Unrivaled Comprehension: From Mortal to Immortal King

Over twenty Immortal Saints of the mortal realm were glaring with intent, yet they were blocked by an ancient scroll.

The scroll erupted with a light so brilliant it covered the sacred ancestral land of the Celestial Angel Tribe, drawing the attention of countless beings. Eyes from all directions turned towards the confrontation between the two groups.

A melodious voice echoed from deep within the Celestial Angel Tribe's ancestral land: "Everyone, the Battle of the Hundred Tribes is about to begin. Any grievances can be resolved in the ancient battlefield. There is no need to quarrel in the ancestral grounds of my tribe."

Upon hearing these words, the masked scholar immediately retracted the celestial artifact, the ancient scroll, suppressing its power. His demeanor returned to normal as he smiled and said, "You're right, Fairy. I was being rude. I apologize."

The Purple-Qing Ancestral King, seething with anger, looked at the scholar's radiant smile with disgust. With a venomous glare at Lin Jiufeng, he turned and vanished from the scene.

Lin Jiufeng was baffled. What did I do to deserve that glare?

The Immortal Saints of the Skeleton Tribe were also deeply unwilling to leave, but they dared not offend the Celestial Angel Tribe. They could only leave, holding in their frustration.

Other tribes' Immortal Saints, intimidated by the celestial artifact and the Celestial Angel Tribe's pressure, slowly withdrew.

For a moment, the tense situation eased, and the weight on Lin Jiufeng's shoulders was finally relieved.

"We should enter now. Let's not engage further," the masked scholar said to Lin Jiufeng.

Lin Jiufeng nodded. "The deterrence has worked. I will stay quiet from here on."

The scholar smiled with satisfaction. "You really continue to surprise me. I look forward to seeing you reach the realm of Immortal Saints."

Lin Jiufeng, unhurried, replied, "I'll take it step by step. If I can break through to the Sixteenth or Seventeenth Forbidden Realm in this Battle of the Hundred Tribes, that will be enough. As for the Immortal Saint realm, I'm not focusing on that right now."

"The ancient battlefield spans a century. As long as you remain low-key, everything will be fine. I revealed the celestial artifact early because those tribes aiming to destroy humanity will undoubtedly bring their own celestial artifacts. This Battle of the Hundred Tribes is very dangerous, so you cannot follow me or Sword God Emperor Liu," the scholar transmitted seriously.

"Will everyone bring a celestial artifact?" Lin Jiufeng asked.

"Absolutely. I can't speak for everyone, but I know the Purple-Qing Ancestral King will certainly go back to borrow a celestial artifact. The Skeleton Tribe, who hate you deeply, will also bring one, as will the Yaksha Tribe, the Asura Tribe, and many others. We are in great danger," Sword God Emperor Liu said with a troubled expression.

The scholar, however, walked leisurely through the Celestial Angel Tribe's ancestral grounds and said, "It's done now. No point in overthinking it. If I hadn't revealed the celestial artifact, do you think the Celestial Angel Tribe would have stepped in to mediate?"

Lin Jiufeng fell silent. This was indeed the truth.

When he killed the proud Qing from the Ancient King Tribe and the genius from the Skeleton Tribe, the disturbance had been so great that the Celestial Angel Tribe must have known. Yet, they did nothing to stop it. Later, when over twenty Immortal Saints of the mortal realm pressured to kill Lin Jiufeng, they still didn't intervene. Only when the scholar was forced to reveal the celestial artifact did they step in to mediate.

It wasn't that they were afraid of a fight between the scholar and the Immortal Saints. It was that they feared the scholar might truly activate the celestial artifact and destroy their ancestral grounds.

For the major tribes, the ancestral grounds represented their face and dignity. If their ancestral grounds were destroyed, the Celestial Angel Tribe would never be able to bear such shame.

Otherwise, the Celestial Angel Tribe might have continued to stand by and watched without participating.

While they spoke, Lin Jiufeng, the scholar, and Sword God Emperor Liu arrived at the core area where the Celestial Angel Tribe had prepared for the Battle of the Hundred Tribes.

It was vast, and in the center, there was a spiritual spring, its waters flowing vigorously and emitting abundant spiritual energy. It nourished the surrounding grass, and surrounding the spring were a hundred positions, each with several seats.

These were the positions for the Hundred Tribes!

The scholar chose the hundredth position directly and sat down.

Lin Jiufeng and Sword God Emperor Liu followed suit, sitting down beside him, both curious.

In the one hundred positions, many tribes had already arrived, seated according to their perceived status.

Few people, like the scholar, would choose the hundredth position directly, as it was seen by some as demeaning to their tribe.

The scholar, however, had no such concerns. He gave a self-deprecating smile and said, "If we don't score enough points this time, we won't have a position in the Hundred Tribes. There's no real difference between being ranked ninety-nine or one hundred."

Lin Jiufeng nodded. He didn't care about the seating arrangement either. To him, only strength mattered. With strength, sitting in the hundredth position would make others reluctant to look down on him. Without strength, even sitting in the first position would make him anxious.

As some tribes had yet to arrive, Lin Jiufeng decided to ask the scholar some questions that had been on his mind.

"What exactly happened to the human race tens of thousands of years ago? Why was the first Battle of the Hundred Tribes such a devastating loss?" Lin Jiufeng asked, his curiosity piqued.

This had been a lingering question in his mind.

When he had been in hiding within the Celestial Angel Tribe, working in a library, he had read many books and learned about some of the past events of the human race.

According to those books, the first Battle of the Hundred Tribes had been instigated by the opening of the Heavenly Dao, making the human race a target for all the other tribes. In just fourteen years, they were crushed one by one, with the loss of many powerful figures. Eventually, they barely held on to the ninety-something positions in the first Battle of the Hundred Tribes. Afterward, their decline was rapid.

Lin Jiufeng had previously believed what the books said, but after hearing the scholar mention a different perspective several times, he began to question the true nature of the human race's defeat. It seemed the human race had sacrificed everything to resolve some dimensional battlefield issues, resulting in heavy losses.

This contradicted the book's account.

Naturally, Lin Jiufeng leaned toward believing the scholar. After all, he was the current leader of the human race, and his words were remembered by others. Though some opposed the human race's motives, no one denied the events he described.

Seizing the quiet time before the start of the Battle of the Hundred Tribes, Lin Jiufeng decided to ask the scholar.

The scholar and Sword God Emperor Liu fell silent.

"This was a turning point for the human race. Tens of thousands of years ago, at the height of our power, even if the Hundred Tribes united, they would not have been our match. At that time, our ancestors had divided the Nine Provinces, refined the Nine Provinces Lights, and stabilized the abundant spiritual energy of the dimensional battlefield. They even planned to open the Immortal Gate, allowing the top experts of the dimensional battlefield to enter the Immortal Realm," the scholar said softly.

"Open the Immortal Gate?" Lin Jiufeng exclaimed in shock.

"Yes, our ancestors really planned to find and open the Immortal Gate, to offer a path to immortality to all beings!" The scholar nodded, but then sighed. "Unfortunately, fate did not favor us. Soon, a great calamity came, engulfing the entire dimensional battlefield. The human race was the first to suffer."

"In just fourteen years, ninety-nine of our ninety-nine great cities were lost, and nearly all of our top experts perished. The good news is, we managed to survive this catastrophe." The scholar's voice turned somber.

"What kind of calamity was so immense?" Lin Jiufeng asked, struggling to comprehend.

"The Demon Chaos," the scholar said gravely.