Chapter 212: Founding Ancestors and The Kneeling of the Ten Thousand Tribes

The Lower Realm was vast and boundless, it was a world divided into three massive continents in the human domain, each was ruled by a supreme hegemon of the respective power.

Currently, Yu Liang was located on the Cloudwater Continent, a land which was full of rich spiritual energy and dense mortal populations, which was entirely under the control of the Cloudwater Sect.

To the east to them was the Sword Continent, a majestic land of endless sword fanatics, ruled by the terrifyingly HeavenlyOriginSwordSect, which also happens to be the Top Tier Powerhouse in the entire human domain.

To the west was the Myriad Spirit Continent, ruled by the unfathomable MyriadSpiritSect, it was a secret of diverse, profound, and mysterious inheritances and no one so far where does it comes from.

However, beyond the borders of these three continents which is the border of human domain is a vast, untamed Wilderness of Ten Thousand Tribes.

This place did not belong to human cultivators, but to the powerful divine beasts and ancient spirit clans.

Among the countless tribes in the Wilderness, there were five supreme clans that stood at the absolute pinnacle, possessing bloodlines that said to he traced back to the First Era.

They were, as always in order of their supreme status according to their Bloodlines, the Primordial True Dragon Clan, the Phoenix Clan, the White Tiger Clan, the Qilin Clan, and lastly, the Spirit Fox Clan.

Back in the Cloudwater Continent, the sky above Jade City was already turned into an abyss of absolute despair.

Initially, after the 108 Heavenly Dao Runes were imprinted, Yu Liang was going to stepp out of his seclusion.

But the scene witnessed by the tribe that day would forever be etched into their memories.

Generations later, their descendants would record this extraordinary event in ancient records, passing the records down from one generation to the next.

They would ensure that no one ever forgot what they witnessed at this moment, as it was so extraordinary that even the passage of thousands of years of time could not erase its significance from history.

What they saw was the clear sky was loosing it’s colour and suddenly the pitch black clouds began to expand, not just in area, but in depth also. They started to violently devour the original environment, swallowing the sunlight, the spiritual energy.

The sky was no longer a sky, it was like a black hole of the Heavenly Wrath.

Inside those clouds, terrifying lightning raged one after another. The chaotic flashes of light changed continuously, shifting through the colors, before finally settling into a terrifying, abyssal black and golden light.

The lightning did not just strike randomly, it began to take shape.

A terrifying, apocalyptic army formed within the clouds. Tall, faceless Heavenly Generals clad in black gold armor stood within the vortex, holding weapons that radiated an aura capable of cleaving the continent.

Beside them were ferocious ancient beasts formed entirely of black gold lightning. These beasts were so unimaginably massive that their bodies spanned hundreds of miles, from the ground, one could hardly see their ends and their colossal shadows covered entire mountain ranges and blocked out the horizon.

Hundreds of thousands of miles away, in the deepest, most sacred part of the Wilderness of Ten Thousand Tribes.

The Primordial True Dragon Clan’s ancestral domain.

Patriarch Ao Huang was originally meditating in his palace. But the moment the colossal black gold lightning dragon formed in the sky above, a terrifying, bloodline suppression swept across the entire Wilderness like a tidal wave.

Ao Huang’s body instantly broke out in a cold sweat. He rushed out of his palace, his legs trembled so violently that he could barely support his own weight.

He looked toward the distant sky then his eyes locked onto the colossal lightning dragon within the tribulation army.

That was not just a beast made of lightning. That was the very concept, the origin, the absolute pinnacle of the True Dragon bloodline! It was the physical manifestation of the True Dragon Dao!

"It... it is..." Ao Huang’s voice shook uncontrollably, his eyes went wide with a mixture of absolute terror and fanatical reverence.

Tears of blood streamed down his face as he stared at the sky. "It is our Ancestor’s Ancestor! The Supreme Progenitor! The Founding Ancestor!!!"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

All across the vast, boundless area of the Wilderness of Ten Thousand Tribes, a miraculous and terrifying scene unfolded at the same time.

Every single spirit beast, from the lowest tier one mortal beasts to the peak divine beasts of the five supreme clans, was forced down by the sheer, pressure emitting from the lightning army divine Beasts Bloodlines.

The bloodline suppression was so absolute, so overwhelming, that resistance was physically impossible.

The entire Wilderness kneeled on the ground. Millions of divine beasts pressed their heads into the dirt, their bodies trembled in absolute submission.

The White Tiger Clan’s patriarch bit his tongue, forcing himself to stay conscious as his massive body involuntarily knelt, his claws digged into the earth.

The Phoenix Clan’s matriarch spread her wings in a futile attempt to resist the pressure, only to collapse into the dust even her divine feathers lost their luster.

The Qilin and Spirit Fox clans were no different, their ancestors and elders were all pressed flat against the ground, even their souls trembled at the terrifying pressure of their ancestors, completely stripped of their pride and dignity.

They were all shocked, their minds nearly collapsed from the sheer terror and confusion.

Why? Why was the Heavenly Dao so incredibly angry?

The pressure wasn’t just a normal tribulation, it felt like the heavens had mobilized their entire military, and even summoned the projections of their foundational ancestors, just to start a war but with whom!

"Has the Heavens... dug out our foundational ancestors to punish Abyssal Sovereign?" Ao Huang thought as his Dao heart nearly cracked at the sheer absurdity and terror of the situation.

He looked at the kneeling millions of his kin, and then back at the apocalyptic sky. "What... what exactly did that monster do?!"

The boundless sky become the battlefield, the lightning become the army, and the ancient divine beasts had become the vanguard of heavenly destruction.

Every formation has been arranged, every general has taken their position, and every blade had been sharpened in preparation for the coming battle.

And judging by the terrifying army that now occupied the entire world, they knew with absolute certainty that the heavens had no intention of allowing their enemy to survive.

BOOOM! BOOOM! BOOOM!

Deafening thunderclaps, sounded like the drums of the underworld which shook the very foundations of the world.

Even the mountains hundreds of miles away began to crumble. The rivers stopped flowing entirely and flooded into the mortal villages.

The spiritual veins beneath the city finally couldn’t help but let out agonizing shrieks as they were torn apart by the sheer weight of the sky.

High up in the Cloudwater Sect, the Vice Sect Master and the Vice Peak Masters were hovering in the air, their faces devoid of all color.

"The clouds... they stopped expanding," the Vice Sect Master whispered but listening to his voice any could hardly conclude what he was saying. "But it’s endless."

Zhao Wuji, the Master of the Formation Peak, was kneeling on a flying sword, his white hair were totally disheveled, his eyes were bloodshot. As a formation master, he could see the structure of the clouds better than anyone.

"It’s not just condensing..." Zhao Wuji coughed up a mouthful of blood, his voice filled with absolute despair and madness. "It’s forming a weapon! The heavens... the heavens are forging a tribulation weapon to strike down that existence! This is not a test! Like I said, this is an balant execution! The heavens want to erase taht thing from the cycle of reincarnation!"

At the Heaven’s Table, Mei Hua’s face was as pale as paper. The Nascent Soul aura around her was flickered so violently that it struggled to maintain the defensive formations of the restaurant against the leaking pressure.

She looked at the pitch black sky, her beautiful eyes filled with tears, but her gaze was fiercely resolute.

"Husband..." she whispered, her already clenched hands, clenched even more tightly so much so that her nails dug into her palms, drawing drops of blood. "No matter what the heavens send down, I will stand by your side!"

Deep underground, in the most heavily sealed seclusion room, Yu Liang finally stood up.

He walked to the door of the seclusion room and pushed it open.

He then stepped out into the courtyard and looked up at the pitch black sky. The pressure was so heavy that the very air was turning into solid blocks of spiritual force, but Yu Liang stood there with his hands behind his back as his robes fluttered in the apocalyptic wind.

He looked at the massive, world ending tribulation weapon forming in the clouds, and a loud laugh erupted from his chest.

"Come on then, Heavens!" Yu Liang’s voice, amplified by his spiritual energy, pierced through the thunderw which literally echoed across the entire domain, shaking the hearts of millions of cultivators. "Let me see if your wrath is strong enough to break me!"