Clear Sky Sect Ancestor Tang Potian

Old Li grabbed Ning Wuqian's sleeve and desperately yanked him backward.

The old man's legs trembled so badly he could barely stand, his teeth chattering softly.

"Run! Run!"

Ning Wuqian had not even turned around.

Boom!

The bronze door above them shook violently.

A massive jet-black hammer dropped from thin air, crashing straight into the bronze floor before them.

The shockwave sent rubble flying, lashing their faces with stinging force.

Ning Wuqian was thrown away by the impact and slammed heavily into the corridor wall.

His blood churned in his chest, and a metallic sweetness rose in his throat.

He looked up, his gaze fixed firmly on the massive hammer.

Ancient patterns coiled around its handle, while its absurdly huge head shimmered with a dark golden gleam.

Then, nine rings of light rose one after another from beneath the hammer.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The blinding blood-red glow instantly illuminated the entire underground space.

That overwhelming pressure crashed down like mountains and seas.

Ning Wuqian's bones creaked under the unbearable strain. He was pinned flat against the ground, unable to so much as move a finger.

A Title Douluo.

And a Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

This old monster could turn him and Old Li into two piles of mush with a flick of his finger.

There was no way to fight.

There was not even a chance to escape.

Surrender.

He had to surrender immediately and look for a chance to negotiate.

Beyond the Sky Curtain.

Douluo Continent fell into dead silence.

Inside the Clear Sky Sect's main hall, several elders shot to their feet at once. Chairs toppled everywhere, but no one cared.

Tang Xiao stared fixedly at the blood-red Soul Ring on the Sky Curtain, breathing heavily.

"Th-this... this is our ancestor!"

"Ancestor Tang Potian!"

The Second Elder's beard trembled wildly as he pointed at the Sky Curtain with a shaking finger.

"The sect's secret records state that Ancestor Potian was the first Title Douluo in the history of our Clear Sky Sect!"

"Twenty thousand years ago, our ancestor had already broken through Rank 90 and obtained a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!"

"Heavens! Our ancestor's majestic form is actually being shown again on this Sky Curtain!"

The Clear Sky Sect disciples all fell to their knees and kowtowed toward the Sky Curtain.

The Seventh Elder wept openly, repeatedly pounding his chest.

"Heaven has blessed our Clear Sky Sect! Our ancestor has revealed himself!"

"A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring from twenty thousand years ago!"

The Chat Group exploded.

[Ma Hongjun: Holy shit, holy shit! Nine Soul Rings! The last one is red!]

[Oscar: There were Title Douluos twenty thousand years ago? And one with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring? What kind of godlike era was that?!]

[Yan: That pressure is way too terrifying. Even through the Sky Curtain, I feel like I can barely breathe.]

[Xie Yue: The Clear Sky Sect's foundation runs this deep? Even Spirit Hall's records have no mention of a Title Douluo from that far back.]

[Dai Mubai: That red glow makes my blood run cold even through the screen. Is this the true power of the world's number-one tool Martial Soul?]

[Qian Renxue: Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts from twenty thousand years ago were probably even more terrifying than those in the current Star Dou Great Forest. He actually killed one alone?]

Within the Sky Curtain.

A tall figure slowly emerged from behind the bronze door.

The newcomer wore coarse linen clothes. He was massively built, his muscles knotted, and his unkempt hair hung loosely over his shoulders.

He lifted the thousand-pound Clear Sky Hammer with one hand and rested it on his shoulder.

"Looks like Master was right after all."

Tang Potian looked down from above at the two people sprawled on the ground.

"Is one of you in possession of a Martial Soul capable of determining whether treasures are genuine?"

The moment those words were spoken.

Inside the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect beyond the Sky Curtain.

Ning Fengzhi suddenly crushed the teacup in his hand.

Scalding tea splashed across the back of his hand, yet he did not notice at all.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin strode forward and gripped Ning Fengzhi's shoulder.

"Fengzhi, what is it?"

Ning Fengzhi's chest heaved violently, and the finger pointing at the Sky Curtain trembled slightly.

At that moment, every clue in his mind connected.

So that was it!

This was not some random ancient tomb expedition at all.

From the very beginning, it had been a trap!

A trap laid specifically for Ning Wuqian across twenty thousand years!

There were no mechanisms, no hidden weapons, not even a monster guarding the tomb.

There was only one door and a Title Douluo waiting here.

This ancient tomb had been deliberately left behind for Ancestor Ning Wuqian!

Bone Douluo Gu Rong's eyes widened as he sucked in a sharp breath.

"Sect Master, you mean..."

"That's right." Ning Fengzhi gritted his teeth and enunciated each word. "This map, this ancient tomb, all of it was prepared for Ancestor Wuqian. Someone had foreseen today twenty thousand years ago!"

At those words, Chen Xin and Gu Rong exchanged glances, their faces filled with shock.

A plan spanning twenty thousand years.

Such a method was simply unheard of.

Meanwhile, inside the Clear Sky Sect's main hall.

The elders who had just been kowtowing all froze in place.

Tang Xiao dug at his ear, suspecting he had heard wrong.

"Master?"

The dignified ancestor of the Clear Sky Sect.

The first Title Douluo in its history.

A peerless expert with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

He actually... called someone else Master?!

The Second Elder collapsed onto the floor, his eyes wide.

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Our ancestor was so proud. How could he possibly acknowledge someone as his master!"

"This Sky Curtain must be fake! It's an illusion!"

The Seventh Elder was trembling with rage as he pointed at the Sky Curtain and cursed.

"Absurd! Utterly absurd!"

"The men of our Clear Sky Sect stand tall between heaven and earth. We kneel only to heaven, earth, and our parents. How could we ever become someone's servants!"

"Someone must be maliciously slandering our Clear Sky Sect!"

The faith of the entire Clear Sky Sect cracked apart at that moment.

What kind of terrifying existence was this "Master" who could make a Title Douluo with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring willingly submit?

Tang Xiao clenched his fists so tightly his nails dug into his flesh.

He did not want to believe it.

But the pressure of that Clear Sky Hammer on the Sky Curtain could not be faked.

It truly was the Clear Sky Sect's fundamental power.

Inside the Sky Curtain.

Old Li had completely broken down.

He lay sprawled on the ground, his pants soaked through, the stench of urine spreading through the corridor.

The old man clutched his head with both hands, kowtowing as he wailed.

"Have mercy, Great King! Have mercy, Grandpa!"

"I'm just a dirt-digger! I don't know anything!"

Ning Wuqian gritted his teeth and struggled to lift his head against the terrifying pressure.

His mind raced.

This giant had mentioned a Martial Soul that could determine whether treasures were genuine.

That meant he was not here to kill them. He needed something from them.

Or rather, he was carrying out the orders of that so-called Master.

If he did not admit it now, both of them would die.

This old man might be greedy, but he had done his best throughout the journey.

Besides, if Ning Wuqian did not step forward, one swing of this Title Douluo's hammer would leave no one alive.

If he admitted it, at least he could live. Maybe he could even save Old Li.

Ning Wuqian endured the agony in his chest and shouted.

"It's me!"

"I have that Martial Soul!"

Tang Potian swept his gaze toward him.

The pressure pinning Ning Wuqian down instantly vanished.

Ning Wuqian gasped for breath, his clothes drenched in cold sweat.

He struggled to his feet, then dropped to his knees and heavily knocked his head against the ground.

"Senior, the Martial Soul is mine. It has nothing to do with this old man."

"Please spare his life, Senior. Kill me or torture me as you please—I, Ning Wuqian, will not take a single step back!"

Tang Potian watched him for a moment.

"Get lost."

He waved a hand at Old Li.

Old Li scrambled away on hands and knees, not daring to look back.

The tension in Ning Wuqian's heart eased by half.

That old bastard was lucky.

"You, stay."

Tang Potian pointed at Ning Wuqian.

"Close your eyes."

Ning Wuqian did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately shut his eyes.

A man had to bow his head under another's roof.

The world spun around him.

A sensation of weightlessness struck him, and fierce wind howled beside his ears.

Ning Wuqian sensed that he had been lifted into the air and was moving rapidly.

About half an incense stick's time later.

His feet touched solid ground again.

"Open your eyes."

Ning Wuqian slowly opened his eyes.

The blinding golden light nearly blinded him.

Before him lay a vast underground cavern.

Glowing crystals were embedded in the cavern walls, illuminating the place as brightly as day.

But what shocked him most was the metal piled throughout the entire cavern.

Hundreds upon hundreds of pieces!

Every single one radiated dense Soul Power fluctuations.

Ning Wuqian swallowed, his heartbeat suddenly accelerating.

Deep Sea Silver!

Crimson Flame Refined Gold!

Cold Marrow Iron!

Any single piece could fetch at least a thousand Gold Soul Coins on the black market outside!

This place was practically a mobile treasury!

There were enough rare metals here to forge a fully armed army of Soul Masters.

I've struck it rich.

This time, he had truly struck it rich.

Ning Wuqian's throat went dry, and even his breathing turned scorching.

Before he could recover from the wild joy of sudden wealth.

Tang Potian's rough voice exploded beside his ear.

"These metals were left behind by my master."

"Now, immediately analyze all of their uses."

Tang Potian slammed the enormous Clear Sky Hammer heavily onto the ground.

A deep fissure split open across the ground.

"If you fail, or if you dare deceive me."

"I'll smash your head open with one blow."

A threat.

A naked threat.

Ning Wuqian shrank his neck, cold sweat running down his back.