One person established a clan

Chapter 240 Sweeping and Harvesting
boom--!
A dazzling golden light suddenly exploded inside the Hall of Star Worship, like a celestial river hanging upside down and piercing the dome, stirring up towering waves.

As the void trembled, countless profound Dao patterns flickered and shone, faintly coalescing into a counterattack.

"Humph!"

The Old Ancestor of Tianshan stood with his hands behind his back, letting out a cold snort that was as loud as thunder.

He flipped his palm down, and the counterattack force that the sealing array had just gathered was instantly crushed by the vast pressure, with the aftershocks sweeping across several miles.

"hiss--"

The Tianshan cultivators behind them, protected by the golden light, all held their breath.

"Our ancestor is indeed invincible! This great formation is probably going to break down!"

"Our ancestor's injuries have not yet fully healed, which is likely due to the power of the Vast Heaven Wheel."

Ren Yongsi raised his arm to shield himself from the raging wind, gazing at the golden light in the sky, his eyes burning with undisguised fervor: "That is the legendary ancestor's natal treasure."

Boom——!
The second golden rainbow pierced the sky, its radiance like rain, leaving the ancient temple riddled with holes.

Its lingering power penetrated deep into the earth's veins, stirring up a surging spiritual tide.

"Original Heaven Dragon Ancestor, why haven't you shown yourself yet!?"

The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor looked down with disdain, his cold gaze piercing the seal of the Dragon Pool.

"Three more moves, and I will shatter your sealing formation—"

Can you do it?

A melodious, ethereal sound drifted over, and the layers of golden light that entwined around the sealing array melted away like spring snow.

Ripples spread across the void, and a slender, ethereal figure emerged gracefully.

"If news of the forced seizure of the Star-Suppressing Cup reaches the Upper Realm, how could the various races stand idly by?"

Clad in a white silk robe embroidered with dragon patterns, her petite figure exudes supreme majesty amidst swirling veils.

Dragon scale patterns flickered across her jade-like face, and her piercing eyes grew colder. "The Tianshan clan will surely be destroyed."

"Ah!"

The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor sneered repeatedly: "You dare to spout nonsense just because you've recovered a little bit of your cultivation?"

"Just give it a try."

With a gentle flick of her white silk sleeves, wisps of ethereal white smoke rose. "If you lose your lives because of this, I will not collect your corpses."

The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor's eyes grew cold as he scanned the surroundings with his divine sense, searching for the whereabouts of the 'mysterious man' and the woman from the Heavenly Realm Sword Pavilion.

At the same time, the golden light in his palm split into three, and the vast pressure of the peak of the Spirit Profound Realm suddenly erupted, transforming into three profound techniques that tore through the sky.

But then, a white silk sleeve danced with dragon patterns, and a bright white array instantly took shape.

As the two great forces collided, they dissolved into each other, leaving only a storm of spiritual energy that swept across dozens of miles of land.

hum!hum!hum!
Golden light flashed continuously in the void, and countless mystical arts poured down like a galaxy, surging towards that beautiful figure.

"The same old tricks again?"

Bai Lingling narrowed her eyes and flicked her slender fingers. A dragon's roar shook the heavens, and its surging dragon might condensed into thousands of spears of light, tearing apart the golden light.

The two sides exchanged blows for only a short time, which was not only a matter of countering each other's moves at the level of esoteric arts, but also a direct collision between the great forces of heaven and earth.

The erupting aftershocks were like the heavens and earth turning upside down, raging like a landslide and a tsunami—

"Tsk!"

The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor displayed an endless stream of mysterious techniques, yet he was secretly filled with doubt and apprehension.

This dragon ancestor, who was clearly more severely injured before, has now recovered seventy to eighty percent of its cultivation. Combined with the power of the great formation, a swift victory is not yet possible.
"Fine, there's no point in dwelling on it."

In a flash, the Heavenly Mountain Patriarch suddenly shouted, "Disciples, listen to my command! Form a formation and surround the enemy!"

"Yes!"

A dozen or so figures flew over from behind, braving the violent aftershocks.

Despite being intimidated by the power of the clash between the two peak cultivators, the cultivators of Tianshan gritted their teeth and formed hand seals, unleashing a burst of various supernatural powers.

Instead of aiming to defeat a powerful enemy head-on, simply disrupting their formation will create an opportunity for our ancestor to win.

"."

Bai Lingling's eyes shifted slightly, and a cold glint flashed in her dragon eyes.

The invisible dragon's might was as deep as an abyss and as imposing as a mountain, causing the cultivators' breaths to catch in their throats, and even their fingers, which were forming hand seals, trembled slightly.

"Hmph!" The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor's sleeves fluttered, and arrays of profound formations rose into the air, completely dissolving the intimidating aura.

"You dare to be distracted when you're fighting me?"

"Having exhausted all their tricks, they have to rely on the help of a junior."

With a light wave of her white silk hand, dozens of dragon-patterned array seals appeared around her, and instantly, a group of dragon phantoms manifested, roaring and shaking the heavens.

The Old Ancestor of Tianshan moved his palms in mysterious trajectories, unleashing a tremendous power to move mountains and overturn seas.

boom! boom! boom!
The two immense forces remained locked in a stalemate, causing the ancient palace's dome to collapse and crumble, and the wind and thunder to rage, changing the very color of the sky and earth. The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor's face grew increasingly ferocious: "Original Heaven Dragon Ancestor, you are doomed today!"

Click!

A faint, crisp sound rang out across the battlefield.

Before the other cultivators could notice, the Heavenly Mountain Ancestor suddenly frowned, a strong sense of alarm rising in his heart.

"Watch out!"

The shout was deafening, making the hearts of all the cultivators tremble.

At the same time, Bai Lingling's lips curled up slightly, and her jade fingers formed a seal: "Heavenly Origin Dragon God Formation".

The dragon pattern instantly spread for hundreds of feet, enveloping the entire void, and her figure and that of the Heavenly Mountain Ancestor were simultaneously sealed into the formation.

"Ancestor!?"

The cultivators' expressions changed drastically, and before their cries could even finish, a crack suddenly appeared in the void behind them.

They turned around in astonishment and saw a tall figure rush out like a thunderbolt.

Su Cheng wielded the demonic sword, his body wreathed in silver flames, and instantly activated the first transformation of the Profound God!
"It's you!"

Gu Mingzhe's pupils constricted. Before he could unleash the divine power he had gathered in his hand, a sword light flashed, and a head, still bearing shock and anger, flew off.

"—!"

The sudden turn of events terrified Ren Yongsi and the others. When their eyes finally caught up, they saw Gu Mingzhe's headless body flying across the ground.

Su Cheng's figure flickered like a ghost, and before the afterimage had faded, he had already passed by the two cultivators.

Amidst the splattering of blood, two more bodies plummeted from the sky.

"What...what kind of movement technique is this?!"

The remaining Tianshan cultivators were all horrified. Could it be that deep within this Dragon Pool lurked an ancient powerhouse comparable to the Dragon Ancestor?!
"found it!"

Ren Yongsi roared, his blade flashing like a bolt of lightning, forcefully blocking Su Cheng's path.

Clang——!
The clang of metal against metal reverberated across the land, and a fierce wind swept through.

"It's you. It's you playing tricks again!"

Ren Yongsi's eyes were bloodshot as he roared, "Today, I will make you pay for this in blood!"

Su Cheng held his sword horizontally to his side with one hand, glancing at him indifferently: "Looking for death?"

"Who will live and who will die is uncertain!"

Ren Yongsi's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and the mysterious patterns on the blade suddenly lit up, with dense Dao patterns moving around like living things.

"Divine Power: Soul-Locking and Three-Body Shattering Technique!"

The blade's light surged, and profound spiritual patterns spread like a spider web, freezing and imprisoning the surrounding space.

Su Cheng's body sluggish slightly, and even his soul seemed to be bound by invisible shackles, slowing his movements by a third.

"Let's join forces and kill this scoundrel!"

With Ren Yongsi's roar, the cultivators suppressed their fear and unleashed a burst of various supernatural powers, their spiritual energy surging forth like a tidal wave.

"Do it."

Su Cheng coldly uttered two words.

In an instant, purple lightning and black mist rose into the sky, and a majestic dragon shadow appeared, waving its claws. Several cultivators were blasted into dust before they could even scream!
Before Ren Yongsi and the others could recover, they saw countless dragon heads turn around, their huge mouths open, and a vast amount of lightning burst out like a heavenly tribulation!

"How can this be—"

The torrent of lightning instantly engulfed everyone's figures.

Ren Yongsi desperately activated his protective spiritual treasure, his face contorted with bulging veins and his eyes bloodshot as he struggled to hold on amidst the seemingly endless torrent.

However, in the next moment, several ghostly figures silently swept past, and the muffled sounds of sharp blades piercing through bodies rang out one after another.

Click!

The black array that covered the sky shattered in response.

The Heavenly Mountain Ancestor and Bai Lingling retreated simultaneously, clearly having fought to a draw, neither able to gain the upper hand.

"this--"

As his divine sense swept across the battlefield, the Heavenly Mountain Ancestor's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

“Your disciples and their descendants are all here.”

Su Cheng stepped on the dragon's claw and casually pulled the demonic sword from the pile of corpses.

Surging spiritual energy swirled around him like flames, and he looked at the Heavenly Mountain Ancestor with a half-smile:

"Would you like me to send you down to reunite with them?"

(End of this chapter)