Chapter 5342 - 5342: New Beginning

Chapter 5342 - 5342: New Beginning

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Their journey had just begun.

The Original Planet was merely the starting point. Their path was still long but closer to where the dream began.

In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of years had passed.

The Four Great Secret Realms.

The earthly realms.

The wilderness.

The Great Xia Ancient Kingdom!

In a desolate mountain range, a blood-red ceremony was taking place.

Crimson flames rose, making everything in the valley exceptionally eerie.

On the altar, several masked red-robed cultivators were maintaining order.

Because, apart from them, tens of thousands of Dao Lords and countless common cultivators had also gathered here.

And they were the objects of the blood sacrifice.

“Young Sect Master, everything is ready!” the red-robed messenger respectfully said.

A figure hidden in the mountain, a black-armored masked person without any discernible aura, slowly walked out of the void. Just a glance from them made these red-robed attendants tremble in fear.

Although these people had only followed the young master in recent centuries, they were exceptionally fearful of this young master.

Because, within a millennium, this young master had already blood- sacrificed countless Dao Lords, sparing not even the common cultivators, possessing an unpredictable level of strength.

Once, they had instantly killed a tier 2 Emperor, leaving no chance for retaliation.

“Begin!” The voice of the black-armored masked young master was deep, yet ruthlessly cold.

Below, the imprisoned cultivators glared angrily at the crimson-robed steward above, especially upon seeing the black-armored young sect master, their hatred penetrating to the bone.

“You dare imprison me! I am the Ninth Prince of the Great Xia Empire. You are courting death!” A robust and resolute young man roared. Among them, he possessed the strongest strength, already reaching the level of a half- step Emperor.

However, in this place, any random crimson-robed steward was an existence comparable to an Emperor, making them utterly unable to resist.

The young sect master standing at the top heard this and his gaze flickered. It seemed he thought of something amusing again. He lifted his arm slightly, and his finger moved.

The young sect master standing at the top heard this and his gaze flickered. It seemed he thought of something amusing again. He lifted his arm slightly, and his finger moved.

He wasn’t afraid of death; he feared dying and leaving his sister unprotected.

With the sect destroyed, his sister waited for him on the back mountain to return home. But now, he couldn’t go back, never again.

As the divine blood boiled, the young man gradually collapsed onto the altar. Though his strength was weak, his willpower was terrifyingly strong.

Surprisingly, he could fall alongside those cultivators in the great realm.

Plop!

As he fell, in the blurred mix of blood and tears, memories of his childhood flashed before him.

In a small courtyard, his father, a hunter, supported the family by hunting on the mountain. It was a modest but content life, and he was the only son.

During his childhood, his father brought back his sister from the mountains.

“Xiao Fan, you have a sister!”

“Xiao Fan, remember, you’re a man. You must protect your sister and mother.

Come, pick up the knife and continue practicing!’

Later, when wild beasts attacked the village, his parents charged into the horde to protect him and his sister.

“Xiao Fan...”

The two siblings left their hometown, becoming wanderers, begging for survival.

Fortunately, his martial training from childhood allowed him to find work, whether as a laborer or a servant, ensuring they always had something to eat.

But now, without him, what would happen to his little sister?

“Brother, come home!”

When the young man closed his eyes, the final image was of his sister standing at the gate of the small fenced yard, holding a bowl of water, waiting for his return.

People continued to fall in the altar.

Now even the Earth Immortals had fallen, followed by the Heavenly Immortals, and the powerful Dao Lords among the Heavenly Immortals.

The division of strength in the Earthly Realm followed the ancient titles.

Grand Yan Immortals were Immortals in the Earth Realm, and the Mahayana was the Ancestral Realm.

The lord of ordinary people was also a great realm cultivator.

The young master in black armor’s eyes changed, revealing a hint of surprise as he turned to look north.

This scene startled the steward in the red robe.

The young master was fearless, yet even he was surprised.. Could it be that a powerful Emperor had arrived?