The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal

Qiao Jiaxi's voice spread throughout the Misty Sect.

"What happened?"

"Could it be that the Destiny Empress has had a sudden breakthrough and her ranking has continued to rise?"

"If that's really the case, it would be dangerous!"

"I don't know, let's go take a look."

Hundreds of Cultivators gathered in front of the Power Stele, looked up, and followed the direction of Qiao Jiaxi's pointing finger.

In the next moment, everyone's pupils shrank.

[1003rd place: Ye Feng - Shenzhou Misty Sect]

"The Sect Leader's ranking has risen by so much?"

"Just a few months ago, the Sect Leader was still ranked in the three thousands!"

"What's going on?"

"Could it be that after being banished, he stumbled upon some opportunity that caused his strength to skyrocket?"

Everyone looked towards Qiao Jiaxi.

"Jia Xi, what's going on?"

"Did the Sect Leader's ranking just rise?"

Elder Gong Qingqiu and Mad Drunkard, among others, asked.

Qiao Jiaxi scratched his head and hurriedly explained:

"I don't know when the Sect Leader rose to the 1003rd rank."

"I came here because I just broke through to the Ancestor of Battle level and wanted to try if I could make it to the list myself."

"Out of curiosity, I checked the Sect Leader's ranking and discovered that his position had risen so much."

"As for when it went up, even I am not clear. Does anyone else know?"

Qiao Jiaxi looked around curiously.

On hearing this, everyone exchanged glances.

Elder Gong Qingqiu admitted that she missed Ye Feng.

However, she wasn't so idle as to check Ye Feng's ranking at the Power Stele every day.

It was the same for others.

As time went by, no one paid attention to Ye Feng's ranking anymore.

Until today.

Everyone now knew that Ye Feng had somehow jumped to the 1003rd rank.

"Regardless, the Sect Leader's ranking rise means he is alive and well, we need to keep hope!"

Elder Gong Qingqiu declared loudly.

Upon hearing this, all the disciples clenched their fists, seeing a renewed hope in Ye Feng's return.

"This is bad, really bad!"

Third Generation Disciple Han Yonghui, riding a Flying Sword, swooped through the sky and landed in front of the Power Stele, his face full of panic.

He had just broken through to the Fifth Layer of the Divine Origin Realm.

In the younger generation, his cultivation level was considered remarkable.

But at this moment, Han Yonghui's demeanor was frantic, as if he had encountered a great danger.

"It's the chief of the Third Generation, Han Yonghui."

"What happened?"

Everyone looked at Han Yonghui, their expressions gradually changing, showing confusion, concern, and seriousness.

"Ancient Races have massively emerged and clashed with the local forces of Shenzhou, causing heavy losses!"

Han Yonghui hurriedly shouted.

At Misty Sect, not only Mo Ying and Huo Yunjie went out to experience and scout the sealed sites of the Ancient Races, but occasionally disciples like Han Yonghui, Long Tianxing, Qiao Jiaxi and Shi Lei would also go out.

Recently, Han Yonghui happened to be out.

"What exactly happened?"

Elder Gong Qingqiu came over, her clothes fluttering, resembling an unparalleled fairy.

Now, she was no longer the weak woman with only the Fourth Layer of the Element Gathering Realm when she first met Ye Feng, but a strong woman with the Seventh Layer of the Void Break.

Just a few more steps and she would be a Heavenly Emperor!

Now, Elder Gong Qingqiu already had some of the demeanor of an Empress.

As soon as she spoke, she immediately became the focus of the scene.

Han Yonghui didn't dare to delay, he pulled out a map, and pointed to an ancient city a billion miles away from the Misty Sect.

"This place is called Tiandu City, an ancient city with a long history, a peak Four Star Level power, the strongest being an old man at the Heavenly Emperor Level."

"Outside Tiandu City, an Ancient Tribe has just emerged."

"A massive conflict erupted between the two sides immediately, I couldn't persuade them to stop, so I had to return immediately to report."

"Not only here, but similar incidents have also occurred elsewhere. It seems that all the seals were broken overnight, leading to the emergence of a large number of ancient races."

Han Yonghui solemnly explained the whole sequence of events.

"Hurry, follow me to Tiandu City!"

Gong Qingqiu stepped forward, gripping a short flute in her hand.

This object was originally a Sacred Arms, crafted by Miaoyin Ancient Saint of Tianmiao Holy Land and given to Yin Rurong to use. Later, however, it was seized by Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

Several months ago, Star River Quasi-Saint had defied the heavens to become a Saint, turning into Star River Saint and returning to the Nine Cities Star Cloud with the Ancient Sacred True Dragon.

Afterward, the two of them fully refined the Sacred Arms Short Flute.

Now, this object had been personally handed over to Gong Qingqiu by the Ancient Sacred True Dragon. Under her control, it could unleash thirty percent of its power, enough to suppress a Four-Turn Quasi-Saint.

"Woo woo!"

Gong Qingqiu blew the short flute, emitting a piercing sound that tore through the void, transporting the group billions of miles, and they descended upon Tiandu City.

On the ground,

visible to the naked eye, a super-large canyon comparable to the Wild Desolate Great Canyon appeared outside Tiandu City.

Below the canyon lay numerous ancient castles.

Some robust men, clad in golden armor and wielding huge axes, were roaring as they rushed out of the canyon, engaging in a terrifying battle with the cultivators of Tiandu City.

"Human Race, die!"

A Heavenly Emperor Level giant leapt into the sky, his hands wielding a gigantic axe, chopping down towards Tiandu City thousands of miles away.

If this strike hit, the supercity, spanning nearly a thousand miles, would be destroyed in an instant.

"Golden Armored Giant, die!"

Inside Tiandu City.

A middle-aged beautiful woman in a purple dress soared into the sky, each of her hands holding a brown steel fork, bursting with the aura of a Heavenly Emperor Level.

The two brown steel forks crossed and blocked, holding up against the giant's axe.

The fierce battle continued, with no clear winner.

On the ground.

More and more Golden Armored Giants emerged, engaging in a fierce battle with the cultivators of Tiandu City.

"Stop!"

A stern female voice came from the sky, imbued with immense Saint Might, instantly subduing everyone present.

"It's Elder Gong Qingqiu from Misty Sect!"

"And Mad Drunkard is here too, he actually came."

"Stop fighting immediately!"

Tiandu City's side quickly retracted their Spiritual Artifacts and Spiritual Treasures.

The Golden Armored Giant Clan, however, was unconvinced, showing their teeth and claws, attempting to attack Gong Qingqiu and others in the sky.

"Dare to strike at us, die!"

Gong Qingqiu swept her gaze around, waved her large sleeve, and the Sacred Arms Short Flute emitted blade-like sound waves.

Boom!

In an instant, the several hundred attacking Golden Armored Giants were blown into dust.

"The Sect Leader has said, the bloodline of the ancient races must continue, but that doesn't mean they cannot be killed."

"Dare to strike at us, die!"

Gong Qingqiu's voice was ice-cold.

A race, with more than a hundred thousand people, can continue without any pressure.

And in this canyon, the Golden Armored Giants numbered over a million, forming a massive clan. Eliminating some of the arrogant fools to frighten them posed no issue.

"Stop, everyone stop!"

That Heavenly Emperor of Golden Armored Giants quickly waved his huge axe, trying to stop some of his people who were about to court death.

"Who are you?"

The Golden Armored Giant Heavenly Emperor looked towards Gong Qingqiu and asked in a deep voice.

Gong Qingqiu, wielding the Sacred Arms Short Flute, declared loudly:

"I am Elder Gong Qingqiu of Misty Sect."

"The Sect Master has ordered that should the ancient races emerge, they shall not engage in conflicts with Shenzhou's local forces. If Shenzhou's local forces strike at the ancient races, we of Misty Sect will not tolerate it. Severe punishment will be meted out!"

These words, amplified by the Sacred Arms Short Flute.

Three breaths later,

The entire Shenzhou Continent heard Gong Qingqiu's voice, laden with powerful Saint Might.

Certain leaders among the ancient races, currently engaging in conflicts with Shenzhou's local forces, feeling that terrifying Saint Might, all fell silent and immediately halted the battles.

Her words quickly restored peace to Shenzhou.

In Tianmiao Holy Land,

"Curse that wench Gong Qingqiu, she actually managed to refine the Sacred Arms Short Flute, she truly deserves to die!"

Yin Rurong, sensing the external activities, flew into a rage.