One of the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire of the Immortal Palace — The Revival of a Supreme Powerhouse
One of the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Wind, and Fire of the Immortal Palace — The Revival of a Supreme Powerhouse
While the Luo Clan of Crimson South City in the Westwin Domain was holding its wedding banquet.
In a remote mountain deep within the Great Wilderness, untold billions of miles away, Xiao Yang and Gu Wudi finally passed through layer upon layer of perilous terrain and found the First Mountain Elder.
Immortal mist veiled the world between heaven and earth. The mountain peaks were wreathed in orchids and emerald growth, immortal herbs and sacred medicines carpeted the ground, and one could even see auspicious purple vapors swirling about.
Amid the peaks stood a very simple thatched hut, beside a waterfall, with a small pond.
A white-robed old man with an immortal bearing, a Daoist air, and a lean, clear-cut face was fishing by the pond, though his eyes were closed, as if he were resting.
Yet from the pond before him, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others could see countless scenes of raging war and chaos.
This was a mystical, indescribable divine ability — even while situated here, one could know all affairs under heaven.
It filled them with boundless admiration.
“Greetings, First Mountain Elder.”
Moreover, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others were now almost certain that the white-robed old man before them was that supremely mysterious First Mountain Elder.
The very person they had been searching for all along.
“I already know why you have come.”
Hearing this, the First Mountain Elder opened his eyes. He said nothing more, but those eyes were hollow — somewhat chilling to behold.
Xiao Yang and the others were all startled. They had never imagined that the First Mountain Elder would be blind.
“The Beyond has invaded, the Nine Great Mountains have been destroyed, the Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains has been lost, and my shifu, the Second Mountain Elder, is missing — whether he lives or dies is unknown. Sky Deer City has fallen. The Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains are now leaderless, and we need you, First Mountain Elder, to come out of seclusion and take charge of everything...”
Nevertheless, Xiao Yang still spoke up, his face full of sincerity.
He also had matters regarding his own bloodline that he wished to ask the First Mountain Elder about, but with outsiders present, it was not convenient to bring up.
“I already know of your matter. A descendant of an old friend — you should still have kin alive in this world.”
“This world is not at peace, the Barren Realm is in chaos. It is time for this old man to go meet those old friends of his.”
The First Mountain Elder glanced at Xiao Yang and spoke softly.
Yet for some reason, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others could not help but shiver. They felt that the First Mountain Elder was not as transcendent and otherworldly as they had imagined — instead, he exuded an aura that sent chills down their spines.
Then, with a wave of the First Mountain Elder’s sleeve — weng — it was as if some kind of law descended upon heaven and earth.
Immediately after, before the utterly horrified eyes of Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the others, the many mountain peaks, great marshes, deep valleys, and even some nearby tribes before them all turned to ash in an instant. In a single moment, this place became a true desert.
“False within truth, truth within falsehood — when will I ever reach that step?” The First Mountain Elder shook his head, seemingly sighing with some regret.
Xiao Yang and the others were so shocked they could not speak. Could it be that everything they had seen along the way was an illusion? Or had it all been created by the First Mountain Elder?
Then just how terrifying, how unfathomably deep, was his realm?
“Let us go.”
The First Mountain Elder had no intention of explaining further to them. A rift split open in the space before them, and he led them stepping into it.
“First Mountain Elder, where are we going?” Xiao Yang could not help but ask, quite puzzled. He felt the First Mountain Elder had told them nothing at all — had not even asked about their plans or purpose.
“To find your clansmen. Did you not wish to know the origin of your bloodline?” the First Mountain Elder replied indifferently.
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“The Young City Lord — why would he come to this wedding banquet?”
Meanwhile, in the great hall of the Luo Clan.
The Luo Clan Head was also taken aback, wondering what business the Young City Lord had in coming to attend the banquet at this time.
Reasonably speaking, how could a small family like the Luo Clan be worth Yan Ming’s attention, let alone a personal visit?
“I heard that Ying’er once cultivated alongside Yan Ming at the Thousand Dao Academy — the two are senior and junior disciples of the same school. Could it be because of that?”
He speculated thus in his heart, but still hurriedly rose and went outside the hall to receive them.
By both sentiment and reason, Yan Ming’s arrival was an honor that brought glory to the Luo Clan’s humble home.
“What is Yan Ming here for?”
Though Luo Ying’s face was hidden beneath the red bridal veil, she too heard the commotion outside the hall. She was quite puzzled, and her brows could not help but furrow.
She knew that Yan Ming had once expressed admiration for her — only to be rejected by her.
This gave rise to a faint sense of unease in her heart. This grand wedding would likely not proceed so smoothly.
At that moment, she quietly peeked through the gap of her red veil at Luo Feng beside her.
Luo Feng’s current state seemed somewhat strange to her — his gaze was no longer as dull and vacant as before.
Instead, there was a certain liveliness to it, even a faint divine radiance flowing within.
Though all in all, he still seemed somewhat muddled.
This made Luo Ying quite curious. Could it be that Luo Feng’s foolishness all these years had been an act? Or was there some other reason behind his idiocy?
And indeed, the Luo Feng of this moment was vastly different from the Luo Feng of before.
To be precise, his mind was currently in great turmoil, accompanied by a faint stinging pain.
It was the sensation of a shattered Knowledge Sea, of countless fragmented memories beginning to revive and fuse together.
Only, because those broken memories were simply too numerous — like a collapsing mountain torrent — he had spent these past twenty-some years in a state of idiocy.
Thus, in the eyes of outsiders, there was nothing wrong with Luo Feng’s soul, and no spiritual medicine or sacred relic could cure his condition.
He had merely been taking too long to fuse his memories.
“So my name in this life is Luo Feng? It seems that after that battle back then, my soul truly did shatter. To think that the Heavenly Dao Authority War still ended in defeat.”
At this moment, Luo Feng gently closed his eyes and murmured softly in his heart.
The scenes of these past twenty-some years began flashing through his mind, like streaks of lightning, countless lights and shadows sweeping past, gradually becoming clear.
Many matters, many people, surfaced in his mind one by one, leaving him somewhat wistful.
Countless years ago, because of the destruction of the Eight Thousand Continents and the collapse of the Immortal Palace, the Beyond and the Barren Realm were shattered into countless pieces.
As the Ancestor of Wind, he had been one of the beings in the Immortal Palace who controlled the four supreme laws of earth, water, fire, and wind. His cultivation back then had already surpassed the ordinary Celestial Realm.
Among the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, only he had been fortunate enough to survive the cataclysm of the Immortal Palace’s collapse — all the others perished miserably.
Afterward, the vast Beyond sank, countless territories turned into lands of calamity, collapsing into innumerable motes of dust overnight.
It could be said that the world-ending catastrophe nearly caused the Principles of Dao of All of Heaven and Its Thousand Worlds to collapse, the laws of heaven and earth to cave in.
Myriad immortals perished. The world could no longer even bear power surpassing the Celestial Realm, and many Celestial Realm existences fled to another world they had established for themselves.
And seizing upon this opportunity, he had been bold to the point of recklessness — amid the chaos, he stole away the Beyond’s Tree of Epoch, which had nearly been destroyed in the catastrophe.
Afterward, he gathered the Remnant Immortals who had luckily survived, and together they took part in the so-called Heavenly Dao Authority War, attempting to seize control of the entire Beyond.
As the name implied, in that great war they tried to steal the Heavenly Dao Authority.
Unfortunately, they failed in the end. Everyone was wounded, and he himself nearly perished, escaping with but a single breath remaining to the Barren Realm, which had already split off from the Beyond — and he named this place the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.
However, although they failed in that Heavenly Dao Authority War, they still plundered a portion of the Heavenly Dao’s laws, fusing them into that nearly withered Tree of Epoch, attempting to evolve the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains into a supreme great world akin to the Beyond.
So to say that he was the Founding Ancestor of the entire Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains would be no exaggeration at all.
As the many memories swept through Luo Feng’s mind, he gradually calmed down. It seemed the contingencies he had arranged back then had indeed taken effect.
He had not died — he had merely reincarnated.
And in this life, his name was Luo Feng. Previously, because his memories had not fully fused, he had become a fool, mocked by others for over twenty years.
“It seems that in the years since my fall, the Beyond has indeed gone mad, ceaselessly trying to invade. What a pity — they will never find that thing.”
“The existence of the Tree of Epoch is not something those beneath the Celestial Realm can touch. Back then, we inscribed countless secret arts upon it, which is what stabilized its aura.”
Luo Feng felt a faint, derisive amusement in his heart.
Since he had dared to steal the Tree of Epoch, he naturally had the confidence to do so, and did not fear the Beyond of today coming to take it back.
Besides, after that world-ending catastrophe, the Beyond’s entire power system had nearly collapsed, and now no Celestial Realm existences remained there.
Even if the Beyond fought its way in, in the end they could only return empty-handed.
“The Three Dao Barrier we set up back then has actually been breached. But that does not matter. My awakening in this life, though an accident, seems to be a matter of destiny as well.”
Recalling in his mind what had happened in the Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains during this period, Luo Feng was not worried.
As the Ancestor of Wind among the Four Ancestors of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind of old, he had no shortage of methods. Back then he had already foreseen that he might fall, so he had left behind numerous contingencies.
His four great subordinates of old — each of them, at their peak, had possessed Celestial Realm cultivation.
After so many years, they had likely already become unimaginably great powers.
And though he had only just awakened, the Symbol of Immortality branded deep within his soul was a reality that could not be erased.
In this current era, though the world could hardly bear Celestial Realm power, as long as he was given time, he believed he could, through the existence of the Tree of Epoch, break through the shackles of this world’s laws.
A mere Beyond — if it has no immortals, what is there to fear?
Then, Luo Feng turned to look at the woman beside him, draped in the phoenix coronet and rosy wedding cape, his gaze somewhat complicated.
Though he had only just awakened, he retained memories of everything Luo Ying had done over the years. After all, in Luo Ying’s eyes, he was merely a fool, and she had not hidden many things from him.
“Ning’er’s descendant — speaking of which, she truly resembles Ning’er. Becoming my wife in this life... is this meant to make it up to me?”
A bitter smile welled up in Luo Feng’s heart. He could naturally sense the power of the bloodline within Luo Ying.
Speaking of which, Luo Ying was the descendant of an old friend — yet she happened to look very much like that old friend with whom he had once shared an extremely intimate bond.
Unfortunately, that old friend had, due to other circumstances, married another, and the two of them had missed their chance with each other.
And just as Luo Feng’s heart was tangled in complicated emotions, footsteps sounded from outside the hall.
His father of this life, along with the many guests present today, all came in — though their attitudes were exceptionally respectful and cautious, leading the way at the front.
Behind them walked several people. At their head was a young man like an exiled immortal, followed by quite a number of others — men and women, old and strong.
Luo Feng recognized the current Young Lord of Crimson South City, Yan Ming — yet at this moment, Yan Ming stood rather deferentially behind that young man.
As for the group behind them, his heart grew faintly alarmed as well — he could not see through any of them.
Whether it was that towering, burly figure like a war god, or that breathtakingly beautiful woman in black, or that grey-robed elder with a profound aura — he could not see through a single one.
Though he currently had little cultivation to speak of, the discernment he had possessed back then remained — yet now he could not even see through this group of people.
This shook Luo Feng’s heart, and he began speculating about the origins and intentions of this group.
Moreover, for some reason, when Luo Feng looked at that young man, he could not help but feel a trace of heart-palpitating dread.
This struck him as utterly inconceivable.
As the former Ancestor of Wind of the Immortal Palace, he had dared to steal even the Fortuity of the Beyond — could there still exist in this world something that made his heart palpitate?
For a moment, he wondered whether it was because he had only just revived and his memories were still somewhat jumbled.
“This way, Young Master, please!”
The Luo Clan Head and the others all wore extremely deferential expressions at this moment, carefully attending to their guests, terrified of accidentally offending Gu Changge beside them.
They had originally thought that Yan Ming was the one coming to attend the wedding banquet today, and everyone had gone out to welcome him — only to discover that Yan Ming was actually accompanying another young man with great deference.
This made their hearts jolt and their eyes widen, and they dared not show the slightest neglect.
For even Yan Ming to adopt such an attitude was enough to show that the other party’s origins were unimaginably great.
They dared not casually speculate at all.
However, Gu Changge paid no heed to the Luo Clan Head. After entering the hall, his gaze swept with keen interest over the two protagonists of the wedding banquet before him.
It had to be said — this dense degree of Fortuity was exactly as he had guessed.
A textbook Fortuitous One of the revived-supreme-powerhouse variety. And judging from his expression, he hardly seemed connected to idiocy at all. Could it be that his memories had already awakened?
As for that remnant of the Family of Protectors’ lineage — he swept a glance over her and lost interest.
Seeing that Gu Changge had no intention of even acknowledging him, the Luo Clan Head’s face turned somewhat embarrassed.
At that moment, the Young Lord of Crimson South City, Yan Ming, seeing the many guests looking over in confusion and curiosity, finally spoke, his face carrying a few traces of a cold sneer.
“No need for pointless words. The truth is, I’ve come today to rescue my junior sister Luo Ying from a sea of flames.”
“If your Luo Clan knows what’s good for you, then today’s wedding banquet ends here.”
“And if you don’t know what’s good for you... heh heh...”
The moment these words came out, everyone in the entire hall felt their hearts jolt, eyes going wide, finding it unbelievable.
Could it be that Yan Ming had come today to snatch the bride?
As the Young Lord of Crimson South City, Yan Ming’s status was exceedingly noble.
So although his current conduct was arrogant and outrageous, no one present dared to speak up — all were shaken to the core.
The Luo Clan Head was also extremely shocked, even wondering whether he had misheard.
But he dared not provoke Yan Ming, and could only accompany him with an ingratiating smile. “Young Lord Yan Ming, are you perhaps joking?”
“Do I look like someone who jokes?”
“How could junior sister Luo Ying possibly marry a fool? Are you not simply ruining her? A heaven-blessed daughter like junior sister Luo Ying can only be matched by someone like me.”
Hearing this, Yan Ming’s face still wore that cold sneering expression as he spoke with considerable disdain.
His words were filled with icy mockery toward the Luo Clan and Luo Feng.