CHAPTER 321: CHAPTER 317: THE AWAKENING OF THE OLD MONSTER_1

Shen Youlin’s name is not here. Could it really be that he has...

Standing at the gate of the Sacred Land, the Kylin Great Emperor looked at the ’Immortal List,’ his eyes red and filled with pain. Given Shen Youlin’s pinnacle Saint-level cultivation, he should certainly have been able to enter the Immortal List. But now, not seeing his name could only mean one thing—Shen Youlin was no more!

For a moment, the Kylin Great Emperor’s heart felt empty. Even his last lingering hope disappeared, leaving nothing but endless resentment.

"Sovereign, Old Ancestor Tianqilin wishes to see you!" an Inner Sect Disciple announced, stepping out from a spatial passageway and bowing respectfully.

As soon as the Kylin Great Emperor had arrived at the sect’s gate, Old Ancestor Tianqilin, who was stationed in the Sacred Land, had already sensed his presence and promptly dispatched the disciple to summon him.

"This sovereign understands!"

The Kylin Great Emperor nodded and indifferently walked into the Kylin mustard-seed world, arriving outside a beautiful, serene, and quaint courtyard.

"How did it go? Did you manage to save Youlin?" Old Ancestor Tianqilin asked anxiously, standing in the courtyard. He, too, was deeply concerned about the future of the Sacred Land.

"No!"

The Kylin Great Emperor shook his head, suddenly fell to his knees, and said with a murderous aura, "Old Ancestor, this disciple wishes to wage war against the Qin Dynasty to avenge my son and the Fire Kirin Emperor!"

The dense killing intent emanating from him was so strong that the water in the courtyard pond froze solid.

"Agreed!"

Old Ancestor Tianqilin consented, a dense killing intent also flashing in his eyes. However, his tone shifted, and he added gravely, "But not right now. In five more days, the Spiritual Energy Tide will arrive. At that time, the slumbering Old Ancestors will awaken. It would not be wise to muster troops at this crucial juncture."

"After the Spiritual Energy Tide ends, I will report to the other Old Ancestors and propose that we annihilate the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty!"

He, too, was itching to eradicate the Ancient Court of the Qin Dynasty, which had inflicted such significant losses upon the Kylin Sacred Land.

"I will heed your counsel, Old Ancestor!"

The Kylin Great Emperor pondered for a moment. Between personal vengeance and the greater good of the sect, he decisively chose the sect. Besides, it only meant waiting a little longer.

"Good! Follow this old one!"

Old Ancestor Tianqilin heaved a sigh of relief. He had truly worried that the Kylin Great Emperor might stubbornly insist on attacking the Divine Court of the Qin Dynasty at this particular time. If that had happened, he would not have been able to stop him. After all, the Kylin Great Emperor was the Sovereign, wielding the sect’s highest authority and capable of mobilizing hundreds of millions of disciples.

The Kylin Great Emperor promptly followed, his steps firm and powerful, once again exuding the authority of the Sovereign.

The two flew towards the forbidden grounds at the back of the mountain, arriving before a colossal mountain, ten thousand zhang high. Its steep stone cliffs were barren, without a single blade of grass, appearing utterly desolate. Powerful Formations were arrayed around the mountain, preventing unauthorized entry.

"Heaven and Earth, Qian and Kun, with the Kylin as the guide—Open!"

The Kylin Great Emperor formed hand seals, his fingers glowing with red light, coalescing a profound rune in the Void. Old Ancestor Tianqilin stepped forward, cupped the rune in his palm, and placed it into a groove on the mountainside.

BOOM!

Suddenly, the mountain shuddered. A supreme force split the ten-thousand-zhang desolate mountain in two, the halves sliding to either side, revealing a quaint Stone Palace. Its large vermilion gate was flanked by stone lion statues.

Hall of Ten Thousand Ancestors!

This was the name of the Stone Palace, where the slumbering ancestors of the Kylin Sacred Land from all past generations resided.

"Open!"

The Kylin Great Emperor pushed open the vermilion door and stepped inside the Stone Palace.

What first met his eyes was a green gemstone, around which swirled a dense life force. It emitted beams of light that fell upon sarcophagi arranged to the sides—a total of thirty-eight of them.

Inside each sarcophagus lay a slumbering powerhouse. Their bodies were somewhat shriveled, almost skeletal, yet they exuded an unmistakable, formidable pressure. The sarcophagi decreased in size from the center towards the outer edges.

"Aren’t there too many sarcophagi? As far as I remember, our Sacred Land didn’t have this many Emperor-realm ancestors, did it?" the Kylin Great Emperor asked doubtfully, looking at the numerous caskets.

"Sovereign, only five of these sarcophagi house Emperor-realm Old Ancestors. The one in the very center is an Old Ancestor from the Fourth Era, possessing the cultivation of a Ten-thousand-year Emperor. The four sarcophagi flanking it contain Old Ancestors from the Fifth Era who, like myself, possess the cultivation of Great Emperors of old!"

At this point, Old Ancestor Tianqilin said with pride, "As for the remaining sarcophagi, they all contain pinnacle Semi-Emperor Martial Artists from the Sixth and Seventh Eras!"

"Back in the Sixth Era, there was an astrologer on the continent known as ’Madman.’ He predicted a great world change and the arrival of celestial fate."

"No one on the continent believed him back then, but this ancestor remained cautious and sealed the pinnacle Semi-Emperor Martial Artists from the Sixth and Seventh Eras!"

"Unexpectedly, in this Ninth Era, the celestial fate has truly descended, bringing with it the Spiritual Energy Tide!"

"If all goes well, our Kylin Sacred Land will possess more than thirty Emperor-realm Martial Artists..."

Old Ancestor Tianqilin explained, brimming with excitement. If they possessed more than thirty Emperor-realm Martial Artists, the Kylin Sacred Land’s strength would soar, making it one of the most powerful sacred lands!

"Old Ancestor, you are truly sagacious!"

Upon hearing this, the Kylin Great Emperor was also filled with shock. It was no exaggeration to say that Old Ancestor Tianqilin’s decision would greatly enhance the Kylin Sacred Land’s foundation, bridging the gap of several eras.

"Time is of the essence. Let’s awaken the Old Ancestors first!"

Old Ancestor Tianqilin waved his hand. His right hand shot out a beam of light that landed on the green gemstone, sealing its power.

BUZZ...

Deprived of the gemstone’s energy, the slumbering Old Ancestors’ bodies trembled. They slowly opened their eyes, which revealed an aura of ancient vicissitude, age, and profound depth. Perhaps because they had slept for too long, their eyes held a trace of confusion. After a moment, one asked in a hoarse voice, "Which era is this? Why have you awakened this ancestor?"

"Reporting to Old Ancestor, this is now the Ninth Era. The celestial fate is about to descend, and we are currently experiencing the first wave of the Spiritual Energy Tide," Old Ancestor Tianqilin replied with a respectful bow.

"Nine is the ultimate number. No wonder the celestial fate is descending! This ancestor has finally awaited the opportunity to break through to become a Ten-thousand-year Emperor!"

After a brief silence, an excited voice emanated from the centermost sarcophagus, and a vast, boundless pressure spread outwards. Under this pressure, even the Kylin Great Emperor felt an overwhelming urge to kneel and kowtow.

BANG!

The sarcophagus lid burst open. A withered figure stood up, spreading its arms as if to welcome the new era.

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Almost simultaneously, the masters of all the major sacred lands also journeyed to their respective forbidden grounds to awaken their slumbering Old Ancestors.

Wave after wave of monstrous auras permeated the skies above the continent. Countless old monsters, long vanished, reappeared in people’s sight. Though ancient, the power they emanated could still stir the tides of this era.

"Old friends, are you still around?"

A bold, heroic voice was the first to ring out from the South Territory, resonating throughout the entire Primeval Continent. However, only Emperor-realm Martial Artists could hear this voice.

"If even you are not dead, how could this old man possibly depart first?"

Following this, a voice filled with the vicissitudes of age echoed from a valley somewhere in the North Territory.

"The ancient chessboard is about to be set. How do you old fellows plan to play this match?"

"Haha! Of course, we shall use heaven and earth as the board, the stars as the pieces, and celestial fate to determine the victor! How exciting just to think about it! It was not in vain that this old man sealed himself for several eras..."