This Dao Ancestor is too young.

The middle-aged man sighed softly, realizing that his nephew was still too proud.

The higher one's cultivation level, the more one can appreciate the terrifying power of that Dao Ancestor. In less than sixty years, he became invincible in heaven and earth, suppressing all living beings.

Sixty years is but a short time; even a single seclusion by the True Lord wouldn't be enough for the world to change.

As far as he knew, ever since that memory, which seemed to be from the future, spread, all the truly powerful beings had become active, and none of them had gone into seclusion.

The middle-aged man shook his head, no longer thinking about it; the matter of the Dao Ancestor was too far removed from the Shi family's concerns.

"Ren'er, Fei Da and the others sent a message a while ago saying they encountered a powerful enemy and are currently fighting. They haven't received any news yet, so the situation is probably not good."

Shi Ren frowned and whispered:

"Was this the work of rogue cultivators amidst the chaos, or were they aided by cultivators from the Divine Arrest Sect?"

"It must be a rogue cultivator from the Chaotic Lands; the Divine Arrestor's spies haven't sent back any bad news."

The middle-aged man deduced.

As the Shi family uncle and nephew conversed, ancient incantations, grand and desolate, emanated from the altar.

The movements of the many demonic cultivators became increasingly distorted and sinister, and the blood on the altar was gradually fading.

As the many black-robed figures were performing their rituals, a wisp of mist appeared, rapidly spreading and instantly enveloping the surroundings, blurring their vision.

"Who goes there? How dare you disturb our worship of the gods? You're courting death!"

"Be careful, there's an attack by cultivators. How could the Divine Arresting Sect arrive so quickly?"

"I sensed the presence of an enemy, but they are far from being powerful; I can kill them."

A clamor arose, and the many black-robed demonic cultivators stopped their rituals and all looked towards the depths of the clouds.

A tall, slender figure appeared and disappeared, slowly approaching.

Zhang Yuanzhu sized up the five demonic cultivators around the altar. They were all Qi Refining cultivators, and the one with the highest cultivation level surpassed him, probably at the third level of Qi Refining.

The boy's eyes were indifferent, without a trace of emotion. He stretched out his palm, and a copper pot floated in his hand.

With fingertips slightly bent, tap gently.

Ding~

The Sea-Swallowing Pot trembled, and streams of water surged forth, rushing and turbulent, washing over the demons.

Wherever it passed, rocks were shattered and the earth was submerged, leaving only sparkling, crystal-clear waves.

"How dare you!"

"How dare a mere rogue cultivator disturb our sacrificial ceremony?"

"kill!!"

Long howls shook the sky.

The four black-robed demonic cultivators walked forward side by side, their auras connected, almost merging into one.

Another demonic cultivator wearing a bamboo hat ascended the altar, twisting and dancing strangely, while the ritual continued.

The four of them simultaneously raised their arms, formed hand seals, and their magical power surged within their dantian.

Boom~

A wisp of scarlet flame ignited from the black robe, transforming into a towering pillar of fire that rapidly spread and covered the area ahead.

The surrounding temperature rose rapidly, water evaporated, and the earth cracked.

Zhang Yuanzhu's expression was calm. He raised his free hand, his five fingers pointing forward, and golden magical patterns trembled within his dantian.

Water control technique!

Splash! Splash!

The water surged and churned, followed by a beastly roar that echoed through the sky.

One after another, wild beasts leaped out of the water, roaring as they charged toward the flames.

puff puff~

The flames were extinguished, and the rushing river instantly submerged the two black-robed demonic cultivators, sinking them to the bottom of the water, where they remained motionless.

At this moment, the demonic cultivator standing on the steps stopped his palm strikes for the first time, lowered his eyes, and growled:

"Such magical power...it's a spell rune!"

"You're definitely not a rogue cultivator. Which family do you belong to?"

As soon as the demonic cultivator finished speaking, the middle-aged man from the Shi family, who was about to intervene in the fight, stopped in his tracks and silently retreated.

The ability to condense magical runes indicates that this person is no ordinary individual; they must be a prodigy carefully cultivated by some powerful force.

Zhang Yuanzhu had no interest in conversation whatsoever. He waded forward through the water, and with each step he took, a ferocious beast would leap out of the water and charge forward.

Tigers, bears, swallows, monkeys, and snakes, carrying rolling waves, extinguished the crimson flames and crushed the demonic cultivators.

Within a few breaths, all four demonic cultivators standing before the altar died.

Only the remaining demonic cultivator, cloaked, stood atop the altar, looking down with a gloomy gaze.

The demonic cultivator raised his hand and slowly removed the cloak, revealing a face so pale it was devoid of any color:

"Since you've chosen to die, then so be it."

Boom~

A crimson flame, as red as blood, erupted from between his fingers and palms, instantly turning the bamboo hat to ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the scarlet flames expanded rapidly, then coalesced and deformed.

Boo!

With a violent cry, a blood-red firebird formed, and the surrounding temperature continued to rise, causing the surrounding dead trees to spontaneously combust.

The firebird cried out and swooped down, carrying raging flames.

One by one, the water streams transformed into wild beasts that exploded, splashing water droplets that evaporated into nothingness.

Extremely explosive!

At this moment, Zhang Yuanzhu not only did not retreat, but instead stepped forward.

The bronze armor trembled with a clanging sound, and beams of moonlight fell from the sky, surrounding the body, just like a bright moon slowly rising from the sea to greet the scarlet firebird.

Two beams of light, one silver and one red, drew ever closer!

near!!

Get closer!!!

Until they touch!

bang~

The firebird exploded with a roar, turning into a rain of fire that scattered in all directions.

A young man, bathed in moonlight, ascended the steps, raised his face, and revealed a bright smile to the middle-aged man:

"bed bugs.."

Clang!

As the Demon-Slaying Sword was drawn, a ray of sky-blue light emanated from the palm of the hand and spread across the blade.

With one step, he shattered the steps, and with the magic sword in his hand, he slashed towards the sky.

"die!"

At that moment, wild beasts leaped out of the water, circling the sword light, roaring and howling as they pushed the sword forward.

The blinding sword light filled the altar, slashing towards the enemy with unparalleled ferocity.

The pale-faced demonic cultivator stared in disbelief at the sword light, feeling the primal, frantic warning coursing through his body.

If you can't block this sword, you'll die!

"Ah~"

The demonic cultivator roared to the sky, unleashing his full power from his dantian, and crimson flames rose once more.

At the same time, a blood-red pearl flew out from his bosom, expanded and grew larger, and slammed downwards.

Unfortunately, it's useless!

The sword light flashed, shattering the precious pearl, breaking through the halo formed by magical power, and slicing across the enemy's neck.

stab~

The head fell to the ground, and blood gushed out like a spring.

The headless corpse fell onto the altar, lifeless.

The Shi family uncle and nephew, who had already retreated to a distance, looked solemnly at the tall figure on the altar.

In just a few minutes, all five Qi Refining Realm demonic cultivators lay dead, including one Qi Refining Level 3 cultivator.

"Who exactly are you, sir? To defeat someone of a higher realm so easily from a lower realm, you must not be some unknown rogue cultivator."

The middle-aged man from the Shi family stepped forward and blocked Shi Ren's path.

Zhang Yuanzhu flicked the blood off his sword and turned to look at the two members of the Shi family:

"No need to pretend, you should have already recognized me through the sound transmission stone."

"Colluding with demonic cultivators, your Shi family always manages to do the most despicable things!"

Young people's whispers.

Just like in the future memories, the three major families of Qian Kingdom, Liu, Shi and Li, made things difficult for the 'Dao Ancestor' who had not yet grown up.

Swords pointed forward, battle intent boiling:

"Come on, let's continue!"

The five demonic cultivators were not yet satisfied.