Jhi Chen vanished into thin air. He did not tear through space, but rather it was as though all of space submitted to him, opening a path like a loyal servant welcoming the return of its master. Only a faint blur remained before everything returned to calm, as though no movement had ever occurred. At this moment, on an extremely vast grassy plain. The air there was dense and heavy, as though restrained by an invisible pressure. Klan Protos Bing was gathered in a circle. The formation circle they created formed a faint barrier, separating the outside world from the vile ritual taking place within. A thin mist hung low above the ground. The atmosphere felt rigid and suspended, like a breath held for far too long. At the center sat an exceptionally handsome young man in a cross-legged position. His eyes were closed, yet an energy vortex continuously expanded from his body. The vortex moved slowly, yet carried a pressure that squeezed the surrounding air as though crushing every partic

Bing Shen formed hand seals. Instantly, the blood within his body surged violently. A crimson aura erupted from every pore of his body. Then, blood-red hands created from his Protos bloodline captured all the dragon souls. Every dragon soul that was captured immediately melted away, their screams merging into a vortex of energy, and their power instantly fused into Bing Shen. BOOM!! Explosions of energy rang out repeatedly. The detonations shook the earth, making the heavens seem on the verge of splitting apart. Every explosion was accompanied by ripples of power that pressed against the chests of anyone watching from afar. Within half a day, Bing Shen achieved another breakthrough. From Early Stage Fourteenth Rank Supreme Tao Ancestor, he directly advanced to Middle Stage, then Peak Stage, and did not stop there. He directly broke through into Early Stage Fifteenth Rank Supreme Tao Ancestor. Every stage was accompanied by an explosion of aura, splitting the winds and causing the s

Bing Shen continued staring at Jhi Chen in complete horror. His breathing became choked, and his eyes could no longer blink. His heartbeat raced like a war hammer striking against his chest, yet it was not enough to wake him from the shock. This was the first time he had ever experienced something like this. A situation where he was suppressed by another person and felt an overwhelmingly immense power from someone else. Not merely immense, but devouring, crushing, smashing, and destroying. His body stiffened, and his feet seemed unable to touch the ground. There was no balance left within his chest. His heart beat rapidly, then chaotically, then nearly stopped. The entire foundation of Bing Shen’s confidence collapsed. Every breath he drew carried a suffocating pain that cut into him. He could still have accepted it if the other party had been an Elder of a Protos Clan, because that would mean he had been defeated by experience and age. But Jhi Chen was not an Elder. He belonged to

At this moment, only Klan Protos Shi and Chu remained in the treasure world. Jhi Chen did not know much about them. However, when he spread out his entire divine consciousness to search for the locations of those two clans, Jhi Chen discovered that Klan Shi had already been killed by Klan Chu. But that was not what surprised Jhi Chen. He recognized two members of Klan Protos Chu, they were none other than Chu Phong and Chu Chong. “How could Chu Phong and Chu Chong have joined a Protos Clan? Although they share the same surname, their backgrounds are completely different.” No one knew Chu Phong and Chu Chong better than Jhi Chen. Those two youths came from the same realm as his birthplace. In the Second Heaven, the Sun Star Realm. Chu Phong and Chu Chong originated from members of the Chu Empire. Their talents were fairly high, but still nothing compared to other geniuses. The talents of Chu Phong and Chu Chong were enhanced after both of them successfully became disciples of Jhi

The people did not dare to hesitate. In the suffocating silence, their bodies immediately moved. They pushed and crowded into the space-time vortex, unwilling to wait any longer. Not a single one dared to look back. They feared that Jin Xuanyuan would change his mind and slaughter them all without mercy. Several elders of the Wen Protos Clan looked at each other. Their gazes then shifted toward Wen Shan and Wen Xue, who were standing slightly apart. “Elder Wen Shan, Wen Xue, are we also leaving?” one of the elders asked, his voice sounding cautious. Wen Shan smiled faintly, a smile that carried a trace of mockery. He had not expected that so many Grand Elders of the Wen Protos Clan would now address him as elder. Usually, they would call his name in a condescending, even rude tone. But Wen Shan was not the type of person who held petty grudges. He merely looked at them briefly before nodding. With their current strength, it was only natural for those elders to finally submit and