Chapter 2648: Mo Wunian (2/2)

A dao tribulation can be crossed with this method?! There was a dazed expression on Fei Yanzi’s face as she watched this extraordinary scene.

As the twelve tribulation lightning dragons disintegrated and disappeared, the dense tribulation clouds scattered and the bright blue skies emerged. The experts, who were crouching on the ground, raised their heads slowly and cautiously and discovered that the sky still existed, the ground was still firmly below them, and the Flying Heaven City was still standing. There was nothing different except for their sweat-dampened back.

Three saint godheads and twelve high-order Saint Fates slowly descended and returned to Huang Xiaolong’s body.

Huang Xiaolong circulated the Grandmist Parasitic Medium and began absorbing the waves of grand dao energy and grand dao laws from his fourth heaven tribulation.

In the far distance, Fei Yanzi looked at Huang Xiaolong through the Flying Heaven Grand Formation’s barrier with indescribable complicated feelings. Up until now, she was unable to understand why a Third Heaven True Saint had possessed the strength to suppress her, but today, she had gotten her answer.

Xuanhuang, Nefarious Origin, and Great Immemorial!

Three top saint godheads!

Twelve high-order Saint Fates!

After recalling the scene, where the twelve high-order Saint Fates had blocked the twelve tribulation lightning dragons and dealt with them, Fei Yanzi couldn’t calm down.

Then she thought of Yuan Qianxing, who was hailed as the Son of Origin, the person the alien races’ royal families predicted to be the most powerful cultivator in the Alien Lands, and she shook her head. She suddenly felt a surge of pity for Yuan Qianxing.

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Time passed, and unknowingly, another decade had passed.

In the Otherworldly Mansion, Yuan Qianxing appeared refreshed and ruddy, radiating a good mood.

“Congratulations for fully comprehending the Return to Origin in seclusion, Your Highness!” Yuan Wangfeng and various Myriad Origin Race’s experts in the main hall congratulated Yuan Qianxing in sonorous voices.

Yuan Qianxing nodded smilingly at them.

As expected, he had fully comprehended the Myriad Origin Race’s dao art during seclusion this time. On top of that, his cultivation had risen one small realm to the peak of early Seventh Heaven True Saint, which greatly boosted his confidence, giving him the superior feeling of holding the world in his hands.

“When I was in seclusion, was there any action on the Flying Heaven Race’s side?” Yuan Qianxing asked.

Yuan Wangfeng shook his head as he answered, “There doesn’t seem to be any action on the Flying Heaven Race’s side.”

But he suddenly thought of something and added, “Oh right, a little over a decade ago, the spies stationed at the Flying Heaven City reported that there might be a Primal Ancestor advancing within the Flying Heaven’s headquarters, but we couldn’t find out who it was exactly.”

Yuan Qianxing raised an eyebrow in interest, “Oh, a Primal Ancestor advanced?” He asked seriously, “Would it be that guard by Huang Xiaolong’s side?”

Since the Golden Buddha Domain’s Golden Buddha Race Old Ancestor Chan Yuli was forced to retreat, the people outside had been guessing that the guard by Huang Xiaolong’s side was a peak late-First Resurrection Primal Ancestor, and if he was really the one who advanced, there was nothing strange about it.

“Even if that guard advanced to the early Second Resurrection Primal Ancestor realm, Huang Xiaolong can’t escape death in the state competition for the Mansion’s young master position!” Yuan Qianxing let out a relaxed laugh and added, “There is less than a year’s time until the competition battle. Huang Xiaolong, ah, Huang Xiaolong, I hope you’re prepared to die.”

Yuan Wangfeng and the others laughed.

“But, Your Highness, what if Huang Xiaolong makes a run for it?” a Myriad Origin Race expert asked.

“Run?” Yuan Qianxing sneered, “Once I take over the Mansion’s young master position, no matter how big the world is, there will be no place for Huang Xiaolong to hide! At that time, his life would be worse than a stray mongrel’s!”

He then looked at Yuan Wangfeng, “Is that old man Mo Zhi back yet?”

Yuan Wangfeng hurriedly answered, “He’s back, and Mo Wunian as well.”

He hesitated for a split second and added, “I heard Mo Wunian has broken through to Primal Ancestor Realm, but I don’t know if it’s valid information.”

Mo Wunian, a Moyue Race disciple, was one of the candidates for Mansion Master. Before Yuan Qianxing had appeared, Mo Wunian was the person with the highest chances of succeeding the Mansion Master’s position. Yuan Qianxing’s rapid rise after joining the Otherworldly Mansion proved to be a stiff contender.

“Primal Ancestor?” Yuan Qianxing was genuinely shocked this time, but he promptly covered it with a cold sneer, “So what if he has really broken through to Primal Ancestor Realm? If he refuses to submit to me, his end will be the same as Huang Xiaolong’s!”