119: Is Central Plains calm? No, it's the calm before the storm.

The Central Plains was peaceful.

Ever since Yaoguang Holy Land was uprooted and turned into dust of history.

The entire Central Plains Cultivation World fell into an... extremely strange calm.

No Holy Land that didn't know better dared to provoke the Kaoshan Sect, which floated in the sky like a divine Forbidden Ground.

In fact, even the Cultivators approaching that area became fewer.

Everyone seemed to have reached some kind of unspoken agreement.

That place, that man, those few young Devil Kings.

They were taboos.

They were existences that could not be spoken of, spied upon, or provoked.

The Kaoshan Sect stood alone as the dominant power.

In the true sense, it reigned over the entire Central Plains.

Life seemed to have returned to the... dullness of the Eastern Barrens.

And boredom.

However.

Beneath this seemingly calm surface of the sea.

Undercurrents were surging wildly... In the Central Plains, in the extreme west.

An ancient desert, covered by yellow sand all year round.

This was a Forbidden Zone for the Human Race.

It was also the legendary resting place of the Primordial Imperial Clan, the 'Golden Race'.

Today.

A magnificent ancient palace, cast from gold, broke through the yellow sand and slowly ascended.

Before the palace gate, several ancient beings, clad in golden battle armor and exuding a terrifying aura capable of making even Soul Transformation mighty figures tremble, knelt on one knee, their expressions respectful.

"Reporting to the Imperial Lord."

"The Human Race... is going too far!"

"That Hidden God Sect Revered Master Li Daoxuan is cruel and overbearing. He has already destroyed two great Holy Lands in our Central Plains, threatening the world, and shows signs of dominating all!"

"If we let him continue to develop, our Ancient Myriad Races may never have a chance to rise again!"

Inside the ancient palace, there was silence.

After a long while.

A majestic and ancient voice slowly echoed, carrying a hint of disdain.

"Human Race?"

"They are just a bunch of caged ants, daring to speak of sole dominance?"

"It's just that a slightly stronger 'leader' has appeared."

"No matter."

"Issue my command, summon all the slumbering Imperial Clan members."

"Tell them..."

"The hunting season has arrived."

...At the same time.

Central Plains, Tianji Pavilion headquarters.

At the top of the ninety-nine-story Stargazing Platform.

The Tianji Pavilion Revered Master, with white hair and beard, was facing the newly repaired heavenly dao stone tablet, his brows tightly furrowed, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

On the stone tablet, the originally clear ranking had long disappeared.

In its place was a... chaotic mess.

Countless golden cracks, like a spiderweb, covered the entire tablet.

As if some forbidden power was interfering with the operation of the Heavenly Dao.

"Pfft—"

The Tianji Pavilion Revered Master suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, his face instantly turning ashen.

"I can't calculate it... I can't calculate it at all..."

"The future... is a complete Chaos..."

He trembled, trying to deduce again.

Suddenly.

"Buzz—"

The heavenly dao stone tablet glowed brightly!

Lines of blood-red, ancient characters filled with ominous and murderous aura, uncontrollably appeared on the stone tablet!

**"The Emperor Star wavers, the True Dragon revives."**

**"The eternal chess game, stirs up new waves."**

**"White robes stained with blood, gods and devils shall weep."**

**"In an era of great contention, an Imperial Dynasty... shall rise!"**

When the last character, 'rise', appeared.

"Crack!"

With a crisp sound.

That heavenly dao stone tablet, rumored to be eternally indestructible, actually... split down the middle with a huge crack!

"This is bad!"

The Tianji Pavilion Revered Master's face changed drastically. He suddenly looked up towards the very center of the Central Plains!

There, was the convergence point of Dragon Veins!

And also... the ruins of an ancient Imperial Dynasty... that had slumbered for hundreds of thousands of years!

..."Rumble rumble rumble—!!!"

The Central Plains trembled violently at this moment!

It wasn't an earthquake.

But rather... something extremely vast and ancient was about to... revive from deep within the earth!

On the most central plain of the Central Plains.

The earth surged like ocean waves!

One magnificent palace after another, sealed by history, broke through the soil and slowly rose!

Golden glazed tiles, vermilion palace walls, and the soaring... Imperial Dragon Qi!

The Dragon Qi was too dense.

So dense that it even condensed into a ten-thousand-foot-long, lifelike Five-Clawed Golden Dragon in the sky!

The golden Dragon roared to the heavens, its sound shaking the nine heavens!

All living beings in the entire Central Plains felt a sense of... submission originating from the depths of their Souls at this moment!

As if their monarch, after slumbering for eons.

Had, today.

Awakened!

"It's... it's the Great Xia Imperial Dynasty!"

"My heavens! That legendary ancient Imperial Dynasty that once unified the Xuanhuang Great World and to which even Holy Lands could only bow down!"

"They... they're still alive?!"

Countless old monsters who had lived for tens of thousands of years were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering upon feeling this familiar yet domineering Imperial Dragon Qi.

That dark history dominated by "Great Xia" once again resurfaced in their minds... On the main peak of Kaoshan Sect.

Li Daoxuan stood at the top of the time cultivation tower, his hands behind his back.

He quietly watched the Luck Golden Dragon roaring in the distant sky.

Feeling the ancient and vicissitudes Imperial Dragon Qi slowly rising from the depths of the earth pulse.

His face showed no ripples.

As if all of this was already within his expectations.

"Revered Master."

Xiao Chen and the others had appeared behind him at some point. After a month of secluded Cultivation (thirty years inside the tower), they had been reborn.

But at this moment, their faces were filled with solemnity.

"Such a powerful aura..."

Xiao Chen gripped his sword and said in a deep voice, "That power... is even more terrifying than the combined foundations of all the previous Holy Lands."

"Hmm."

Li Daoxuan nodded, his gaze still fixed on the distance, his voice calm.

"Holy Lands are merely bandits occupying mountains."

"And they..."

He paused, a playful arc forming at the corner of his mouth.

"Are the true former Revered Masters of this land."

"And also the Central Plains'... last, and deepest... foundation."

He slowly turned around, looking at his Disciples who had grown up, their eyes filled with soaring Battle Intent.

He showed a "benevolent" smile.

"How about it?"

"This whetstone I found for you, is it good enough?"

"Finally... are they going to emerge?"