sort of summons.

Under Leng Yaozhu's surprised and disbelieving gaze, his eyelashes trembled slightly.

The next moment.

His eyes snapped open.

A crisp phoenix cry echoed through the chamber.

The lid of the Ice Coffin shattered instantly, disintegrating into a sky full of ice crystals.

The young man sat upright.

The divine light in his pure white eyes was so intense that even Leng Yaozhu, now the Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, dared not look directly at them.

The confusion in his eyes quickly dissipated, replaced by a glint of sharp brilliance.

His gaze landed on Leng Yaozhu.

The young man spoke slowly:

"Are you the current head of the Phoenix Family?"

"Yes, Ancestor. I am called Leng Yaozhu, the current head of the Phoenix Family. I have come specifically to awaken you, in accordance with the ancestral teachings."

Leng Yaozhu replied in a hurry.

This Heavenly Phoenix Douluo, who already stood at the pinnacle of the continent, appeared exceptionally youthful before him.

"Leng Yaozhu..."

The young man whispered the name softly, then a smile curled the corners of his lips.

His face remained as calm as an ancient well, but in his heart, he was already laughing triumphantly.

It worked!

It worked!

Bing'er, Xue'er, I did it!

Within the sea of consciousness.

The two graceful figures who had awakened along with the young man both wore expressions of joy.

When they had devised this plan, there had indeed been an element of gambling involved.

But the reality was that they had succeeded!

Without becoming a god!

They had successfully crossed ten thousand years of time!

They had finally arrived in this era!

This era without gods, temporarily free from the surveillance of the Tang God King!

The young man was named Leng Hanyuan.

Ten thousand years ago, during the era of the Spirit Ice Douluo Huo Yuhao, he had transmigrated to the Douluo Continent.

He had awakened the Ultimate Ice martial soul, the Ice Phoenix.

Although he had missed out on the Sky Dream Ice Silkworm due to the timing of his transmigration.

He had still managed to successfully scheme and secure the Two Emperors of Ice and Snow—those two top-tier ice-attribute soul masters—as his assistants by leveraging the information advantage of being a transmigrator.

He had also struck a deal with the Necromancy Holy Magic God Electrolux, obtaining the inheritance of necromancy from him.

By his early twenties, he had already successfully stepped into the ranks of the Limit Douluo.

Yet, he had not taken that final step.

Because the Douluo Continent of that era was, in truth, nothing more than the Tang God King's backyard.

If one wished to attain the position of a god, it was impossible to escape the eyes of the Tang God King.

The Tang God King's character was, after all, well-known to all.

If one did not become a dog for his Tang family like Huo Yuhao, the Tang God King would certainly never watch a god he could not control emerge.

But how could Leng Hanyuan ever be content to be a dog for the Tang God King?

Thus, he had made this decision.

He collected a vast amount of ice-attribute natural treasures to construct this secret chamber.

With his own cultivation as an Ultimate Ice Limit Douluo and the help of the Two Emperors of Ice and Snow.

Combined with the necromancy inheritance from Electrolux.

He temporarily sealed his own life force and performed a self-sealing ritual.

And he established an ancestral teaching for the Phoenix Family.

To awaken him ten thousand years later.

To cross the ten thousand years of time in this manner.

To arrive in this era where the God Realm was temporarily out of touch due to space-time turbulence.

In this era without the surveillance of the Tang God King, he would attain his godhood!

This was a massive gamble!

Because everything had only been theoretically feasible!

Ten thousand years was simply too long for a human who had not yet become a god.

Even for one honored as a Limit Douluo, this remained true.

But the facts proved that Leng Hanyuan and the others had bet correctly!

He had indeed crossed this seemingly impassable ten thousand years of time through the form of self-sealing!

Leng Hanyuan clenched his fist.

He mobilized that soul power which had remained stagnant for ten thousand years.

An aura as vast as a glacier instantly unfurled within the secret chamber.

Leng Yaozhu's pupils constricted abruptly.

With her cultivation as a Four-Word Battle Armor Master, she still felt an extreme sense of dread.

The strength of this ancestor from ten thousand years ago was likely no less than that of the Sky-Propping Douluo, Yun Ming, of Shrek Academy.

He had truly stepped into the pinnacle of this mortal world!

One more step upward, and he would likely be a god!

Leng Hanyuan rose from the Ice Coffin, walked to Leng Yaozhu's side, and patted her shoulder.

The gesture was natural, carrying the doting affection of an elder for a younger generation.

He spoke softly, his gaze fixed upon the entrance of the secret chamber.

"Let us go."

"Take me to see this..."

"World ten thousand years later."