Chapter 110

Chapter 110

The Fourth Master spoke coldly, his tone steeped in menace.

Mo Jian nodded repeatedly.

Seeing how obedient he was, the Fourth Master’s mood improved a little.

Yet, there remained a trace of unspeakable violence between his brows.

Lately, he had been in a foul temper.

He had pursued Leng Ningyue of the Huayue Sword Sect for a full century.

Who in the entire Northern Wasteland didn’t know?

And yet, Leng Ningyue had always remained indifferent, even cold toward him.

He had gone to visit many times, only to be shut out at the door.

Fifty years ago, he’d brought a sword manual he’d obtained with great difficulty, intending to present it to her.

Leng Ningyue took a glance—then tossed it back at him.

She said he didn’t understand the sword.

Didn’t deserve to wield a sword.

Then directly ordered him to leave!

He didn’t understand the sword—he was a body cultivator! A body cultivator!

The only reason he wore green robes and carried a long sword was to win her favor.

Because of this, he had become a laughingstock behind his back.

People joked he was like “a scallion stuck in a pig’s nose.”*

[*Literally “scallions stuffed into a pig’s nose.” A Chinese idiom meaning someone pretending to be elegant or refined when they’re clearly not. Implies a laughable attempt to dress up a pig as noble.]

He had endured it all for Leng Ningyue, thinking: If one century isn’t enough, I’ll wait another.

But now?

Not long ago, Leng Ningyue had willingly resigned as sect master of Huayue Sword Sect.

And even became someone else’s sword attendant!

What was a sword attendant?

A servant to the sword!

She was already someone else’s servant—No doubt she’d already been completely taken!

All that talk about being devoted to the Sword Dao, free from worldly attachments—All lies!

On the surface, people still respectfully called him Fourth Master, but who knew what kind of jokes they made behind his back?

The good mood from earlier was now utterly ruined.

His expression darkened to pitch black.

“Fourth Master…” Mo Jian suddenly called out.

“What is it?”

Fourth Master responded with clear irritation.

“Is it really impossible for a cultivator to battle the undead?”

“I don’t repeat myself.”

“If that’s the case… then what is that senior doing?”

Hearing Mo Jian’s question, Fourth Master frowned and was just about to scold him.

But then—His gaze followed Mo Jian’s pointing finger—

And his pupils shrank to the size of needlepoints.

“Th-this is impossible!!”

“How could this be!!”

Shock flooded his eyes like ink.

Reflected in them was a majestic figure striding across the sky.

Wherever he walked, every undead trying to obstruct him dissipated like smoke.

Before him—no one dared block the way.

Behind him—no one dared follow.

This scene completely shattered Fourth Master’s understanding of the world.

He attempted to probe the figure’s realm using his divine soul—But all he sensed was boundless chaos.

He felt… nothing.

Which only meant one thing—This person’s cultivation was far above his own.

But…

This forbidden land belonged exclusively to the Academy.

Why is this person here?

And how could anyone battle so freely in a place that stripped cultivators of their true essence?

Isn’t he afraid of exhausting himself?

Questions flooded his mind, yet he didn’t dare voice a single one.

He simply bowed with utmost respect.

“Supreme Academy’s Fourth Master, Si Wuya, pays respect to the senior.”

“Supreme Academy student, Mo Jian, greets the senior…” Mo Jian followed suit.

The towering figure looked at them, his gaze neither joyful nor sorrowful.

“When was the Supreme Academy ever granted permission to enter this place?”

His features were obscured by swirling black mist, impossible to discern.

Only a terrifying voice echoed down upon them.

“Replying to Senior—this place was discovered by our second-generation headmaster fifty thousand years ago.”

“Since then, it has served as a source of strength for the Academy.”

Si Wuya dared not hide a single detail.

“Heh… Fifty thousand years?” the man chuckled coldly.

“I take a nap, and when I wake—ants like you have taken over.”

His laughter chilled the air around them.

Si Wuya broke into a cold sweat.

Fifty thousand years… just a nap?!

To sleep soundly in such a terrifying forbidden land—This being before them is utterly beyond comprehension!

This battlefield was unimaginably ancient, possibly dating back to the Immortal Ancient Era.

Could it be…

Could this man be… a being from that time?

If so, what level of cultivation had he attained?

To exist from Immortal Antiquity until now, to survive the torrent of time—

Is he perhaps… an Ancient One?

As soon as the thought entered his mind, Si Wuya trembled in fear.

But the more he thought about it, the more plausible it seemed.

In this era, there were no emperors.

Ancient Ones were elusive and vague.

Only beings of this level could be indifferent to the passage of time.

Ancient Ones were transcendent.

To step into that realm meant escaping the long river of time.

To sit above boundless thought—To gaze upon past, present, and future as one—To comprehend all of eternity.

Only such a being would treat this terrifying battlefield as—A resting place!

To think he was fortunate enough to encounter such an existence…

Even a sliver of grace from this being’s fingernail would transform his cultivation!

Just the thought made Si Wuya tremble all over.

“May I ask… which Ancient One Senior is?”

“The Dark River… The Heavenly Spring… The Undying…”

He asked cautiously.

But the figure only replied coldly: “You think you are qualified to ask me that?”

Just that one sentence—Caused the space around them to violently tremble!

At that moment, Si Wuya was certain—

The man is an Ancient One!

Only such a being possessed such unfathomable power!

“From this moment on, your Academy has lost the right to enter this place.”

The color drained from Si Wuya’s face.

The Supreme Academy owed at least a fifth of its strength to this forbidden land.

Now, with just one sentence, this man had cut off their lifeline!

“Senior!!”

Si Wuya tried to plead—

But the figure merely snorted.

A long spear burst into the sky!

In an instant, boundless images flooded forth—The evolution of spear Dao from antiquity to now, every profound secret of the spear manifested in that strike.

That single spear—Like the overturning of heaven and earth!

A spear struck down from above—

Destroying all beings, uniting all phantom shadows into one—

And then—BOOM!!!

A dazzling spear nailed Si Wuya to the sky of the ancient battlefield.

“A small punishment, a big warning.”

“If you speak recklessly again, I will kill you without hesitation.”

Nailed to the sky, wracked with pain—Si Wuya didn’t dare move a muscle.

From his vantage point, he saw that all the man had done was slightly narrow his eyes—And it destroyed everything.

That terrifying spear intent reminded him of one existence—The Ancient Spear God—The one who had come closest to becoming an Ancient One.

Could it be—he didn’t die?

Could it be—he had become an Ancient One?

And at that moment, he saw the man’s spear.

It was dazzling—

And at the tip, like a drinker—the Yin Dao Long Spear!

There was no doubt.

This man had broken free of his shackles—

He was the Ancient Spear God!

“…I will obey Senior’s command in all things…”

Even while severely wounded, Si Wuya replied respectfully.

Before such a being, who could destroy him with a thought—How could he dare speak carelessly again?

“At least you’re sensible…”

“You are the first being I’ve seen since awakening. I suppose we share a bit of fate…”

“This item—I grant it to you.”

A pitch-black stone slowly floated toward Si Wuya.

“This item can borrow the power of the Dao to enhance oneself. It is called a Dao Stone.”

“A supreme treasure—There are fewer than a hundred in existence. Now that the Golden Age has returned, Dao Stones are appearing once more.”

“It is useless to me, so I give it to you.”

As he spoke, he waved his sleeve.

Instantly, the surroundings began to tremble.

Amid Si Wuya’s ecstatic expression, his and Mo Jian’s figures gradually faded.

At the same time—A faint voice echoed in Mo Jian’s ear:

“Guard the Supreme Bone well—its master… is coming.”