325: Sixth Incarnation: Celestial Venerable (Part Four)

Heavenly Blade Peak, outside the delivery room.

The Void Realm was like the surface of a lake with a stone thrown into it, silently rippling with subtle, almost imperceptible circles.

A figure quietly emerged at the center of these ripples.

There was no earth-shattering eruption of Aura, no auspicious light or phenomena accompanying him, and not even the slightest ripple of energy leaked out.

He stood there simply, wearing a seemingly old but spotless gray cloth robe. His figure was not particularly tall, yet he seemed to occupy the only space between heaven and earth.

However, at the moment his figure solidified—

"Buzz!"

An indescribable silence instantly enveloped the entire Heavenly Blade Peak and spread rapidly into the distance.

It wasn't that sound was stripped away, but that all things and spirits—from the howling mountain winds and flowing clouds to the pale gold Saber Qi and vast Weapon Baleful Qi roiling atop the peak due to the newborn's birth, even every blade of grass and every grain of dust—fell into absolute stillness and submission the moment this figure appeared!

It wasn't a forced suppression by powerful strength, but a natural pilgrimage originating from the essence of life and the source of the Great Dao!

It was as if this gray-robed figure himself was the source of the Way of Weapons, the monarch revered by all armaments, the embodiment of the concept of warfare and slaughter!

Wherever he was, there was the absolute center of the Way of Weapons. All existences, Auras, and Laws related to "weapons" had to bow their heads and remain still to show their reverence!

"Gree... Greetings, Dao Lord Old Ancestor!"

The Peak Master of Heavenly Blade Peak, whose Aura was as sharp as a heavenly saber, who usually held the power of life and death over his lineage and was considered a titan within the Hundred Weapons Dao Realm and the outside world, a powerhouse of the "Saber Dao Fruit Position," was now trembling uncontrollably. He was the first to react, his knees hitting the ground and his forehead pressed tightly against the cold floor, his voice distorted by extreme excitement, awe, and the shuddering from the depths of his Soul.

Immediately after, as if swept by an invisible tide, all the clansmen, Elders, and guards present—whether they were ancient masters with heaven-reaching cultivation or newcomers who had just glimpsed the threshold—lost all ability to think. Only the most instinctive awe and obedience remained as they all knelt down in a dense mass, their heads lowered and their breathing suppressed to the point of being inaudible.

One could hear a needle drop; only the gray-robed figure stood silently, like a rock that had existed since time immemorial.

The Hundred Weapons Dao Lord's gaze calmly swept over the figures kneeling on the ground, whose Bloodline Auras were inextricably linked to his own.

His eyes were as calm as an ancient well, as if he were looking down at ants or browsing through insignificant footnotes in a yellowed ancient book.

Wife? Son? Grandson? These words had long since blurred for him in the unimaginably long river of time.

Compared to ancient existences like Oblivion or Slaughter, who were almost as old as heaven and earth, the time he had spent as a Dao Lord was indeed "young."

But this "youth" was still an unimaginable eternity to the juniors below, who had lived at most a few hundred or thousand years.

In his memory, the faces that once had close bonds with him had long since faded and dissipated under the washing of time.

Their joys and sorrows, their births, aging, illnesses, and deaths were to him just a few gusts of breeze on the path of the Great Dao, scattering as soon as they blew past.

The blood of these kneeling clansmen certainly flowed with his Bloodline, but after countless generations and dilutions, that sense of closeness from kinship had long since faded to almost nothing.

In his eyes, these people were no different from the other Cultivators in the Dao Realm who relied on him.

They were all vines growing on his tree of the "Way of Weapons"; the only difference was that some vines were closer to the trunk while others were further away.

Had it not been for the newborn little fellow triggering the phenomenon of the Ancestral Weapon of Ten Thousand Armaments today, piquing a rare bit of his interest, these so-called "Bloodline descendants" would not have been enough for him to spare a shred of his mind from his deep meditation on the Dao, let alone descend in person.

"Boring."

Such an indifferent thought flashed through the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord's mind. His gaze didn't even linger for half a breath on the excited, trembling clansmen. Instead, as if looking through nothingness, he bypassed them and looked directly into the delivery room, which was protected by layers of Formations and people, landing on the infant enveloped in pale gold saber light.

His gaze was a true observation.

Like two invisible divine weapons stripping away all appearances and pointing directly at the Origin, they instantly saw through the infant from inside out, from Physical Body to Soul, from talent and bone structure to destiny and Qi.

"Good."

The Hundred Weapons Dao Lord gave only this one-word evaluation in his heart.

At his Realm, there was no longer a need for complex rhetoric.

This single word "good" already represented his highest recognition of the infant's talent and bone structure, meaning the child indeed had the qualification to make him stop and take a look.

As for the strange ripple that flashed deep within the infant's Divine Soul, which even he couldn't fully capture, the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord naturally noticed it as well.

But he only sensed it briefly, confirming it held no malice and was deeply integrated with the infant itself, then stopped investigating.

The world is vast, and there are countless encounters. It was normal for this child to have some special Opportunity. As long as it didn't affect his weapon Dao talent or harm the Hundred Weapons Dao Realm, it wasn't worth wasting his mind to get to the bottom of it.

Perhaps this was one of the reasons he could trigger the resonance of the Ancestral Weapon?

"This child shall be named 'Jue Feng - Given name by Dao Lord'."

The Hundred Weapons Dao Lord finally spoke. His voice was flat, yet it was like the sharpest blade scraping across everyone's Divine Soul, carrying an unquestionable, absolute majesty that transcended all things.

"With a brilliance that surpasses the world, he shall cut through all obstacles on the path ahead. Since he was born into my clan and carries my Bloodline, he shall inherit my Dao and uphold my weapon's edge."

Having said that, he raised his hand and casually pointed his index finger toward the delivery room.

A speck of dark gold light, condensed to the extreme and containing the infinite true intent of warfare and slaughter yet returning to simplicity, emerged from his fingertip. It then turned into an imperceptible stream of light, ignoring all space and Restrictions, and entered the infant Xu Juefeng's forehead with unerring precision.

This was not an infusion of power, nor was it a Legacy of enlightenment.

This was a Dao Lord Mark, a recognition and branding from the source of the Way of Weapons.

It was like an invisible amulet, as well as a seed—a seed containing some of the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord's highest understandings of the "Way of Weapons."

In the future, as Xu Yuan grew, this mark would naturally guide him toward the most suitable path of the Way of Weapons and provide protection at critical moments. At the same time, it would allow the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord to sense his status and location at any time.

Having done all this, the Hundred Weapons Dao Lord did not stay. He didn't even spare the infant a second glance, nor did he leave a single word for the clansmen kneeling all over the ground.

The gray-robed figure faded away quietly, merging into the Void Realm just as he had come, as if he had never appeared.

It wasn't until the suffocating, absolute majesty that enveloped heaven and earth had completely dissipated for a long time that the people on Heavenly Blade Peak seemed to thaw from being frozen. One after another, they raised their heads with lingering fear, their faces still showing shock, excitement, and immense glory.

The Dao Lord Old Ancestor... actually descended!

He even personally bestowed a name upon the Young Lord and left a Dao Lord Mark!

He even vaguely hinted at the intention of personally teaching him in the future!

This was a supreme glory that the Heavenly Blade lineage—no, the entire Hundred Weapons Dao Realm—had not seen in ten thousand years!