CHAPTER 39: CHAPTER 39: HELL OPENS, ETERNAL SUPPRESSION

The Elder Sword Saint, who had lived for several hundred years, had never experienced such a terrifying moment. The white-robed young man, who seemed like a banished immortal, touched him, and his body lost control, flying up like a paper figure. The surrounding disciples of the Sword God Sect were greatly shocked, their eyes wide, staring at the uncontrollable Elder Sword Saint, unable to recover for a long time. Nearby, Zhao Wuji was panting heavily.

Countless thoughts flashed wildly in his mind. Who exactly is this white-robed young man who looks like an immortal? Why could he subdue Master with a single move?

The Elder Sword Saint’s uncontrollable body finally stopped one zhang away from Ye Yun.

"Who are you?" The Elder Sword Saint trembled all over, sweating profusely, his heart filled with terror.

"I am the ancestor of the Dragon God Sect," Ye Yun shrugged slightly, smiling faintly. Although he did not release any Super Divine Dragon Breath, everyone present felt immense pressure at this moment, finding it hard to breathe, as if a great mountain was crushing their chests.

Hearing Ye Yun’s words, the Elder Sword Saint found it unbelievable. He shook his head repeatedly and roared, "Impossible! How could you be the ancestor of the Dragon God Sect?"

"What’s impossible about it?" Luo Li quickly walked over, stood before the Elder Sword Saint, and said with a cold smile, "This is our Dragon God Sect’s thirteenth-generation Ancestor!"

"The thirteenth generation?" The Elder Sword Saint was instantly baffled. He knew that the Dragon God Sect’s lineage, by Luo Li’s generation, had reached the 298th. If one counts back to the thirteenth generation, how long would that be? At least tens of thousands of years, right?! Even... possibly more than a hundred thousand years. The Elder Sword Saint himself had only lived for several hundred years. How could he possibly speculate the age of the thirteenth Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect?

He didn’t know much about the Dragon God Sect; it was like viewing a leopard through a tube. After all, the history of the entire Cangnan Continent had spanned countless generations in the past hundred thousand years. With the information the Elder Sword Saint possessed, he could at most grasp the Dragon God Sect’s development over the last ten thousand years. And in the past ten thousand years, the Dragon God Sect had merely been a declining Ordinary Sect.

"Who ordered you to harm my Dragon God Sect?" Luo Li, clenching the sword in her hand, struggled to suppress the hatred in her heart as she stared at the Elder Sword Saint and questioned him.

"Heh, I can’t say. Even if you kill me, I won’t say!" The Elder Sword Saint suddenly shook his head, a grim smile on his face. Could he say it? This matter already involved Sky-Level Sects. The implications were enormous. If even a shred of information leaked, not only would the Sword God Sect be completely destroyed, but the entire Ancient Moon Dynasty would not be spared.

"Then you don’t have to say anything," Ye Yun remarked indifferently from the side, arching an eyebrow. He then lightly tapped his finger, and the Elder Sword Saint immediately lowered his head, appearing as if he had fallen asleep. Ye Yun began to search his memories.

A few seconds later, he withdrew his hand, a thoughtful expression on his face.

"Ancestor, who was it?" Jun Moxiao, standing beside Ye Yun, asked anxiously.

"The Shenfeng Dynasty, Shen Heng Sect," Ye Yun said softly, a slight smile playing on his lips. He didn’t tell Jun Moxiao the whole truth. In the Elder Sword Saint’s memory, the mysterious person from the Shen Heng Sect had once inadvertently revealed that the order to deal with the Dragon God Sect came from "those above those above." Counting back two levels, that pointed to a Sky-Level Sect. Directly beneath the Eternal Level was the Heaven Level. Sky-Level Sects were already the paramount powers on the Cangnan Continent. One could say that if the Eternal Level Sects didn’t intervene, this world belonged to the Sky-Level Sects.

A massive Sky-Level Sect, scheming against the tiny, Ordinary-Level Dragon God Sect, persecuting it for ten thousand years... How much karma and hatred must that involve? It seems the 250th Sect Master of the Dragon God Sect provoked a Sky-Level Sect.

Thinking of this, Ye Yun had a plan. So what if it’s just a Sky-Level Sect? In his eyes, they are still as insignificant as ants.

"So it’s the Shenfeng Dynasty..." Jun Moxiao mumbled to himself, a bewildered look on his face. He knew nothing about this Shen Heng Sect of the Shenfeng Dynasty; after all, Jun Moxiao had never even stepped outside the Ancient Moon Dynasty.

"Don’t worry, no one will escape," Ye Yun said with a smile, patting the dazed Jun Moxiao on the shoulder.

Luo Li walked over. "Ancestor, through the Elder Sword Saint’s memories, did you find any trace of our Eldest Senior Sister, Su Wanyi?"

Ye Yun searched the Elder Sword Saint’s memories again, then shook his head and said softly, "Su Wanyi is missing."

"Missing? Does that mean Eldest Senior Sister isn’t dead?" A glimmer of hope dawned on Luo Li’s exceptionally beautiful face. Back then, her eldest senior sister had lured the pursuers away to protect her and their youngest junior brother. Since then, her fate had been unknown. But her eldest senior sister’s cultivation base at the time was only at the ninth level of the Gathering Qi Realm. She wasn’t much stronger than Luo Li. Indeed, she was still a young cultivator at the most basic level of the Gathering Qi Realm. Therefore, Luo Li had always worried: had her eldest senior sister, from whom there was no news, been harmed by those behind-the-scenes manipulators?

Ye Yun pondered. According to the Elder Sword Saint’s memory, Su Wanyi was being hunted and, in her panic, had stumbled into a valley shrouded in white mist. Her pursuers went in to search but found no trace of her.

Thinking of this, Ye Yun said, "Our business here is finished. Let’s go find Su Wanyi."

"That’s wonderful! Thank you, Ancestor!" Luo Li and Jun Moxiao glanced at each other, their faces filled with irrepressible joy.

"Master! I will avenge you!" Zhao Wuji, his face a mask of tragic heroism, raised his sword and roared, "All disciples of the Sword God Sect, listen! The Elder Sword Saint has been harmed by a treacherous villain! Charge and kill him!"

As the new Sect Master of the Sword God Sect, Zhao Wuji held considerable prestige. His shout instantly resonated with many Sword God Sect disciples. In a flash, everyone drew their swords and rushed towards the center of the square.

Ye Yun looked up coolly, his eyes narrowing. His gaze swept over them, and it was as if a powerful shockwave spread out. Instantly, everyone froze on the spot as if under a binding spell, their swords clattering to the ground. Even Zhao Wuji, with the highest cultivation base, was now ice-cold and unable to move, his sword also having dropped.

The Elder Sword Saint, having recovered his senses, witnessed this, his eyes bloodshot, looking as if they might burst, with tears of blood welling. "Senior, could you spare the disciples of my Sword God Sect? I am willing to offer my own life in compensation!" He suddenly knelt, his knees bending to the ground.

"Heh, amusing. When you were harming generations of my Dragon God Sect disciples, did you ever imagine this day would come?" Ye Yun smiled faintly. His voice spread, and the air temperature seemed to drop. Then, he pointed a finger at the ground. "Open!"

A RUMBLE echoed as the earth began to shake. The entire Sword God Sect’s buildings collapsed with a crash, and the ground suddenly caved in. An incredibly vast, pitch-black chasm appeared, abruptly beginning to swallow everything. All the Sword God Sect disciples, including the Elder Sword Saint, fell into the black hole at that moment. Ye Yun and his companions, along with the black carriage, remained suspended in the void above the chasm, completely unaffected.

"The Sword God Sect has persecuted my Dragon God Sect for hundreds of years. From this day forward, you shall be eternally suppressed in Hell, suffering infernal tortures, never to be reincarnated!"

Ye Yun’s cold voice reverberated between heaven and earth. From within the pitch-black chasm, chilling winds howled, thick with Ghost Qi, carrying all sorts of terrifying, mournful cries.