[The Little Grudge Between Void and Deathless Mountain] (Bonus chapter)

"What are you after, fellow Daoist?!"

The Ji Family's old saint looked grave. He could not win a fight, and he had no grounds to argue. They could not keep this standoff going forever.

Emperor Weapons were the most powerful weapons in the world. Even saints could not wield them for long, as doing so consumed enormous amounts of divine energy.

For an ancestral guardian whose lifespan was already running short, such expenditure was no different from cutting his life short and hastening his death.

Granted, from the moment he sealed himself in divine origin to become an ancestral guardian, the Ji Family's old saint had already considered himself a dead man. He had resolved to sacrifice himself for the entire family, ready to emerge and fight to the death whenever the Ji Family faced disaster.

But getting into a senseless fight over some trivial matter would simply not be worth it.

Even sacrifice had to mean something!

Besides, he alone was not enough to subdue this saint of the present age. They would need to summon at least a Saint King, perhaps even a true Great Saint.

But how could they possibly do that? The Ji Family had deep reserves, and with a saint appearing once every tens of thousands of years, they could afford to expend one or two.

An expert in the Saint King realm could claim a place even on the Ancient Starry Road, ruling over an entire star. Even in the Desolate Ancient World, one might appear only once in a hundred thousand years.

As for Great Saints, those ancestral guardians were reserved for the Immortal Ascension Road and the dark turmoil. They were the family's final safeguard, protecting its promising young talents as they fled into the starry sky to preserve the family bloodline.