Descendants of the Gods

Chen Feng's expression was somewhat grim.

Feng Tengyun's final words were truly a slap in the face.

But he had nothing to say in response.

Su Yan was the group leader of the Heaven-Devouring Club.

This was an undeniable fact.

As for the actions of the Heaven-Devouring Club,

Chen Feng had long heard of them.

He had even experienced them firsthand in his youth.

Due to the global chaos caused by the ancient races,

countless illegal gangs and factions had sprung up like mushrooms after a rain.

Today's Heaven-Devouring Club had developed to an extremely exaggerated extent.

They had branches all over the world.

Across the other three continents, they had absorbed hundreds of thousands of avengers.

They had become the world's number one criminal syndicate.

Even his disciple, Liu Weiwei, during this period,

in order to protect herself and the former students of the Tianxuan Martial Arts Academy,

had established an organization called the Tianxuan Orphans.

However, upon learning that Chen Feng was not dead, they could no longer be considered orphans, so it had now been renamed the Tianxuan Alliance.

Feng Tengyun's words

left both Wang Zun and Chen Feng deeply shaken.

Chen Feng was previously known as the hero of Great Xia.

He believed that during the opening of the Kunlun Mountains, he had experienced many major events.

But compared to Feng Tengyun, the Consul of the Shadow Department of the Martial Arts Association,

he realized how lacking his own experiences were.

Wang Zun also sighed inwardly.

Although he was a Martial Saint,

he had always maintained the mindset of an ordinary citizen.

Enjoying his family's support and the various welfare benefits of Great Xia,

he only cared about studying martial arts every day.

He had never considered how many difficulties were involved in running such a massive nation.

After a long while,

Wang Zun asked one last question.

"If it were you, how would you govern this broken Great Xia?"

This was also a question Chen Feng cared about.

Now, Great Xia only had him and Wang Zun left as Martial Saints.

But neither of them was good at management.

They were completely lost regarding everything that would follow.

Feng Tengyun looked at Chen Feng once more.

"The best method is to hand Great Xia over to me."

"I will call Mi Chuan back to assist me and make Great Xia even more glorious."

"In the future, you two will only need to supervise us."

Wang Zun and Chen Feng were both stunned.

They hadn't expected Feng Tengyun to actually dare to say such a thing.

This was someone who had once helped Zhang Bowen and betrayed Great Xia.

To think he could say such words so calmly now.

Wang Zun remained silent for a long time before turning and leaving.

Chen Feng took a deep breath and also turned to leave.

However, he had to secretly admire the man in his heart.

This Feng Tengyun was indeed a formidable character.

After leaving the prison,

Wang Zun finally sighed and said,

"Feng Tengyun is truly a talent."

"Within the Martial Arts Association, he has no background whatsoever."

"He secured the position of Consul of the Shadow Department entirely through his own strength."

"As for the public position of the Association's President, you should understand even if I don't say it."

Chen Feng nodded silently.

The position of President was completely monopolized by the Nine Great Families.

They took turns holding it.

Meanwhile, the Consul of the Shadow Department had to operate in the dark, using the most direct and ruthless methods to help Great Xia resolve matters that could not see the light of day.

It was considered a truly thankless job.

The people of the Nine Great Families were also sensible; no one fought for this shady position.

Wang Zun continued,

"There is also that Mi Chuan."

"He is a genius from my era."

"Back then, Su Yuanshan was the most dazzling, followed by this Mi Chuan."

"It was only because I advanced to Martial Saint a step ahead of him later on that I managed to suppress Mi Chuan."

Chen Feng listened silently.

He greatly admired experts like Wang Zun.

They were the genuine geniuses.

While he, as a so-called genius, was secretly just someone who relied on cheats.

The Wei family's ancestral estate.

Wei Guangming, dragging his heavily injured body, slowly walked into this forbidden ground of his family.

Now, the courtyard of the ancestral estate had collapsed.

The dilapidated small house where their ancestor lived had also turned into ruins.

Wei Guangming found it truly hard to believe.

That his own ancestor had actually died in battle.

With the ancestor's strength, even if he couldn't win, he shouldn't have died in combat.

If the ancestor wanted to leave, who in this world could have stopped him?

Wei Guangming still remembered that before fleeing the Sacred City,

the elders of the family had instructed that if anything happened in the Sacred City, they should immediately return to the ancestral estate.

Now, he was the only one left to return and investigate the situation.

Right at this moment,

Wei Guangming noticed a golden thread exposed within the collapsed ancestral estate.

Curious, he crouched down and grasped it in his hand.

"Pure gold?"

Wei Guangming was puzzled.

Gold was soft, and making it into a thread made it even easier to snap.

Therefore, he didn't dare to pull it forcefully.

But the next moment,

he felt that the golden thread in his hand was actually slowly devouring his vitality and blood.

Wei Guangming was startled.

The Wei family's ancestral estate had always been a forbidden area for the Wei family.

Unless summoned by the ancestor, ordinary people were forbidden from entering privately.

If an outsider trespassed, they would undoubtedly die.

Now that the ancestor was gone,

he had originally planned to rebuild the ancestral estate and guard the family's secrets here himself.

A secret that even he didn't know.

Looking at the golden thread in his hand at this moment, a thought couldn't help but arise in his mind.

Wei Guangming actively injected his vitality and blood into the golden thread.

With the active injection of vitality and blood,

the golden thread temporarily lost the risk of breaking.

He slowly pulled the golden thread.

As he gradually exerted force,

Wei Guangming was shocked to find that the entire courtyard was moving.

His Adam's apple bobbed as he subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

As he slowly and forcefully pulled,

Wei Guangming was horrified to discover

that the golden thread was actually connected to the entire courtyard.

The more he pulled, the more strenuous it became, but the entire courtyard was rapidly restoring itself.

After a long time,

the collapsed Wei ancestral estate stood tall once again.

It still had that dilapidated appearance.

Wei Guangming never expected

that every brick and tile of the ancestral estate was actually strung together by a single golden thread.

It was like sewing clothes, sewing together a small house.

Wei Guangming held the golden thread with one hand, maintaining the courtyard so it wouldn't collapse,

while walking into that small house.

Inside the dim small house, there was a bed.

There was also a stone table and a stone chair.

Other than that, there were no other furnishings.

However, in the corner of the room, there was a flight of stairs leading underground.

The scene before him had exceeded Wei Guangming's imagination.

He had always thought that this room should enshrine the memorial tablets of the Wei family's ancestors.

He never expected it to look like this.

He continued to infuse vitality and blood into the thread, then slowly walked down the stairs into the tunnel.

After entering the tunnel, because the thread wasn't long enough,

he slowly reduced the supply of vitality and blood, released the golden thread, and let the courtyard collapse once again.

But the further down he went,

Wei Guangming felt an inexplicable sense of palpitation in his heart.

He could clearly feel that his blood flow was somewhat obstructed,

as if it were about to overflow from his body.

Forcibly suppressing this trace of abnormality,

Wei Guangming walked for nearly a hundred meters before reaching the bottom.

He saw skeletons scattered all over the ground, many of which had already crumbled into powder.

One look was enough to tell that they were extremely ancient.

Among them were even some animal bones, though they looked somewhat strange, completely unlike beasts of this era.

Wei Guangming used his phone's flashlight to illuminate the area. When he turned his head, he was suddenly startled.

In his line of sight was a giant bronze coffin gleaming with a metallic luster.

Written on it were nineteen blood-dripping large characters:

Not of my bloodline, touch and you shall die!

If Great Xia falls, open the coffin to destroy the world!

— Wei Tianjun.

Wei Guangming's scalp went numb, his eyes widened, and his breathing completely stopped.

A stormy sea had already surged in his heart.

"Wei Tianjun!"

"Isn't this the legendary last Martial God of the Great Xia!"

The words on the coffin looked as if they had been freshly written with blood.

The scarlet color was extremely vivid.

It exuded an overwhelming sense of oppression.

At the same time, Wei Guangming also felt that his own blood seemed to be on the verge of boiling.