Chapter 698 Report to the Old Ancestor: Zizhen Heard You Were Fighting Over Him

"The battle should be over. Quick, up the mountain!"

"Yes, it’s time to go."

The cultivators at the foot of the mountain realized that no more thunder was falling from the peak. Instantly, their spirits lifted and they all set out.

Along the way, they passed countless mangled remains of the Thunder Demons.

These grotesque monsters had already suffered devastating blows from the golden thunder’s aftermath.

The group moved unhindered and soon reached the summit.

As they arrived, they saw seven Supremes surrounding a single figure in their midst.

"Young friend, come join my Burning Heaven Divine Sect. You control an eternal flame, and we too possess one. It is fate that binds us!"

"Young friend? No, Daoist friend! Daoist friend, my Creation Heaven Sect is better than Burning Heaven. If you join us, you’ll immediately gain prodigy status! You’ve met our Cao Qingwan before—if you wish, you two could even become Dao companions!"

"Ahem, you all fail to see that Daoist Shen has an extremely important role in resisting the demons. He belongs in my Samsara Holy Land."

"Daoist Shen has reawakened the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison. He has rendered my Thunder Prison family great merit. He should stay with us for a time and rest."

"Old Supreme, that’s not right. Resting here or elsewhere is still resting. Our Eastern Li Dynasty, as the foremost of Eastern State’s five great powers, is clearly the best place for him!"

The Supremes bickered fiercely, their faces red, as though they might fight at any moment.

The cultivators watching were dumbstruck.

They were used to seeing Supremes high and aloof, majestic and dignified.

Who would have thought they would behave like this?

Anyone ignorant might mistake them for old grandparents quarreling over a child.

"Ahem…"

Hu Qing, who had been quiet, coughed lightly.

Only then did the Supremes notice Li Cangfeng’s group.

Their expressions shifted.

"Why are you here? Why didn’t you stay obediently at the foot of the mountain?" White Supreme of Creation Heaven Sect barked.

Cao Qingwan forced an awkward smile. "Old Ancestor, we saw the battle atop the mountain end, so we rushed up. We were only worried for your safety."

White Supreme snorted. "What danger could I possibly be in?"

"What did you hear just now?"

Cao Qingwan replied earnestly, "Just now? What just now? My ears aren’t very good, I didn’t hear a thing."

The Supremes of the Eastern Li Dynasty, Burning Heaven Divine Sect, and Samsara Holy Land all turned toward their own prodigies.

Li Cangfeng, Li Yunlong, Sikong Lie, and Sikong Yang were no fools. They instantly understood and declared they had neither seen nor heard anything.

Lei Daoheng glanced at Lei Zizhen, confirming he was unharmed, and asked, "Zizhen, what about you? Did you hear anything?"

Lei Zizhen stood straight. "Report to the old ancestor! Zizhen heard it! You were fighting over him!"

Lei Daoheng, "…"

Everyone, "…"

"Beat him." Lei Daoheng waved his hand.

"I’ll do it for you." Li Yunlong grinned, dragging Lei Zizhen away.

Lei Zizhen was bewildered. "What did I do, what did I do? A man must be honest!"

Moments later, his miserable wails rang out.

"Aiyo! Not the face!"

"Hey, hey, don’t—"

Only then did the cultivators shift their gazes back to the center of the Supremes.

At last, they clearly saw the figure’s face.

Hu Xinyue, Li Yin, and Sikong Lie were all shaken to the core.

They instantly recognized him.

It was the same black-robed cultivator who had repelled the Thundervine Dragon that day, indirectly saving their lives!

Li Cangfeng noticed the change in Li Yin’s expression and asked doubtfully, "What is it?"

Li Yin pointed toward Shen Mo, who was surrounded at the center, and swallowed hard. "It’s him… he’s the one who forced back the Thundervine Dragon and saved my life."

Li Cangfeng was stunned.

He had thought the man was some unfamiliar Supreme.

But to his shock, it was only a Nirvana cultivator!

After a brief moment of astonishment, shame flooded Li Cangfeng.

Just earlier, he had been full of pride, believing that with ninety-nine Dao patterns he was already able to suppress the man.

Who would have thought that this very person was now standing on the mountain peak—

Surrounded by seven Supremes, each striving to draw him into their sect!

What kind of treatment was this?

Li Yunlong, Cao Qingwan, Sikong Lie, and the others also realized the truth at this moment.

Their gazes toward Shen Mo were filled with shock.

Too terrifying.

It was actually him.

Compared to the awe and reverence in others’ eyes, Shi Tianhao’s expression was far more complicated.

He never imagined that the ninth figure standing here would be Shen Mo!

Shi Tianhao knew all too well how terrifying Shen Mo was.

If things had come to this, then the greatest fortune within the Thunder Prison was already his.

His long-laid calculations had come to nothing.

He felt as though a massive stone was lodged in his chest—unable to fall, impossible to lift.

Frustration, suffocation, misery!

This peerless chance within the Thousandfold Thunder Prison should have been his.

His destiny was greater than Li Cangfeng’s and the other prodigies’.

He should have been the true victor!

Shi Tianhao’s emotions fluctuated wildly, even slipping into slight loss of composure.

But at this moment, all attention was fixed on Shen Mo. Almost no one spared a glance at a nameless Nirvana cultivator like him.

Lei Zizhen, freshly beaten, couldn’t help asking, "Old Ancestor, what exactly happened on the mountaintop?"

It was the very question all cultivators longed to know.

Everyone wanted to understand what had occurred.

The endless Thunder Demons, the golden thunder spears pouring down—

Who had summoned them?

Lei Daoheng fell silent for a moment, glancing at the Supremes beside him.

They too remained silent.

"This matter is of great importance and cannot be explained clearly."

"Leave the Thousandfold Thunder Prison for now. We will discuss it later."

Lei Daoheng spoke solemnly.

Lei Zizhen realized he should not press further and only nodded. "Yes."

The prodigies led their followers away.

Before long, the vast Thunder Prison was left with only Shen Mo and the seven Supremes.

White Supreme smiled. "Young friend, have you decided yet? My Creation Heaven Sect’s gates are always open to you."

The other Supremes each offered enticing benefits.

So many benefits that even a Supreme would be tempted.

Yet to win Shen Mo over, they were willing to present them!

The Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame had already recognized its master.

Seizing it was impossible.

The only option was to draw Shen Mo into their own camp.

Especially in the eyes of the Samsara Holy Land, Shen Mo, as the master of the Nine Heavens Divine Thunder Flame, was the true hope against the demons.

Even if another faction dared to strike at him, the Samsara Holy Land would never allow it.

"May I have some time to think on this matter alone?"

Shen Mo cupped his hands toward the fervent Supremes.

"Of course, take your time!"

"Daoist Shen, consider well. This is an important choice!"

None of the Supremes refused; they remained just as eager.

One after another, they departed.

After this battle, they too were heavily wounded and needed rest.

Lei Daoheng then spoke with utmost seriousness. "Young friend, as the Myriad Tribulations Thunder Prison has reawakened through you, on behalf of the Thunder Prison family, I grant you one opportunity to command it."

"This is not recruitment, but a pure gift."

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