The Ancestor Advances to Body Integration, Targeting the Purple Thunder Sect

Meanwhile, on the Immortal-Abandoned Continent, in Storm Mountain...

"BOOM--!!!"

A vast pressure from the Soul Formation surged into the sky from the sect's forbidden area, dispersing the clouds!

"Welcome back, Sect Master, upon your return from seclusion!"

Countless disciples cheered with joy.

Feng Xiaotian took a step forward, feeling the earth-shaking changes within his body, and a triumphant laugh appeared on his face!

"Hahaha! Soul Formation! I have finally stepped into the Soul Formation stage!"

"Soon, it will be time for me to lead my men to raze the Martial Sect to the ground!"

However, his joy was short-lived.

The elder walked up, his face deathly pale, and knelt down tremblingly.

"Sect Master... Sect Master, something terrible has happened!"

"What's the matter?" Feng Xiaotian frowned.

"The envoy from the Upper Realm... Master Feng Wuji... has fallen!"

"What?!"

Feng Xiaotian's smile froze instantly, as if he had been struck by lightning!

"Who?! Who did this?!"

"It should be... it should be someone from the Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace..."

"The Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace?!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Xiaotian felt a chill in his heart, and his initial anger was instantly extinguished by more than half.

The Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace is a place that even the ancestral court of the Upper Realm has to be wary of!

"This matter... is of utmost importance!"

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

"This must be reported to the ancestral court immediately! Please, Ancestor, make a decision!"

Azure Realm, the Ancestral Court of Storm Mountain.

This once invincible sect is now witnessing a momentous event that will be recorded in history.

"Welcome back, Ancestor, from seclusion!"

"Congratulations, Ancestor, on achieving the Body Integration!"

Countless disciples knelt on the ground, their voices shaking the heavens.

On the highest peak, an old man with white hair and beard, exuding a profound and imposing aura, stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the vast land.

He was none other than the patriarch of Storm Mountain — Feng Wuya!

"Body Integration..."

He clenched his fist, feeling the world-destroying power within him, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

However, just as he was receiving the worship of the masses, an urgent message from the Lower Realm instantly vanished his good mood!

"What?!"

Upon hearing Feng Wuya Wuyai's previously calm face instantly erupted with a raging fury!

"Wuji... is dead?!"

"Still dying at the hands of the Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace?!"

A terrifying pressure swept out instantly, shattering the surrounding clouds!

"Ancestor, please calm down!" An elder beside him quickly advised, "That Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace is powerful, we..."

"Snort!"

Feng Wuya snorted coldly, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

He was angry, but he wasn't stupid.

As an ancient monster who has lived for thousands of years, he knows better than anyone what the Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace means.

[Having just broken through to the Body Integration, and with his foundation still unstable, the behemoth that is the Crimson Dragon Heavenly Palace is definitely not to be trifled with.]

"Make a note of this for now." A ruthless glint flashed in Feng Wuya's eyes. "One day, I will make them pay the price!"

However... now that we've emerged from seclusion, some plans should be moved forward.

He turned his gaze to the distant Dongfang —towards the ancestral home of the Purple Thunder Sect!

[The alliance with the Purple Thunder Sect back then was merely a delaying tactic.]

My true goal has always been only one thing...

[Immortal Seed!]

"Pass on my order!"

He suddenly stood up, his voice booming like thunder.

"I will immediately proceed to the Purple Thunder Sect to 'discuss' the merger of the two sects!"

Azure Realm, Purple Thunder Sect.

This sacred land of thunder, with its heritage spanning tens of thousands of years, is now shrouded in gloom and despair.

"Report!"

"Sect Master! Ancestor Feng Wuyai of Storm Mountain... has broken through to the Fusion Stage!"

"Moreover... moreover, he's leading a large group of powerful figures towards our sect! He says he wants to... discuss a merger!"

Upon hearing this, Lei Zhenzi, the sect leader of the Purple Thunder Sect, instantly turned his teacup into dust!

"Merge? Hmph! That sounds nice! It's clearly an annexation!"

His eyes were filled with despair and resentment.

But he knew that the Purple Thunder Sect had no chance of resisting a Body Integration Soul cultivator.

"Sect Master, what... should we do?" The elders below were also ashen-faced.

Lei Zhenzi remained silent for a long time, then finally let out a long sigh, as if he had aged ten years in an instant.

"Never mind..."

He sighed dejectedly.

"To protect the sect... we have no choice but to bow our heads."

As for that item...

He looked towards the forbidden area behind the mountain, a painful struggle flashing in his eyes.

If he really wants it... then give it to him.

Just as the entire Purple Thunder Sect was gripped by panic...

A Ghost figure, led by a snow-white beast, silently passed through the supposedly impregnable mountain-protecting formation.

The Dongfang Yueming!

With this auspicious beast that has mastered the laws of space and time leading the way, there is almost no formation in this world that can stop him!

"Waaah~"

The little beast pointed to the towering forbidden area tower ahead, enveloped in countless bolts of lightning, its eyes gleaming with excitement.

Is it right there?

Dongfang Yueming nodded.

However, the moment he stepped into the forbidden area!

"Boom--!"

An unprecedentedly violent tremor suddenly emanated from his body!

That is...

That half, which he had already refined, had been dormant deep within his dantian... [Ancient Tribulation Lightning]!

At that moment, as if sensing something, it began to beat wildly, radiating an uncontrollable... desire and jubilation!

That's... a call to one's other half!

"Really..."

Dongfang Yueming pressed his hand to his chest, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes.

"They are one!"

He raised his head, looking at the towering Thunder Tower that seemed to pierce the clouds, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Since we're here, then..."

"... Let's return it to its rightful owner."