A slight glint appeared in Qin Yu's eyes.
Ye Ting moved his fingertips, and another batch of territorial maps lit up one after another. "The output of Limitless Resonance Crystal is far lower than that of Energy Crystals." "The clan's current complete reserves are over 9.7 million." "In addition, a large number of unrefined Resonance Crystal Fragment are sealed within six resource vaults."
The next instant, the light in the main hall dimmed slightly. Deep within the family genealogy, a golden page covered by three layers of seals slowly appeared. Ye Ting personally unlocked the first layer of seal, and the record of the God-Level Resonance Crystal emerged.
"God-Level Resonance Crystal." "The Holy Clan currently possesses a complete reserve of over 126,000 such crystals."
Yuan Zhanxiao couldn't help but turn to look at Ye Ting. Over 126,000 God-Level Resonance Crystal, placed within the trading system of the Eternal Nonexistence Limitless Domain, constituted a massive fortune capable of shaking various forces.
But Ye Ting's display was not yet over. As the family genealogy continued to turn the pages, more and more rare and precious artifacts appeared in the hall. There were primordial crystals born from the depths of an Annihilation star; there were remnants of Dao principles left over from the annihilation of an ancient universe;
There are Fate Soul essences sealed within crystals, remaining intact through countless ages; and there are also unparalleled spiritual objects that can stabilize the foundation of one's Dao, repair cracks in True Annihilation, and nourish the Eternal Silence origin.
Most of these items were not used for daily consumption, but were all sealed away separately in the core treasury deep within the Holy Clan.
Ye Ting raised his hand, tracing the twelve top-tier resource territories shrouded in dark golden light. "These twelve are the Holy Clan's current highest-level resource strongholds." "The produce from these areas does not flow into the ordinary clan treasury."
"All spoils will first be sealed by the garrison elders and sent to the Central Holy City. After verification by the clan's high-ranking officials, they will be distributed according to need." "In addition, the clan has built six war reserve vaults." "The resources within these vaults will remain sealed and untouched under normal circumstances." "They may only be opened in the event of a war that threatens the Holy Clan's survival."
Only then did Ye Ting stop.
The entire patriarch's main hall was now enveloped by the Holy Clan's accumulated resources over the past three years. The dome was adorned with a list of powerful figures, including millions of Xuan Mystic Void, hundreds of thousands of True Annihilation, and thousands of Eternal Silence. Ninety-six vast resource territories floated around the perimeter. Deeper within, records of reserves of energy crystals, Limitless Resonance Crystal, God-Level Resonance Crystal, and various rare and precious primordial treasures were displayed.
Qin Yu stood in the center of this panorama of phenomena, remaining silent for a long time. Three years ago, when he had Ye Ting seize the position of patriarch of the Holy Clan, he had also anticipated that once Ye Ting had completely taken control of the Holy Clan, he would become an unparalleled force in his hands. But today, witnessing the whole picture with his own eyes, the shock in his heart was still overwhelming.
The clan comprises over 127 million members, including 1.86 million at the Mystic Void Realm, 270,000 at the True Annihilation Realm, and over 6,700 at the Eternal Silence Realm. In addition, it possesses boundless territory, endless resources, and a wealth inherited through generations.
A gentle tremor ran through the depths of his Fate Soul, and the surging emotions within Qin Yu lingered for a long time. He looked at Ye Ting, his eyes filled with even greater approval, and gently patted his shoulder. "Well done."
A glint instantly lit up Ye Ting's eyes. Qin Yu smiled faintly. "Come here." "Let me introduce you."
He turned and looked at Yuan Zhanxiao and Yuan Xuangu, who were standing quietly to one side. "Ye Ting, you should recognize these two." "Yuan Zhanxiao, the former patriarch of the Ancient God Clan." "Yuan Xuangu, the former Supreme Elder of the Ancient God Clan."
Ye Ting looked solemnly at the two men, Qin Yu continued, "The Ancient God Clan has now been re-established as the [Annihilation God Clan]." "Yuan Zhanxiao remains the clan leader." "Yuan Xuangu remains the Supreme Elder." "I brought these two here today so that you may have a formal meeting."
Qin Yu's expression gradually turned solemn. "From this day forward," he declared, "the Holy Clan and the Annihilation God Clan unite as one, sharing weal and woe. No matter what storms we may encounter in the future, the two races shall watch over each other and rely on one another."
Ye Ting turned around first and bowed respectfully to Yuan Zhanxiao and Yuan Xuangu. "Ye Ting greets you two fellow Daoists."
Yuan Zhanxiao held no grudge against the Annihilation God Clan for being smaller than the Holy Clan. He stepped forward, solemnly clasped his hands in return, and said, "Yuan Zhanxiao greets Clan Chief Ye." Yuan Xuangu nodded in return. "Greetings, Clan Chief Ye."
The three exchanged glances. After Qin Yu personally sealed the alliance, the slight awkwardness that had been there before vanished in an instant. Then, the three of them turned to Qin Yu, their expressions becoming solemn. Ye Ting bowed first, followed closely by Yuan Zhanxiao and Yuan Xuangu.
"Rest assured, Master," Ye Ting said firmly. "From this day forward, the Holy Clan and the Annihilation God Clan will both submit to your command. Your subordinates will stand united with you two. The Holy Clan will obey your every command without question."
Yuan Zhanxiao spoke in a deep voice, "The Annihilation God Clan is no exception. Whatever the master commands, the entire clan will follow." Yuan Xuangu's aged face remained calm, his eyes filled with unwavering conviction. "My loyalty will never change." "I will never have any second thoughts."
The three voices echoed within the magnificent hall. Qin Yu looked at them and slowly nodded. "Alright."
As soon as the word was uttered, Ye Ting, Yuan Zhanxiao, and Yuan Xuangu straightened up at the same time.
At that very moment, the smile on Qin Yu's face slowly faded. The satisfaction he had felt from witnessing the rise of the Holy Clan vanished from his eyes, replaced by a chilling coldness that quietly seeped into them.
Three years ago, in the Azure Wood Divine Forest, Shen Qingchen, Su Qingyuan, and seven other cultivators from the Primordial Dao Clan, along with Chen Yong and the other six mentioned by Yuan Zhanxiao, perished.
Two old stories, originally separated by different times and regions, now both point to the same ethnic group. A chill ran through Qin Yu's eyes. "Alright."
He turned and strode towards the exit of the hall. "Let's go." Ye Ting was slightly taken aback. Qin Yu didn't turn around; his icy voice echoed throughout the hall. "I'll take the three of you—" "To exterminate your entire clan."
Ye Ting's pupils contracted slightly. He still didn't know which clan their target was. The initial shock subsided in an instant, and his expression returned to its composed state. "Yes."
Upon hearing the words "extermination of the clan," Yuan Zhanxiao and Yuan Xuangu instantly understood: the Primordial Dao Clan.
Yuan Zhanxiao's gaze suddenly darkened. He had never forgotten the deaths of Chen Yong and the other five members of the Annihilation God Clan. The blood debt from three years ago was finally to be settled with the return of its master today.
Qin Yu walked to the center of the main hall and raised his hand. With a hiss, the space in front of him tore open, and a deep rift extended vertically from the center of the hall. There was no ordinary spatial turbulence within the rift; instead, a domain formed by Qin Yu's Source Power spread outwards, isolating the chaotic void fluctuations from the outside.
Qin Yu's robes fluttered slightly as he stepped into the rift, his figure vanishing in an instant. Ye Ting followed without hesitation. Yuan Zhanxiao's gaze sharpened as he too stepped into the rift. Yuan Xuangu was the last to step in, and all four figures disappeared into the void rift, the space slowly closing. The Holy Clan's main hall Return to One silence.
The Sea of the Boundless Realm, a corner of the Skeleton Star Sea, spans two thousand miles. From the far distance, it is all a chaotic and hazy scene. There is no regular horizon here; the sky and the tide merge Boundless Realm, and no clear distinction can be found. The azure tide stretches against the current to the sky, and layers of clouds hang down from the sky, where the sea and sky meet and become one.
The rules of heaven and earth are completely disordered here. The clear and suspended sky is suddenly filled with huge waves; the seemingly vast sea is filled with birds flying through it, their wings skimming the water without splashing a single drop.
In the distance, ancient giant ships soar upwards along the sloping tides, piercing through clouds and sailing steadily thousands of feet above the ground; on the other side, flocks of birds plunge into the deep blue sea, traversing the waters, and when they reappear, they have already landed in another inverted ocean area.
The mountains and landforms here have also lost their normal outline.
The lower half of each island is submerged in the vast sea, while the upper half slowly merges into the sky. The boundary between the rock walls and the clouds is blurred, with light and shadow flowing and patterns permeating, without any trace of division. Ancient and strange trees grow on the shore, their roots deeply embedded in the earth, their branches and leaves entwined with the flowing water, and even the edges of the leaves are indistinct and hazy.
This is the Sea of the Boundless Realm.
In ancient times, a spatial deity sought to fuse heaven and Return to One things in this place. In the end, he himself merged into this chaos, and with him, the inherent boundaries of heaven and earth and all things were annihilated. Since then, the strict barriers between heaven and sea, sea and land, above and below, inside and outside have all disappeared, and this Boundless Realm chaotic state has existed for two thousand miles of sea for eternity.
When ordinary cultivators step into this place, the first thing they lose is their sense of direction. As their Fate Soul perception spreads outward, it is immediately disturbed by the chaotic Dao rhythm: even though the target is clearly in front of them, in an instant the aura is already high above their heads; when they try to lock onto the trace in the sky, their perception sinks to their feet along with the inverted ocean.
The order of near and far, up and down, sea and sky is completely entangled and disordered. The more one tries to force a discernment of directions, the easier it is to become trapped in the chaotic shackles of this world.
At the very heart of this Boundless Realm sea, a vast palace complex floats silently—the ancestral land of the Primordial Dao Clan.
Several gray-white halls surround the central main palace, which is enclosed by ancient high walls and weathered stone pillars. Dozens of meditation platforms of different sizes are suspended on the roof of the halls. Thousands of long corridors traverse the chaotic area where the sea and sky meet, connecting all the scattered islands in the outer area to the central square.
The central main palace has an ancient charm, with its tall and wide gates engraved with Dao patterns accumulated by generations of cultivators of the Primordial Dao Clan. The square is surrounded by hundreds of towering pillars, and in the center stands an ancient stone statue of an ancestor, firmly supporting the foundation of the clan.
If placed among ordinary extraterrestrial forces, such a structure would already be considered the grandeur of a powerful clan. However, compared to the current Annihilation God Clan and Holy Clan, the difference in their status and scale is immediately apparent.
The Annihilation God Clan has cultivated its territory for three years, possessing hundreds of thousands of miles of land. Nine great earthly secret realms and six layers of suspended heavenly domains are nested within each other, forming a vast and stable foundation. The Holy Clan is even more impressive, with tens of millions of orthodox members. Centered on the central Holy City, they govern eight inner domain main cities, twelve main lineage palaces, thirty-six cultivation heavenly domains, and seventy-two inheritance dojos, with an endless territory and a strict and complete system.
In contrast, the ancestral land of the Primordial Dao Clan is cramped and lacks depth. At this moment, the central square is bustling with no more than ten thousand cultivators. Some sit cross-legged at the edge of the square, comprehending the chaotic Dao rhythm of the Sea of the Boundless Realm; some have returned from beyond the realm, sending the resources they have obtained to the main palace for archiving; and many more cultivators come and go alone, passing each other without exchanging pleasantries, coming and going as they please.
The ancestral land appeared bustling with activity, but in reality, it lacked any strict hierarchy or orderly formation. Just as Qian Wenwan had previously stated, this place was simply a gathering place for countless scattered cultivators who coveted the Rogue Cultivator Myriad Transformations Return to the Ruins Scripture, resulting in a loose and disorderly atmosphere with scattered hearts.
The world here had always been peaceful and stable until this moment, when suddenly everything changed. A piercing sound of space tearing apart suddenly echoed high in the center of the Sea of the Boundless Realm.