The Revitalizing Master of Clear Sky, Level-99 Tang Chen! Yu Yuanzhen Wept: If Father Were Still Here...

On the ranking screen, Lion Douluo raised an eyebrow, looking down from on high at the green-haired elder:

"Oh?

Lan Xuan of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

A level-94 control-system Title Douluo with the Blue Silver King martial soul.

Old man, while your martial soul lacks any real bite, your recovery capability certainly has staying power.

However, you alone cannot prop up the ambitions of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Lan Xuan smiled warmly, bringing his palms together, and responded neither servilely nor overbearingly:

"The Fourth Elder jests.

My sect has always disliked strife, and we have come this time merely to seek a stable legacy.

Still, we look forward to witnessing the tournament hosted by Wuhun Hall."

Immediately following, a deafening dragon roar echoed through the valley, and blue lightning ran wild in the air like giant pythons.

"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has arrived!"

Several burly elders with their right arms half-transformed into dragons descended amidst a sky full of lightning.

The leading man exuded a violent aura, a pair of dragon eyes locked firmly on Lion Douluo in midair.

[Sixty years ago, the contemporary head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan: Yu Shenglong, a level-95 Super Douluo with the title: Thunder.

In this era, Yu Yuanzhen was merely the young clan head, still only at the Soul Douluo realm.]

Lion Douluo burst out laughing:

"The old dragon of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan still has such a fiery temper.

However, you've only just stepped into level 95, haven't you?

You're still a bit lacking if you want to trade blows with this old man!"

The sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan snorted coldly, electric arcs flashing violently across his entire body:

"Lion, do not be arrogant.

The lightning of my sect is not necessarily afraid of your blazing fire!"

Just as the two sides were at a dagger-drawn impasse, the sky above Falling Star Valley suddenly darkened.

A terrifying pressure, heavy enough to suffocate, descended abruptly like the collapse of heaven and earth.

"Tang Chen of the Clear Sky Sect, specially come to test Wuhun Hall's ultimate techniques."

A deep and magnetic voice reverberated through the valley.

Only a man with shoulder-length black hair and a body as tall and imposing as a mountain was seen

carrying a massive Clear Sky Hammer on his shoulder that radiated a dark black light, walking down from the void step by step.

With every step he took, the void emitted an unbearable groan.

The terrifying gravitational fluctuations caused the expressions of all the soul masters present to change drastically.

The arrogance on Lion Douluo's face instantly vanished, his body instinctively tensing up as he stared fixedly at that figure, saying in a deep voice:

"Tang Chen..."

On the ranking screen, following Tang Chen's descent, several figures clad in gray robes followed closely behind, landing on one side of the valley.

However, compared to Tang Chen, whose aura was like an abyss, the fluctuations of these people's auras were clearly more than a notch weaker.

Ranking screen narration:

[Behind Tang Chen, several elders of the Clear Sky Sect appeared one after another.

Yet at this time, aside from Tang Chen, the revitalizing master, the overall foundation of the Clear Sky Sect appeared somewhat out of touch with the younger generation.]

[Tang Chen cultivated to the realm of a level-99 Limit Douluo in just a few decades, earning the title 'Clear Sky'.

He independently created the Clear Sky Manual, greatly enhancing the foundational heritage of the Clear Sky Sect.]

[By comparison, the other elders accompanying him at this time only had a mere few who had just barely advanced to Soul Douluo.

Speaking of the overall strength of the sect's backbone, the gap between the Clear Sky Sect at this time and the deeply rooted Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was simply too great.]

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, council hall.

Yu Yuanzhen stared fixedly at the majestic figure wrapped in lightning on the ranking screen, his eye sockets gradually turning red and his voice somewhat hoarse:

"Father... That was Father's heroic bearing back then.

Sixty years ago, our sect was still at its peak, and Father was still alive.

Back then, how glorious and proud the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was..."

Beside him, Yu Luomian looked at Yu Shenglong on the ranking screen, equally deeply moved, and sighed:

"Indeed, Elder Brother.

If Father were still around back then, how could our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan have ended up in such a passive state during the later turmoil?

If he, the old man, were still alive today, the sect would definitely have been able to usher in a new brilliance."

Heaven Dou City, Blue Tyrant Academy.

Liu Erlong stood in the courtyard, gazing at Yu Shenglong who commanded the sky full of wild lightning on the ranking screen, and fell into a long silence.

That was her grandfather, a legendary powerhouse who existed only in family biographies and the words of elders.

Beside Liu Erlong, the students of Blue Tyrant Academy were excitedly discussing among themselves.

Tai Long widened his eyes, pointed at Tang Chen on the ranking screen, and shouted with a face full of shock:

"Is this the founder of the Clear Sky Sect?

A level-99 Limit Douluo!

My god, no wonder our Power Clan blindly attached ourselves to the Clear Sky Sect back then.

With such an invincible powerhouse holding the fort, who in the world would dare provoke them?"

The Clear Sky Sect, main sect hall.

Tang Xiao and a group of elders looked at the figure carrying the black giant hammer on the ranking screen, looking down upon all heroes, and the entire hall fell into a dead silence.

Suddenly, an aged elder could no longer suppress his emotions, tears streaming down his weathered face as he choked out in a sob:

"Old sect master... That is the old sect master!

If Great-grandfather were still holding down the fort in the sect, how could we have been forced to seal the mountain and go into seclusion?

How could our Clear Sky Sect have fallen to the state it is in today, letting Wuhun Hall bully us from the outside!"

Tang Xiao closed his eyes, his hands digging fiercely into the armrests of his seat, but in the end it could only turn into a powerless sigh.

Wuhun Hall, Consecration Hall.

Qian Daoliu quietly watched the high-spirited figure on the ranking screen, complex and hard-to-read emotions flashing in his eyes as he let out a long sigh:

"Tang Chen... It has been a full sixty years, and seeing your demeanor from back then still makes this old man's blood boil.

It's just a pity, where are you now?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo beside him also wore a solemn expression, saying in a deep voice:

"First Consecration, this person was indeed shockingly brilliant back then.

Had he not suppressed an entire era by himself, the Clear Sky Sect back then simply could not have rivaled our Wuhun Hall."

Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly, laughing self-deprecatingly:

"He truly is a monster.

Back then, this old man and he were both level-99 Limit Douluos, but in that battle, this old man still lost to him by half a move.

Even this old man cannot deny the invincible era he pioneered."

Inside the Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong sat high upon the papal throne, looking at Tang Chen, who swallowed mountains and rivers in the ranking screen, as a sneer curved the corner of her mouth:

"Individual strength can never be passed down for ten thousand generations.

No matter how strong Tang Chen was, his final resting place remains unknown today.

A sect supported by only one person is destined to be nothing more than a castle in the air."

Hu Liena stood to one side, asking with a trace of shock:

"Teacher, is a level-99 Limit Douluo really this terrifying?

Can they actually prop up the entire status of the head of the Upper Three Sects with their own strength alone?"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly, ambition flashing in her eyes:

"In the face of absolute power, numbers truly have no meaning.

Yet the Clear Sky Sect rose because of Tang Chen, and fell because of Tang Chen.

The moment he disappeared, the Clear Sky Sect immediately revealed its true form, reduced to the cowardice of sealing the mountain to avoid the world.

Such a deformed prosperity is better off gone."

Slaughter City, inside the dark and damp palace.