"Quick, quick, quick! A lot of old monsters are coming! Hide his presence right now!"
"Goddammit, hide it my ass! The Chaos Sacred Body is supreme! Does it need hiding? Can it even be hidden? Beat them back!"
"Those undying old dogs actually dare to invade our Ancient Desolate Holy Land at a time like this! Do they really think we're a soft persimmon they can squeeze?"
Sensing the powerful presences approaching from every direction, the Ancient Desolate Holy Land's ancestors who had emerged from seclusion all burst into curses.
At the same time, chilling killing intent surged from their bodies, shaking their surroundings.
Deep within the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, the peerless woman who resembled a banished immortal stepped forth.
Wherever she passed, the surrounding air crackled, then froze solid.
She was none other than the current Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land,
Han Bingning!
She abruptly raised her head toward the sky, and a terrifying freezing intent surged from her body.
Her cold voice spread across tens of thousands of miles.
"No one may set foot within ten thousand miles of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land!"
"Otherwise, you will be killed without mercy!"
"We will not rest until one side is dead!!!"
Her icy voice, laden with chilling killing intent, echoed through tens of thousands of miles of sky, its lingering reverberations refusing to fade.
At that instant, all the old monsters rushing toward them stopped in their tracks, their expressions grave.
As for those who had hoped to fish in troubled waters and come take a look, their faces turned pale and their bodies stiffened. They no longer dared take even half a step within ten thousand miles of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land.
On the raised platform.
Ye Xuan slowly opened his eyes.
At that moment, he had only one feeling: bliss!
It simply felt too good!
He casually stretched his body, and a series of crackles like soybeans roasting in a pan rang out, making him feel utterly exhilarated.
Ye Xuan raised his head toward the sky, looking at the purple true dragons and the eternal Gods and Devils.
In an instant, some kind of transformation seemed to occur in his pupils.
An uncanny, unfathomable ray of light shot out, piercing the void.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Deafening explosions rang out. The phantoms of Gods and Devils instantly shattered, and the true dragons dissolved into purple qi.
"Sacred Body Divine Pupils? Has he opened his Heavenly Eye?"
"Holy shit, are these old eyes playing tricks on me?"
"What on earth just blinded my titanium-alloy dog eyes?"
At the sight, the dozen or so ancestors were all dumbfounded, once again losing every shred of dignity.
Opening the Heavenly Eye was a skill that could only be unlocked upon reaching the Half-Saint level of cultivation.
But Ye Xuan had clearly only just awakened his Chaos Sacred Body. He had not even cultivated yet.
Terrifying talent!
As the true dragons and Gods and Devils shattered, peace soon returned to heaven and earth, as though nothing had happened.
The scene likewise fell deathly silent; even a falling pin could have been heard.
Ye Xuan glanced around and discovered that everyone below was kneeling.
The holy land expert presiding over the proceedings on the platform was doing the same.
Somewhat embarrassed, he gave a dry cough and asked cautiously, "Senior, um, may I ask-"
Before Ye Xuan could finish speaking.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The sounds of bodies cutting through the air abruptly rang out.
The next second, Ye Xuan heard a series of bangs as the air shook.
"Third, I told you, he's mine! I'm taking him as my disciple!"
"Fourth, you're dreaming! With aptitude like his, only by following me can he become an eternal heavenly prodigy."
"Hmph! I am the First Ancestor! You bastards even dare stand in my way? Are you rebelling?"
Then came an unending stream of furious curses.
Ye Xuan looked up and saw a crowd of slovenly old men fighting in midair while spewing fragrant curses, without the slightest dignity.
They glared at one another, beards bristling and eyes bulging, looking ready to fight to the death.
Ye Xuan was bewildered. Where had these wretched old men sprung from?
The crowd below was also dumbfounded.
Were these really the same terrifying, supremely arrogant ancestor-level experts whose presences had spanned heaven and earth earlier?
Just then, a stunning figure came walking through the void.
She glanced at the old men and said mildly,
"Ancestors, since this child appeared while I was in charge of the holy land, he is fated to be with me. Please, carry on. I shall take him away first."
With that, Han Bingning waved her delicate hand.
The next second, Ye Xuan felt his vision blur, and he had already vanished from the spot.
"What? You took him away? What gives you the right?"
"Little Bingning, it's been years since we last met. You've grown bold!"
"Hey, you little girl! When I was Holy Lord, you were still wearing split-crotch pants! You actually dare compete with me for a disciple? You're infuriating this old man!"
Another chorus of roars came from midair.
Soon, both the voices and the old men vanished from the sky.
On the platform, the elder presiding over the assessment could not help twitching the corners of his mouth.
He first glanced around and discovered that everyone below was still kneeling and gazing up at the sky, with no one paying attention to him. Only then did he heave a great sigh of relief.
He rose unobtrusively, then looked at the people below the platform and said mildly, "The assessment continues. Next!"
The Holy Lord's Hall.
This was where the Holy Lord cultivated in seclusion, and the Spiritual Qi was exceptionally dense.
This was where Han Bingning had brought Ye Xuan.
By now, the damaged wall had already been repaired, leaving no sign that it had ever been broken.
Han Bingning stared at Ye Xuan, looking him up and down, then down and up, until his scalp began to prickle.
Big sister, beautiful lady, could you stop looking at me like that? I'll get shy.
Under Han Bingning's scrutiny, Ye Xuan grumbled inwardly, but dared not show any of it on his face, keeping his eyes lowered obediently.
What a joke. If his guess was right, this was Han Bingning, Holy Lord of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, one of the continent's true top existences.
Even though he had awakened the Chaos Sacred Body, he had yet to begin cultivating. If he offended her, she could easily slap him to death.
Han Bingning studied Ye Xuan for a long time before finally saying, "What is your name? Are you willing to take me as your master?"
Ye Xuan was briefly stunned.
Not only had he awakened the Chaos Sacred Body just after joining the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, but he was also going to take the stunning Holy Lord as his master?
Without hesitation, he nodded, his face full of delight. "Ye Xuan pays his respects to Master."
Seeing how sensible Ye Xuan was, Han Bingning grew even more satisfied.
Her lips curved into a brilliant, radiant smile. "In that case, from today onward, you shall cultivate under me."
Ye Xuan nodded repeatedly. He had no objection whatsoever to taking a stunning master. It was better than following those wretched old men.
While the two were speaking, twelve ancestors also appeared in the hall.
They appeared silently, like ghosts.
As soon as they appeared, they first gave Han Bingning a thoroughly unceremonious scolding before discussing Ye Xuan's affairs.
After a lengthy discussion, they decided to hold a Holy Investiture Ceremony three months later.
They would appoint Ye Xuan as the Holy Son of the Ancient Desolate Holy Land, placing him at the head of all the disciples.
The appearance of the Chaos Sacred Body could no longer be concealed, nor did it need to be, so they could only face it.
After discussing these matters, each of the twelve ancestors generously left some cultivation resources and techniques before they all departed.
Once all the ancestors had left, Han Bingning took out an ancient-looking cultivation scroll, held it out to Ye Xuan, and said solemnly,
"This is the Supreme Profound Scripture, our Ancient Desolate Holy Land's secret cultivation method, created by our founding patriarch."
"The reason our founding patriarch could dominate the Nine Provinces and shake the three thousand realms back then was that he used the Supreme Profound Scripture as his foundation."
"Only the successive Holy Lords, Holy Sons, and Holy Maidens may cultivate this Supreme Profound Scripture. No one else may obtain it. You must never pass it on!"
Ye Xuan accepted the technique and nodded solemnly. "Rest assured, Master. I won't pass it on."
Han Bingning nodded in satisfaction.
Ye Xuan possessed the Chaos Sacred Body, yet he was neither arrogant nor conceited, remaining steady and reserved. This child could be taught.
Seeing that Ye Xuan had already opened the technique and begun reading, she could not help smiling as she continued,
"Don't rush. This technique is extremely difficult to cultivate, especially the initial step."
"Back when I first began, it took me three full months, and that already counted as peerless aptitude, rarely seen in the holy land in ten thousand years."
Yet, just as her words fell-
Boom!
A tremendous sound suddenly erupted from within Ye Xuan. The next second, as Spiritual Qi converged, a spiritual meridian had already opened inside his body.