Gu Yuan, Mighty Adept of the Triple Reincarnation Tribulation, Master of the Ancestral Talismans!

Immediately afterward.

"Roar!"

The Thunder-Horned Flood Dragon suddenly opened its blood-filled maw and let out a deafening draconic roar.

Boom!

Along with that roar, a storm of Yuan Power belonging exclusively to a great Form Creation Realm demon swept toward Yu Tianming.

That pure, savage draconic pressure was thousands upon tens of thousands of times stronger than the martial soul aura emanating from Yu Tianming!

"What?!"

The arrogance on Yu Tianming's face froze instantly.

Before he even had time to react, the phantom of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul he took such pride in was covered in cracks.

Then it shattered with a thunderous explosion!

"Pfft!"

With his martial soul forcibly shattered, Yu Tianming felt as though lightning had struck him.

He spat out a great mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its string cut.

He slammed heavily into a stone wall beside the street, smashing a human-shaped crater into the wall behind him.

A mighty rank-forty-eight Soul Ancestor.

A genius of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

Yet he could not even withstand a single roar from someone else's carriage-pulling demonic beast!

Even his martial soul had been shattered outright!

At this sight that shook their most fundamental beliefs, countless Soul Masters across the Douluo Continent widened their eyes, feeling their understanding of the world crumble layer by layer.

Within the scene, the tremendous commotion had clearly drawn the attention of the beast-drawn carriage's owner.

A fair-skinned hand slowly lifted the carriage's curtain.

A handsome young nobleman dressed in luxurious embroidered robes leaned halfway out.

He frowned at Yu Tianming, who lay amid the rubble, his life or death unknown, and spoke in a voice filled with displeasure.

"What happened?"

"Where did this lunatic come from, daring to disturb my mount?"

At the young nobleman's question, a guard riding a fine horse nearby hurriedly dismounted.

Powerful fluctuations of Yuan Power emanated from the guard; he was actually an expert at the great perfection of Yuan Dan Realm.

The guard bowed, his face filled with respect.

"Reporting to Young Master Wang, it was a beggar who came out of nowhere."

"He actually tried to provoke your Form Creation Realm Thunder-Horned Flood Dragon with his pitifully weak lightning aura."

"In the end, he couldn't withstand even a single roar from the flood dragon and was crippled outright."

The young master in embroidered robes sneered disdainfully upon hearing this.

"He truly had no idea of his own limits."

"This Thunder-Horned Flood Dragon of mine is a pure-blooded demonic beast captured at great expense. Even Qi Creation Realm experts wouldn't dare clash with it head-on."

"A piece of trash who hasn't even reached the Earth Yuan Realm dared try to extort our Wang Clan?"

With that, Young Master Wang waved his hand in disgust.

"Hurry up and clear away this trash. Don't let him dirty the imperial capital's streets."

"Throw him into the underground arena. He'll make a couple of days' rations for those ferocious beasts."

"Yes, young master!"

The guard accepted the order and strode straight over to the rubble.

Then, as though picking up a chick, he seized Yu Tianming by the neck and lifted him before turning toward a dark alley at the end of the street.

As the guard departed, the beast-drawn carriage slowly resumed its journey.

The image on the sky curtain froze as well.

[Explorer No. 5, Yu Tianming.]

[Encountered the Wang Clan, one of the Four Great Clans of the Great Yan Dynasty's imperial capital.]

[Status: martial soul shattered, severely injured.]

[Current identity: reduced to rations for ferocious beasts in the imperial capital's underground arena.]

Rumble!

After clearly seeing the notices on the sky curtain and hearing the conversation of the people within the scene.

The entire Douluo Continent went utterly mad.

Inside the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

"Pfft!"

Clan Chief Yu Yuanzhen could no longer endure this crushing humiliation. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed into his grand armchair.

"Tianming... my Tianming!"

On Shrek Academy's training grounds.

Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang slumped on the ground like a heap of mud.

His aged face had long since lost all color, and his hollow eyes stared at the sky.

After a long while, he suddenly scrambled up as though he had lost his mind, waving his arms like a madman as he shouted hysterically.

"Fake!"

"It's all fake!"

"That wasn't some carriage-pulling demonic beast at all!"

"Did you hear him? That young master said it himself! It was some kind of pure-blooded demonic beast!"

"According to my martial soul theory, that was definitely a terrifying ferocious beast beyond the hundred-thousand-year level!"

"That young master must also be a powerful Titled Douluo."

"He deliberately used a hundred-thousand-year ferocious beast to pull his carriage just to flaunt his strength!"

"Yes, that's it! That must be it!"

"There's no shame in Yu Tianming losing to a hundred-thousand-year ferocious beast!"

But this time, a trace of doubt had entered the eyes of the surrounding students as they looked at him.

Still, they could hardly expose him for fear of upsetting Yu Xiaogang, so they could only steel themselves and flatter him.

"Grandmaster is right."

"The way I see it, there are just a few top factions in that world playing tricks to mystify everyone."

"The Wang Clan? I've never even heard of them."

Tang San, by contrast, had his brows drawn into three deep furrows.

"The Great Yan Dynasty's imperial capital, the Wang Clan."

"Form Creation Realm, Qi Creation Realm..."

"Along with the Earth Yuan Realm, Heaven Yuan Realm, and Yuan Dan Realm that Huyan Li mentioned earlier."

"The cultivation system of this Martial Universe is actually so vast and rigorous!"

A trace of deep apprehension flashed through Tang San's eyes.

Although he did not want to admit it, his mind, tempered by two lifetimes, understood very well.

That so-called Young Master Wang just now definitely looked no older than twenty-five.

Yet such a young man could use a terrifying ferocious beast capable of instantly killing a rank-forty-eight Soul Ancestor as a carriage-pulling mount.

Just how terrifying were the Wang Clan's reserves of power?

Spirit Hall.

The atmosphere inside the Supreme Pontiff's Hall had become oppressively heavy.

Bibi Dong sat upright upon her throne, her stunning face filled with unrelenting gravity.

"The Four Great Clans..."

"A mere young master of a clan within an empire could freely command such a terrifying ferocious beast."

"Then how powerful must the Great Yan Dynasty's imperial family be?"

At this thought, Bibi Dong unconsciously tightened her fingers.

Meanwhile.

In the Martial Universe, which the people of the Douluo Continent could not see at all.

The Eastern Xuan Region, Sky Palace.

As the ninth great super sect that had forcibly fought its way into existence beyond the Eastern Xuan Region's former Eight Great Super Sects.

The present Sky Palace possessed unfathomable reserves of power, and even faintly exuded an invincible might that surpassed the Yuan Sect.

And all of this was solely because of the master of Sky Palace.

That legendary supreme powerhouse of the present age who had undergone the triple reincarnation tribulation and, through unparalleled talent, forcibly gained control over three great Ancestral Talismans.

Gu Yuan.

At that moment, inside a mist-wreathed pavilion deep within Sky Palace.

Two figures sat facing each other.

An unfinished game lay on the stone table.

The man on the left wore blue robes and had handsome features, his every movement carrying a natural air of returning to simplicity and truth.

This was none other than the master of Sky Palace, Gu Yuan.

As for the refined middle-aged man sitting opposite him, holding a black stone and pondering with a rueful smile.

Were he to step outside, he could certainly make the entire Eastern Xuan Region tremble three times.

For he was Ying Xuanzi, the sect master of the Dao Sect, one of the long-established super sects.

"Brother Gu, your moves truly are unfathomable."

Ying Xuanzi shook his head and set down the black stone in his hand with some helplessness.

Before this legendary supreme powerhouse.

Even as the Samsara Stage sect master of the Dao Sect, he could not help feeling deeply pressured.

Gu Yuan smiled faintly as well and casually placed a white stone on the board.

"Your heart is unsettled, Sect Master Ying. Naturally, you cannot see through this game."

At those words, Ying Xuanzi sighed.

He lifted the teacup on the table and took a sip, after which his expression grew somewhat graver.

"Brother Gu, to tell you the truth."

"Not long ago, a mysterious spatial fluctuation suddenly appeared in this world."

"I heard that a strange wild beast without even a demon crystal fell into the Yuan Sect's territory."

"This power appeared far too strangely. Even I cannot deduce its origin."

"What do you make of it, Brother Gu?"

After speaking, Ying Xuanzi stared intently at Gu Yuan.

In his view.

Throughout the entire Eastern Xuan Region, and even the whole world.

Perhaps only this peak Reincarnation Stage expert before him, who controlled three great Ancestral Talismans, could see through the mystery within.

At Ying Xuanzi's words, Gu Yuan's movement as he drank his tea paused slightly.

Yet his expression did not change at all.

Only an imperceptible glint of something different flashed through his deep eyes.

A wild beast without a demon crystal?

As a transmigrator, Gu Yuan's heart was actually as clear as a polished mirror.

However, he still did not know exactly where these creatures came from.

Still, counting the years, a long time had passed since he began struggling in this world, fighting his way from the bottom all the way to the peak Reincarnation Stage.

To think another anomaly would arise now?

But Gu Yuan did not spell it out.

He set down his teacup and waved his hand casually.

"There's no need to make a fuss."

"This world is boundless. Spatial rifts occasionally appearing and sweeping in some people and objects is nothing unusual."

"Since they're here, simply let them live or perish on their own in this world."

Hearing Gu Yuan's calm, breezy explanation, Ying Xuanzi nodded in sudden understanding.

"So that's how it is. Your knowledge and experience truly are extensive, Brother Gu."

"It seems I've been like the man of Qi who feared the sky would fall."

Ying Xuanzi let out a long breath.

Since this supreme powerhouse had spoken, it meant those disturbances could not stir up any waves at all.

Nor were they any sort of Yimo, so they truly were not worth the concern of super sect masters like themselves.

"Rather than that."

Gu Yuan changed the subject, his profound gaze turning toward the distant horizon.

"The Hundred Dynasties War is about to begin."

"Sect Master Ying, where do you think the champion of this Hundred Dynasties War will come from?"

Hearing this, a glimmer of light also flashed through Ying Xuanzi's eyes.

After all, this was the major event that concerned super sects like theirs the most at present.