#1104 - The strong compete for supremacy, like moths to the flame

Even among those at the Ancestral Spirit Realm, Old Ancestor Blood Skull was definitely a seasoned powerhouse. His mastery of the Heaven-Shaking, Earth-Piercing Blood Skull Demonic Art meant that few in the Ancestral Spirit Realm were willing to provoke him.

"I wonder whose Source Ancestor's world this is..."

Old Ancestor Blood Skull stared at the hazy world before him, a glint of sharp light flashing in his eyes.

Figures emerged from within, each radiating divine light, causing Old Ancestor Blood Skull to halt his movements, his eyes narrowing slightly.

From the depths of the void, the shadows of various major powers faintly appeared. Each powerhouse that manifested was like a towering mountain, emitting a terrifying aura that suppressed all living beings.

The most dazzling among them was a radiant divine vessel, like a sun, so bright it was impossible to look at directly.

"The Wild God Pagoda!"

Someone in the void exclaimed.

As a Tier 3 world, the Wild God Great World was extremely well-known throughout the myriad worlds.

This golden divine vessel came from the Wild God Pagoda, and standing at its bow was none other than Xiang Beichen, the Wild God Pagoda Master. His gaze was sharp as he coldly swept across the crowd.

In his eyes, these fellows were all here to compete with him for the treasure, and a murderous intent faintly flickered within his gaze.

"The Wild God Pagoda has arrived so quickly; Xiang Beichen clearly came prepared."

The surrounding powerhouses couldn't help but frown inwardly. The Wild God Pagoda's lineup this time was extraordinary; the accompanying Eternal Giants alone numbered in the dozens, each a renowned figure.

Suddenly, a clear sword cry echoed.

Immediately afterward, another tremor shook the void. An immensely large divine sword slashed across the sky, as if cutting through the entire firmament.

The Senluo Sword Sect's sword light shimmered with boundless sharpness. The Sect Master personally led the team, followed by a group of sword dao powerhouses, each an Eternal Realm expert. The sword energy surrounding them seemed capable of tearing the void apart.

"The Senluo Sword Sect has also come!"

The crowd was once again taken aback.

The Senluo Sword Sect's strength was no less than the Wild God Pagoda's; in fact, it was said that its Sect Master's strength was even greater than Xiang Beichen's!

"Hmph, the Wild God Pagoda and Senluo Sword Sect's little whelps, you've come to join the fun too..."

From the darkness, a chilling, bloody mist slowly spread out. The speaker was none other than Old Ancestor Blood Skull.

Upon seeing this person, even Xiang Beichen and Luo Youzhen revealed expressions of apprehension.

This man was a terrifying existence on the same level and of the same era as the former Wild God.

The Wild God had already fallen, but he was still here!

Now that he had also appeared, the treasures of this Source Ancestor's world would not be easy to obtain!

Xiang Beichen and Luo Youzhen subconsciously glanced at the children beside them, Qin Qipeng, Yu Xianxue, and the others, a cold smile rising in their hearts.

What if you are strong?

The treasures of the Source Ancestor's world are not something that can be obtained simply through strength!

After all, this was a Source Ancestor's world; even an Ancestral Spirit Realm powerhouse like Old Ancestor Blood Skull might not be able to forcefully break through the barrier.

"Tsk tsk, today is truly a lively occasion." A disdainful voice came from afar.

It was a man wearing a purple-gold robe, his gait relaxed, a faint smile on his face. Behind him followed a group of elegantly dressed powerhouses, clearly from an ancient and powerful family.

"逍遥 Heavenly Venerate."

A powerhouse who recognized him twitched his brow, unable to help but inhale a breath of cold air.

Damn it, another Ancestral Spirit Realm powerhouse.

The Carefree Heavenly Venerate of the Carefree Ancient Clan, his strength was said to be unfathomable, his methods even more unpredictable. His relaxed gait could not conceal the abyss-like aura within him, as if everything was within his control.

"Dead Skull, you arrived quickly!"

The Carefree Heavenly Venerate chuckled lightly, his words seemingly not taking the other party seriously at all.

"Carefree, it's been hundreds of millions of years since we last met; you've become even more arrogant!"

Old Ancestor Blood Skull's expression was somewhat unsightly, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

Clearly, this Carefree Heavenly Venerate's strength was even greater than his.

In that moment, the Wild God Pagoda, the Senluo Sword Sect, Old Ancestor Blood Skull, the Carefree Ancient Clan, and many other top powers gathered, the atmosphere so stifling that it was difficult to breathe.

"Enough nonsense. If you want the treasures, then let's rely on our own abilities!"

The Carefree Heavenly Venerate regarded all living beings as nothing. With a flash of his figure, he disappeared from the spot. The next moment, his figure had already swayed into that hazy world.

The terrifying, distorted spatial turbulence could not approach him at all.

Ancestral Spirit Realm powerhouses were terrifying indeed!

"Heh heh heh..."

Old Ancestor Blood Skull, watching the Carefree Heavenly Venerate disappear, no longer cared about the others. He immediately flashed after him, his entire body enveloped in a bloody mist, directly transforming into a stream of light and plunging into the hazy world.

"Let's go!"

On the golden divine vessel, Xiang Beichen's eyes flashed rapidly. With a wave of his sleeve, he immediately urged the divine vessel to rush toward the temporal and spatial turbulence.

With his cultivation, passing through this temporal and spatial turbulence was naturally not a problem, but his methods were clearly much inferior to the Carefree Heavenly Venerate's and Old Ancestor Blood Skull's, as he steered the divine vessel to constantly dodge the sweeping temporal and spatial imprints.

In just a moment, the golden divine vessel also disappeared from everyone's sight.

Whoosh!

A golden sword light soared into the sky. The Senluo Sword Sect also moved, closely following behind the Wild God Pagoda, bursting forth. The dazzling sword light seemed capable of shattering the entire temporal and spatial turbulence.

Of course, this was just an illusion, but it was clear that Luo Youzhen's speed was much faster than Xiang Beichen's.

"Hurry in! If we're late, there'll be nothing left!"

"Quick, quick, quick! The Source Ancestor's world is full of treasures! As long as I can come out alive, I will definitely be able to break through my current shackles and strive for a higher level!"

"Damn it, I'm going to risk it! So what if it's temporal and spatial turbulence? Wealth comes from danger!"

The surrounding figures could no longer sit still and rushed toward the hazy world.

Some people relied on their powerful cultivation or special divine abilities to enter the Source Ancestor's world.

But there were also many unlucky ones who accidentally touched the scattered temporal and spatial imprints, were directly swept into the temporal and spatial turbulence, visibly aged rapidly, and finally even their divine souls and True Spirits were completely devoured.

Cries of agony made people's hearts tremble, yet still, people rushed toward the Source Ancestor's world one after another, like moths to a flame.

This was the power of desire.

Wealth moves people's hearts; mortals are like this, and so are cultivators.

In a magnificent world, the sky was as vast as the sea, with light and shadow intertwined.

Countless huge palaces floated in the sky, radiating an ancient aura of oppression. The ground was covered with rolling mountain ranges, each mountain range seemingly containing incredible power.

This world was incredibly vast, seemingly exceeding everyone's understanding of a "world." Its laws of heaven and earth were completely different from the outside world. That sense of oppression constantly reminded everyone that this was not an ordinary cultivation world, but the Source Ancestor's origin land, which nurtured the most ancient power.