Longevity Chronicles

Hearing Tao Qian and Sun Xiaosheng's conversation, the five Devil God sisters couldn't help feeling a bit guilty as they communicated secretly:

"What should we do? Should we cast spells?"

"That damned monkey makes some fair points. This little thief is indeed vicious. Not to mention the treasures he has in hand and the yet-to-be-revealed divine skills of Spirit Treasure Sect. Just think of that Wa Dang, those Hundred Buddha Birds—if it really came to a fight and Father was willing, then naturally the little thief would suffer."

"But if Father is not willing to come, it's us five sisters who will suffer. I fear we won't last even a few breaths before we're pummeled into meat pies. How could we endure this?"

"Why didn't we think of this before? Now, we can't outtalk him, nor can we fight him. If we continue to stand off, we'll be humiliated by admitting defeat. Wouldn't that be a total loss of face?"

"I thought of it, that's why I secretly stopped Susu from acting rashly. But how could she hold back when she saw her little lover? Now she's put us in a position where we can't back down."

"Stop arguing. Although we sisters are not as favored as our third sister, Father will not simply let us be humiliated. Moreover, this boy has long been on Father's mind. We should report everything that happened here to Father and let him decide."

"Alright!"

"I must kill him, or at the very least, snatch back the Devil God Secret Realm."

"Susu, hold back for now."

While the Devil God sisters were discussing through secret communications,

Tao Qian had grown impatient, once again turning his gaze towards the Yellow Robed Evil Lake, which had stubbornly refused to retreat or disappear.

In the arena, this was the only concern he harbored.

Not only did Tao Qian sense something amiss, but the others noticed it, too.

Almost immediately, individuals such as Chen Xiyi, Qi Daozhen, Lin Bujie, Shen Ruolan... and other members of Ancestor Dragon Society, along with newcomers Mei Su, Sun Xiaosheng, Shi Yingqiong, and others, shifted and flashed, gathering behind Tao Qian.

While none of those present were of the Daoist Transformation Realm in strength, the convergence of such complex and powerful auras quickly solidified into a tremendously unified and formidable presence.

At that very moment, an unexpected transformation occurred:

The Evil Lake, which had diminished significantly, suddenly surged silently. A flash of brilliance, and it transformed into an ancient figure that all the cultivators found familiar yet dared not acknowledge.

There, a throne appeared out of nowhere.

Atop sat a figure in a Yellow Robe, exuding an aura of sagely wisdom—a towering presence.

His features were obscured beneath a cloak of flesh and blood.

Above his head, there hung a crown blazing with authoritative divine light.

He seemed quite forthright, not hiding his peculiarities or, perhaps, his true form.

Beneath the tattered cloak of flesh, numerous sticky, cold tentacles covered in Yellow Robed Evil Seals writhed and trembled, pouring out noisily.

Surrounding the base of the throne were rows of ancient bronze lamps, their thick yellow flames flickering and dancing.

"What is this...?"

Like the rest of the cultivators, Tao Qian frowned deeply, pieces of information recorded in historical texts from his original memories now emerging.

Even Yuan Gong, cradled in Tao Qian's arms, was shocked.

The statue trembled and Yuan Gong exclaimed in his heart: "How could this be? An Ancient Great Sage, transformed from a Yellow Robed entity from the Outer Realm?"

No wonder Yuan Gong reacted so!

The others were not much different.

Even the strange cultivators of Divine Ear Sect and Ting Di Sect, who cultivated secrets and had wide knowledge, were plunged into a state of both excitement and horror upon witnessing this ancient secret.

While the members of Ancestor Dragon Society were still pondering, seeking a logical explanation for the bizarre scene before them,

Shi Yingqiong, known as the Shaoqing Witch, with no concept of courtesy, snorted with derision:

"So, the Outer Realm Evil Gods stoop so low as to shed all dignity?"

"How now, unable to conjure any other avatar, you decide to plagiarize an Ancient Sage of our Human Clan?"

"You may copy, but to not even conceal these filthy and evil beings is truly nauseating."

As the cultivators pondered, Shi Yingqiong lifted her veil without hesitation.

The astonishment at this moment stemmed from the fact that the figure manifested by the will remaining in this world from the Yellow Robed entity was strikingly similar to an Ancient Great Sage known from the Human Clan's texts.

That Great Sage was called Youxiong, one of the leaders of the Human Clan.

In the dark, deceptive, and chaotic Ancient Era, the Human Clan was scarce, barely proliferating amidst the myriad Deceitful Objects and Evil Gods, always on the verge of extinction.

It was through the contributions of this Great Sage that the Human Clan gradually grew in strength.

Now that an Outer Realm Evil God had suddenly taken on this form, coupled with the seemingly authentic, ancient and authoritative aura, it naturally left the cultivators momentarily disconcerted.

However, upon hearing Shi Yingqiong's words, most gathered their senses and rebuked:

"Evil spirits of the Outer Realm, first you sent your offspring to cause trouble, and now you resort to such deceitful tactics. It's revolting."

"How dare a foul Evil God like you impersonate an Ancient Sage?"

"Deceptive Evil Gods nearly led us astray from our Dao Hearts."

"Come, I shall lend you a Round Light Illusion Mirror, to gaze upon your own vile countenance."

...

While most cultivators were being boisterous, a few,

Like Tao Qian, Chen Xiyi, Mei Su, and some strange cultivators, still furrowed their brows.

They all harbored an inconceivable possibility, a secret perhaps true.

Yet no one spoke out.

And it was at this moment that a reckless cultivator really did offer a "Round Light Illusion Mirror." The form on the throne, nearly identical to the Great Sage but for the discrepancy of tentacles, suddenly spoke.

That voice carried an unmistakably authentic Ancient dialect—primordial, profound, and obscure.

At once, heaven and earth transformed.

Innumerable dark and strange images materialized from nothingness, endless barbaric landscapes and pervasive Chaos, accompanied by swirling phantom fragments. The cultivators seemed to be transported back to the Ancient Era, to an original world where Immortal Demons had not yet evolved and where the purity of heaven and earth had not yet fully separated, witnessing firsthand the struggle of the Human Clan for survival in the Ancient World...