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Translator: AnubisTL
It was initially thought that the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild's development of the ascension platform would provide some assistance during ascension, offering a chance of success even without reaching the late-stage of Divine Transformation.
However, the fragment of blood-stained robe that had arrived now made that hope seem extremely slim.
"Perhaps ascension was still successful? That fragment might simply be from Senior Wan being injured during the process," someone suggested, trying to remain optimistic.
But this conjecture quickly fell apart under scrutiny, and someone immediately countered:
"Even the magic robe is damaged. The original body must be..."
"Exactly. If it were just a few scales of an azure flood dragon, that might be plausible, but as it stands..."
Generally, in an era where body cultivators are rare, a cultivator's magic robe serves as their last line of defense.
If even the magic robe is torn, their fleshly body is likely in dire straits, having barely survived such a devastating impact.
If this were the Azure Flood Dragon King, known for his formidable fleshly body, one might argue that his body was only slightly injured and he was likely unharmed.
But this scrap of blood-stained cloth is far too unconvincing.
Soon, after the news spread, the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild, still reeling from the gloom, received a peculiar visitor.
"Hand over that scrap of blood-stained cloth!"
The newcomer was forceful, directly demanding the blood-stained cloth from a Nascent Soul cultivator of the guild's direct lineage, showing no regard for their status.
A Divine Transformation Great Power!
There was no other explanation!
Though Wan Shengtian was no longer in the Human Realm, the guild was still no weakling that any stray cat or dog could bully. The guild housed numerous Nascent Soul Great Cultivators.
"Senior, are you from Moonlit Ridge?" someone inquired.
The newcomer was shrouded in a dense mist, obscuring his true face and leaving only his deep voice audible.
"Why waste time with questions? Hand over the item immediately."
Hearing this, a senior member of the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild immediately ordered, "A'Bao, retrieve the ancestor's blood robe."
Soon, a corner of the blood robe was presented to the mysterious figure.
"Indeed, it carries Wan Shengtian's aura. Yet only a fragment of his robe remains—a final, dying hint?" the Divine Transformation Great Power murmured to himself.
The guild's senior members turned pale, muttering, "How could this be? Our Founding Ancestor's cultivation was peerless. What could have killed him during his ascension?"
The mysterious Divine Transformation Great Power sneered. "If ascension were truly so simple, we wouldn't still be lingering in the Human Realm."
"Void turbulence, celestial gales, the terrifying, unknown entities adrift in the endless void—any one of them could have easily slain your Founding Ancestor."
"Even with Wan Shengtian's profound dao cultivation, he could never claim absolute certainty in crossing the void and successfully ascending to the upper realm."
With that, the man left the scrap of blood robe behind and departed from the Ten Thousand Treasures Merchant Guild Headquarters.
He was indeed from Moonlit Ridge, and this fragment of blood robe, drifting from the void, stirred up a storm of thoughts.
For the group of cultivators in the divine transformation stage who had been cultivating in seclusion at Moonlit Ridge were also preparing for ascension.
The spatial node they had been waiting for was approaching its most vulnerable period, which they had chosen as their ascension opportunity.
But now, Wan Shengtian's scrap of blood robe had cast a shadow over their prospects, casting a cloud of uncertainty over their once promising path to ascension.
Li Qing, who was still striving to break through the divine transformation bottleneck, also learned of this news.
"Did Senior Wan and the others encounter an accident during their ascension? After decades, a fragment of blood robe has fallen to the Human Realm." Li Qing frowned slightly and couldn't help but glance up at the sky.
Though he knew that breaking through the void for ascension was no simple matter, learning of this still unsettled him.
"Ascension is still a distant matter for me. Dwelling on it is pointless. I should focus on breaking through."
With that, another two years passed.
In the Great Wilderness Domain, at the forbidden land of Moonlit Ridge, anyone present would sense waves of heart-palpitating energy emanating from the place.
Boom!
Soon, a formidable aura surged to life. Nearby mountain ridges crumbled and scattered, as if a slumbering, savage dragon had awakened.
"Hmm, has the moment finally arrived? The opportunity for ascension."
A cultivator clad in crimson armor stood there, his qi mechanism growing increasingly potent, its might radiating in all directions.
As he spoke, his gaze fixed on the distant sky, where a region of space was visibly wavering and unstable—a sign of its thinning.
Then, two more auras awakened in succession.
Boom!
A terrifying aura swept outward, causing the entire night sky to tremble and the surrounding primordial energy to fall into complete chaos.
The simultaneous awakening of several Divine Transformation Great Powers from their ancient self-imposed slumber had a terrifying impact.
"Kun Yuan," the crimson-armored great power asked in a deep voice, "that fragment of blood robe you examined earlier—are you certain it came from Wan Shengtian?"
The cultivator named Kun Yuan, still shrouded in a persistent black mist, replied, "It is indeed from Wan Shengtian. I would never mistake that aura."
His words immediately drew gasps of surprise. "Hiss... Though I despise that dog Wan Shengtian, I must admit his skills and power are not inferior to our own."
"Even he met with misfortune on his path to ascension? This is truly unsettling."
The spatial node they had been waiting for had reached its most vulnerable point. If they missed this opportunity, they might have to wait for countless eons.
For these great powers, patience had long run out. Some had been in self-imposed slumber since the ancient era.
If they missed this chance, it might be their last opportunity for ascension.
"So what? Even if it's a nine deaths, one chance, would we dare give up?" a woman murmured, her voice ethereal as she stood clad in a pure white feathered robe.
As she spoke, moonlight coalesced around her body, making her appear like a celestial being descending from the heavens.
"You speak the truth," the old daoist replied slowly, rising from a massive boulder. "However, my self-sealing over the years has gone awry. The demon ancestor's influence has depleted my vital energy far more than I anticipated."
The other four Divine Transformation Great Powers of Moonlit Ridge were startled, their gazes turning to the old daoist, whose face was etched with the pallor of death.
"Old Daoist Xu Huan," the crimson-armored man said with displeasure, "this is the finest opportunity for ascension in ten thousand years—an opportunity you yourself calculated. Would you abandon it at the eleventh hour?"
All four knew that Old Daoist Xu Huan was a cultivator who had sealed himself away in ancient times and remained in seclusion until the present day, his true depth immeasurable.
"Heh, you jest, fellow daoists. An ascension opportunity comes once in ten thousand years. How could this old Daoist possibly miss it?"
"It's just that my vital energy is severely depleted. I need to replenish it, lest I encounter unforeseen accidents during the ascension process."
The old daoist, radiating an aura of death and clearly in his twilight years, offered a grotesque smile. His mouth was completely toothless, and his eyes were hollow, making him resemble a corpse.
Hearing this, the others frowned slightly, as they were well aware of the old daoist's true nature. He was no orthodox Daoist cultivator, but a practitioner of the dark arts.
The ethereal woman in the white-feathered robe spoke, "If you intend to slaughter to replenish your vital energy, you should first consider the woman of the Ice Extremity Palace. She might not stand idly by."
"Heh heh heh, thank you for your warning, Fairy Xue Yue. This old daoist has no intention of clashing with the Palace Master of Ice Extremity Palace before his ascension."
"Besides, her condition is far from stable. At worst, this old daoist will simply seek energy replenishment in other great domains."
With a dry chuckle, Old Daoist Xu Huan vanished from Moonlit Ridge like a ghost.
The four knew exactly what the old daoist intended, yet their expressions remained cold and indifferent, showing no intention to intervene.
For them, ascension was the sole purpose of their existence. Even if the old daoist slaughtered every last soul in the Human Realm, they wouldn't bat an eye.
Old Daoist Xu Huan's aura was not strong. He concealed his cultivation and prepared to journey to other great domains, searching for resources to replenish his vital energy.
(End of the Chapter)
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