Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

Hearing Lin Jiufeng's words, the sacred beast Qilin nuzzled closer to her in affection.

"It's been many years since a Qilin appeared in the dimensional battlefield. The last recorded Qilin appeared over six thousand years ago. That time, many clans surrounded it, attempting to capture it as their sacred beast. Lin Jiufeng, you can't just parade the sacred beast Qilin around openly," the Painted Skin Scholar said seriously.

Lin Jiufeng furrowed her brows. The Qilin mentioned six thousand years ago was the father of the sacred beast Qilin, who had been hunted by several clans. In the end, it took the power of the Fallen Immortal Tomb to shatter the barrier between the dimensional battlefield and the human realm to escape. However, it was severely injured and had no choice but to use the Celestial Well in the Fallen Immortal Tomb to ascend to the Immortal Realm, seeking a slim chance of survival.

So, the Painted Skin Scholar was right. The sacred beast Qilin could not appear openly, or it would attract unwanted attention.

The sacred beast Qilin, recalling the events that befell its father, snorted heavily, pawing at the ground and exhaling a thick breath, clearly harboring hatred for the clans that hunted its parents.

"The Painted Skin Scholar is right. You should enter my inner realm for now. Once we reach the ancient battlefield of the Hundred Clans War, you can come out," Lin Jiufeng nodded and said to the sacred beast Qilin.

The sacred beast Qilin also nodded. It understood that it was a rare species, and many would covet it, so it obediently entered Lin Jiufeng's inner realm, staying with Taiyuan Immortal, watching the surroundings through Lin Jiufeng's perspective.

When Lin Jiufeng stored the sacred beast Qilin in her inner realm, the Painted Skin Scholar finally noticed that Lin Jiufeng had already reached the fifteenth-stage cultivation. He was shocked and asked, "Did you break through again?"

Lin Jiufeng nodded lightly. "I had some insights and opened up my inner realm."

"Truly incredible," the Painted Skin Scholar sighed. Lin Jiufeng's speed of breakthroughs was unprecedented. He had been in the dimensional battlefield for five thousand years and only reached the peak of the Immortal Realm, yet Lin Jiufeng had made consecutive breakthroughs in such a short time.

"That's why he is the hope of the human race," Sword Emperor Liu said.

The Painted Skin Scholar laughed. "Indeed, we must protect Lin Jiufeng well. There are many clans eyeing us in the Holy Angel City this time."

"Let them come. If it comes to a fight, we are not afraid," Sword Emperor Liu said coldly, his aura like a sword piercing the sky, sharp and domineering, as if it could cut down any enemy.

The Painted Skin Scholar was surprised. "Did you break through to the later stage of the Immortal Realm?"

Sword Emperor Liu nodded. "During this time, I've been adapting to my primordial spirit state. Once I was accustomed to it, I used the surging energy in my body to break through."

That surging energy came from all the energy Lin Jiufeng had obtained in the Taiyuan Immortal Mansion.

"Good, with your breakthrough, we now have more confidence. Let's head to the Holy Angel City," the Painted Skin Scholar said happily.

Lin Jiufeng and Sword Emperor Liu stood in the teleportation array, and the Painted Skin Scholar began forming seals, sketching out the grand Dao patterns to activate the array.

Buzz… Buzz…

The teleportation array lit up, emitting intense energy that pierced through layers of space. Moments later, the three of them disappeared from the ancient city of the human race.

When they opened their eyes again, they found themselves in a land of strange beauty and rich spiritual energy.

Here, spiritual peaks spiraled in mist, auspicious clouds danced with colorful mist, mountains were shrouded in an ethereal haze, and lakes exhaled an aura of mysticism. The scenery was like a poetic painting.

Looking out over the distant mountains, the landscape was grand and majestic. There were waterfalls cascading like rivers of heaven, towering mountains piercing the sky, and endless mountain ranges that resembled massive ancient dragons tangled together. At first glance, Lin Jiufeng thought she had arrived in a celestial realm.

But outside this picturesque paradise, there were frequent visitors—some flying on clouds, others riding swords, some enveloped in demonic aura, and others crossing the void with their physical bodies. These were the people from various clans. Just in the short time Lin Jiufeng had been observing, she saw experts from more than a dozen clans arrive, all with formidable auras.

"This is the ancestral land of the Holy Angel Clan. They are holding the opening of the Hundred Clans War here. Quite a grand display," the Painted Skin Scholar said, his expression serious.

"The ancestral land has been brought out?" Sword Emperor Liu exclaimed in surprise.

"Is there a problem with using the ancestral land?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.

"Before a clan becomes powerful, they all reside in a certain place. As the clan grows, it expands and thrives, and the ancestral land becomes a symbol or a place for the elders to retreat. Such places are rarely revealed, as they represent the clan's dignity," Sword Emperor Liu explained.

"The Holy Angel Clan has developed rapidly in the past three thousand years and has the confidence to reveal their ancestral land. Let's go down. We will be watched here," the Painted Skin Scholar said.

But he spoke too late. As soon as the three of them appeared in the Holy Angel Clan's ancestral land, they were noticed.

"Aren't these the humans? Why are there only three of them?" a giant ancient beast stood not far away, speaking in surprise.

"The human race is dwindling, and out of such a large clan, there are only three capable ones? Are they not afraid of being flayed alive and reduced to bones by participating in the Hundred Clans War?" Not far away, a black skeleton with a fiery primordial spirit mocked coldly.

The Painted Skin Scholar and Sword Emperor Liu remained silent, their faces cold.

Lin Jiufeng stepped forward, sneering, "If you say one more word, I'll rip you apart and grind your bones to dust!"

As her words fell, the immense energy within Lin Jiufeng erupted, materializing into a sword of pure force that soared into the sky.

The black skeleton, seeing Lin Jiufeng's formidable aura, retracted its primordial fire. Initially thinking that humans were weak and would remain silent, it was taken aback by Lin Jiufeng's immediate response. With a cold grunt, it turned and left, muttering, "I won't argue with you."

"You think you can leave just like that?" Lin Jiufeng's cold voice rang out, filled with murderous intent.

The surrounding mountains seemed to tremble at her words. The murderous aura was so intense it felt as if it came from the depths of a blood sea.

The black skeleton felt the growing hostility, and its primordial spirit flared up in fury. "I was merely speaking, and you want to kill me? You are being arrogant in the Holy Angel Clan's ancestral land!"

Lin Jiufeng stood tall in the void, sneering, "If you don't have the ability, don't act tough. Do you think the human race will be weak? I told you, if you speak again, I'll kill you. And now, you've spoken twice."

With a clang, the sword behind Lin Jiufeng erupted, drawn out in an instant.

A sound like the trembling of the heavens rang through the universe.

Then, a brilliant sword light, as dazzling as a celestial being's power, cut through the sky, directly piercing the black skeleton.

There was no blood, no screams, no corpse.

It simply evaporated—pulverized to ash!

This was the Heaven Cleaving Sword Technique!

At this moment, countless people watched in horror.

Was this human really that fierce?

Did he just kill someone right after arriving?