Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension

At this moment, Zhao Sheng's gaze flickered slightly, feeling uncertain whether or not to inform the other party about the cross-border transmission array.

The Shi Yao Ancestor seemed to sense his hesitation and thus said, "Young friend, take your time to think. This old man has waited a thousand years and is not in a rush. Whenever you have made up your mind, you can tell this old man. Even if it takes decades or a century, this old man can wait."

A Divinity Transformation True Monarch was unexpectedly lowering his stance so much, which made Zhao Sheng quite surprised.

Seeing this situation, his thoughts raced, and he tentatively asked, "If senior can wait a few more decades. As long as I have finished handling matters, I will definitely inform senior of the truth. I believe I will not disappoint senior!"

"Haha, with such words from you, young friend, how can this old man not wait for a mere few decades? In that case, it's settled then!"

As a Great Grandmaster in the art of divination and fate, the Shi Yao Ancestor absolutely believed in the philosophies of the Five Transits, Five Virtues, and Five Tribulations, therefore, unless absolutely necessary, was generally unwilling to offend someone like Zhao Sheng, who clearly possessed great Qi Fortune and Cause and Effect.

"Good, it's settled!" Zhao Sheng nodded affirmatively.

Half a month later, a dark disc-shaped boat rushed from the depths of the void, slowly squeezing through the boundary membrane like a meteor, swiftly plummeting into the atmospheric gang layer, below which lay a vast and enormous continent.

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During the daytime season, on the seventh of March, dual suns hung high in a cloudless sky for miles around.

On this day, the towering majestic Yellow Heaven Peak was bustling with noise, dense crowds of pilgrims and followers queued from the summit to far down the mountain's base, appearing like a massive black dragon clambering up Yellow Heaven Peak from afar.

Approaching noon, the sunlight became increasingly searing, and temperatures soared. Accompanied by the imposing solemn chanting of scriptures, thick incense smoke billowed and spread throughout the mountain temples, with relentless waves of rising hot air lifting the smoky yellow clouds high into the sky, taking away countless prayers and wishes of the faithful.

It was the grand worship day that occurred once every seven days. From early morning, the Yellow Heaven Sect members at the front gate had been bustling tirelessly, endeavoring to welcome the fervent faithful arriving from all directions.

In recent decades, although the Yellow Heaven Sect had evolved into the foremost major force among the Human Clan, with clouds of cultivators and experts everywhere within the sect, it still hadn't changed the many "bad habits" established in the early days.

The grand worship day every seven days was one such custom. Each time the mountain gates were wide open, the lower sect members all found it unbearably exhausting, working themselves to the bone.

Of course, the grumbling and discontent of the lower sect members did not reach the ears of the upper echelon at all.

Since ancient times, the joys and sorrows between people have never been connected.

As the Yellow Sky Sect Master, Dao Zhan was always at an ethereal height, akin to an immortal or deity standing among the clouds, overlooking the vast multitude, yet indifferent to the joys and sorrows of the masses.

At this moment, in the Yellow Heaven Hall at the back of the mountain, the Yellow Sky Sect Master, wearing a luxurious ceremonial robe, sat on the magic platform, looking indifferently at the people kneeling and bowing below.

Incessant voices of extreme flattery kept reaching Dao Zhan's ears, yet they only made him feel increasingly agitated and annoyed.

"Hmm!" Dao Zhan grew more impatient as he listened, and couldn't help but let out a cold snort.

In an instant, silence enveloped the hall!

Dao Zhan looked at the trembling main priest elders below with annoyance, yet couldn't help but feel a sense of complacency.

Having held supreme power for nearly two hundred years, the entire sect, both within and outside, had been forged into an iron-tight vessel by him. Any dissenting forces had long been wiped out, and all who were dissatisfied or rebellious were completely eliminated.

However, there was still one significant concern that left Dao Zhan feeling like a bone was stuck in his throat, a thorn in his back, and as if he was sitting on pins and needles!

In the recent days, he failed once again in refining the Han Mountain Wild Rhinoceros.

Feeling the exceptionally strong divine thought imprint within the Desert Rhinoceros, Dao Zhan became extremely agitated, unable to suppress his anger.

"Get out!" Dao Zhan, struggling to contain his anger, shouted irritably at the people below.

"Yes!" The Golden Core Main Priests felt as if they were granted amnesty, and after respectfully performing grand salutes, transformed into streaks of flowing light, swiftly flying out of the hall.

Humph!

Witnessing this scene, Dao Zhan's gaze turned cold and sharp, and he couldn't help letting out another cold snort.

In the next instant, a grand burst of blinding flames erupted from the magic platform, and as the blaze flashed and vanished, Dao Zhan's figure was no longer within the hall.

Black King Cave was dark and deep, with dense Spiritual Energy faintly converging into clouds, encircling the nine-layered platform at the center. At this moment, a scale-armored giant beast as large as a mountain lay quietly atop the platform, seeming to be in slumber.

At this moment, a burst of fire rushed urgently from the cave entrance, swiftly crossing a thousand zhang of void, landing atop the platform, with flames leaping skyward.

Suddenly, the flames dispersed.

Dao Zhan stepped on the fiery waves, walking with a dragon's gait and a tiger's stride to the Han Mountain Wild Rhinoceros, gazing at this enormous creature.

After watching for a while, he suddenly formed a seal with both hands, mystic light flickering between his fingers, intending to once again attempt to refine this beast.

At this moment, Dao Zhan's body suddenly stiffened, and the mystic light between his fingers faded.

Tap tap tap!

Just then, a series of clear footsteps suddenly came from below the platform; someone was ascending the steps.

Dao Zhan's expression froze, and he slowly turned around, just in time to see the nightmare buried deep in his heart walking step by step onto the platform.

Zhao Sheng walked unhurriedly to within a zhang's distance, with a seemingly smiling expression watching the man, yet he said nothing.

Pressure!

An unimaginable pressure suddenly surged into Dao Zhan's heart.

Despite imagining countless times over the years the scene of their reunion, and contemplating countless ways to eliminate the nightmare in his heart.

However, when that person truly stood before him, all that remained within Dao Zhan's heart was fear, and the once-ambitious aspirations and resistance were completely cast aside.