Wang Zijin, the Talent Unseen in Ten Thousand Ages — So This Is What They Call Righteous and Glorious
Wang Zijin, the Talent Unseen in Ten Thousand Ages — So This Is What They Call Righteous and Glorious
During this period, the Celestial Ancient Continent knew not a moment of peace. It passed its days amid turmoil, flames of war, and dread, never again to enjoy the tranquility of days past.
Some days ago, the Great Elder of the Skyward Schloss had personally appeared, rushing to the territory of the Celestial Ancient Dragon Clan.
He was an ancient being so old that calling him a “living fossil” would feel like an insult.
His strength was unfathomable, terrifying to the point of making one tremble.
No one knew what the Great Elder had done in the Dragon Clan’s territory, and even less did anyone know why, in the end, he had come to blows with the phantom of one of the Dragon Clan’s Ancestors.
That great battle shocked every Dao lineage and every living being. Even the stars beyond the domain were shattered into dust beneath the shockwaves.
When the Great Elder struck, it was heaven-shaking and earth-rending, stunning the very firmament. With every gesture, his magic power surged vast as an Astral River, instantly submerging everything.
Even with the Dragon Clan’s Ancestral phantom manifesting once more, it was utterly no match for him.
The void for hundreds of thousands of miles around Dragon Island was smashed into dust and ash in that single battle.
The aftershocks linger to this day. Many powerful figures watched from afar, hearts palpitating and trembling, not daring to approach in person.
After that great battle, the Great Elder applied pressure, displaying supreme methods, declaring that the Celestial Ancient Races needed to be unified — otherwise, ever more Dao lineages would descend upon them.
This continent, surviving since the Celestial Ancient Times, needed a ruler.
Although the Great Elder never said outright who this ruler would be, all the Celestial Ancient Races understood perfectly well — it was undoubtedly connected to the current Successor of the Skyward Schloss.
That young man’s identity was hardly unfamiliar to the Celestial Ancient Races.
It was none other than Gu Changge — the one who had recently thrown the entire Celestial Ancient Continent into an uproar and incited the fury of so many of its races!
This matter provoked shock and rage among all the races of the Celestial Ancient Continent, followed by deep, thick unease.
What kind of power stood behind Gu Changge? Anyone who had looked into it knew what it meant — enough to chill one’s courage and breed fear in the heart.
And now the Great Elder himself had appeared, intending to back Gu Changge. What did that mean?
It was simply unbelievable.
Even the many Dao lineages and great sects of the outside world had sensed Gu Changge’s ambition... he intended to unify the Celestial Ancient Races!
This left them utterly horrified, setting off enormous waves, and at the same time deeply puzzled — Gu Changge was, after all, just a young man.
No matter how powerful he was, could he really, single-handedly, change the current situation of the Celestial Ancient Continent?
Unless the powers behind him — the Longevity Gu Family, the Primal Celestial Temple, and the like — all forcefully intervened.
Otherwise, it simply wasn’t realistic.
The Celestial Ancient Continent was a tough bone to gnaw. There was plenty of meat on it, sure, but it could crack your teeth!
One careless bite, and you might end up with a mouthful of blood.
Many Dao lineages and great sects harbored such intentions, but none of them had moved as quickly as Gu Changge.
This move shook countless Cultivators to the core.
The Celestial Ancient Continent was home to numerous races with incomparably ancient inheritances, all standing tall since the Celestial Ancient Times.
Aside from the Feathered Clan, which had already been destroyed and forced into submission, the other races had suffered no substantial impact or losses.
Though many Dao lineage forces had poured into the Celestial Ancient Continent, none could act like that Ancestor of the Longevity Gu Family, Gu Nanshan — striking with overwhelming force and slaughtering all who stood in the way.
“The Great Elder has given the Celestial Ancient Dragon Clan half a month to consider. If, after half a month, the Dragon Clan has still given no answer, they will face the Great Elder’s forceful suppression.”
“After all, the Celestial Ancient Dragon Clan holds extraordinary significance for the other races — they are, at least on the surface, the rulers. Once they choose to submit, other races are bound to follow suit.”
“This Gu Changge has certainly played a clever hand, starting from the Great Elder himself.”
At this moment, within an unbroken expanse of mountain ranges.
Numerous ancient, enormous warships floated and sank at the edge of the sky, shrouded in golden mist, like celestial soldiers descended from myth.
The speaker stood upon one of the warships, his eyes a brilliant, dazzling gold — none other than the Successor of the Immortal Wang Family, Wang Wushuang.
He, too, was currently within the Celestial Ancient Continent and had not left.
By his side stood an old monster of the Immortal Wang Family, his figure hunched, yet his aura terrifying.
This old monster, upon learning of the Celestial Gate’s appearance, had come to the Celestial Ancient Continent seeking fortune.
But in the end, he had gained nothing — worse, he’d made a colossal fool of himself, nearly losing half his life on that road and slinking back covered in dust and disgrace.
Now he had chosen not to leave the Celestial Ancient Continent, instead staying by Wang Wushuang’s side, planning to fish in troubled waters with him and see if they could scoop up some benefits.
“This Gu Changge certainly schemes well. Under the pretext of seeking justice, he not only flattened the Feathered Clan, but now he even intends to lay his hands on the entire Celestial Ancient Races...”
Hearing this, the old monster sighed with emotion, filled with boundless amazement and curiosity toward this young junior.
“Indeed. Among the younger generation, aside from those ancient freaks emerging into the world, or perhaps that Successor of Demonic Arts, I fear few are qualified to exchange blows with him. Who knows what level Gu Changge’s cultivation has reached by now.”
Wang Wushuang’s body was hidden within thick fog, appearing most mysterious.
Only those golden pupils seemed able to see through everything, runes flickering within them from time to time.
He nodded with a heavy expression.
Since emerging into the world, he had never known defeat, styling himself invincible.
Yet when facing Gu Changge, he couldn’t help but feel his heart palpitate, a trembling sensation rising within him.
If they truly fought, with all methods unleashed, he could not possibly be Gu Changge’s match.
“Gu Changge is powerful, yes, but not necessarily unbeatable. Wushuang, have you forgotten your sister? She should be emerging soon and returning to the family.”
The old monster beside Wang Wushuang couldn’t help but smile faintly at these words, bringing up Wang Wushuang’s even more mysterious elder sister.
“My sister?”
Wang Wushuang was slightly taken aback, clearly stunned for a moment, before all sorts of memories flashed through his mind like lightning.
Truth be told, he was quite curious about that exceedingly mysterious sister of his.
It was said that when she was very young, because her talent was so terrifying, she was discovered by the Mortal Palace and taken away to cultivate.
That cultivation had lasted over twenty years, and she had never once returned to the family.
So many clansmen — even some of the Immortal Wang Family’s upper echelons — had no idea he even had such a sister.
Wang Wushuang himself had only learned of it recently, from the mouth of a clan elder — only then discovering that he actually had a sister.
And that sister of his was cultivating in the Mortal Palace. Now, her cultivation complete, it seemed she was about to return to the family.
“Is my sister very strong?” Wang Wushuang was silent for a moment before he couldn’t help asking.
“Very strong?”
At that, the old monster couldn’t help but smile faintly, then gently shook his head. “To describe your sister as ’very strong’ would already be an insult. Her talent can be called one unseen in ten thousand ages.”
“You need only know this: when your sister was born, a peerless heavenly sound spread across a million miles in every direction, and the Dao’s resonance persisted for three days without ceasing, causing quite a few Cultivators to attain enlightenment on the spot.”
“At birth, she directly devoured the essence qi of several star domains — born a Saint. Only, that cultivation was later severed by her own hand, through sheer great willpower...”
“That matter alarmed several Ancestors at the time. They were all jolted awake from their seclusion, and several of them struck out decisively, obscuring the heavenly secrets and sealing off the various expanses of sky, just to prevent other Supreme Dao Lineages, Cults of Immortality, and such powers from catching wind of it.”
“Many clansmen who knew of the matter also had their memories of that time sealed, precisely out of fear that your sister’s terrifying talent would become known too early and she’d be murdered by schemers.”
The old monster’s words carried deep admiration, and hearing them left Wang Wushuang utterly dumbstruck.
Even with his temperament, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes, his face full of disbelief.
Born a Saint? What kind of concept was that?
One had to know — even with his own terrifying talent, at this point he had only just reached the Partial-Enlightened Realm.
And his sister had actually reached the Sacred Realm at the moment of her birth?
Wasn’t that far too world-shocking? If he hadn’t heard these words from the mouth of this old monster of his clan, he simply couldn’t have believed it.
This news was simply too terrifying. His entire body trembled slightly, frozen dumbly in place.
“No wonder my sister’s existence was hidden away by the clan, without the slightest scrap of information leaking out. If it had spread, it would absolutely have triggered an earthquake — she might not even have survived to this day...”
Hearing these words, a feeling of admiration suddenly welled up in Wang Wushuang’s heart toward that sister he had never met.
“Indeed. Back then, many clansmen had their memories of the matter sealed. Your sister’s existence has been hidden in the shadows all along.”
The old monster nodded as he said this.
“So don’t you go thinking Gu Changge is so monstrous just because of how he performs now. In this world, there are quite a few beings even more monstrous than him. For your sister, no matter how strong Gu Changge is, he very likely wouldn’t be her match.”
“A few years ago, I heard she was already on the verge of stepping into the Enlightened King Realm. By now, she’s probably not far from the Sacred Realm...”
“Sss!”
Hearing this, Wang Wushuang sucked in a breath of cold air, his eyes going wide — struck down yet again.
Already at the Enlightened King Realm years ago?
Just how terrifying was his sister?!
At this moment, he finally understood why those clan elders had never paid much mind to him, their Successor — acting as though his existence hardly mattered one way or another.
So his existence was purely a smokescreen for his sister!
Thinking of this, Wang Wushuang couldn’t help but smile bitterly.
Still, he couldn’t say much about it. Who could he blame but his own talent for falling short of his sister’s?
“It seems the legends my sister left behind really are quite numerous,” Wang Wushuang couldn’t help but sigh.
The old monster agreed, saying, “Though, speaking of strange things — that sister of yours, at birth, neither cried nor fussed, unlike other infants, as if she carried the wisdom of a past life. The Ancestors personally probed her, but they couldn’t find any explanation...”
“Her personality, well, it’s rather...”
At this point, he couldn’t help but reveal a conflicted, peculiar expression — it was very hard to put it all into words.
He remembered it vividly to this day.
A little girl, pink-cheeked and jade-carved, exquisite and flawless like a little fairy — yet every other word out of her mouth was “holy crap” or “damn it.” The impact on their worldview had been simply enormous.
Those memories had left an extremely deep impression on him.
“Right, clan elder — what’s my sister’s name?”
Hearing all this, Wang Wushuang grew ever more curious about that sister of his.
To make this clan elder show such an expression and say such words — it was hard to believe.
“Your sister? She’s called Wang Zijin... You’ll likely meet her very soon.”
The old monster smiled as he spoke. “And very soon, that name will shake the entire Beyond.”
......
Meanwhile, in the Beyond, the Sky Domain.
At the heart of its most prosperous and ancient territory.
A towering palace that pierced the clouds stood there, grand and sacred, like an Immortal Palace erected upon the earth.
The palace was built with magnificent splendor — flawless white jade and pure glazed glass for its tiles, purple-gold sandalwood aged a million years for its eaves, and pure black obsidian starstone paving its floors.
Grand and ancient, imposing and solemn.
Within it surged immortal qi thick as an ocean, like a realm of immortals.
This palace overlooked the endless sprawl of ancient cities and old pools below.
The great hall rose and sank with the sun and moon, runes interweaving across its surface.
At every moment it mirrored the stars of the Nine Heavens and the cosmos itself, like a supreme divine throne — displaying the transcendent status of this place.
Before the hall hung an enormous immortal plaque, with purple Immortal Gold as its base and golden Immortal Gold inlaid for its characters.
Upon it were written three ancient characters: Mortal Palace.
One could see countless threads of silver silk, thousands upon thousands, madly surging toward this place from between heaven and earth, converging into it — sacred and pure white.
These silver threads were the kowtowing prayers and chants of living beings and Cultivators from all lands, honoring the great achievements of the Mortal One.
At this moment, a breathtakingly beautiful woman in flawless white robes, her face veiled in gauze, was cultivating with closed eyes within the great hall.
Behind her, blurry figures of immortals — grand and mysterious, as if chanting scriptures — rose and fell unsteadily, as though about to cross time and space from remote antiquity...
Her skin was fair and delicate, her dark eyebrows like a painting, her eyes like flawless black gemstones, glimmering with moving luster.
Yet her expression was utterly calm — beyond that stillness, no other emotion could be discerned.
It was as if she had been born this way, or as if she had cast aside the seven emotions and six desires.
“Reporting to the Saintess — Saintess Zijin has left the Sky Domain and is currently on her way back to her family.”
At that moment, a man and a woman appeared out of thin air behind the woman in white.
The woman among them reported respectfully.
“Wang Zijin — so she really did sneak away after all.”
Hearing this, the woman in white seemed to pause for a moment.
But her expression remained as tranquil as ever, as though not a single ripple could disturb it.
“Did she say anything else?” the woman in white asked lightly.
“Saintess, Saintess Zijin also left a message. She said she has no interest in searching for the Reincarnation of the Mortal One — that coming to this place to cultivate back then was pure coincidence, that she was completely tricked into it.”
“Now she’s leaving.”
“She also said she doesn’t want this Saintess position at all... that she just wants to go back, find herself a fine husband... and get married.”
As the reporting woman reached this point, her expression turned somewhat embarrassed and strange.
Such words, coming from the mouth of one of the Mortal Palace’s Successors, were simply too shocking. If outsiders heard them, the Palace would lose all face.
Of course, if one considered that Saintess’s usual conduct in cultivation, it wasn’t all that surprising.
Still, to speak of getting married so naturally — she could only say: as expected of Saintess Zijin.
“Wang Zijin certainly dreams nicely. But such matters are not up to her. Once one enters the Mortal Palace, one belongs to the Mortal Palace for life. Assisting the Mortal One and restoring peace to the world — that is her duty and her obligation.”
The woman in white merely shook her head and spoke lightly. Even Wang Zijin could not escape this fate.
She also understood that, for all Wang Zijin’s casual words, she was in truth a person of lofty pride.
Among the many young prodigies of the Mortal Palace, not a single one had caught her eye.
No one could enter her sight.
And though the outside world was vast and boundless, how many prodigies out there could compare to those of the Mortal Palace?
As her words fell, a layer of hazy mist began to appear over the woman in white’s face, enveloping her entirely.
For a moment, even her voice turned ethereal, impossible to distinguish as male or female.
In this generation, the Mortal Palace’s Successors were actually two women — something simply unimaginable in ages past.
Because both women were simply too outstanding to give up either, the Palace had simply appointed two Successors.
Whether it was Wang Zijin of the Immortal Wang Family, or the woman in white before them named Jiang Chuchu — both were terrifying monsters rarely seen in ten thousand ages.
In the eyes of the Mortal Palace’s older generation of powerhouses, Jiang Chuchu was very likely the reincarnation of an ancient True Immortal!
Strong as Wang Zijin was, even she would find it hard to gain any advantage against Jiang Chuchu.
“According to the omens, the Reincarnation of the Mortal One should emerge in this generation. It seems I must leave this place as well.”
Jiang Chuchu pondered for a while, contemplation showing on her calm face.
For it was not every generation in which the Reincarnation of the Mortal One appeared.
For the Successors of the Mortal Palace, their greatest mission was to protect the Reincarnation of the Mortal One before he grew strong, assisting him in growing powerful.
To help the Mortal One awaken the memories of his past lives, become a supreme powerhouse of his era, and save all living beings under heaven and the myriad races.
“In this generation, the Successor of Demonic Arts has reappeared, and chaos across the world is sure to follow. On my journey to find the Reincarnation of the Mortal One, I might as well first find the Successor of Demonic Arts and eliminate him.”
Jiang Chuchu murmured in her heart, placing righteousness, the common people, and ridding the world of evil at the very forefront of her cultivation.
Had Gu Changge been here, he would absolutely have known — this was what they called righteous and glorious.
......
Boom!
A terrifying pressure, like a vast mountain-sea, fell from the firmament, crushing down to suppress everything below.
Heaven and earth shook, the sun and moon lost their light — it was as if an Absolute Being had come to annihilate all from within the universe.
But in the next instant, this aura that made the very firmament tremble was as if seized by the throat.
That terrifying pressure scattered like a receding tide in an instant, vanishing without a trace.
Within the Ancestral Hall of the Divine Crocodile Clan.
Gu Changge stood with his hands clasped behind his back, his black robes fluttering, smiling as he looked at the Divine Crocodile Clan’s Ancestor, whose face was filled with terror and dread. “What — are you looking to die as well?”
“Young Master Gu, you jest. I beg your magnanimity...”
This Sacred King Realm Ancestor of the Divine Crocodile Clan had a somewhat pale face, cold sweat beading across his forehead.
Along with him, all the clansmen behind him turned pale with fright as well, sinking even into despair.
They had never imagined that even their Sacred King Realm Ancestor, rushing over in person, could do nothing against Gu Changge — that even his life was likewise held in Gu Changge’s grasp.
This was no longer mere deterrence as before.
This was their very lives, gripped firmly in his hand.
“Considering you’re still of some use to me, I’ll spare your life for this provocation. If there is a next time, the one who dies won’t be just you — your entire clan will be buried alongside you.”
Looking at this Divine Crocodile Clan Ancestor, Gu Changge spoke with a smile.
Such naturally delivered, cold words of threat made every member of the Divine Crocodile Clan tremble in their hearts, and they hastily replied that they wouldn’t dare.
“From this day forth, we are willing to honor Young Master as our lord.”
At this point, they had no other choice — die, or submit to Gu Changge.
So, without question, everyone chose submission.
Never mind how lightly Gu Changge put it.
The truth was, just moments ago, quite a few clansmen who refused to believe and dared provoke him had moved to attack him — only for their bodies to collapse, body and soul destroyed, dying miserable deaths.
In Gu Changge’s view, it was necessary to make the Divine Crocodile Clan clearly recognize this fact — otherwise they would always imagine they still had a chance to break free of his control.
Without absolute certainty, he would never have shown himself like this.
The terrifying controlling power of the Entanglement Immortal Art was not something affected by cultivation level.