The Clan Lying Dormant in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the Supreme Throne
The Clan Lying Dormant in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the Supreme Throne
The fall of three True Daoists—such a monumental event—instantly shook the entire Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, setting off boundless waves of upheaval.
This was especially true for the Black Tortoise War God Clan, the Life Clan, and the Nine-Headed Golden Bird Clan.
Countless clansmen grieved. Above the Life Ancient Stars, strange phenomena emerged—torrents of bloody rain, heaven and earth wailing in mourning, shrouding tens of millions of miles.
These were the omens of a True Daoist’s fall, one whose fate was intimately tied to the Fortuity of their entire clan.
Countless clansmen felt great pain in their hearts, tears on their faces, kneeling prostrate upon the ground—along with fury and killing intent.
These were beings who served as the very foundation of their three clans. The fall of even one was an unimaginably enormous loss, heartbreaking beyond measure—truly a blow to the bone and sinew.
And yet now, they had fallen just like that, without rhyme or reason.
This was something no one could have ever anticipated. After all, those three True Daoists were existences of profoundly deep cultivation.
Back when they fought the Beyond at the Aether Abyss, they had ultimately followed Gu Changge into the depths of the universe. Afterward, Gu Changge returned gravely wounded, while the three True Daoists fled.
Many believed the three had returned early to the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains due to the severity of their injuries.
Now, suddenly hearing news of their deaths was truly shocking and inconceivable.
With the strength of those three, it was absolutely impossible for Gu Changge to have killed them. So only one final possibility remained.
On their way fleeing back to the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the three had encountered an ambush by experts of the Beyond, and fell in defeat.
The Beyond had far too many supreme beings. Even if True Daoists could not descend in their true bodies...
As long as a few Dharma Bodies were sent, along with one or two supreme Forbidden Weapons, it was entirely possible to kill a True Daoist—especially one who was gravely wounded.
Beyond that, there was no other possibility.
This explanation gained the acceptance of the overwhelming majority of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, and their hatred toward the Beyond surged to the heavens.
Moreover, the fact that the passage at the Aether Abyss had been breached by the Beyond this time proved that the Beyond had long since planted hidden agents within the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
All of this together left countless cultivators and living beings deeply uneasy.
Boom!!
In the days that followed, divine rainbows pierced through the skies one after another, tearing through the thick layers of clouds, as if ripping apart the very universe itself.
Voices seemed to come from distant time and space, pleading for the foundational existences of their clans to emerge from seclusion. Across the ancient Eight Great Domains, upon one Life Star after another, numerous clans began gathering to chant ancient scriptures.
From within Divine Sources that had been sealed away since the very beginning of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains’ existence, ancient beings also began to emerge.
Their blood qi was withered and decayed at first, then began to revive—rolling torrents of blood qi stretching like long clouds, enveloping countless stars, their phenomena shaking the entire universe.
Among the various War God Clans, Ancestral Scripts were also being chanted, awakening the power of the True Blood within their bodies, attempting to beseech the Original Souls of their ancestors to descend into the world and shelter them.
The entire Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains had now entered a time of storm and turmoil.
Every day, Ancient Battleships could be seen sweeping across heaven and earth, assembling among the various Life Stars, rushing toward Sky Deer City.
“I don’t really know how to tell you this, but... the truth of the matter is just like this.”
At this moment, amid misty drizzling rain, within a grand and ancient pavilion.
Lin Wu and a woman in a white dress sat facing each other, his voice carrying a trace of helplessness and bitterness.
Behind the white-dressed woman were quite a few young men and women who appeared to be followers, all dressed in treasured robes, radiant with light.
But at this moment, the white-dressed woman waved them all away, sending them off.
Only she and Lin Wu remained here.
“If what you say is correct, then Shifu has likely truly met with disaster.”
The white-dressed woman had a lovely countenance, with an otherworldly, transcendent air about her, though at this moment her face could not hide her grief and confusion.
Her name was Song Chan, and she was the Sky Deer Goddess of this generation.
Previously, when Lin Wu had met the Sky Deer Goddess in Sky Deer City, he had seen Song Chan.
Back then, Song Chan had stood quietly behind the Sky Deer Goddess, much like a maidservant.
But now, with the Sky Deer Goddess gone, Song Chan had naturally and rightfully become the new Sky Deer Goddess.
Other than her, no one in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains yet knew that the Sky Deer Goddess had actually disappeared.
Song Chan dared not speak of it either, fearing it would trigger world-shaking waves and cause unnecessary panic.
“Actually, I should have told you about this long ago...”
Lin Wu also sighed, a hundred emotions intermingling in his heart.
If not to save Lu Luo, he would not have wanted to bear the infamy of betrayal, would not have wanted to betray the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, and even less would he have wanted to use the Song Chan before him.
But at this point, he had no choice.
The time Gu Changge had left him was running short.
Back at the Hunting Ground of the Aether Abyss, when he was fighting a young being of the Beyond...
That young prodigy had suddenly spoken a baffling sentence that left him frozen in place. Only afterward did he realize it was a message Gu Changge had ordered that person to pass along to him.
At that moment, Lin Wu’s entire body had gone cold, his hands and feet icy, feeling as though he was now being toyed with in the palm of Gu Changge’s hand—his every word and action seemingly unable to escape those eyes.
This filled him with even greater despair, to the point where he even felt like ending it all with death.
But for the sake of Lu Luo and the others still in Gu Changge’s hands, in the subsequent clashes with the Beyond, Lin Wu took the initiative to approach and make contact with Song Chan.
After the two became somewhat familiar with each other, today he finally told her here about what had happened on the shores of the Boundary Marker Sea.
Including how the Sky Deer Goddess had been defeated, how she had fallen victim to Gu Changge’s schemes, and how she had been captured by Gu Changge in order to save them.
He did not elaborate on many of the details.
But this was enough. Song Chan held the utmost reverence for the Sky Deer Goddess, and upon learning that her Shifu had fallen into peril, her heart grew even more unsettled.
“I understand. So you’re saying Shifu has now fallen into the hands of the Beyond?”
Song Chan quickly calmed down, recalling in her heart the instructions her Shifu had given her when she left—telling her not to seek revenge on her behalf.
But with things having come to this point, could she truly remain indifferent?
If not for her Shifu, how could there be the person she was today?
“To be precise, she has fallen into Gu Changge’s hands.”
Lin Wu sighed. In his view, the sudden emergence of the Beyond’s army from the depths of the Aether Abyss this time was inextricably linked to the Sky Deer Goddess.
Back when he had seen the Sky Deer Goddess, he had felt that her condition was not quite right.
“Gu Changge...”
Song Chan’s face turned somewhat pale. She naturally could not forget the terrifying might she had witnessed when she saw Gu Changge at the Aether Abyss.
Her Shifu had fallen into his hands—how could she possibly be rescued?
“Then tell me, could this matter of the Aether Abyss passage be related to Shifu?”
Song Chan suddenly thought of another possibility and could not help but shudder.
She could not believe it. What kind of status did her Shifu hold? She was the guardian deity of Sky Deer City—even in death, she would never betray Sky Deer City.
Song Chan understood the Sky Deer Goddess very well and knew she would never do such a thing.
But now, apart from this possibility, there was no second explanation.
In other words, at some unknown point in time, the Sky Deer Goddess had already sided with the Beyond, becoming an enemy of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
This made her head spin, and for a moment she even thought she had gone mad—how could she have such a terrifying conjecture?
“You are the Sky Deer Goddess’s disciple. You should understand her better than I do.”
Lin Wu shook his head and said nothing more.
He had come here only to tell Song Chan about this matter. As for anything else, he would not say more.
If Song Chan truly worried for the Sky Deer Goddess’s safety, then she would absolutely know what to do.
The Formation Core of Sky Deer City—he could only gain access to it through Song Chan. There was no other way.
“I understand.” Song Chan’s voice trembled slightly.
Suddenly realizing that her Shifu had already betrayed the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains—she could not believe it, and her head was still buzzing even now.
Afterward, Lin Wu left this place, planning to return to his clan’s territory to arrange clan affairs.
Now that he had witnessed Gu Changge’s terrifying power with his own eyes, the family behind him should understand what chances of victory this war held.
If the Beyond’s army pressed upon the city and began its assault on Sky Deer City, what they faced then would be far more than just a single Gu Changge.
He had to consider not only himself, but also his family.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Gu Wudi and Xiao Yang had also gathered together with numerous ancient beings to discuss great matters.
Both were disciples of the Nine Great Mountains—Gu Wudi especially, being the Chosen One of the Nine Great Mountains, his status exalted.
But now that the Nine Great Mountains had been destroyed, with just the strength of the two of them, it would be difficult to play any meaningful role in the great war.
So after some deliberation, they decided to seek out the mysterious First Mountain Elder.
According to what they had heard from the other Mountain Elders of the Nine Great Mountains, the First Mountain Elder’s power was terrifyingly strong, boundless and far-reaching, his existence traceable back to the very founding of the Nine Great Mountains. Even if the other eight combined their strength, they would be no match for him.
If they could find the First Mountain Elder, then in the final decisive battle against the Beyond, he might play an unexpectedly pivotal role.
Moreover, Xiao Yang had another thought in his heart. Previously, the Second Mountain Elder had told him about his origins.
During this time, he had also investigated the Family of Protectors through various means.
But all he learned was that over twenty years ago, they had suffered a calamity out of nowhere—attacked and slaughtered by a group of mysterious people—after which they fell apart and were reduced to ashes.
Even now, within the mountain range where the Family of Protectors once resided, one could still see raging flames that refused to be extinguished.
Many suspected that the Family of Protectors’ lineage had already been exterminated.
This brought grief to Xiao Yang’s heart. The memories he possessed were actually very few.
After all, twenty-some years ago he had still been a swaddled infant, ignorant of the world.
Afterward, a servant had fought a bloody path through and delivered him to the foot of the Nine Great Mountains, where he was cut off from the world.
Yet Xiao Yang refused to believe that in this world, apart from himself, no other kin remained alive.
According to the Second Mountain Elder’s words, his bloodline still required special means to awaken—only then would it possess formidable, ghost-and-god-defying power.
If he could not find his clansmen, then his Family of Protectors bloodline would be as good as useless.
So Xiao Yang planned to search around during this time, to see if he could find any clues about his clansmen.
And just as the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains were thrown into turmoil by the news of the Aether Abyss’s collapse sweeping in all directions...
In the Great Bone Domain, in an extremely desolate and gray land.
This was a stretch of black scorched earth, its ancient aura immeasurably old, transformed into chaotic mist that shrouded all directions, permeated with a terrifying aura.
Even Sacred Realm existences who set foot here would feel their hearts palpitate and their expressions change, treading with utmost caution.
The Great Bone Domain—this was an extremely special domain among the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
For the living beings of this domain were exceedingly few. Though it was incomparably vast, its clans and powers were far fewer than those of the other great domains.
There was even a saying that the Great Bone Domain had actually formed from a fragment split off from a mysterious place once called the Gloomy Burial Ground.
Boom!!
And at this moment, in its deepest depths, a pair of eyes opened, within which terrifying scenes emerged.
The sun rising and the moon falling, seas transforming into mulberry fields, lightning withering into ash, the universe collapsing, all living beings weeping.
These eyes were enormous, like the sole existence within the black fog—very cold, as if devoid of any other emotion.
“The Aether Abyss has fallen. The leader of the Beyond’s forces is surnamed Gu. So that’s how it is.”
“The final decisive battle is finally about to begin? My clan’s mission of so many years is finally about to be fulfilled...”
This incomparably terrifying figure murmured softly.
Toward the end, there was some relief, and also some barely concealed excitement and exhilaration.
“Old Ancestor, you summoned me here—what is the matter?”
Beyond the great fog, a graceful figure, quite blurry, suddenly appeared, her voice equally cold.
Even facing the Old Ancestor, her words held not the slightest fluctuation, as if she had never possessed any emotion at all.
“I sensed the aura of the Family of Protectors’ lineage. They have not been completely wiped out. My clan’s mission is not yet complete.”
The eyes within the great fog turned toward her, speaking coldly.
“The Family of Protectors’ lineage has not been wiped out?”
“Over twenty years ago, it was clearly I who personally acted, grinding away the Original Souls of their entire family.”
The graceful figure frowned, a trace of doubt entering her voice.
“This clan must not be underestimated. Moreover, I sensed that the Fortuity of the Family of Protectors’ lineage seems to be flourishing and growing.”
The voice within the great fog sounded again.
Then, within those terrifying eyes, scenes began to emerge, as if attempting to divine the fate of the Family of Protectors’ lineage.
But the next moment—with a pu sound—a most resplendent light, as if piercing through time, space, and the ages, containing an unimaginable aura, suddenly slashed down from within.
Blood light splattered, drawing a muffled grunt from him.
This place fell silent for a moment, then killing intent surged to the heavens, splitting the firmament.
“It seems a great Fortuity protects them in the shadows, or perhaps that person from back then has reappeared.” He laughed coldly. “I understand now. It seems they are the fish that slipped through the net back then, appearing once again.”
He seemed not the least bit surprised by this.
“I will go deal with them.”
Seeing this, the graceful figure also seemed unsurprised. She nodded, her voice still cold, without the slightest ripple.
Then, a rift appeared in the space before her, and she turned and stepped into it, vanishing.
“My clan, ordered to lie dormant here for countless ages—it is finally coming to an end. We shall meet no more.”
The figure within the black fog then returned to silence as well.
Within the vast Great Bone Domain, the fog billowed to the heavens, impossible to disperse, and all insects and birds fell silent.
Unlike the grim, heavy atmosphere of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, the side of the Beyond was quite lively and jubilant.
This battle had been a total victory, and nearly every orthodoxy and power was holding celebratory banquets.
Across the numerous Ancient Battleships spanning tens of millions of miles, divine rainbows streaked back and forth, transporting meat and wine.
In the centermost region, the various clans had now forged several thrones, as if cast from black-gold immortal stone, lustrous and gleaming, containing extraordinary Dao rhythms, exuding layer upon layer of mist.
They were branded with all manner of divine and mystical patterns—extremely noble, and at the same time representing supreme, unparalleled power. Even True Daoists, at this moment, were not qualified to be seated.
Only those who had made great contributions to the Beyond in this battle could sit upon these thrones.
Naturally, Gu Changge was without question the only one currently qualified to be seated. His expression was quite casual as he picked a throne at random and sat down, sensing a wondrous aura—even he was slightly surprised.
Just sitting upon it, one could receive a measure of nourishment—one could well imagine the extraordinariness of its material. Such a throne was no different from a rare supreme treasure. The clans had spent a great price to forge them.
They had already formed their own runic formations, capable of channeling the mighty power of heaven and earth. Below Gu Changge were the experts of the various clans—even the Dharma Bodies of supreme beings sat at the lower seats, unqualified to share his table.
Regarding this, none of the clans or orthodoxies felt there was anything improper, nor did they voice the slightest objection. At the banquet, song and dance were enchanting, with numerous beautiful maids from the various clans, and quite a few heaven’s favored daughters as well.
They stepped forward, singing and dancing, freely displaying their charms. The younger generation—the old crown prince, the Sky Demon Sovereign, Jin Chan the Chosen Monk, and others—were off in another direction, separated from the many elders, all drinking on their own, occasionally chatting a few words with acquaintances.
This battle had not fully satisfied them—not because Gu Changge had suddenly intervened.
Rather, among the younger generation of the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, there were few existences worth them going all out against. They stepped forward to spar and compete at this place, radiance dazzling, divine light surging, tumultuous and overwhelming, divine chains flying out one after another, containing mighty power. Then, as the wine reached its height, many young ones...
The many elders also watched all this with smiles, hoping their own family’s prodigies could seize this opportunity to make their names.
After all, those gathered here now were all the most powerful and ancient orthodoxies of the Beyond.
Such an opportunity was rare indeed. Afterward, many people also came forward to toast Gu Changge.
Among them were quite a few devastatingly beautiful goddesses, advanced in their years of cultivation, who had once been heaven’s favored daughters whose beauty eclipsed their era, with countless suitors.
They cast flirtatious glances at Gu Changge, their eyes rippling with charm. Gu Changge wore a smile, nodding to each in turn.
During this time, many cultivators and beings also came forward to seek his guidance on the path of cultivation, and even the older generation listened attentively, not missing a single word.
“Xianer, why don’t you go toast Young Master Changge? No matter what, he and you are of the same clan—your ties are so close.”
At the banquet, the silver-haired, exquisitely beautiful An Yan spoke, her face bearing a brilliant smile.
Gu Xianer’s gaze had been wandering somewhat, as if she were thinking about something. Hearing these words, she abruptly snapped back to attention and looked up toward the thrones.
She secretly ground her teeth, then maintained her cold and aloof expression, saying, “There’s nothing to toast about. Those people all want to curry favor with him. I don’t need to curry favor with him.”
Somehow, in the end, at some unknown point, she had actually, as if possessed, fallen asleep. Then she opened her eyes to find Gu Changge lying on his side on the couch, head propped up on one hand, watching her with a somewhat teasing expression.
And she had actually been clinging tightly to his neck, curled up in his arms.
Whenever Gu Xianer recalled that scene now, she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, her whole face burning red.
“You’re the little princess of the Gu Family, and Young Master Changge even dispatched a Quasi-Emperor being to protect you. Naturally, you don’t need to curry favor with him.” Hearing this, An Yan smiled somewhat enviously, then said with a face full of radiance, “What a pity I don’t have such a wonderful cousin. Xianer, tell me—if I go toast Young Master Changge in a bit, will he refuse me?”
Hearing these words, Gu Xianer came back to her senses and stared fixedly at her, her gaze somewhat suspicious.
She seemed to have caught a whiff of something unusual.
“In front of everyone, he has to maintain his image, so naturally he won’t refuse.”
Still, she answered very directly.