84: I heard your ancestor is alive? Tell him to crawl out and see me.

Taichu Holy Land was in chaos.

It was in complete and utter disarray.

As the Sect-protecting Array was broken by a single broom, the entire Holy Land was like a beautiful woman stripped of her clothes, exposed defenselessly before the enemy.

Tens of thousands of Disciples were panic-stricken, scurrying about like headless flies.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

"The array is broken! Run!"

"Where are the Elders? Where is the Holy Lord? Help!"

At this moment.

Their Holy Lord was facing the greatest crisis of his life.

"You... you Prodigy! Don't be so arrogant!"

The Taichu Holy Lord looked at the Youth in White Robes, who was strolling in as if he were walking through his own back garden, and then at the group of old, weak, sick, and disabled people behind him who clearly looked like trouble, and roared with a fierce expression but a cowardly heart.

He bit the tip of his tongue sharply and spat out a mouthful of vital blood.

"Taichu Mirror! Suppress him for me!"

Hum—!

An ancient bronze mirror flew out from his sleeve, growing rapidly in the wind until it was the size of a small mountain. Divine light swirled on the surface of the mirror, emitting a terrifying aura capable of suppressing all things.

A Holy Weapon!

The Sect-suppressing Holy Weapon that Taichu Holy Land had passed down for tens of thousands of years!

This strike was enough to suppress and kill any expert at the Peak Soul Transformation Stage!

However.

Before that mirror could unleash its power.

"Clang!"

A crisp and extremely loud... pot sound rang out.

Li Daoxuan saw that Fat Aunt, who had been carrying a large black pot on her back the whole time, move.

She didn't even look at the mirror properly; she just reached back, untied the greasy large black pot, and swung it casually at the incoming ancient mirror.

The movement was simple and unadorned.

Just like a housewife shooing away flies in the kitchen.

"Bang—!!!"

A loud noise shook everyone's eardrums, making them buzz.

That Taichu Mirror, which had looked so incredibly imposing and powerful, was like a baseball hit for a home run.

With a "whoosh," it flew back at ten times the speed it had come!

"Pfft!"

The mirror slammed solidly back onto the Taichu Holy Lord's own face.

The pitiful Holy Lord didn't even have time to let out a scream before he was slammed into the ground from mid-air like a nail.

Head-first.

On the ground, only a twitching human-shaped hole remained, with half a lower leg still trembling slightly.

The whole scene was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

They stared blankly at the Fat Aunt, who had put the large black pot back on her back and was disdainfully dusting off the bottom of the pot.

In their minds, only one thought remained.

"What... what kind of monster is this?"

"With one... pot... she swatted away a Holy Weapon?"

"And buried the Holy Lord alive in the process?"

"I must be dreaming today, I haven't woken up yet..."

Li Daoxuan didn't even glance at the pit on the ground.

Too weak.

Not even worthy of being a practice target for his Disciple.

His gaze pierced through layers of palaces and landed on the deepest part of the Taichu Holy Land, the Forbidden Ground that was shrouded in clouds and mist all year round.

There.

He sensed an extremely faint, yet extremely ancient and extremely powerful aura.

That aura was decaying and deathly silent.

It was like a Dragon that had been hibernating for ages and was about to reach the end of its life.

"Interesting."

A playful arc curled at the corner of Li Daoxuan's mouth.

"So there was an old immortal hidden away."

"I was wondering why this Taichu Holy Land dared to be so arrogant. Turns out they have a mine... ah no, they have an Old Ancestor."

He ignored the Elders and Disciples around him who were already scared silly.

He took a step.

The next second.

His figure appeared like a ghost above that Forbidden Ground.

It was dead and lifeless here, with not a blade of grass growing.

Only a solitary black stone mountain stood in the center.

"Hey."

Li Daoxuan hovered in mid-air, hands in his pockets, and lazily shouted at the silent stone mountain below.

The voice wasn't loud, but it was like a clap of thunder from the Nine Heavens, instantly spreading throughout the entire Forbidden Ground, shaking the black stone mountain until it trembled slightly.

"I beat the young one, and the old one is still pretending to sleep?"

"Do you need me to go down personally and invite you out for tea?"

Silence.

Deathly silence.

Under the stone mountain, there was no response.

It was as if that aura was just Li Daoxuan's illusion.

"Heh."

Li Daoxuan laughed.

"Refusing a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit."

"It seems you've slept too long and your brain has become muddled."

He slowly raised his foot.

Then.

Facing the black stone mountain below.

Gently.

He stomped down!

"Get out here!"

Rumble—!!!

In an instant, the heavens collapsed and the earth split!

The entire Taichu Holy Land, along with the surrounding ten thousand miles of mountains and rivers, trembled violently under this one stomp!

That seemingly indestructible black stone mountain was like an egg hit by a god's hammer.

"Crack! Crack, crack!"

Countless huge cracks spread from the peak to the foot of the mountain.

Immediately after.

"Boom—!!!"

With an earth-shattering roar, the entire stone mountain exploded!

Broken stones flew through the air, and dust soared into the sky!

And in the center of the exploded mountain.

"Roar—!!!"

A roar filled with endless anger and violence erupted from deep underground!

The sound was terrifying.

It was as if an Ancient Vicious Beast that had been awakened from a sweet dream wanted to tear the entire world into pieces!

"Boom!"

The earth split open again.

A huge blood-colored stone coffin, cast from fresh blood and engraved with runes of vengeful spirits, rushed out from underground and hovered in mid-air!

"Bang!"

The coffin lid was blasted away by a massive force!

A Death Qi, so thick it couldn't be dispersed, rose into the sky like black smoke, dyeing the clouds in the sky a grey, decaying color.

Immediately after.

A hand, withered like a chicken claw and covered in dark red long hair, slowly reached out from the coffin.

It rested on the edge of the coffin.

Then.

A thin, withered figure, wrapped in ominous black Qi, with a hunched back and an indistinct face, crawled out from the blood coffin step by step.

He was like a zombie that had just crawled out of a grave.

But with his appearance.

The Laws of the entire world were wailing!

Space itself was trembling!

A terrifying aura that surpassed Soul Transformation, surpassed Void Refining, and even surpassed Dao Integration, infinitely close to that of an "Emperor," swept across the entire Central Province like a tsunami!

"Who is it..."

"Daring to disturb my... slumber?!"

The voice was hoarse and dry, as if it hadn't spoken in tens of thousands of years.

Every word was like two rusty iron plates rubbing against each other, stabbing people's eardrums with pain.

But the supreme majesty contained within it made all the living beings present unable to help their legs from going weak, with an urge to prostrate themselves in worship!

"Old... Old Ancestor!"

"It's the Old Ancestor! The Old Ancestor is still alive!"

In the distance, those Elders of the Taichu Holy Land who had originally been in despair saw this scene and immediately grabbed onto it like a straw for survival, one by one moved to tears, and knelt down to kowtow.

And those powerful beings from the various major forces in the Central Province who had been alarmed and were watching from afar were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering.

"A... a Quasi-Emperor?!"

"My god! Taichu Holy Land actually hid a Quasi-Emperor Old Ancestor who had sealed himself for tens of thousands of years?!"

"This aura... is too terrifying! It's even more terrifying than our Sect's Sect-suppressing Holy Weapon!"

"It's over! That Devil Head from the Hidden God Sect has kicked a real iron plate this time!"

"With a Quasi-Emperor out, who can compete?!"

On the battlefield.

Xiao Chen, Shi Tian, and Leng Yanran were pale under the terrifying pressure of the Quasi-Emperor, feeling that even breathing had become difficult.

The Emperor Weapons in their hands were humming, autonomously protecting their masters.

But they still felt immense pressure.

Is this... an existence infinitely close to a Great Emperor?

Just a wisp of aura made them feel that it was impossible to resist.

However.

As the only person in the entire scene still standing straight.

Li Daoxuan looked at the "old zombie" crawling out of the coffin.

Not only did he show no fear, but he looked as if he had seen an interesting toy, evaluating it with great interest:

"Oh?"

"Sealing your blood and Qi, lingering on your last breath, with one foot already in the coffin, and you can still burst out with this kind of power?"

"Not bad, not bad."

"Finally, someone... who can actually fight a little bit has arrived."