Chapter 753: The Sky-Swallowing Realm, Reunion with Cai Lin
The Great Thousand World was vast beyond comprehension, teeming with endless lifeforms. Among its infinite races, the spirit beasts stood as one of the most ancient and diverse.
The bloodlines of spirit beast races were among the most intricate of all living things—and their strength came entirely from that bloodline.
Certain races whose bloodlines carried unfathomable power were known as Divine Beast Clans. Those blessed with such lineage were born bearing immense strength capable of striking fear into the heavens and the earth.
Yet, there were also spirit beast races that, despite not being Divine Beast Clans, possessed potential comparable to them. The Celestial Swallowing Python Clan was one of those exceptional lineages.
Though of spirit beast origin, this race bore the blood of the Ancient Swallowing Python. Once that bloodline awakened, they became among the most formidable beings even within all spirit beast races.
Because of this, the lineage of the Ancient Swallowing Python was held in absolute reverence by the clan. They longed for the day when their race could once more reclaim the glory of their ancestors.
The Myriad Serpent Continent—though called a "continent," its size was comparable only to the Bloodrock Realm. Yet, this seemingly small land was renowned throughout the Great Thousand World for one reason: it was the domain of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan.
As one of the most recognized clans among spirit beasts, the Swallowing Python Clan's strength and heritage placed them among the top first-rate powers in the world.
To give perspective—even the Blood God Clan of the Western Heavenly Domain, considered the strongest faction within their small region, would not qualify as first-tier when compared on the grand scale of the Great Thousand World.
True first-rate powers were not defined merely by one or two Earth Sovereigns but by the depth of their heritage. By comparison, Mo Yu's newly established Thunder Prison, still unknown beyond the Tianluo Continent, had a long way to go before standing among such ranks.
Only once Thunder Prison fully inherited the Ancient Thunder Palace's legacy and spread its renown could it hope to squeeze into that echelon.
Thus, in terms of influence, the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan far outshone Thunder Prison, and the Myriad Serpent Continent's fame reflected that difference.
However, what truly drew countless powers' attention was not the continent itself—but the Sky-Swallowing Realm at its heart.
This was a separate spatial realm, standing independent of the Great Thousand World, and it served as the ancestral land of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan.
According to ancient legend, the first of their kind had once ascended from a lower plane. Back then, their clan was insignificant. But after a succession of brilliant ancestors arose, they elevated the race into one of the supreme spirit beast lineages in existence.
During the peak of their power, they produced Heavenly Sovereigns for generations, standing on equal footing even with Divine Beast Clans.
It was said that the Sky-Swallowing Realm itself was once a lower plane in ancient times, later linked to the Great Thousand World by one of their mighty predecessors using immeasurable means.
Such feats were not uncommon in the Great Thousand World. All across it, there were connections to countless lower planes—each a cradle for potential prodigies.
Those capable of breaking through their plane's limits to reach the Great Thousand World were invariably gifted beyond measure. Once they adapted to this grand realm, they often shone with astonishing brilliance.
These chosen ones, upon founding their own forces, would reopen the passages to their native planes, using them as hidden strongholds and sanctuaries.
The Swallowing Python Clan had done precisely that.
Even Mo Yu one day planned to share the Dou Qi Continent with Xiao Yan, placing half of it under Thunder Prison's protection as part of his domain.
And now, Mo Yu's destination was none other than this Sky-Swallowing Realm.
Within the Sky-Swallowing Realm lay the Ten-Thousand Serpent Mountain, a colossal landmass floating in midair, almost as vast as a continent itself. This sacred mountain was revered as the cradle of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan.
It was said that the very first Swallowing Python had been born there.
Today, deep bell tones echoed through the mountain, accompanied by the writhing silhouettes of titanic serpents, their roars shaking the heavens.
At the mountain's center rose a sky-piercing peak. On its mist-shrouded summit sprawled a grand blue-stone plaza surrounded by towering cliffs. Upon those cliffs stood countless figures—members of the Swallowing Python Clan radiating immense spiritual power.
Opposite the plaza loomed a row of giant stone thrones carved into the cliffside. Upon them sat the clan's elders, their presences so overwhelming that even space itself seemed to tremble.
Meanwhile, within the plaza's heart sat two figures cross-legged, both exuding intense spiritual pressure and quiet pride—not arrogance, but confidence born of strength.
They gazed upward toward the cliff of elders, where loud arguments echoed. Clearly, divisions had arisen among the highest ranks of the clan, and every watching clansman held their breath.
"This is outrageous! Cai Lin is a rare Nine-Colored Swallowing Python, a divine bloodline unseen for a thousand years! She is our clan's hope to restore our ancient glory—how can a mere human jeopardize that, even if he happens to be her husband from the lower planes?" thundered a blue-robed elder, his face stormy.
"I say we immediately seize this Mo Yu, and before the ancestral shrine, dissolve their marriage in public! How can the pride of our clan be soiled by marrying a human?"
"Indeed," another elder rumbled. "According to She Mei, that Thunder Prison Lord has some abilities, but not nearly enough qualification to be wed to our Nine-Colored Swallowing Python!"
Across from them, a red-robed elder frowned deeply. "From what I've gathered, this Mo Yu's talent is… remarkable. He came from a lower realm, yet upon entering the Great Thousand World, he defeated the Blood God Clan of the Western Heaven Domain—forcing their Blood Spirit Elder to pay two hundred million drops of Supreme Spirit Liquid to settle the matter.
He later traveled to the Tianluo Continent, claimed the inheritance of the Heart Demon Lightning Emperor—one of the Nine Ancient Emperors—and successfully advanced to the rank of Upper Earth Sovereign. He even unified the Bloodrock Realm and established Thunder Prison, commanding a force of great influence.
She Mei's messages indicated that Mo Yu intended to represent our clan in the Divine Beast Origin to help Cai Lin obtain the Ancient Swallowing Python's bloodline inheritance!"
The blue-robed elder scoffed. "Grand Elder, you claim this man has become a sovereign ruler—then why meddle in matters meant for the younger generation? Do you wish us to become a laughingstock among the spirit beast clans?
Besides, nearly two months have passed, and he's yet to appear before us. Clearly, the coward fears our clan! Such a human is unworthy of Cai Lin—his very existence tarnishes the Nine-Colored Swallowing Python bloodline!"
The red-robed elder's expression darkened. He had an uneasy feeling about Mo Yu, suspecting he was not someone to be provoked lightly.
To cross from a lower plane into this world alone already marked him as extraordinary. To then rise so swiftly—humiliating the Blood God Clan, achieving breakthroughs, founding a sovereign domain—his potential was terrifying.
Worse still, Mo Yu and Cai Lin had been loving spouses in the lower plane. To forcibly separate them could earn Mo Yu's wrath and, worse, shatter Cai Lin's heart. Was this worth it for the sake of pride?
He sighed inwardly and shifted his gaze toward the highest throne at the plaza's center.
There sat a man of serene expression—majestic and motionless, yet emanating such oppressive might that the very air seemed frozen. He was the Clan Chief of the Celestial Swallowing Python Clan—Mang Cang.
At his side stood a graceful woman clad in a luxurious purple robe. Her curvaceous figure drew countless fervent stares, her mature allure and soft charm unmistakable.
It was Cai Lin.
Her head hung slightly, her thoughts adrift to a message she'd received two months ago—from the husband she longed for.
After arriving in the Great Thousand World, she and Mo Yu had been separated by a spatial storm.
By fortune, her clan had sensed her bloodline and brought her safely to the Myriad Serpent Continent, where she was revered for her Nine-Colored Swallowing Python lineage.
At first, Cai Lin had been joyous to meet her people, but she soon realized their obsession with her bloodline chained her within the clan's confines. She was forbidden from moving freely, let alone searching for Mo Yu.
When she mentioned her marriage to a human, the elders were furious, deeming it a stain upon their sacred bloodline. Terrified that they might harm Mo Yu, Cai Lin dared not speak his name again.
Two months ago, word spread that the Thunder Prison Lord—her husband—would soon arrive to visit the clan and even sought to enter the Divine Beast Origin to seize an opportunity for her sake.
That message shattered the silence of the Swallowing Python Clan and the stillness of Cai Lin's heart.
Her husband was coming for her.
"Clan Chief," the blue-robed elder urged, "we must resolve this matter. Deciding the final participant between Zhao Xuan and Jia Qing is of greater importance. The Divine Beast Origin will soon appear."
All eyes turned to the chief. Around the mountain, countless clansmen waited breathlessly for his judgment to end the long-standing dispute.
Mang Cang remained unmoved, eyes half-closed. After a pause, he glanced at Cai Lin beside him, then spoke evenly:
"This man is indeed Cai Lin's husband. Out of respect for her, we shall not reject him outright. If he can arrive within one day and prove that he possesses a method to aid Cai Lin in obtaining the Ancient Swallowing Python's inheritance, the final slot will be his."
He paused, his voice dropping to a chilling calm. "However, if he dares to cower or flee, then his marriage to Cai Lin will be annulled. Our clan's sacred bloodline must never be sullied by a human."
His words rolled across the entire Ten-Thousand Serpent Mountain like thunder. The assembled clan members went pale; they heard the faint killing intent laced within his tone.
Seeing their chief's firm stance, the elders fell silent—none dared object further.
At the chief's side, Cai Lin's delicate hand clenched tightly. Decades of knowing her husband told her he would never let her down.
And just as this thought crossed her mind, Mang Cang's gaze suddenly lifted skyward. A glint of light crossed his eyes.
Above the mountain, space began to twist violently, a vortex spiraling open. From within that portal, several figures slowly emerged.
The sudden phenomenon drew every gaze upward. Shock and awe filled the air as the figures became visible, and then—
A calm, resonant voice echoed through the ancient mountain.
"I am Mo Yu. I greet you all."
(END CHAPTER)
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