The game begins with a visit to a holy land, only to discover that one's ancestor was a human e

The Feng family was having dinner.

He put down his chopsticks, said goodbye to his parents, and got up to leave. Halfway there, he turned back, as if remembering something.

"Oh, right!"

Then, Feng Zhi activated his "Words of Law" technique, which conjured several talismans out of thin air.

"This is a sound transmission talisman. You can use it by inputting spiritual power. As long as you're not too far away, I can hear you. And this is a protective amulet, a locator." Feng Zhi explained to his parents.

During the three years he followed his master in cultivation, the two elders had already reached the first level of Refining Essence. Although it was not high, they could barely activate it.

Then he threaded the talisman and its location marker onto a red string and tied it to Feng Ting's delicate wrist. The little girl shook it curiously, and the talisman swayed back and forth.

"Don't pick them. If you do, you won't get any candy next time."

"Good, good!"

Feng Zhi chatted with his parents for a few minutes, teased Feng Ting, and then went to the secluded training room.

Before the secluded chamber, he slammed his palm on the mechanism. The stone door slammed shut, completely isolating the warm light inside from the outside world.

The room was plunged into darkness.

He sat cross-legged on the prayer mat.

The ancient books I perused in the library flipped through my mind, page by page.

Eastern Wilderness, Southern Ridge, Western Desert, Northern Plains, Central Divine Land.

Humans, demons, holy spirits, ancient remnants, and gods.

This is just Ziwei; what does the universe and starry sky look like? This world is so vast…

With his Core Formation Realm cultivation, he wouldn't even make a splash if you threw him in.

Moreover, he could sense that the spiritual energy of this place was slowly rising.

It has been a long time since the last emperor passed away...

Those old monsters who have been suppressed by the rules of the old era for thousands of years are probably waiting for an opportunity. When the world is completely restored, that will be the time for them to break through!

Can you imagine... a group of old monsters who have accumulated their strength over a long period of time, breaking through to just one realm? That would probably be a qualitative leap!

Feng Zhi never underestimates anyone; this world is never short of geniuses.

"Then let's see who's faster."

Feng Zhi stopped thinking about it and began to activate the Imperial Scripture.

boom!

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth surged in from all directions like a river bursting its banks, rushing into every pore of his body.

If someone is watching from the outside.

You will see the spiritual energy above the entire Holy Son's Palace converge into a visible vortex. It slowly rotates, with its center directly facing the direction of the secluded cultivation room.

……

The sun rises and the moon sets.

Two days pass in the blink of an eye during cultivation.

Inside the stone gate, Feng Zhi's pores slowly opened, exhaling a breath of turbid white air.

The light flashed in his eyes and disappeared in an instant.

Upon internal observation, the golden pill in his dantian had grown a full size larger than it had two days ago.

Fifth level of alchemy.

A smile appeared on Feng Zhi's face. He had long since comprehended the first volume of the Emperor's Scripture to an extremely profound level, so his breakthrough was expected.

"After a period of reflection, we can reach an even higher level before the grand ceremony."

If those cultivators outside who had been stuck in the Core Formation Realm for decades without making any progress heard this, they would probably be so angry they'd have demonic possessions on the spot. What the hell do you mean by "settling down" and then you can break through?

Feng Zhi was unaware of this. In his view, breakthroughs were like turning the pages of a book; once you finished reading, you naturally turned to the next page.

Just as he was about to continue his meditation, the Holy Son's Token at his waist suddenly began to flash rapidly.

As his divine sense probed in, the roar of the Northern Divine Wind exploded in his mind.

"You brat! Today is the day you 'meet' hundreds of thousands of disciples. The entire training ground is waiting for you, where are you?"

Feng Zhi was stunned for a moment.

He quickly got up and, as he walked out, replied into the token, "Coming, coming. I was just breaking through and got a little engrossed in it."

"A little obsessed? What do you think a breakthrough is...?"

Before Beishenfeng could finish his sentence, Fengzhi had already cut off the communication.

He stepped out of the Holy Son's Palace, glanced in the direction of the martial arts arena, a slight smile playing on his lips, and then activated the Great Sun to pierce the sky.

With a surge of vital energy, a golden sun suddenly shone brightly in front of the Holy Son's Palace.

Immediately afterwards, the golden-red sun pierced through the clouds and shot towards the main peak.

……

Martial arts training ground.

On the plaza paved with thousands of acres of obsidian iron, hundreds of thousands of disciples gathered like an endless tide.

Some people sat cross-legged in meditation, some hovered in the air on swords, and some chatted in hushed tones in small groups.

Every now and then, everyone's gaze would drift towards the main peak.

To the due north, a four-story white marble platform rises abruptly from the ground.

The Holy Lord Bei Shenfeng sat upright, his face expressionless. His fingers, resting on the armrest, had been tapping away countless times.

Today, he was no longer wearing plain clothes, but an eye-catching golden holy robe.

On the second floor, Yang Ding crossed his arms and glanced at his apprentice on the platform below from time to time. He had tried to persuade his simple-minded apprentice, but it was no use.

The idiot's original words were, "I just want to see how powerful the Holy Son is."

Yang Ding exhaled through his nose as he thought of this.

Danyangzi, standing beside him, still smiled, as if he were watching a play whose ending he already knew.

The other chief disciples were all resting with their eyes closed. They either had no disciples or their cultivation level was too low, which was none of their business.

Beside Hao Fengman was a woman in red, of striking beauty, with a sword hanging at her waist. She was curiously looking around.

The third and fourth floors housed the elders and hundreds of deacons.

Two figures had been standing on the arena in the center of the square for quite some time.

Gu Changfeng stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in white, his expression calm and composed.

Shi Gandang, standing nearby, was less composed. He looked around, muttering, "Why hasn't the Holy Son arrived yet?"

The whispers among the crowd gradually turned into a cacophony of voices.

"Making such a big fuss for him, he's putting on quite an air."

"He was named a Holy Son after only three years in the sect, without even showing his face. I want to see what kind of extraordinary person he is."

"This is so unfair to my two senior brothers!"

"Shh, keep your voice down, the Holy Lords and Chiefs are all here."

"So what if we are? Did we say something wrong?"

Bei Shenfeng listened to the discussion among the disciples below, but his heart remained unmoved.

Fairness? The law of the jungle is the rule and the truth. He himself fought his way out of there.

Gu Changfeng listened to the discussions around him.

The person most affected by the sudden appearance of the Holy Son is none other than the Holy Master's disciple.

Three years.

From the day the news spread that Feng Zhi had been accepted as a disciple by the patriarch, he had been waiting for this moment.

He wasn't waiting for an explanation; the decisions of the Holy Lord and the chief ministers were none of his business to question!

He just wanted to know what the person who appeared out of nowhere and took the position of Holy Son had that gave them.

In terms of talent and skill, he never felt inferior to anyone.

However, the battle for the Holy Son ended before it even began.

He couldn't swallow this insult; he needed to at least see clearly where he had gone wrong.

original.

The high-ranking officials of the Holy Land did not reveal Feng Zhi's physique or origin.

The disciples only knew that three years ago, a person with great talent appeared out of nowhere, was taken in as a disciple by the patriarch, and was even named a holy son.

"They're here!"

On the high platform, Kitakamikaze suddenly stopped tapping on the handrail.

In the distance, a great sun tore through the clouds.

Before the scorching heatwave subsided, disciples with lower cultivation levels felt their breath catch and instinctively took a half-step back.

The golden light receded in mid-air, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing directly above the arena.

The dark gold imperial robe fluttered in the mountain wind, his long hair was casually tied behind his head, and the mark between his brows subtly shimmered in the sunlight.