Chapter 1260 : Great Calamity Approaches, Suwei(Character)

Meanwhile, far away in the Suwei Sea, 2 figures stood facing each other.

1 of them was none other than the revered Ancestor Suwei, whose might shook the Flowing Rivers and 100 Seas, while the other was surprisingly the Eighth Elder of 1000 Dragon Lake—Aoming (Person Name).

Clad in pristine white robes, the formidable figure of Suwei Laozu stood with an imposing aura. His piercing eyes glinted with an icy chill as he regarded the person before him coldly. "This venerable 1 has never had any dealings with the Dragon Clan. In fact, I was once the sworn rival of the Crimson Dragon Ancestor. It is beyond comprehension that your kind would come to offer me assistance."

After so many years apart, Aoming's cultivation had actually advanced further, seemingly breaking through the Half-Step Earth Immortal realm.

Faced with Patriarch Suwei’s inquiry, Ao Ming replied with a calm expression, “That despicable brat from the Return to Ruins slew a prodigious genius of our dragon clan. He bears a deep enmity with us. I have come to aid you in order to avenge our Crimson Dragon Patriarch.”

"Is that so?"

Patriarch Su Wei gave a faint smile before speaking, "I heard that during the celestial battle at the Heavenly Stele Sea, your signature technique—the Heaven Dragon Subduing Demons Sword Array—fell into the hands of the Abyssal Return Daoist."

"On this journey, you surely don't intend to use me to reclaim that Celestial Dragon Subduing Demon Sword Formation, do you?"

Ao Ming’s face darkened upon hearing this, and his tone turned icy. “That Eldrin is no 1 to underestimate. His 5-Colored Divine Light can suppress all manner of magical treasures. If you truly face him, victory is far from guaranteed.”

"I am well aware," Patriarch Suwei nodded, his expression 1 of genuine approval. "For this individual to have escaped the Crimson Sun Blessed Land, it is evident that he is truly no ordinary opponent."

"However, my White Tiger Clan has always mastered the art of celestial slaughter. How could we possibly be restrained by a mere 5-Colored Divine Light? This old man naturally has means to subdue him." "Oh, really?"

Ao Ming let out a cold sneer before speaking, "If you refuse this lord's assistance, then I shall depart at once."

"You flatter me."

Patriarch Su Wei’s eyes glimmered faintly before he finally smiled and said, “That old coot Chi Long possessed strength no weaker than my own. Even if his power has not fully recovered since reincarnation, he should not have been so easily slain by just anyone.”

"That brat from the Abyss actually managed to kill the reincarnation of the Crimson Dragon. It seems he truly has some tricks up his sleeve."

At this point, Patriarch Suwei looked at Ao Ming and asked, "I merely wish to know if you've come alone to assist me, or if the 1000 Dragon Lake will join forces in this endeavor."

Ao Ming, however, let out a hearty laugh before shaking his head with a cold sneer. "It’s time you learned," he said, "that after the Glazed Paradise entered the tribulation, both the Sun God Clam and the Starry Clam—2 9 Heavens Clams at the half-step Earth Immortal realm—have departed for the Sea of Returning Ruins."

"If only the 2 of us were to go, we might very well face calamity and be forced to reincarnate."

Patriarch Su Wei’s expression shifted slightly, revealing a trace of astonishment. The Sun God Shell, backed by the Glazed Divine Lord, possessed strength and methods no less formidable than his own. It was 1 of the most likely candidates in the Flowing Stream 100 Seas to break through to the Earth Immortal realm.

If he were to venture into the Sea of Returning Abyss alone, he would likely find himself unwittingly falling victim to the heavenly tribulation.

At this thought, he asked with lingering fear, "In that case, would 1000 Dragon Lake mobilize all its forces?"

"Not so."

Ao Ming shook his head and spoke, "Our 1000 Dragon Lake has received orders from the Western Abyss Dragon Palace to assist the Heaven Slayer Clan in conquering the 100 Rivers and Seas."

"Now that the Elders have entered their tribulation and are preparing to lead troops to besiege the Azurestream Ancient Sect, it is difficult for them to spare too much power."

"Fortunately, after my persuasion, they still dispatched 3 Half-Step Earth Immortal Elders to assist us."

At this point, Ao Ming's gaze turned slightly cold as he said, "However, this battle must be resolved swiftly, lest it delay the timing of breaching the Greenriver Ancient Sect."

Upon hearing these words, Patriarch Su Wei's gaze flickered with subtle movement.

As a top-tier Half-Step Earth Immortal on the verge of breaking through to the Earth Immortal realm, he naturally understood the formidable strength of the Azure River Ancient Sect.

The Qingchuan Ancient Sect was the third greatest blessed land in the Flowing Rivers and 100 Seas, originally home to a total of 4 Earth Immortals and 6 Half-Step Earth Immortals.

However, after the battle at the Crimson Sun Blessed Land, Daoist Qingyu—1 of the 3 Supreme Elders of the Ancient Azure Stream Sect—had fallen. Along with him, 3 Half-Step Earth Immortals also perished, leaving the sect’s top-tier combat strength diminished by nearly 1-quarter.

The Azure Stream Sect was now forced into the tribulation. With 3 Earth Immortal ancestors ascending within the sect, the strongest among them—the Ancient Patriarch of Azure Stream—had reached the Sixth Level of Earth Immortal Realm. This made them a foundational pillar of humanity across the 100 Seas of Flowing Rivers.

Once the Greenstream Ancient Sect is annihilated, the Heaven Slaughter Clan and the Western Abyss Dragon Court will have taken a major step toward completing their scheme in the Flowing River 100 Seas.

However, the Azure River Sect still had 3 Supreme Elders, and their blessed land had been cultivated for tens of millions of years to suppress the sect’s fortune. Destroying it was far from easy.

Even for the 1000 Dragon Lake, whose might shakes the Western Qi Divine Abyss Sea, destroying the Ancient Azure Stream Sect would be no easy feat. They would have to dispatch their entire force, leaving none behind, to have even a sliver of hope of breaching the Ancient Azure Stream Sect's defenses.

Under such circumstances, it had taken Ao Ming’s utmost persuasion to mobilize 4 Half-Step Earth Immortals from 1000 Dragon Lake.

At this thought, Patriarch Suwei’s gaze darkened slightly as he said, “After the destruction of the Return-to-Void Blessed Land, I want the Dao Origin transformed from the Return-to-Void Daoist.”

His Dao Origin?

Ao Ming’s gaze sharpened slightly before he spoke, “That whelp of the Returning Abyss possesses the foundation of a Great Luo. His Dao Origin is likely no less than a supreme-grade Dao Origin.”

“You have quite the scheme, eyeing this object. Why not go after Daybreak Ji’s Dao Origin instead?” Patriarch Suwei sneered coldly, then spoke with indifference, “Both the Daybreak Divine Clam and the Stellar Clam belong to the Glazed Sanctuary. Unlike the 1000 Dragons Lake, I have no such formidable backing behind me. I dare not risk enraging the Glazed Divine Lord.”

"Their Dao Origins, this old ancestor dare not take."

"Hmph!" Ao Ming let out a cold sneer before speaking. "Fair enough. I'd forgotten you're merely a lone rogue demon."

"You fear the Glazed Divine Lord, but our 1000 Dragon Lake has no such fear."

"When the great calamity ends and the Western Abyss Dragon Palace establishes the True Dragon Realm, how could our dragon clan ever be touched by the mere Immortal Clam tribe?"

With that, Aoming said no more.

He gazed toward the distant boundless sea, where amidst the vast expanse of waters, countless demon tribes and ferocious beasts had gathered. Their numbers stretched beyond the horizon—far more than hundreds of millions upon trillions.

Seeing this, Patriarch Suwei also gave a slight nod, his sleeves swaying gently as he slowly brushed them aside.

"Go, let the humans witness what a true beast tide entails."

In an instant, dozens of demon immortals in the Suwei Sea Region understood the tacit command. They drove countless great demons and boundless ferocious beasts forward, surging toward the distant sea like a cataclysmic tsunami that shook the heavens and earth.

Heaven and earth quaked, the seas trembled.

An endless expanse of great demons converged into an oceanic tide that swept across heaven and earth, while shrimp soldiers and crab generals rode forth on treasure ships that pierced the skies. As far as the eye could see, the legions stretched for tens of millions of miles—their numbers beyond reckoning, exceeding trillions upon trillions.

At the edge of the Voidsea, countless cultivators stood guard on the celestial islands. Some gripped immortal swords and spirit talismans, while others manned Dao Pattern Cannons. Yet as they gazed upon the boundless tide of beasts in the distance, faint pallor crept across every face.

"Beast tide... How could there be such a massive beast tide?"

Faced with such a multitude of great demons and ferocious beasts, countless cultivators turned deathly pale.

Even the supreme Nascent Soul Dao Lords of the mortal realm now trembled with hands shaking uncontrollably, a bone-chilling coldness creeping through their entire beings.

Chapter 1: The Prodigy's Fall The mountain mist coiled like ancient serpents, shrouding the Qingyun Sect's training grounds in ethereal silence. Ling Feng stood at the edge of the Cliff of Lost Dreams, his white robes fluttering like torn pages in the wind. "30-2 1000 spirit stones," he whispered, the number tasting like ash in his mouth. "All gone." Below him, the Endless Abyss echoed with the whispers of fallen immortals. 3 years ago, he had been the sect's brightest disciple, the 1 who mastered the 9 Revolutions Profound Art in mere 10 years. Now, his dantian shattered, he was but a mortal clinging to the remnants of his former glory. "Senior Brother Ling." A cool voice pierced through the mist. Su Lian, in her azure gown, approached like a winter plum blossom. "The Sect Master has decreed - you must leave before the next moonrise." Ling Feng's knuckles turned white. "And my Li Fire Sword of the Returning Abyss?" "Confiscated," she said without meeting his eyes. "Compensation for the destroyed cultivation resources." The wind howled, carrying memories of better days. He remembered the ancestral hall where he'd first received the sword, its blade singing with primordial fire. Now, it would belong to another - probably that new prodigy from the Zhao family who'd taken his place. "Tell the Sect Master," Ling Feng said, his voice steady despite the storm within, "that I need but 3 days." Su Lian's jade-like features tightened. "The elders won't permit-" "3 days," he repeated, turning to face the gathering storm clouds. "What difference does it make to wait 3 days when I've already wasted 3 years?" As she departed, Ling Feng reached into his tattered sleeve. His fingers closed around the cold, circular object he'd found in the forbidden archives. The Mystic Devourer Seal - an artifact so dangerous the sect had sealed it away for millennia. "Either this ends me," he murmured to the raging winds, "or it remakes me." Thunder rumbled in the distance, the first drops of rain beginning to fall like heaven's tears. Somewhere in the valley, a lone phoenix cried, its song both elegy and promise.