Chapter 540 - 539: Awakening, Ambition

Chapter 540: Chapter 539: Awakening, Ambition

Ye Ding sized Qin Feng up and down. Qin Feng’s Transformation Divine Abilities were truly profound. He was currently wreathed in surging black water, and even Ye Ding couldn’t see through the disguise.

"Everyone, you are all honored guests of our Sea Demon Clan. It’s just a small misunderstanding. Please, do me this small favor and let’s not ruin the cordial atmosphere!"

A gentle, magnetic voice drifted over.

A figure emerged from the depths of the great hall.

He was a middle-aged man in his thirties.

He wore a blue robe with a silk sash and a Carefree Scarf. Impossibly handsome, he had a fair, beardless face and exuded the dignified majesty of a Great Scholar.

"Second Elder!"

Upon seeing this elder, the surrounding members of the Sea Race hurriedly paid their respects.

He had appeared silently, like a beam of ever-changing, eternal light.

This was a Martial Dao Great Power.

A Martial Dao Great Power had already stepped into the Domain of the Extraordinary to Saint. Only because Qin Feng had condensed an Eternal True Soul could he see this elder’s true face. To everyone else, the elder was like an aqua-blue sun, exuding an infinitely immense pressure that could be felt intuitively.

Ye Ding’s soul was extremely strong, as if he’d had some fortuitous encounter, but it was only at the peak of the True Soul Body—equivalent to the peak state of a Martial Arts Giant. He was no exception.

Qin Feng, currently playing the role of a lecherous genius from the Black Water Division, naturally had to lower his head as well.

"Everyone, please go on in. Her Majesty the Queen has already set up a small banquet in the Cyan Forest Hall!"

"And you, Xue Xun, will attend to Young Master Ye!"

When a Great Power spoke, who would dare to object?

’Clearly, the Sea Demon Clan is closer to Ye Ding.’

’This only further confirms my suspicion that there is some sort of relationship between Ye Ding and the Sea Demon Clan.’

A hint of joy appeared on the stunningly beautiful face of the young woman called Xue Xun.

Ye Ding led the sea demon maiden into the great hall. Before entering, he turned and shot ’Yu Hua’ a cold glance, a frigid glint flashing in his eyes. Ye Ding had always been capricious, possessed of a supreme ego that tolerated no defiance.

He considered Xue Xun his private property, so when Yu Hua made a move on her, it had already triggered his killing intent.

If he hadn’t been on the Sea Demon Clan’s territory and needed to consider their reputation, he would have attacked long ago.

「Outside the great hall, on another flight of stairs.」

A group of young members of the Sea Race was watching this scene unfold.

Among them were the Great Dragon Maiden, Emperor Shitian, Yu Hualong, and Princess Zisha, all of whom Qin Feng had seen before.

The Great Dragon Maiden was at the head of the group, and beside her stood three other youths—two men and one woman.

These three were apparently so prominent that even the likes of Emperor Shitian, Yu Hualong, and Princess Zisha instinctively made way for them.

Celestial Dragon Ao Wuxu, the King of the Purple Evil Flood Dragon clan.

The Young Master of the Kun Fish Clan, Nanming Ling.

The Pure-blooded Young Venerable of the Profound Turtle Race, Wu Shentong.

These three possessed truly prominent statuses.

The Purple Evil Flood Dragons, the Kun Fish Clan, and the Profound Turtle Race were all powerful races that possessed extremely pure Innate True Spirit bloodlines.

These three great races were all first-rate powers of the Sea Race, capable of going toe-to-toe with the Seventy-Two Orthodox Sects.

Deep within their bloodlines lay a rich concentration of Ancient True Spirit Power.

Moreover, Ao Wuxu, Nanming Ling, and Wu Shentong were the cream of the crop among these three races.

They were forcefully suppressing their own Realms; their auras had already reached a state of Perfection.

For other Reincarnation Martial Artists, breaking through to the Martial Arts Giant Realm was an ordeal with a minimal chance of survival.

But for them, with their imposing auras and Martial Dao Wills, they had at least a seventy to eighty percent chance of a successful breakthrough.

The fact that they were suppressing their breakthroughs was a clear sign of even greater ambitions!

"So that’s Ye Ding, the prodigy from the Star Sect? He looks very powerful!"

Nanming Ling’s lovely eyes sparkled. She sensed a familiar aura from Ye Ding.

The Nanming Kun Fish Clan inherently possessed the bloodline of the Ancient True Spirit Kunpeng.

Legend had it that the Kunpeng had two true forms: one as the Kun Fish, and the other as the Golden-Winged Roc.

The Kun Fish Clan had completely inherited the Kunpeng’s abilities in its Kun Fish form.

Her expression was curious, and she seemed to feel a natural fondness and affinity for Ye Ding.

It had to be said, Ye Ding’s luck with women was second to none. At first glance, even a woman as cold and aloof as Princess Nanming Ling of the Kun Fish Clan had formed a favorable impression of him.

Nearby, staring at Ye Ding, a severe glint flashed in Ao Wuxu’s eyes. "I don’t know why, but I get an intense sense of danger from this Ye Ding, as if I’m facing a natural enemy!"

The Great Dragon Maiden was surprised. "You feel it too!"

Ao Wuxu and the Great Dragon Maiden exchanged a look.

A cold smile touched the corners of Ao Wuxu’s lips. "It seems he must possess a True Artifact that suppresses our Dragon Race, or he’s cultivated a powerful Cultivation Technique that counters us!"

The two geniuses of the Dragon Race couldn’t help but feel a surge of animosity.

At these words, a profound light shone in Nanming Ling’s eyes.

Wu Shentong remained silent, his gaze landing on Qin Feng with a thoughtful expression.

Profound Turtles were known for their unimpressive appearances; most were short in stature, with eyes like green beans.

Wu Shentong was an anomaly among them.

He looked to be around twenty years old, with short hair. His collar was slightly open and his sleeves were rolled up to his mid-forearms, revealing tan skin. His eyes were deep and soulful, and he had a high-bridged nose.

His bloodline had reverted to its ancestral state, making him extremely close to the Innate True Spirit Black Tortoise. He was hailed as the genius of the Xuanwu Race most likely to cultivate the True Body of Xuanwu.

"What is it, Wu Shentong? Are you interested in that Yu Hua?"

It was Emperor Shitian who spoke.

"He’s just a minor character," Wu Shentong said, his eyes flashing as he shook his head.

Emperor Shitian chuckled. ’I don’t believe that for a second.’

Profound Turtles were the descendants of the Xuanwu. They had an innate connection to fortune and calamity, and their Spiritual Sense was the most sensitive of all.

’Wu Shentong wouldn’t pay attention to a minor character for no reason.’

Committing the name ’Yu Hua’ to memory, Emperor Shitian looked at Wu Shentong and said, "Brother Wu, what do you think our chances are of coming back alive from the Sea Soul Realm?"

Glancing at Emperor Shitian, Wu Shentong replied, "I have no confidence whatsoever. The Sea Soul Realm is far too mysterious. Some say it’s where the ancestors of our Sea Race sealed themselves away. Others say it’s the tomb of our Sea Race’s ancient powerhouses. But one thing is certain—it is fraught with peril!"

"Whether it’s a place of self-sealing or a tomb, those slumbering Sea Race Venerables will not permit anyone to trespass!"

Emperor Shitian was silent for a long moment before a cold smirk touched his lips. "True enough. If it weren’t that sort of place, we probably wouldn’t have gotten a chance to enter the Sea Soul Realm in the first place!"

"Misfortune is where fortune rests; fortune is where misfortune hides. Is it a deathtrap or a Blessed Land? Who can say for sure? The clan’s prophecy says this is the final great era, and our last hope. In this age, we are fated only to press forward; we cannot retreat!"

Wu Shentong’s expression was placid. He glanced at the nearby Emperor Shitian, then suddenly smiled and headed toward the great hall.

At these words, a muscle in Emperor Shitian’s cheek twitched violently.

A moment later, Emperor Shitian let out a sudden, cold laugh. ’Ancestors, hehe... Wake up the ancestors of the Ice-Eye Clan? And what would we, the junior disciples, get out of that? We’d just be creating more rivals for ourselves...’