CHAPTER 528: CHAPTER 307: A FORMIDABLE ENEMY FROM THE WEST

Someone shook their head and said, "Who they are is naturally very important. These are not ordinary hunters in the night fog; they should be our old adversaries, ancient rivals with whom we’ve ’crossed paths’ more than once."

Suddenly, many people were shaken, pondering if this was a formidable opponent with a storied past.

Immediately, someone asked, "What is their origin, and did they have historical conflicts or battles with us?"

Someone nodded and said, "It’s not just conflicts; there were intense bloody battles. A thousand years ago was the first, four hundred and fifty years ago was the second, and this is the third encounter. They have come for revenge!"

"What?" The younger generation was shocked.

The elder figures understood instantly, knowing the background of the opponent.

Soon after, the young and middle-aged also realized, as they had heard about it from their elders and now speculated who it was.

"The powerful hunting tribe from the north!"

A thousand years ago, after the northern hunting civilization flourished and grew powerful, they moved directly south, trampling the barely unified Wu Country, leading to chaos and bloodshed across the land.

The Ancestor Masters of the Outer World, Newborn Road, and Esoteric Buddhism naturally emerged to join forces with the Wu Dynasty against this exceptionally powerful foe.

Many Ancestor Masters died in this battle, but the adversary suffered even more, nearly being wiped out and pursued to the Extreme North Cold Land.

The Immortal Road, Esoteric Buddhism, Newborn Road, and Wu Dynasty had this Great Exploration as a last resort, chasing them for countless miles, significantly expanding their domain.

Lu Zizai once told Qin Ming that most historical explorations were forced, as the Ancestor Masters, sensing crises, hoped to fend off enemies beyond their borders. All these actions were based on foresight.

Five hundred years ago, the Wu Dynasty collapsed, and that powerful hunting civilization gradually regained its vitality, meticulously preparing for decades, allied with the Two-headed Wolfman Clan and Giant Clan from the Far North for bloody revenge.

Four hundred fifty years ago, they moved south again.

However, this time they were discovered and intercepted before entering the interior.

Because the Outer World, Newborn Road, and Esoteric Buddhism were at their peak strength, even with the Two-headed Wolfman Clan and Giant Clan joining them, they were still pierced through and defeated.

In this battle, the hunting civilization was almost entirely destroyed; only small groups of strong individuals fled westward and disappeared for over four hundred years.

Someone sighed, "This hunting tribe’s mobility is too strong; almost everyone has a High level Exotic Bird or Flying Spirit Beast as a companion. Otherwise, the Ancestor Masters would have settled the situation in one battle, leaving no chance for their third appearance."

"The battle four hundred fifty years ago, although it led to another passive exploration, had a significant impact on us." Someone sighed.

At this moment, many people were somewhat silent.

After the exploration and battle heading north, besides the death of some Ancestor Masters, many were injured. It was then that enemies from the west also invaded—a very powerful Demon Monster Civilization.

The Ancestor Masters quickly moved west, ultimately engaging in a most tragic battle with the invaders despite their injuries.

In that battle, almost all of the oldest Ancestor Masters perished.

"Do you know why the land of Shenshang Plain is so rich in resources and has a dark red color? It’s not just because of the blood of god like creatures; a group of Old Ancestor Master’s blood was also shed there!"

That westward exploration was a pyrrhic victory, but it swept the enemy outside the borders, preventing their homeland from being drenched in blood.

Thankfully, after that battle, many surviving prodigies became successful, and some became new Ancestor Masters after breaking through.

"What a pity!" When thinking of the Ancestor Masters, everyone present had red eyes. This time, before the Ancestor Masters could even face the incoming true enemies, they had already been plotted against.

Many of these Ancestor Masters were still young four hundred fifty years ago, not yet at the Sixth Realm. They had survived the northern and western Great Explorations and multiple bloody battles, only to wither away and perish prematurely today.

When thinking of these things, everyone felt a piercing pain in their hearts.

In the night sky, on the overwhelming mounts, those figures were filled with murderous intent, just waiting for a command from a Grandmaster Level figure to begin slaughter.

In the rear, on their massive warships, a Grandmaster Level figure remained still, gazing at the Immortal Tombs, fixating on the broken armor, remains, and bloodstains.

"Where is the present Buddha? No, calculating by time, it should be the Past Tathagata. We have returned now; are you still in the world?"

In the sky, the grand voice of a Grandmaster from the hunting civilization finally resonated, shattering the dark clouds above the sky and causing many on the ground to have their blood boil, faces turning pale, nearly collapsing.

"Helian Chengyun, can you still shoot an arrow? Come out and settle this with three arrows!" Another Old Ancestor Master from the hunting civilization roared in the night sky, a Two-headed Wolf in human form, shaking the entire desert.

Next, a terrifying giant appeared, bellowing, "Fangwai’s self-assumed Heavenly Immortal talent, Leng Mingkong, can you still fight? Today I come to avenge my mentor!"

His voice shook heaven and earth, his form as tall as a mountain.

"The Esoteric Buddhism’s old monster who disdains becoming a god, and that brat who dreamt of piercing through Kunleng, and the past Six Imperial, all of you come here to face me!"

An old man wearing a golden mask, his eyes deep brown, stood in mid-air. His white hair danced continuously, twisting the night sky.

And his roaring voice made the sand waves in the desert crash into the high heavens, an exceptionally terrifying sight. This was an old-guard Grandmaster Level figure from years past.

And behind them stood one terrifying figure after another, all in the Sixth Realm.

Apparently, four hundred fifty years ago, after they fled westward, some more formidable races and strong individuals merged with them.

Xiang Yiwu’s eyes turned red, his face incredibly sorrowful, trembling, "Ancestor Masters, the defeated foes of your past have returned, clamoring to kill us, trampling on our grand rivers and mountains. Where is your soul? Can you see this scene?"

"Ancestor Masters!" Many whispered sadly, longing for the Ancestor Masters’ return to strike these old foes once more.

Someone spoke, "Don’t be afraid. Without the Ancestor Masters, there is still you. Each generation produces its own great talents, each leading their time for centuries."

"What you said... hmm?!" Just as Xiang Yiwu was about to say something, he froze, looking at a wide figure shrouded in white mist nearby, then at the figure sitting before the Immortal Tomb, bleeding from seven orifices, the present Buddha. He felt he couldn’t believe his eyes.

The figure in the white mist in front of him and the seated Ancestor Master seemed so similar in stature?

Xiang Yiwu turned his head back and forth, comparing the two, and was shocked, almost unable to control himself, wanting to wave away the white mist on the person beside him for a clearer look.

At this time, similar scenes occurred in the crowd. Many people sensed something was amiss.

Because just now, people had been telling stories about four hundred fifty years ago and the explorations, answering related questions, even pointing out the identities of certain old figures in the night sky. It truly was peculiar!

"An...cestor Master?"

In an instant, some people were moved to tears, unable to believe their eyes.

"The Past Tathagata has passed, where is the present Buddha? The old monster of Esoteric Buddhism, the Immortal Road’s Leng Mingkong, Helian Chengyun, can you old men still fight? Are you still in this world?"

In the night sky, an old monster of a mysterious race with golden hair and beard, like a majestic lion, shouted, his voice shaking the heavens and earth.

"Still here!" At this moment, in front of the Immortal Tomb, someone responded!