The Holy Capital.
Amidst the ruins.
The presidents of various regional martial arts guild branches arrived one after another.
Upon seeing the state of the Holy Capital.
They couldn't help but gasp in shock.
Almost the entire main urban area had been completely destroyed.
If they wanted to rebuild it, it would be nearly impossible without a few decades of effort.
Of course, what shocked them the most.
Was the prisoners from the Ancient Clan.
The Ancient Clan had been at the height of its power, with over three hundred Martial Saints dominating the world.
Almost everyone had to bow their heads when they saw the Ancient Clan.
Yet, in just one day.
This colossal entity known as the Ancient Clan had been wiped out.
Over three hundred Martial Saints were slain.
The remaining few dozen individuals had all of their cultivation crippled, reduced to mere prisoners.
What awaited them was a public trial.
When the time came, they would face the entire world.
As all the crimes of the Ancient Clan were detailed one by one.
One could easily imagine how miserable the final fate of these people would be.
Regarding the matter of the Ancient Clan's children.
All the members of the martial arts guild sat together in a meeting to discuss it.
Naturally, the final outcome was almost entirely handled according to Chen Feng's words.
This was because Chen Feng was one of the only two remaining Martial Saints in Great Xia today.
In this world where the strong were revered, he possessed absolute authority.
Chen Feng's idea was very simple.
The toddlers who were too young to remember anything.
Would all have their names changed and be sent to orphanages.
No one would be allowed to know their identities as members of the Ancient Clan.
Allowing them to completely become a part of Great Xia in the future.
As for the women and older children.
They would all face life imprisonment.
The rest would be sentenced to death, and the executions would be carried out in front of the whole world.
Yang Honghui and his partner, Grandpa Jin.
Looked at Chen Feng, who sat in the seat of honor, directing the affairs of the nation.
The two of them couldn't help but feel a wave of daze.
Thinking back to the past.
Chen Feng was just a martial arts center master in Jiangcheng City who was constantly surrounded by trouble.
Plagued by endless scandals and rumors all day long.
More than ten years had passed as if it were just yesterday.
That green young man had not only become a hero of Great Xia, but was now the very pillar of the nation.
Grandpa Jin also sighed in his heart.
He finally understood.
Why his own granddaughter was so infatuated with this man.
Nowadays, heaven knew how many women around the world wanted to marry a legendary figure like Chen Feng.
Wang Zun had also arrived at the Holy Capital and was now sitting beside Chen Feng.
Working together to preside over the overall situation for the future of Great Xia.
However, from the beginning to the end of the meeting, Wang Zun did not speak a word.
His expression was somewhat distant.
In just a short span of over ten years.
Great Xia had actually been reduced to such a state.
Even the old monster of the Wei family had died in battle.
Thinking of the Dugu Sword Demon, Wang Zun couldn't help but sigh softly.
From the ambush on Zhang Bowen in Kunlun City to Great Xia unifying the world.
Then the Ancient Clan coming out of seclusion, and finally the Ancient Clan's downfall.
Everything had happened too suddenly.
Making it almost inconceivable.
After the meeting.
Chen Feng sought out Wang Zun alone.
Old man, I have a Vermilion Fruit here.
It can heal your right arm.
The future of Great Xia still needs you to stand guard.
Wang Zun sized Chen Feng up.
He knew that Chen Feng had a particularly good relationship with his own disappointing grandson.
Right now, Wang Hao was still in Kunlun City, supposedly helping Chen Feng look after a troublesome figure.
Moreover, Wang Zun was also shocked by Chen Feng's growth.
At such a young age, he had already reached the cultivation level of a Martial Saint.
Back in the day, when he advanced to Martial Saint at the age of sixty, he was revered as a genius of Great Xia.
Hailed as the youngest Martial Saint of that era.
Looking at the present.
Wang Zun couldn't help but shake his head and laugh at himself.
He felt that his title of the youngest Martial Saint was nothing but a joke.
First, there was Su Yuanshan's daughter, Su Yan, who reached the peak of the Martial Saint realm at a young age.
Then there was Chen Feng, who even participated in the Battle of the Holy Capital.
Although he hadn't seen the battle with his own eyes.
He knew just how intense the fighting in the Holy Capital had been.
Furthermore, Chen Feng's disciples were all monstrously talented.
Coupled with the impact of the opening of Kunlun Mountain.
The cultivation speed of people in the future would inevitably become faster and faster.
Wang Zun smiled with satisfaction:
There is no need, it's just a hand.
You should keep it for yourself, you need the Vermilion Fruit more than I do.
Besides, Great Xia needs young people like you even more.
After Wang Zun finished speaking.
He walked toward the prison where the criminals were held.
Come with me to interrogate an important prisoner!
Wang Zun was going to see someone.
He had many questions he couldn't figure out, and he needed that person to help clear his doubts.
At the same time, he wanted Chen Feng to understand just how complicated it was to manage Great Xia properly.
Feng Tengyun, who was resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened them.
He saw a one-armed old man standing outside the cell.
However, he quickly recognized this person.
Wang Zun.
A prodigy of Great Xia.
And the only person today who had practiced the martial arts technique of Tai Chi to the state of unity between heaven and man.
The young man following behind him was none other than the universally known hero of Great Xia.
I heard the Dugu Sword Demon died in battle?
Feng Tengyun looked at Wang Zun expressionlessly.
Yes!
Wang Zun nodded.
After that, they fell into silence.
Chen Feng just watched quietly from the side, with no intention of interrupting.
He knew that Wang Zun must have had some deep purpose for bringing him here.
After a long time, Wang Zun spoke up:
Feng Tengyun, what exactly are you trying to do?
He had never been able to figure it out.
Why would this former Archon of the Martial Arts Guild's Dark Division.
Suddenly betray Great Xia to help Zhang Bowen and the Ancient Clan emerge from seclusion.
Only to then betray the Ancient Clan, causing their forces to scatter and giving Wei Qianqiu an opportunity to strike.
Feng Tengyun stood up, looked at Wang Zun, and answered calmly:
I want to rebuild the order of Great Xia.
In my plan, the monopoly on power held by the Nine Great Families must be broken.
At the same time, the Ancient Clan's Ageless Everspring Technique is also extremely important to Great Xia.
As long as the Nine Great Families are destroyed, and the Martial Arts Guild takes control of the Ageless Everspring Technique.
The core strength of the Martial Arts Guild will grow stronger and stronger.
With the power of the Ageless Everspring Technique, there will be more and more experts in Great Xia.
Only then can Great Xia truly rule the world.
At that time, no matter how many Zhang Bowens or Ancient Clans emerge, it will be impossible to shake Great Xia.
Wang Zun pondered for a long time.
Then he continued:
But now, Zhang Bowen and the Ancient Clan are gone.
Yet we have a man-eating flood dragon instead.
Feng Tengyun said indifferently:
The Kunlun Blood Sacrifice and the flood dragon's transformation into a true dragon was only a matter of time.
Even if Mi Chuan and I hadn't accelerated it.
The Kunlun Blood Sacrifice would still have been completed along with the struggles between Great Xia and the other three continents.
I merely caused this tribulation for the Ancient Clan to appear ahead of schedule.
As for the small number of people the flood dragon eats every year, it's almost negligible.
As the Archon of the Dark Division, the world I see is far crueler than yours.
The fraction of the death toll caused by the various conflicts on other continents every year would be enough to feed the flood dragon for several years.
Perhaps if I give you a more intuitive set of data, you will understand.
The number of people the flood dragon eats is not even enough to match the number of people the Nine Great Families kill every year.
Even Su Yan's Heaven-Swallowing Club kills more people annually than the flood dragon does.
As he said the last sentence.
Feng Tengyun's eyes turned toward Chen Feng.
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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
