Chapter One Hundred Twelve: The Man in Gray

“Can’t wait any longer…”

Xia gazed up into the starry sky, her eyes radiant like a celestial sword drawn from its scabbard. Someone like her possessed keen divine senses, granting her a premonition of what was about to unfold.

Feng Shang’s current actions threatened to dismantle her intricate arrangements within this star region.

“The grand formation here is being fully activated.”

Qingtian E’s expression grew grave. With a tremor of his claw, the seventeen divine inscriptions at the core suddenly blossomed with divine radiance, unleashing a vast surge of innate azure energy.

At the same time, a magnificent cosmic crystal star drifted forth, rapidly igniting and pouring forth an unimaginable torrent of divine power, which poured into the divine scroll. Qingtian E’s phantom form was replenished, solidifying seven-tenths of its substance.

Feng Shang lacked the realm to refine the Divine Xuan and truly unleash the formidable power of the Azure E Howl Cosmic Scroll.

A single cosmic crystal star was the condensed essence of countless billions of pure cosmic crystals. In some of the universe’s grandest treasures halls, such a star could purchase hundreds of powerful Daoist relics.

Through this star, Qingtian E could ignite the scroll’s divine inscriptions, unleashing the supreme divine arts engraved upon it to wage a battle of cultivators.

Of course, this came at an astonishing cost and was a terribly inefficient expenditure.

“Danger.”

The little bald boy secretly touched the silver sword scabbard, his clear eyes alert as they scanned the surroundings.

About six hundred boundary stones flared with divine brilliance, each extending into dazzling patterns spanning billions of miles, forming an intricate labyrinthine celestial chart.

Upon it, mountains and rivers lay shattered, the cosmos inverted, emanating an intense aura of annihilation.

Various natural disasters from the Hurricane World—such as the Black Brahma Karma Fire, Doomsday Mists, and Purple Devouring Particles—all surged madly toward this place, enough to terrify the many cultivators roaming here to death.

And Feng Shang was still laboriously channeling the “Creation from Nothing” energy, time unknown.

Outside.

A gray-robed figure stood for a long while, his temples streaked with white, his hair flowing down like an ancient one come from the old times, quietly observing the scene within the Constricting Spirit Extinction Grand Formation.

“This child’s visage is a sign of my Shang Sect’s flourishing. Excellent, excellent.”

The gray-robed man seemed to see boundless hope, his eyes burning with fierce light as he fixed his gaze on none other than the little bald boy within Qingtian E’s phantom.

From his tone of praise, he clearly admired the boy’s round, pure head.

“This girl is no ordinary figure either, arranging such a world-shaking grand formation, using the momentum of my Hurricane World to erase that extraordinary young master.

I have waited an eternity, finally the heir has appeared, and the revival of the Shang Sect is hopeful. No one must be allowed to interfere.”

The gray-robed man glanced at Xia, then casually waved his hand. A silvery beam shot forth from here, plunging into the grayish-blue Primordial Meteor Mountain.

The Primordial Meteor Mountain had stood since ancient times, holding a special status among the ninety thousand meteor mountains, considered the ancestral dragon’s head. Shortly after the silver beam entered, the mountain’s peak overflowed with mysterious energy. Simultaneously, three thousand surrounding meteor mountains responded in unison, trembling violently.

A vague, mysterious phantom of a long river appeared atop the Primordial Meteor Mountain.

With the emergence of this river phantom, the entire world seemed to fall into a deathly silence.

Hm?

Within the Constricting Spirit Extinction Grand Formation, Xia’s expression suddenly changed, a hint of disbelief crossing her face. The many disasters she had driven into a frenzy suddenly all stopped in unison, dissipating into nothingness.

Even the annihilating runes powerful enough to threaten a peak Divine Lord stalled in an instant, their might swiftly waning and extinguishing.

“That madwoman has finally stopped. Seems she still has some sense—she’s not truly intent on wiping out the young master of the Primordial Sect.”

Huang Ha the Daoist wiped a bead of sweat in relief, grateful the worst had not come to pass.

“No, someone intervened? Who?”

Fire Zhuo the Youth’s eyes flashed with intense light as he carefully observed, detecting a formidable force suppressing the Constricting Spirit Extinction Formation.

“The deity hiding here.”

Suddenly, the deep voice of the Ancient Primordial Domain Lord sounded. This tall, black-haired man sat cross-legged in a vacant space-time, holding a decayed wooden sword, quietly watching.

He had yet to make a move or strike, for as the Domain Lord, his identity was too conspicuous. If possible, it was best to resolve matters without his involvement.

Boom!

A tremendous shock rippled through the star region.

The stable, mountain-like space-time was torn open, a dazzling river phantom bursting through the breach. Upon the waves stood an ancient gray-robed man.

Silver Flame’s expression shifted. From the space-time rift, a subtle divine consciousness light slipped out.

“Reinforcements?”

Qingtian E was puzzled. This person’s sudden arrival, disrupting the disasters, was tantamount to aid, yet he had no impression of him.

“Who are you?”

Silver Flame asked curiously.

He wielded the Heaven-Shaking Halberd, battling Fire Zhuo and Huang Ha fiercely with this powerful supreme calamity weapon. The battle was evenly matched, but he could not divert attention to stop Xia’s actions. This newcomer might be their hope.

“The old man sent reinforcements?”

Feng Shang glanced over while struggling to maintain control over the colossal entity within the Creation from Nothing energy.

“I have come, with no wish to meddle in your quarrel—I only seek one person.”

The gray-robed elder, Wu Cang, clad in a simple nine-sons gray divination robe, his broad figure shrouded, radiated an ancient and weathered aura.

“Who?”

Xia’s eyes behind her delicate veil flickered with calculation. She had long sensed a presence in the Hurricane World, never expecting it to appear now.

This person was profound and unfathomable, capable of stirring the momentum of ninety thousand meteor mountains—a formidable foe indeed.

“He!”

The gray-robed man pointed afar. The little bald boy, watching curiously, blinked and looked around, wondering who was being indicated.

“Child, you are destined with my Shang Sect. Come.”

Wu Cang smiled faintly and gestured. An invisible divine force penetrated Qingtian E’s phantom protection and lifted the little bald boy.

“This one’s strength may not surpass mine, but in the Hurricane World, he can invoke the primal power here, making him nearly invincible within the cultivation realm!”

Qingtian E’s face changed, attempting to stop him but too late.

The little bald boy let out a startled yell, “Put me down! Put me down!” He reached for the sword scabbard on his back, but it slipped off during the lift.

“Young Master Zhi Qian!”

Old Yuan was shocked, cold sweat pouring.

The young master was the son of the former Primordial Sect leader and the fiancé of the elegant sect leader Dan Ya. Their bond was deep. If anything happened to him, Dan Ya would tear the heavens asunder!

Whoosh!

In an instant, the little bald boy was lifted like a fragile chick, carried easily to Wu Cang’s side.

Wu Cang stroked his smooth, polished, round head with great satisfaction.

Having his head touched!

The little bald boy hurriedly shielded his head, then glared angrily at the gray-robed man. His mother had said only his future wife could touch his bald head!

Who was this old man?

“You bastard! Let me go!”

The little bald boy shouted.

Wu Cang was not offended and chuckled, “Come with me, child, cross the ninety thousand meteor mountains, drink from the waters of the Tai’a River, and kneel before the Shang Buddha…”