Chapter 175 - 129: Distorted Sky, Celestial Sword Sect’s Sensing

Chapter 175: Chapter 129: Distorted Sky, Celestial Sword Sect’s Sensing

"When a Divine King unleashes his wrath, heaven and earth are overturned."

"To think that Jiang Hao is actually a descendant of the Senior Divine King."

Huang Ling’Er and the other two gasped for breath as they stared at the Divine King’s oppressive aura soaring into the sky.

This sudden turn of events had happened far too fast. Not to mention the three of them, even Jiang Hao himself could barely process it.

"P-Patriarch... do you mean... we’re going to the Celestial Sword Sect?" Jiang Hao’s eyes were filled with shock. He had indeed planned to pay the Celestial Sword Sect a visit sooner or later, but he never expected it to be this soon. After all, they were the head of the Ten Great Divine Sects in the Eastern Domain. Even if it was merely a branch sect, its power was not something the current Jiang Hao dared to provoke.

Right as Jiang Hao finished speaking, the white-haired youth sneered, his eyes filled with a chilling intent. "If we don’t teach these bastards a lesson, those old fogeys in the Eastern Domain might actually think I’m dead.

"Hao’Er, don’t be afraid. With your patriarch here, I’ll settle this score for you.

"Besides, don’t you want to know your father’s current whereabouts?"

Hearing this, Jiang Hao blanked for a moment. Of course he wanted to know. He dreamt about it. And when it came to his father’s trail, the Celestial Sword Sect likely knew more than anyone else. Moreover, Jiang Hao didn’t even know why the sect had been hunting him and his father in the first place. He had far too many questions, and he could only find the answers by ascending the Celestial Sword Sect.

"If you want to know, then come with your patriarch to the Heaven-Ascending Sword. Whatever you want to do, just do it. Whatever you want to know, just ask. I’ve got your back."

Looking at the firmness and anger in Jiang Renfeng’s eyes, a warmth bloomed in Jiang Hao’s heart. Jiang Renfeng’s emotions were completely different from Gu Qingyan and the others. To get to where he was today, the Young Master of the Divine Pill Pavilion had indeed provided him with a lot of help. However, that help had been built on the premise of mutual benefit from the very beginning. But the white-haired youth before him was different. The anger in his eyes was genuine. It was an entirely different kind of emotion—one of true kinship.

"What? Are you too scared to go?" Seeing Jiang Hao’s delayed response, Jiang Renfeng’s gaze burned like a torch, staring fixedly at the first descendant of the Jiang Family he had seen in ten thousand years. If the boy lacked even this bit of courage, then he was unworthy of being a child of the Jiang Family.

"There’s nothing to be scared of. Even without you, Patriarch, I would have visited them on my own sooner or later. The Celestial Sword Sect demands my father’s life and mine; in return, I will rip out the very heart of the Celestial Sword Sect." When mentioning the Celestial Sword Sect, there wasn’t a trace of fear in Jiang Hao’s eyes—only anger, killing intent, and deep-seated hostility. It had been ten years. A full ten years. If he hadn’t escaped by the skin of his teeth time and time again, he would have long become a departed soul under their blades.

"Hahaha! Good! Truly a man of the Jiang Family. You haven’t disgraced the Jiang Race! Let’s go."

WHOOSH!

With that said, Jiang Renfeng grabbed Jiang Hao. Their figures blurred, instantly vanishing from the Holy Hall. Upon seeing this, Huang Ling’Er and the other two were overwhelmed with shock, but they hurriedly flew out of the Holy Hall to follow them.

Atop the Holy City.

An endless array of terrifying figures descended as if an army had been summoned from thin air. Not only that, but from the very edges of the horizon, an overwhelming number of experts tore through the sky. It was a spectacle rarely seen in a century.

"Ms. Gu, what’s going on? What’s happening in Nanling? Why wasn’t there any warning?" Standing beside Gu Qingyan, even Bai Wufeng, Gai He, and the others were left dumbstruck by the grand spectacle.

It wasn’t just them; the entirety of Nanling was completely shaken, as if a magnitude-twelve earthquake had swept through this terrifying Earth Realm. The tens of millions of Cultivators within the Holy City almost had their eyes pop out of their sockets. It wasn’t until the Divine King’s decree echoed through heaven and earth that the endless masses of Cultivators finally understood a fraction of what was going on.

"It’s the Senior Divine King! The Senior Divine King is summoning all the experts of Nanling."

"My god, besieging the Celestial Sword Sect? What happened to the Divine King?"

"All experts in Nanling above the Venerable level, and all the chosen geniuses who have just stepped into the Mortal Transformation Realm... everyone is being mobilized?"

"Heavens! Good heavens!"

A Cultivator from Nanling exclaimed "heavens" twice in a row. Just how terrifying of a lineup was this?

While a heaven-shaking commotion erupted across all of Nanling...

BOOM!!!

A majestic figure soared into the sky, vanishing into the firmament before slowly descending. It was a white-haired youth dressed in robes whiter than snow, and standing beside him was another figure in white. The appearance of the white-haired youth caused the sky above Nanling to tremble. An endless, oppressive Divine King’s aura swept across billions of miles of territory, and countless living beings sensed that supreme might.

"We pay our respects to the Senior."

The moment Jiang Renfeng appeared, the countless terrifying figures who had rushed over from all corners of Nanling bowed deeply to the white-haired youth. The tens of millions of Cultivators in the Holy City all saluted the figure, their eyes brimming with reverence.

"Senior."

At the same time.

Dozens of figures shook the heavens and earth as they strode forth from the end of the horizon. With their every movement, the world quivered. A single step carried them across thousands of miles of mountains and rivers. Among the dozens of figures were both the old and the young. Most were white-haired elders nearing the end of their lives, yet each possessed a terrifying aura, their saintly might rippling through the cosmos. The nine youngest and most majestic figures among them exuded an oppressive might that commanded absolute awe.

"The Nine Saints of Nanling!" When those nine towering, able-bodied figures appeared, Bai Wufeng’s eyes filled with astonishment as he cried out.

But what horrified the group even more was not just those nine figures, but the dozens of elderly silhouettes who were seemingly led by the nine.

"Saints... They are the eternal ancient Saints from the Nanling Sacred Race, the Divine Race, and the House of Longevity."

Dozens of ancient Saints, the Nine Saints of Nanling, the Endless Venerable, Venerables, and experts of the Divine King Realm had appeared. Even the Guardians beside Gu Qingyan couldn’t hide the fearful ripples reflecting in their eyes.