Cultivation: I Have a Skill Level Panel

Later, around the time of the Great Dream Daoist’s unexpected demise—and before the tens of thousands of his relatives in the Ouyang Mansion were all slaughtered—the Wang Family’s ancestor was away on a mission for the Great Dream Daoist, Ouyang Ke. Having briefly left the Ouyang Mansion, he miraculously avoided that monumental disaster and escaped with his life.

The mission he was on at that time involved transporting a mysterious Dao Box to a top-secret location.

Using a cultivator at the True Martial Realm Ninth Layer Peak to transport a mere Dao Box was more than enough—in fact, it was overkill. This also hinted at the great importance the Great Dream Daoist placed on the matter.

The problem was, just after he arrived at the top-secret location,

news spread of the Great Dream Daoist’s demise. The entire Southern Wilderness was shaken, and the Wang Family ancestor was no exception.

At first, the Wang Family ancestor refused to believe it, dismissing the news as a mere rumor. ’No one knows the Great Dream Daoist’s power better than I do. With his Half-Step Harmonization Cultivation, he possessed Heaven-Reaching strength comparable to a Unity Realm titan. His power is simply unimaginable. How could he just perish so easily?’

But as time passed and the Great Dream Daoist remained missing, he eventually heard the shocking news: within the Ouyang Mansion, tens of thousands of people had been slaughtered, leaving no survivors.

The news terrified the Wang Family ancestor out of his wits. He was petrified that the Great Dream Daoist’s enemies would hunt him down and crush him. After all, any expert capable of slaying the Heaven-Reaching Great Dream Daoist must possess a level of power so vast it was beyond his imagination. To such a being, killing him would be easier than crushing an ant.

Terrified, he rushed back to the secret location, retrieved the Dao Box, and fled from Yun Province to Cang Province at the fastest speed of his life. His descendants carried on his legacy, continually fleeing, until they finally settled here in a remote place like Guangping City, within the Great Yuan Dynasty.

"Sigh!"

"Now that our location has been exposed, I fear we will face annihilation at the hands of the Red Moon Divine Palace. I am preparing to lead my clan and migrate from this place," Wang Zhenlong said with a final sigh.

"You’ve slain a True Disciple of the Red Moon Divine Palace," Wang Zhenlong added as a final reminder. "I doubt the Red Moon Divine Palace will let this matter go so easily. Please, be careful."

Gu Yun lightly shook his head. "It’s no trouble. I was also preparing to leave this place and go elsewhere."

Wang Zhenlong nodded. The world was a vast place. Without some special means, searching for one person in the immense expanse of Cang Province was like finding a needle in a haystack.

Even he was planning to disperse his family, breaking the whole into parts. He would divide the clan members into several groups, sending them their separate ways, only to reunite decades later after the trouble had blown over.

Soon, Wang Zhenlong strode away to gather his clan, pack their belongings, and prepare to leave Guangping City.

At the same time, Gu Yun’s Spiritual Sense surged into the purple metal sphere floating in his palm, a sphere covered in profound runes. The orb immediately began to glow with a dazzling purple light, faintly revealing the restrictive seals layered upon it.

Hmm?!

This made Gu Yun’s brow furrow slightly. ’How can this be so troublesome? My Spiritual Sense is powerful enough to rival someone at the Tongxuan Realm Early Stage, yet I can’t even break through these seals. No wonder the Wang Family couldn’t open it for over a thousand years!’

However, this only served to pique his curiosity. ’What exactly is this thing, left behind by a mighty expert on par with the Unity Realm?’

In the next instant, Gu Yun’s figure vanished, leaving only an afterimage that slowly faded in the air.

...

Meanwhile, at the exact moment Yan Hu perished in Guangping City,

far, far away, in a grand hall within the Red Moon Divine Palace—a place rich in Spiritual Qi, with mountain peaks like a dense forest, swirling mists, and towering celestial pavilions—

dozens of Soul Lamps burned brightly. Suddenly, one of them, bearing the name Yan Hu, was extinguished.

"Hm?!"

A disciple in a white and red robe guarding the hall seemed to sense something. His gaze fixed on the dozens of Soul Lamps burning with Nether Fire. One of them had gone dark. As if seeing something impossible, the disciple rubbed his eyes and looked again. He wasn’t mistaken. A True Disciple’s Soul Lamp had gone out.

"Th-This is bad!!

"Report! A True Disciple has fallen!" The disciple formed a hand seal for a Technique and struck a large metal bell beside him.

DONG! DONG! DONG!!

A majestic Dao-infused tone erupted from the hall, instantly blanketing the vast grounds of the Red Moon Divine Palace.

"That resonant Dao tone from the Celestial Soul Hall...

It means... a True Disciple has fallen!!" one disciple exclaimed, his face etched with shock as he stared toward the Celestial Soul Hall.

"Th-That’s impossible!

How could a True Disciple die so easily?!" someone cried out in disbelief.

You have to understand, the Red Moon Divine Palace only had a few dozen True Disciples. The weakest among them was at the Eighth or Ninth Layer of the True Martial Realm. With such formidable power, how could one of them possibly fall in the Southern Wilderness?

Besides, with the Divine Palace’s reputation, who in the Land of Cang Province—or even the entire Southern Wilderness—would dare disrespect the Red Moon Divine Palace?!

SWOOSH!

Soon, several figures like shooting stars streaked across the sky at extreme speeds, instantly descending upon the Celestial Soul Hall.

A figure wearing crimson battle robes—tall, with a majestic bearing, shrouded in a shimmering glow, and radiating a Blazing Dao Rhythm—strode into the Celestial Soul Hall.

At the same time, two other figures walked alongside him. One was an old man in a white Daoist Robe, with long white hair and a beard, an ethereal air about him, and radiating a terrifying Dao Rhythm.

The other was a middle-aged Sword Cultivator in a black robe, a crimson longsword on his back, exuding a Heaven-Reaching Sword Intent, his gaze sharp as a blade.

The three of them walked shoulder to shoulder into the Celestial Soul Hall. Their gazes fell upon the dozens of burning Soul Lamps arranged on a platform. One was already dark. The name carved beneath that lamp was, indeed, Yan Hu.