Chapter 667: Chapter 461: The Son of Heaven of This Era, the Ancestral Dao’s Trump Card

The person entering the courtyard was about thirty years old, tall, with long hair like clouds, an extraordinary heroic spirit between his brows, and bright, penetrating eyes. He wore a green and white Immortal Robe adorned with stars, the sun, and moon.

In the courtyard, there were two other people.

One of them was a young boy, kneeling beside a huge green-black sword sharpening stone, completely absorbed.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, slightly thin in stature, dressed in coarse linen. He held a black long sword, ancient in style but with no visible sharpness, which he pushed back and forth on the stone with extreme slowness and stability.

His movements carried an indescribable rhythm, each push seeming to pour in all of his heart and spirit.

Sweat slid down his still juvenile cheeks, dripping onto the stone, instantly evaporating from the high temperature caused by the sword’s friction, making a light hissing sound.

The boy seemed completely unaware of the intruder, his gaze as clear as a newborn sweet spring, reflecting only the sword in his hand and the stone beneath him, discarding all distracting thoughts, showing a sincerity almost akin to Dao.

The sound of the sword blade rubbing against the sharpening stone was monotonous and long, becoming the only sound in the courtyard.

The other person, sitting cross-legged on a peculiar stone not far from the sharpening stone, was in his early twenties, his posture as upright as a pine tree.

He wore a light green robe, his long black hair held with a wooden branch, forming a wood crown, his whole being flowing with a gentle, restrained luster under the twin suns’ glow, like morning dew accumulating on new spring leaves.

His features were handsome, his facial lines neat and clean, his temperament gentle, his pupils as black as lacquer, deep and distant, seemingly containing an infinite night sky, occasionally flashing a glimmer of brilliance like sunrise light, exceptionally dazzling.

Seeing the undisguised shock on Zhao Tingxian’s face, Shang Cangyun slightly raised his eyebrows, curious:

“What news?”

Zhao Tingxian took a deep breath, suppressing the fright in his heart, handed over a message, and spoke in a deep voice:

“This is news from outside, see for yourself.”

[Chu Zheng was spotted in the battlefield of the Immortal Alliance Martial Hall. Upon arriving on the battlefront, he crossed boundaries to strike, beheading the newly appointed Martial Emperor of the Martial Hall, and slaughtered four Divine Martial Heavenly Generals at the Martial Sovereign level.]

[The Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor of the Martial Hall was enraged and stepped in, injuring two Great Immortal Emperors, and tried to capture Chu Zheng. Later, Song Lingxue intervened, single-handedly breaking through the encirclement of the Heavenly Punishment Martial Ancestor and thirty-nine Martial Emperors to rescue him.]

[While being pursued by the Heavenly Punishment, the Moonlight Immortal Ancestor appeared to block his sharpness. Shortly after, Fu Pinglan broke through to attack, but was blocked by Wan Wenfeng. Thereafter, the Dharma Phase of the previous Martial Ancestor manifested, using the Holy Spirit Plate to send Chu Zheng and Song Lingxue into the Vast Universe, and since then, there has been no word of them.]

[Fu Pinglan did not give up and sought coordinates from the Immortal Ancestor Feng Ting, then tore the void to enter the Vast Universe, already crossing the boundary.]

The matters concerning the Ancestral Realm, this news has long spread throughout the Great Universe, with almost all the higher-ups of major forces being well aware.

Compared to Chu Zheng, what shocked Zhao Tingxian more was the existence of Song Lingxue.

Zhao Tingxian was not unfamiliar with Chu Zheng’s first wife. Previously, when he governed the Heavenly Dao, he had already noticed Chu Zheng’s position at birth, and had been observing his movements ever since.

Like Chu Zheng, Song Lingxue was almost someone he watched grow up.

Before Chu Zheng rose to power, the only thing worth noting about Song Lingxue was her extraordinary martial talent.

Apart from that, there was nothing special.

But now, Song Lingxue, with the cultivation of a Martial Emperor, rescued Chu Zheng from the Martial Hall, and even managed to escape alive. Such feats are something even the Ancestral Realm could not achieve.

Since leaving the Chaos Sea until now, Zhao Tingxian had many fortuitous encounters in the Myriad Realms, but his cultivation barely stepped into the realm of an Immortal King.

Yet this couple, hailing from Cangyun, could now slay Martial Emperors. The gap was undeniably large.

Hearing Zhao Tingxian’s words, Shang Cangyun’s brows furrowed slightly as he fell into contemplation.

“For so many years, Chu Zheng has made such a huge commotion, captured by the Heavenly Punishment, trapped in the Martial Hall, yet somehow still managed to escape. He must be the reincarnation of that Ancestral Dao without a doubt.”

Thinking of this, Zhao Tingxian shook his head slightly and couldn’t help but speak: “Back then, he guided my way, he must have been paving the road for his reincarnation in advance, he certainly has penetrated the mysteries of reincarnation and creation, discovering great secrets within, Song Lingxue’s identity should also be extraordinary.”

“This is good news.”

Shang Cangyun, calm and gentle in demeanor, nodded: “Whether Chu Zheng truly is the Ancestral Dao or not, to us, he is more a friend than an enemy.”

All three of them were from Cangyun, not accepted by the Immortal Alliance Martial Hall or Myriad Heavens and Realms, their situations quite similar.

With these thoughts, his gaze shifted to the boy sharpening the sword, eyes flickering slightly:

“To encounter a Son of Heaven in our time was already the greatest fortune one could expect in this life, now adding Chu Zheng, perhaps in this lifetime, our wishes of witnessing the reopening of the cosmic reincarnation might finally be fulfilled.”

Zhao Tingxian’s eyes turned to the boy beside him, his gaze resting on the ancient sword in his hand, a hint of apprehension flashing in his eyes.

At such a young age, already awarded the Sword Ancestor’s sword, bearing half of Heaven’s Fortune, protected by the Ancestor Sword, such great fortune in one individual has not been seen for millennia since ancient times.

If not for Chu Zheng, this young one should have been the brightest prodigy of this era.

“Now that Fu Pinglan and the Heavenly Punishment have crossed the boundary, I’m afraid Chu Zheng might not be entirely safe yet.”

Zhao Tingxian let out a light sigh: “It’s a pity that we cannot help him at this moment.”

“I will send a message into the Vast Universe shortly, to gather some information.”

Having spoken, Shang Cangyun rose, his gaze looking out to the stars, pointing straight towards the boundary:

“Several Ancestral Realm figures have acted, yet could not detain him. In this Great Universe, there should hardly be any creatures capable of threatening Chu Zheng. Let us cultivate diligently and patiently await the opportune moment.”