Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

The woman in the red dress, Lin Jiufeng, was known to be one of the Ten Great Kings five thousand years ago, living in the Jiangnan region. Dressed in red, she remained aloof from the world, leaving no sect, no disciples, and only a few fragments of her story in ancient rumors.

Her origins were unknown, and no one knew her master or where she came from. She appeared like a meteor, streaking across the sky, suddenly emerging in the mortal world five thousand years ago. After a brief period of glory, she vanished from the world and went to the Dimensional Battlefield.

However, when Lin Jiufeng searched through the records at the Holy Angel City, she found no mention of the woman in red at all. After entering the Dimensional Battlefield, the red-dressed woman disappeared completely, never to be heard of again.

So when she heard the name of the woman in red from the Painted Skin Scholar, Lin Jiufeng was naturally shocked.

"She went to participate in the Great Battle of the Hundred Clans three thousand years ago, but what happened afterward?" Lin Jiufeng asked curiously.

The Painted Skin Scholar fell silent.

Sword God Emperor Liu sighed. "After that battle, she never came out."

Lin Jiufeng was stunned. Does this mean the woman in red died on the battlefield of the Hundred Clans three thousand years ago?

"What realm was the woman in red at that time?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Eighteen Forbidden!" the Painted Skin Scholar replied.

The woman in red had reached the Eighteen Forbidden realm three thousand years ago. This meant that it had taken her two thousand years to ascend from the Eleven Forbidden realm to the Eighteen Forbidden, facing the Firestorm Calamity.

"Wait a minute, isn't the Eighteen Forbidden realm a time for quiet cultivation?" Lin Jiufeng suddenly thought of something.

The Eighteen Forbidden Firestorm Calamity was not about improving power or lifespan; it was a tribulation that the cultivator had to face. Once one reached this realm, heavenly fire and earthly fire would fall, burning the body and scorching the soul day and night, as if one had entered hell. Only by enduring this torment for three hundred sixty-five days could one pass the Firestorm Calamity and achieve true perfection in both body and soul.

The woman in red had been in this state and still chose to represent humanity in the Hundred Clans Battle?

Wasn't that a suicide mission?

Lin Jiufeng looked at the Painted Skin Scholar in confusion.

The Painted Skin Scholar sighed. "At that time, we all tried to persuade her not to join the battle, but she was determined. No one could stop her."

Lin Jiufeng furrowed her brows. Was this a case of knowingly walking into danger?

"That battle of the Hundred Clans was critical for humanity. When the final score was tallied, humanity was missing five hundred points and couldn't become one of the Hundred Clans. The ancient city was about to fall. In the nick of time, the woman in red sent a thread of her spirit back with a thousand points, filling the gap. Then, her spirit body disintegrated, and everyone thought she had died. She hasn't been heard of in three thousand years, but the Painted Skin Scholar doesn't believe it," Sword God Emperor Liu explained.

Lin Jiufeng looked at the Painted Skin Scholar.

"A hundred years ago, I was at the peak of Mortal Immortality. There were many opportunities for breakthroughs, but I suppressed them all, waiting for the Hundred Clans Battle. No matter what, I have to go in and find her," the Painted Skin Scholar said, his expression firm. "I don't believe she's gone."

Lin Jiufeng raised an eyebrow and looked at Sword God Emperor Liu, silently asking for confirmation. He seemed to understand that there was something between the Painted Skin Scholar and the woman in red.

Sword God Emperor Liu didn't answer but nodded in acknowledgment.

"Fortunately, there's only one month left. After a month, the Hundred Clans Battle will start, and we can enter the ancient battlefield and search for the woman in red," Lin Jiufeng said.

"Rest well for this month. I need to handle the matters of humanity. Sword God Emperor Liu, you need to adapt to your current path and power. I feel that once you do, your strength will improve further," the Painted Skin Scholar added as he stood up, addressing Lin Jiufeng and Sword God Emperor Liu.

Sword God Emperor Liu nodded. "I need to adapt. I won't show myself for now."

Lin Jiufeng watched the two leave, and the elegant and beautiful courtyard was left with only herself.

She sat cross-legged and began sorting through the gains from this battle.

The first thing she clarified was her combat power.

Due to her previous rapid breakthroughs, her combat power had been raised exponentially. Her level of life had ascended, and Lin Jiufeng was unsure of her upper limit. After this battle, she finally understood her own limits.

She was at the peak of Seventeen Forbidden!

Her current combat power was on par with the peak of Seventeen Forbidden, which was why she could easily defeat the ancient royal family's Aohan, who was at the late stage of Seventeen Forbidden.

It was also because the peak Seventeen Forbidden experts were focused on preparing for the Eighteen Forbidden Firestorm Calamity that there had been no Seventeen Forbidden peak in the alliance of the thirteen clans.

The strongest beings were those at the level of Mortal Immortality, followed by those in the late stage of Seventeen Forbidden. This had given Lin Jiufeng the chance to wipe out the tens of thousands of troops, saving humanity from its crisis.

"With my current combat power, I should be able to stay low in the Hundred Clans Battlefield and protect myself, as long as I avoid the Immortal Mortals who are above the Eighteen Forbidden," Lin Jiufeng thought to herself.

The Hundred Clans Battlefield was a place where time flowed differently than in the outside world—inside, one hundred years passed for every year in the outside world.

A hundredfold time difference.

This was the most enticing part for Lin Jiufeng.

When she broke through to the Fourteenth Forbidden Golden Core, she deepened her understanding of the Way of Time, expanding her tenfold understanding of time to a hundredfold.

However, her hundredfold control of time was vastly different from the Hundred Clans Battlefield's hundredfold time difference. Her time manipulation only worked in a small space. Anything beyond that, and she would lose control. Yet, in the Hundred Clans Battlefield, the time difference enveloped the entire ancient battlefield.

The Painted Skin Scholar had said that the ancient battlefield was vast, its borders unknown. Lin Jiufeng's limited understanding of time could not compare to the scale of the Hundred Clans Battle.

Thus, Lin Jiufeng planned to enter this ancient battlefield. With one hundred years of time inside, she could deepen her understanding of the Way of Time.

For her, the Hundred Clans Battlefield was a perfect place for cultivation, while also helping humanity secure its place among the Hundred Clans, preserving their ancient city and avoiding the wrath of the elders from other tribes.

It was a win-win situation.

With that, Lin Jiufeng immersed herself in secluded cultivation, expanding her control over the Way of Time and preparing for the opening of the Hundred Clans Battle.

As Lin Jiufeng entered her seclusion, news of the failure of the thirteen-clan alliance's siege on humanity spread throughout the Dimensional Battlefield, shocking everyone.

The Thirteen Clans had failed? Humanity was so powerful?

The alliance of thirteen clans was no trivial matter. It included the Divine Silkworm Clan, the Ancient Royal Family, the Stone People Clan, the Brawn Body Clan, the Witch Clan, the Ancient Tree Clan…

These clans were famous within the Hundred Clans, but now they had united to siege humanity and failed so quickly, it was almost unimaginable.

As the news spread, everyone scrambled to learn what had happened, eager to know why the Thirteen Clans had been defeated.

The Painted Skin Scholar, Sword God Emperor Liu, and Lin Jiufeng's names quickly spread throughout the Dimensional Battlefield.

Three humans had resisted the onslaught of the Thirteen Clans' tens of thousands of soldiers.

Not only that, but they had slaughtered the entire army.

The Thirteen Clans had suffered a tremendous loss.

When this news reached the Dimensional Battlefield, it caused a stir.

Tens of thousands of soldiers, a dozen Immortal Mortals, were defeated by three humans?

How could anyone believe such an absurd story?

As the rumors spread, some went to the Thirteen Clans for verification, but were met with silence.

When they arrived at humanity's ancient city, they saw countless humans collecting and burying the bodies of the Thirteen Clans' soldiers under the snow.

"These… These are the bodies of the Thirteen Clans!" the visitors exclaimed in shock, before eagerly spreading the word.

The entire world was stunned.

Those who had refused to believe the story now saw the piles of bodies as tall as mountains, and the humans diligently collecting them. They fell silent.

"Is it true?"

"Such an outrageous rumor actually turned out to be true?"

"I don't believe it. This must be a fabrication!"

"How do you explain all these tens of thousands of corpses that appeared out of nowhere?"

"It's a fake, an illusion formation!"

"Then why hasn't the Thirteen Clans come forward to explain?"

The skeptics were left speechless. They too were curious as to why the Thirteen Clans remained silent.

For a time, many ran to the Thirteen Clans, repeatedly asking for clarification.

The Thirteen Clans remained silent, offering no explanation to the Dimensional Battlefield's outcry.

But some clans couldn't hold back any longer, feeling their dignity was at stake. One of the Ancestor Kings of the Ancient Royal Family stood up and coldly declared, "In a month's time, the human participants in the Hundred Clans Battle will undoubtedly die!"

With this statement, public opinion erupted.

What everyone was focused on wasn't the threat to humanity in the Hundred Clans Battle, but the fact that this Ancestor King's words seemed to confirm that three humans had indeed defeated the Thirteen Clans' army!

The uproar intensified, and the news spread like wildfire, reaching even those who were in seclusion.

Everyone was seeking the truth, and after some digging, they finally understood what had happened.

The Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu had held back the Thirteen Clans' Immortal Mortals.

Lin Jiufeng had single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers from the Thirteen Clans.

In the end, the remaining Immortal Mortals had no choice but to retreat.

Humanity's crisis was resolved.

In just a few words, the world was shaken.

"The Painted Skin Scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu stopped the Immortal Mortals of the Thirteen Clans?"

"Painted Skin Scholar had already become famous. He is incredibly powerful and is now the leader of humanity. That's not surprising. But who is Lin Jiufeng?"

"Yeah, who is Lin Jiufeng? He single-handedly slaughtered tens of thousands of soldiers. Is this really humanity?"

"It's like killing a herd of pigs. It should have taken some time, but how did he do it so quickly?"

Lin Jiufeng had gained fame overnight!