In the desolate underworld, where the sun never shines and all is shrouded in darkness, a faint rustling sound can be heard, as if something is moving in the shadows. Occasionally, inexplicable roars echo, followed by an even more violent response. Amidst the earth shaking and mountains trembling, it seems that some peerless ferocious creatures are engaged in a fierce battle.
Suddenly, in the darkness deeper than darkness itself, a pair of crimson children abruptly opened their eyes, and crimson light instantly bathed the entire underworld, illuminating a scene of ghosts and monsters roaming the sky and the earth.
"Who dares to disturb me!"
A chilling whisper echoed through the underworld, and in an instant, the entire underworld fell completely silent. All the undead prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to make a sound.
"How dare you!"
Seemingly sensing something, the light from the two crimson suns suddenly surged, instantly turning this area of the underworld blood red. The spirits with physical forms immediately became even more respectful, wishing they could bury their bodies in the earth.
Deep within the underworld, in the dense darkness, a massive, armored hand emerged. It was a hand as enormous as a mountain range, its armor plates ancient and worn, exuding an aura of decay.
This hand tore through the underworld, reaching out and probing directly into the void, as if trying to grab something.
However, before he could even touch it, a radiant hand, as bright as the sun, suddenly descended. The surging light made the nail plates covering the hand sizzle, and the ghostly aura on them was instantly evaporated.
"Why..."
"Go back to sleep!"
A reprimand rang out, and immediately the void calmed down, its hands retracting completely, and it remained motionless.
...
"Is that all?"
Standing atop a hill, enjoying the gentle breeze, Jiu looked around this secluded paradise with a touch of reluctance.
Around him stood nine alien beings of different forms, each with a respectful expression. Among them was the Five-Colored Deer, who had bowed her head and acknowledged Feng Bingwen as her master upon their first meeting. Naturally, her strength was the weakest among the nine.
However, her greatest skill lies in escape techniques, not in killing. In this respect, she is worthy of being Feng Bingwen's mount.
However, compared to her other six followers, her overall qualities were somewhat lacking. Two of them, of course, need no further explanation: Han Ling from the Sky Clan and Xiong Cuiyue from the Tyrant Bear Clan.
The other six were selected from among the alien races that took the initiative to come and seek refuge after Feng Bingwen defeated Youming Daozi and once again became famous throughout the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths.
It can be said that they were selected from the best of the best, and each of the alien races possessed the ability to fight against the human race's prodigies. Otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to stand until Xiang Fengbingwen volunteered, and they would have been captured long ago.
"Master, with your talent, if you were to return to the Supreme Dao, you would surely receive its true teachings. Moreover, the Supreme Dao's foundation surpasses that of most other traditions here, so there is no need to worry!"
A majestic and imposing golden lion with shimmering mane speaks human language.
As a member of an alien race who came to join Feng Bingwen after he became famous, he secured a place among Feng Bingwen's followers based solely on his strength. To obtain this spot, he defeated three alien races who wanted to compete with him and then gained Feng Bingwen's recognition.
“That’s right, sir. If you become a disciple of the Supreme Dao, the only use of the inheritance here for you will be to broaden your horizons. There’s no need to linger here!”
Another follower spoke up. It was a strange beast that resembled a fierce tiger, but unlike ordinary tigers, it had dragon horns on its head and dragon scales hidden in its fur. It was a dragon beast, and its reputation among humans was extremely illustrious.
Bi'an!
A Bi'an with pure bloodline, although it has an inseparable connection with the dragon race, is also independent of the dragon race. It is similar to a true dragon, but also different.
"Um!"
Feng Bingwen remained noncommittal, looking up at the sky. Just then, a glimmer of water appeared above his head, quickly spreading out and transforming into a smooth water mirror, reflecting the appearance and figures of him and his nine followers.
Then a flash of light appeared, and a ripple emerged in the center of the water mirror. It then spread, and everything became blurred. When the crystal became smooth again, it reflected one powerful cultivator after another, each with a different demeanor and style.
Feng Bingwen spotted one of them at a glance. He was familiar yet somewhat like Mo Su. Even among the many extraordinary cultivators, the white-robed youth stood out like the bright moon in the night.
"Come, follow me to pay respects to my master!"
Feng Bingwen made no attempt to hide his joy. He transformed into a beam of light and rushed toward the Water Mirror. Behind him, the alien races who had sworn to follow him followed one after another.
Similar scenes can be seen everywhere in the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths. As the appointed time arrives, a water mirror appears above the heads of every human prodigy and alien race.
That was the passage that led them away. No matter what others were doing at that moment, even if they were trying to comprehend the Dao, they would be forcibly taken away, treated equally.
If your enlightenment is interrupted because of this, it's only because you're incompetent and lack the necessary aptitude. You can't blame anyone else. In the same amount of time, others have already obtained opportunities and received the inheritance. Why can't you do it and are you still wasting your time?
As the last prodigy departed from the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths, the confinement that had enveloped the entire secret realm finally dissipated. Instantly, one mournful and painful roar after another echoed throughout the secret realm. These were the roars of the ancient alien races that could threaten the lives of the prodigies.
During the time when the prodigies were seeking opportunities, they were all suppressed. Some could only watch helplessly as their descendants were slaughtered by the human prodigies and used as materials to skin, extract bones, and refine souls.
This was undoubtedly a blow to their spirit and will. So after the suppressing power disappeared, these ancient alien races suddenly went berserk and vented their anger. Divine light filled the air, demonic light flashed, and blood light rose.
But all of this was useless. It only highlighted their incompetence and changed nothing. They were just a bunch of caged beasts, and even the strong among them would only be harvested by the powerful humans.
"Humans, I will never let you get away with this!"
"Netherworld Path! Don't let me find a chance to escape, or I will surely massacre your entire sect!"
"We have already clung to life in such a desperate state, and yet the human race still treats us like this!"
Resentment, anger, curses... but all of this was useless. Even the human cultivators who had witnessed the resentment of those alien powerhouses did not care. They simply greeted the outstanding juniors of their families and sects with joy and praised them.
"My precious son, let Uncle take a look at him quickly! He's grown so much in the year I haven't seen him!"
"My Wang family's young tiger has indeed inherited his father's style!"
Many cultivators were leading the prodigies of their respective families or forces, and words of praise and commendation rose and fell. Among them, the most illustrious and dazzling young man stood respectfully in front of a young man in white, bowing respectfully as a disciple.
"Disciple Feng Bingwen greets Master!"
Seeing this once again the brilliant cultivator who had taught him and guided him on the path of cultivation, Feng Bingwen would be lying if he said he wasn't excited.
This was the teacher Tian Shu had chosen for him after he made a wish. His background and talent were both top-notch and impeccable. The only drawback was that Tian Shu only recognized him as a disciple in name only.
Well, it does match the merit he expended when making a wish to the Heavenly Book. There's nothing we can do about it, after all, he really wasn't good enough for his master back then.
"It's been years since we last met. I never expected that we would meet here. You have truly exceeded my expectations!"
Zhao Junxian stepped forward and helped Feng Bingwen up. He was still dressed in white, just as he had come, with an ethereal and otherworldly appearance, like a banished immortal descending to earth.
However, at this moment, this banished immortal also had a bit more of a human touch. He looked Feng Bingwen up and down with great excitement, his eyes shining as if he had seen a piece of unpolished jade.
He didn't know what Feng Bingwen had gone through all these years, but it didn't matter. He had already witnessed Feng Bingwen's performance, defeating Dao disciples trained by two major Dao sects that were on par with his own Taishang Dao. Such an achievement was extremely remarkable even within the Taishang Dao.
"It's all thanks to the teacher's guidance back then!"
Feng Bingwen was truly grateful. Although it was because of the Heavenly Book, the teacher had really done his best to guide him back then. Even when he was tormented to the point of ecstasy, the teacher did not leave prematurely.
"Although I taught you back then, I never imagined that you would reach this point in less than ten years. It seems that you have truly had extraordinary opportunities in the past few years. My judgment back then was indeed correct."
Zhao Junxian's joy was written all over his face. Who wouldn't be happy to have such a disciple?
"I did have some unique experiences."
Feng Bingwen wasn't afraid. All his opportunities over the years were traceable, but some of them were beyond the reach of ordinary people.
"Alright, come, greet these elders with me!"
Zhao Junxian didn't ask Feng Bingwen what kind of opportunity he had obtained. He really had no interest in these things. What opportunity could compare to having a celestial being as his father?
"yes."
Feng Bingwen obediently followed his master to pay respects to the many powerful figures present.
Although it was called a formal visit, in reality, everyone introduced by Zhao Junxian was extremely polite. No one dared to be presumptuous in front of him. In fact, their politeness made Feng Bingwen feel somewhat uncomfortable, as if he were some kind of arrogant young master who was not to be trifled with.
"Um?"
Feng Bingwen, who was socializing with someone, suddenly perked up. Deep in his consciousness, the Heavenly Book, which had been radiating countless rays of light, stretched out one side, covered by a hazy golden light. When Feng Bingwen's consciousness focused on this moment, the Heavenly Book turned a page, revealing an extremely amazing scene.
The First Clan
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