The city gates closed again, and the patrolling disciple caught up with a broad smile, chuckling in a low voice as he fiddled with his storage bag. "Junior brother," he said, "I didn't expect you to be so wealthy. If there are any more good things like this in the future, don't forget your senior brother."
Qin Yu slowly stopped, turned to the side, and looked at the patrolling disciple, a faint smile appearing on his lips. "Of course." "I won't forget." The smile vanished instantly, Qin Yu eyes turning icy cold. The next instant...
A streak of grayish-white sword light silently flashed through the night. Thud—the patrolling disciple's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes still holding the joyful expression from moments before, but his pupils had completely lost their light. Until the very last moment, he didn't know what had happened. His entire body slowly transformed into countless grayish-white specks of light, dissipating into the night wind without leaving a trace.
Qin Yu remained calm, as if he had only done something trivial. He put away the token, his gaze slowly sweeping across the entire ancestral land of the Ancient God Clan, before disappearing back into the night.
Along the way, with the help of the Ancient God Clan token at his waist, Qin Yu encountered almost no obstacles. He traveled through various parts of the ancestral land, and his divine sense firmly memorized the general layout of the entire Ancient God Clan. In the center of the ancestral land was an incomparably magnificent ancient holy temple, and behind the holy temple was the clan chief's hall.
The west side is dotted with many elders' temples, while the east side is a series of disciples' living areas. Further in, there are the Pill Hall, the Scroll Pavilion, the Punishment Hall, the Altar, and several forbidden areas that are heavily restricted and sealed off.
While observing, Qin Yu memorized all the routes. Then, his figure quietly disappeared into the disciples' living area. The whole process went unnoticed by anyone. The night provided him with the best cover. Just as a figure pushed open a door, a gray-white sword light flashed past in the next instant.
In another courtyard, two Ancient God Clan disciples who were meditating cross-legged had their Fate Soul completely annihilated before they even had a chance to open their eyes. Further ahead, just as the patrol team rounded a corner, an invisible sword intent gently swept past, and the entire patrol team vanished without a sound or a scream.
Not even a trace of Fate Soul fluctuation spread; the entire ancestral land of the Ancient God Clan remained shrouded in night, unnoticed by anyone. The time it takes for an incense stick to burn quietly passed. When Qin Yu stopped again, the entire area where the Ancient God Clan lived had become deathly quiet.
A large number of the Ancient God Clan disciples Annihilation in their sleep, yet no alarms were sounded in the ancestral land. Qin Yu stood slowly outside a courtyard that was significantly more magnificent in scale. The courtyard was paved with gold and stone, and two black jade beast statues stood in front of the gate. A dark gold plaque hung above the hall door, and several layers of Fate Soul restrictions slowly circulated around it.
Qin Yu raised his head, looking at the courtyard before him—clearly different from the residences of ordinary disciples—his eyes narrowing slightly. "It seems..." "That's where the stewards should be."
Night still enveloped the entire ancestral land of the Ancient God Clan. In the distance, soul flames flickered gently, illuminating the black palaces, but failing to light up the corners hidden in the darkness. Qin Yu slowly approached the magnificent courtyard, without emitting the slightest fluctuation of his Fate Soul.
He stood outside the door, slowly closed his eyes, and a wisp of divine sense, like a gentle spring breeze and nourishing rain, quietly seeped through the crack in the door and slowly entered the hall. A moment later, everything in the room came into his perception. A middle-aged man was sitting cross-legged on the bed. Although he maintained a cultivation posture, he had already fallen into a deep state of meditation.
This Fate Soul, with the Daoist aura of the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme subtly flowing around him. Beside the bed lay a jet-black longsword and a steward's token. Qin Yu slowly opened his eyes, his gaze devoid of any emotion. The next instant, boom—the door was suddenly kicked open. The moment the wooden door shattered, the steward awoke with a start, his eyes snapping open.
"Who--" Before he could finish speaking, a gray-white sword light entered his pupils. Qin Yu stepped into the room, Silent Origin Stainless Sword was already drawn. Without the slightest hesitation, the Silent Origin Stainless Sword - First Form - No-Thought Absolute Silence Sword, the sword light did not have any amazing momentum.
An Ultimate streak of pure, unadulterated gray-white light swept across the void—the deacon's voice abruptly ceased. His eyes remained wide open, his face still contorted with shock, before his Fate Soul had been completely severed from his consciousness, life force, and foundation by that single sword strike...
In the same instant, silence fell, and the person slowly collapsed, no longer breathing. Qin Yu sheathed his sword, turned, and left. The entire process took only a breath.
... Then, Qin Yu's figure disappeared into the night again, one courtyard, two courtyards, three courtyards... Every time a door was pushed open, a gray-white sword light would quietly flash by. Those Ancient God Clan deacons who were usually high and mighty did not even have time to activate their Fate Soul before they were forever stuck in their deep sleep.
Some were in seclusion, some were meditating, and some were drinking. Others had just noticed faint footsteps outside the door and were about to get up to investigate. However, the next moment, all that awaited them was a single, emotionless, gray-white sword light. The entire ancestral land of the Ancient God Clan remained eerily quiet, without any clash of supernatural powers or echoing screams.
Without any alarm bells ringing, the deacon residences returned to silence once more. However... the people inside would never wake up again. Less than a moment later, Qin Yu slowly sheathed the Silent Origin Stainless Sword, his divine sense sweeping across the entire deacon living area. All the Fate Soul aura belonging to the True Annihilation Realm · Supreme had completely disappeared.
Qin Yu remained calm, as if he had simply completed an ordinary task. He raised his gaze and looked towards the western side of the ancestral land. There, even more magnificent and ancient temples were built against the mountain, rising and falling, each temple radiating a pressure of the Great Dao far exceeding that of the steward's residence.
That was precisely where the temples of the Ancient God Clan elders were located. Qin Yu took a step forward, his figure transforming once again into a faint gray shadow, silently darting westward. However, just as he was less than a few feet away from the first elder's temple, a buzzing sound rang out—
A faint ripple suddenly appeared in the void ahead, and a transparent light screen, almost blending into the night, slowly emerged. Countless ancient Dao patterns intertwined, forming a massive network of restrictions covering the entire elders' area. These Dao patterns were faintly visible, and between each pattern flowed a rich aura of Fate Soul essence. Qin Yu slowly stopped.
His gaze fell upon the barrier before him, and a faint smile slowly crept onto his lips. "Oh?" "Not bad." "These Elder Halls..." "They've even set up a barrier formation."
A night breeze blew, and the entire area of the Ancient God Clan elders was completely silent. Qin Yu slowly stood in front of the restriction, his eyes calmly gazing at the faintly visible Dao pattern light screen before him.
Countless Fate Soul patterns intertwined, flowing continuously along the meridians of heaven and earth, forming an extremely intricate sealing network. Within her sea of consciousness, Xiao Yue softly said, "Little Qinzi, this restriction is indeed much more complex than the outer one, but..." Before she could finish speaking, Qin Yu had already slowly raised his palm. A wisp of divine sense slowly merged into the restriction.
The next moment, the entire trajectory of all the Dao patterns within the entire restriction was reflected in Qin Yu's sea of consciousness. Qin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly, and after his gaze slowly swept along each pattern for a moment, a faint smile slowly appeared on his lips. "I see." Then, he gently shook his head. "That's it?"
As the sound faded, Qin Yu gently raised his right index finger. Within his sea of consciousness, the Daoist principles of the Primordial Hongmeng Great Luo Heavenly Chapter flowed slowly, and a Primordial Chaos character quietly landed at the most crucial node of the restriction. Buzz—
The entire restriction trembled slightly, and then countless Dao patterns began to change their flow direction on their own. The great array that had been blocking each other seemed to make way for each other. There was no roar, no collapse, and no warning. The entire restriction remained as it was, except that an entrance that could only be passed through one person quietly opened up in front of Qin Yu.
Qin Yu took a step forward, entering the elders' area. The restriction behind him slowly closed again, without causing any disturbance. Just as Qin Yu continued to walk forward for less than a few dozen feet, suddenly, an old and deep voice rang out from the darkness.
"Who?" "In the dead of night." "What are you doing trespassing into the elders' area?" As the voice rang out, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the temple on the right. It was an old man dressed in a black and gold robe.
His hair and beard were gray, his face was gaunt, his eyes were sharp like a hawk's, his forehead was covered with wrinkles left by the years, his hands were behind his back, and the aura of the Great Dao of the Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage flowed faintly around him.
He slowly walked into the moonlight, his gaze immediately falling on Qin Yu, then on the Ancient God Clan's token hanging at Qin Yu's waist, his brows furrowing instantly. "Are you courting death?" "Not sleeping in the middle of the night." "Trespassing on the elders' territory?" At this moment.
Qin Yu had already completely concealed his true cultivation level, and what he was currently displaying was only the True Annihilation Realm · Intermediate Stage. He immediately showed a slightly flustered expression and hurriedly clasped his hands in a fist salute. "Oh, oh." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "Disciple... disciple went to the wrong place." "Wrong place?"
The old man's eyes grew colder and colder as he slowly extended his right hand. "Give me your token so I can take a look." Qin Yu remained calm, but his mind was already racing. The elder might not remember the faces of every ordinary disciple, but once the token was handed over, the Fate Soul imprint and name on it would be enough for the other party to instantly discover the flaw.
Qin Yu slowly raised his right hand, as if preparing to take down the token. In his sea of consciousness, sword intent had already quietly condensed. His right hand slowly grasped the hilt of the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. A cold light quietly appeared in his eyes. Just as Qin Yu was about to draw his sword instantly, the old man's eyes suddenly shrank.
Seemingly sensing something. "Hmm?" "You..." "Something's wrong!" Boom—without any warning, the old man's right palm suddenly struck out, a pitch-black Fate Soul palm print tearing through the night sky, heading straight for Qin Yu's chest. Qin Yu reacted Ultimate quickly, stepping forward and instantly retreating dozens of feet.
The palm print grazed his clothes and crashed down with a deafening boom, instantly creating a crater hundreds of feet deep in the ground. Qin Yu slowly raised his head, his eyes coldly fixed on the old man. At the same time, the old man's expression had completely darkened as he stared intently at Qin Yu.
His voice was icy and chilling. "Who exactly are you?" "How dare you impersonate a disciple of my clan." "And..." His gaze slowly shifted to the restrictions behind him. His pupils suddenly contracted. "The restriction array of the elders' area..." "It's actually been broken." "No disciple of my Ancient God Clan could have done that." The old man slowly took a step forward. The pressure of the Great Dao at the Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage instantly spread out. "You..." "Who exactly are you?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the entire elder area erupted in a blinding radiance from the temples. One, two, three... In just a few breaths, ten extremely powerful Fate Soul auras soared into the sky from the various temples, and ten figures transformed into streaks of light, flying rapidly towards this place from all directions. Qin Yu saw this.
Without any hesitation, the gray-white light slowly flowed, and the disguise on his face gradually disappeared, revealing the hidden aura of his Fate Soul. Eternal Silence Realm Initial Stage! Boom! A terrifying pressure from the Great Dao instantly swept across the entire elder area. Qin Yu slowly raised his head, looking at the numerous Ancient God Clan elders rushing towards him, a cold smile appearing on his lips.
"Who am I?" He slowly tightened his grip on the Silent Origin Stainless Sword. The sword slowly unsheathed, its greyish-white light illuminating the entire night sky. Qin Yu's cold gaze swept over everyone, and he spoke slowly, word by word, "I am the King of Hell of your Ancient God Clan."