I'm in Shrouding the Heavens Practicing Eternal Life

"The Flying Tide Clan has come to pay respects!"

This greeting caused several disciples of the Source King lineage to cough up blood. Then, one of them stepped forward and shouted, "Distinguished guests have arrived, but is the esteemed Source King Clan only sending these kinds of people to greet them?"

This group of ancient beings had actually come with a group of humans, led by the humans.

The eldest son of the Source King walked out, and was about to reprimand the juniors who had coughed up blood, but his heart trembled when he saw the extraordinary aura of the ancient beings.

"That's right. These are important figures from the Flying Tide Clan. They've come today not to offer condolences to your father, but to help you manage the Source Mines."

That person spoke eloquently, "After all, the Source King is gone, and none of you descendants are capable. How can you protect this family business? Now, the esteemed figures of the Flying Tide Clan are willing to help you manage this industry…"

"Nangong Tai, what do you mean by this!" The eldest son of the Source King couldn't listen anymore and interrupted directly.

"I'm doing this for your own good. Can you protect this family business?" The old man named Nangong Tai sneered, "What kind of world is this now? Even if the Source King were still here, could he compare to the ancient Ancestral Kings?"

Ancestral King!

These two words carried enough weight to make people's breathing slow down, because they were equivalent to human saints.

In this era, even Kings who had severed the Dao were rare, let alone saints. Every saint possessed the power to erase a family, and only the ancient aristocratic families with Emperor Weapons could resist.

And they were just a small family that had recently lost the protection of their ancestor.

Someone came to plot their family property just after their father passed away, and they even brought ancient clansmen. These Source Masters were very clear about the power of the ancient clansmen; even the Source King didn't dare to provoke them.

But thinking that there was still a great figure visiting in the clan at this moment, the eldest son of the Source King felt relieved and retorted, "When did your Nangong family become dogs for others? And for some ancient clansmen who came out of nowhere? You're really disgracing us Source Masters!"

The Nangong family was one of the Source Master families, skilled in Source Arts. Although they hadn't reached the Source Earth Master realm, they were outstanding among ordinary people. Even ordinary holy lands had to ask for their help when things happened.

Nangong Tai's expression changed drastically, and even the ancient beings couldn't help but glare.

"How dare you despise my Flying Tide Clan!"

A loud roar, the sound waves like a giant wave destroying a city, pressed towards the eldest son of the Source King. The speaker was the leading ancient being. When it roared, fin-like things on both sides of its head opened, like ears.

A large number of Source Art patterns surged out of the Source King's palace, resisting the attack. The two forces canceled each other out, surprisingly evenly matched.

The eldest son of the Source King was secretly shocked. This was the Source Art Formation set up by his father, the Source King, before his death. Even the attacks of ordinary Great Experts would be worn away by the counterattacking formation, but this ancient being could block it, and even be evenly matched. It was at least a Saint Lord-level figure.

Here, they occupied the geographical advantage, but these ancient beings dared to come, surely they were very confident in their strength.

"Interesting, is this the Source Art of the Source King?"

The Flying Tide Clan's ancient being stretched out its arm covered with silver-cyan scales and grabbed towards the eldest son of the Source King. In an instant, the entire Source King's palace was shaking. The sky screen supported by Source Art resisted in front, but it trembled like a curtain, stirred and twisted by the ancient being's hand.

"Hey, let me help you."

Another ancient being attacked, and the Source Art sky screen fluctuated even more violently. Two palms were about to reach in, tearing apart the heavy sky screen and breaking through layers of Source Art formations. The Source King's arrangement couldn't stop them.

From these two beings, the eldest son of the Source King felt the pressure he felt when facing his father.

The two who attacked were actually Kings who had severed the Dao. Was this the foundation of the ancient clans?

The other forces who came to offer condolences couldn't help but sigh. The ancient clans had many experts. They were sealed from the distant past to the present. They were prosperous and flourishing in their era, unlike them, who cultivated arduously under the suppression of the Qing Emperor's Dao, and even severing the Dao was extremely difficult. Great Experts were the strongest conventional combat power.

The situation was very obvious. The death of the Source King made all parties greedy for the family business accumulated by the Source King. After all, in the past era, a combat power like the Source King was more than enough to run rampant compared to the existence of Kings who had severed the Dao. He had seized many Source Mines, and because of his exquisite Source Arts, he had also found many Source Mines himself. Each Source Mine would provide the family with a constant stream of resources, accumulating considerable wealth.

Although the Source King lineage had no other outstanding experts besides the Source King, and the population was not prosperous, they were very rich. However, wealth without matching martial power, coupled with the troubled times when the ancient clans were born, brought disaster.

Now that the Source King was dead, let alone the ancient clans, even they had come with the idea of dividing the Source King's inheritance.

Making trouble at someone's funeral?

This was nothing. They had no psychological pressure at all, only worried that they would not be able to grab a big piece of the cake.

As for the ancient clans, other forces, especially those with Emperor Weapons, didn't take them too seriously. No matter how strong the ancient clans were, they couldn't contend with Emperor Weapons.

Therefore, they were also watching coldly. If the ancient clans were as tyrannical as before, killing people at every turn, and the Source King lineage disappeared, they would immediately go back and bring their men to seize the mining area.

This was the reality of the cultivation world.

…

Luo Mo, who was searching for the Golden House in the Source King's manual and formulating a treasure hunt route, was very dissatisfied with the shaking of the palace. He stomped his foot, and the Source Heaven patterns spread out, covering and evolving the Source Art patterns of the Source King. Golden original brilliance patterns were branded on the earth, spreading out from him like a tide.

A hundred-meter-high wave actually surged out of the palace, all of which was the golden power of the origin of heaven and earth. In the waves, dense Source Heaven patterns could be seen. This was an ocean of runes, spreading out, stabilizing the universe, and suppressing the universe. In an instant, the world was at peace.

The Flying Tide Clan retreated violently, but they couldn't outrun the speed of Source Art. Heavy Source Art waves slapped on them like a wave, forming layers of seals, suppressing all their divine power fluctuations, and imprisoning them in place like rotten wood and dead stones.

"This, what kind of power is this? Nangong Tai, what is this!"

The ancient beings panicked a little, because the Source Heaven patterns branded on them were different from the previous Source King patterns. They were more powerful and overbearing to the extreme, directly sealing their divine power fluctuations. With their cultivation, they actually felt that their Secret Realms such as the Wheel Sea Dao Palace Four Extremes Transformation Dragon Sendai were all silent, and their divine power was like stagnant water. No matter how they called, they couldn't stir up a single wave.

"This… is this the Immortal Sealing Six Seals?"

Nangong Tai was also uncertain, but he felt that it was very similar to the legendary supreme Source Art of the Source Heaven Master lineage: the Immortal Sealing Six Seals.

This secret technique, with its lofty conception, claiming to be able to seal even immortals, was indeed extraordinary. With one move, it sealed two Kings who had severed the Dao and several Great Expert realm ancient beings.

"What the hell is this? Quickly find a way to unlock it!" The ancient being roared at Nangong Tai.

"I, I can't do it."

Nangong Tai looked embarrassed, because this was the secret technique of the Source Heaven Master lineage. If there were no accidents, the heir of the Source Heaven Master, Luo Mo, should be here.

That was a Source Master with the combat power of a Saint, recognized by the human Saint Jiang Taixu himself. He was currently the undisputed number one in the Source Art world. It was really looking up to him to let him unlock Luo Mo's Immortal Sealing Six Seals.

Luo Mo held the Source King's manual in one hand and a compass in the other, his eyes falling on the pages, as if there was something very attractive to him on it.

"It's Luo Mo!"

"This is a Saint!"

"A Saint of Source Arts!"

…

The other forces who came to offer condolences were immediately excited when they saw Luo Mo.

These days, Luo Mo's name had spread, because he was recognized by the human Saint Jiang Taixu, and his status directly reached the noble Saint level. If he walked outside, he would be more noble than the Holy Lords of the major holy lands.

Yaochi's joy was self-evident, and other forces were extremely envious, eager to find ways to win them over.

Several Primordial creatures from the Flying Tide Clan shuddered.

A Saint?

Wasn't it said that the world was difficult, and the number of Saints in the Human and Demon races was scarce? How could they be so lucky as to encounter one?

Can Source Arts be cultivated to become a Saint?

"There is retribution for cause and effect. They hurt people, and you should return the favor."

From Luo Mo's Eight Trigrams Plate flew an Extreme Dao Clear Light, exuding a medicinal fragrance, which entered the bodies of the disciples who had been injured by the Primordial creatures at the beginning. Their injuries were quickly repaired, and they were as good as new in a few breaths.

"Yes!"

The cultivation of those who were injured was not high. They were old, only at the Dragon Transformation realm. Their Shrouding Heaven cultivation was not strong.

But now that Luo Mo was backing them up, their courage suddenly grew.

The Primordial creatures were fixed in place, able only to glare angrily, their fish eyes almost popping out.

"How dare you!"

It roared, but the next second, a slap landed on its face with a 'smack'.

"What wouldn't we dare!"

After a moment, the disciple who slapped it trembled slightly.

Too hard. His cultivation was weak, and hitting the Primordial creature's scaly face only made his own hand ache.

The Flying Tide Clan creature was furious, but Luo Mo's gaze swept over at this moment, like a river of Taiyin Divine Water, submerging its anger.

That pair of eyes could directly see into the depths of the soul, making it tremble, as if the most evil demon resided in that body, and the fire of its heart dimmed because of this one glance.

The Flying Tide Clan creature's heart jolted, and it quickly averted its gaze, not daring to meet Luo Mo's eyes, but its heart was extremely frustrated, and it couldn't help but say to the disciple who hit it: "What's the use? Even if I stand here and let you hit me, only you will be hurt. How dare such a weak existence humiliate me? In the future, I will definitely kill you!"

It cast its gaze down at Luo Mo's feet, not daring to look directly at the eyes that buried the heart demon, and spoke harshly: "The Flying Tide Clan has remembered today's events. When our clan's Ancestral Kings awaken, we will definitely demand it back!"

"Our clan has more than one Ancestral King. When they awaken, they will definitely come to pay a visit again!"

"That's right, you all wait!"

The Primordial creatures were not convinced.

A Human Saint was indeed terrifying, but that was only for them. When their clan's Ancestral Kings were born, they would definitely wash away today's shame.

Luo Mo smiled when he heard this, then put away the Source King's Handbook and the Eight Trigrams Plate. Some divine bronze appeared in his palm, and Dao fire also emerged, instantly refining several arm-length bronze command tokens, which he threw out, landing in the hands of those disciples.

"Your cultivation is weak, so you must repay a hundredfold."

Since you like to play so much, then I'll play with you, play enough for a hundred times.

"What?!"

"You still want these weak guys to hit us?"

The Primordial creatures dared not act presumptuously in front of the Saint of the Human race, but Luo Mo's order for these disciples with low cultivation to hit them was like pressing them into the mud and trampling them, shattering their pride. After all, in the Primordial Era, the Human race was nothing more than blood food, slaves, how could they dare to rise above them?

Smack!

The bronze token struck out, like slapping fish belly, scales shattered, skin torn, and fangs flew out.

"Ah—"

The miserable screams pierced the clouds and echoed far away.

The bronze token casually refined by Luo Mo contained secret power, striking a Dao-severing King as if striking a mortal. The so-called powerful body of the Primordial race was of no use at all.

The disciples of the Source King lineage were very obedient. Luo Mo said to repay a hundredfold, and they struck directly, wielding the arm-length bronze tokens with the sound of wind, beating a group of Flying Tide Clan Primordial creatures until their flesh and blood flew, their heads almost rotten, and they wailed miserably.

The power on the bronze token was not only aimed at the physical body, but also at the divine sense, piercing the heart and soul, and even an iron spirit could not withstand it.

After all, Luo Mo had only replicated some of the pain he suffered every moment, containing spiritual imprints in the magic weapon. These Primordial creatures were lucky to be the first to taste it.

He just didn't expect them to be so unbearable. Their cries were so miserable, echoing for dozens of miles. Each of them cried more sadly than if their parents had died. You must know that Luo Mo was enduring such pain at all times. As he used the True Spirit Seal more and more, the level of pain accumulated to a terrifying degree.

However, he was progressing gradually, the pain increasing step by step, while these Primordial creatures were in place in one step, experiencing the spiritual imprint of Luo Mo's current level of pain, almost not dying directly from the pain, their souls seemed to be peeled, shredded, chopped, crushed, deep-fried, and burned, suffering all kinds of pain.

Unaware onlookers saw several Dao-severing realm Primordial creatures crying like this, their screams miserable, shaking their heads in their hearts, secretly thinking that they had no demeanor of a king at all, simply losing the face of a Dao-severing powerhouse.

Isn't it just being slapped until your skin is torn? How painful can it be?

However, the more they looked, the more wrong it felt, because they were about to be beaten to death.

Some people watched in horror, especially the Nangong family led by Nangong Tai. They had finally latched onto such a thigh as the Flying Tide Clan, but they didn't expect to kick an iron plate before they could reap any benefits. They didn't know how to end it.

They were uneasy, afraid that these Primordial creatures of the Flying Tide Clan would be beaten to death, in which case their situation would be very bad. Therefore, they were full of thoughts, and their thoughts fluctuated violently, which was extremely conspicuous in Luo Mo's perception, thus attracting Luo Mo's attention.

These people, they were the ones who led the Primordial race here, right?

A wisp of Luo Mo's divine sense flew out through his eyes, capturing some memory fragments. Those were the memory fragments of the Nangong family using the power of these Flying Tide Clan Primordial creatures to extort and blackmail during this time, frantically reaping benefits.

The Flying Tide Clan was not the most powerful royal family among the Primordial creatures, and they had ancient imperial weapons to suppress their foundation, so they were afraid of some powerful forces of the Human race. Therefore, they accepted the Nangong family, allowing the Nangong family to exist as hounds, looking for suitable targets for them, those targets who had wealth but no Saints, no Dao-severing Kings, and were not related to imperial weapons.

During this time, they had already colluded to extort several small and medium-sized forces. Those who resisted had already been exterminated.

How ugly.

"I don't like human traitors."

Luo Mo's words sentenced them to death.

As soon as he finished speaking, dragon energy and Source Heaven patterns涌涌涌出 from the ground, evaporating them into ashes in a sea of light and flames. They didn't even have time to leave a last word.

This decisive handling made the people who came to mourn feel their scalps tingle. A Source Art master with the battle power of a Saint seemed to be in a bad mood, directly raising his hand and erasing the elites of a Source Art family, disappearing from this world, with the background music being the miserable howls of the Primordial creatures.

This scene made them噤若寒蝉. After all, not many people came to mourn sincerely, and they all had their own ideas.

The disciples of the Source King lineage were very obedient. They said to repay a hundredfold, not one more or one less, and stopped when they had enough.

After the Immortal-Binding Six Seals were lifted, several Primordial creatures slumped to the ground with a 'plop'. The double pain on their bodies and souls made them unable to stand steadily, and their divine senses were blurred.

Even though their bodies were strong, their faces were still like two bloody rags, and the wounds could not be immediately healed.

"Get out of here. I will visit your Flying Tide Clan. Remember to bring the message to your Ancestral Kings and have them wait."

Causal threads had already been generated and entangled.

If they were allowed to go back, how many Human race people would they kill to vent their anger?

After their Ancestral Kings awakened, what kind of inhumane things would they do?

Luo Mo twisted the illusory causal threads with his fingers, weaving them into the result he wanted, just like when he destroyed the Hand God Dynasty's Mortal World back then.

Their lives only had the length from here to the Flying Tide Clan left.