Rewrite My Fate to Become the Daoist Ancestor

Chapter 239: Chapter 229: You Little Immortal, You Have No Idea How Terrifying the Celestial Court Is!

"What just happened?!"

Xu Xingchen’s pupils suddenly contracted.

His eyes saw a blur, and Wen Tao was suddenly sent flying backward? Could it be that the Master still had some tricks left?

But Wen Tao is a Nascent Soul Cultivator, and none of the A-level investigators from the Relevant Departments have the power to knock back a Nascent Soul with a single strike. Unless the Master or the Celestial Master personally came.

The scene fell silent for a moment, with a gentle breeze passing by, leaving the surroundings empty of people.

It wasn’t the Master.

Xu Xingchen was stunned and turned his head abruptly in Zhang Wei’s embrace, looking toward the scholar advisor who had remained silent on the side.

Ning Xunqiu responded with a gentle smile.

Was it really him?!

A surge of incredulous shock rose in Xu Xingchen’s heart.

"No, are you serious?!" Xu Xingchen swallowed the blood bubbling up in his throat and looked up with difficulty at Zhang Wei.

Zhang Wei paused slightly, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness: "I warned you before, but you just wouldn’t believe it. You must know that the teacher is also an S-Class Ability User; Wen Tao is nothing in his eyes."

The power of a Cultivator is notoriously difficult to challenge across realms.

Above the Nascent Soul is Divinity Transformation, and the teacher is an Immortal, with two whole realms of difference between Wen Tao and an Immortal, worlds apart.

Hearing this, Xu Xingchen’s breathing stopped involuntarily. He looked intently at Ning Xunqiu, who appeared calm and composed, marveling internally: "Mr. Ning, truly an extraordinary person!"

At the same time, he grew curious about Ning Xunqiu’s identity since Ning Xunqiu showed no magical power fluctuations when he made his move, suggesting a high probability of not being a Cultivator.

Aliens, despite coming from different worlds, form their own self-contained systems.

Yet it’s universally acknowledged that the Celestial Court and the Main God are the most powerful cross-world forces, followed by the Cultivators, Demon Cultivators, and other beings from their worlds.

As for other worlds, their power is generally average, with typical limitations, not worth mentioning.

However, in the past seven years, there has been an annual awakening of "Aliens," and another top powerhouse from another world doesn’t seem so unusual.

So.

Who is he?

Chen Wenjie practices the renowned Golden Light Secret Skill of the Celestial Master Sect, combined with his extraordinarily strong flesh body, taking on the role of tank and strong attacker in the team in a natural manner. At this moment, his condition is clearly much better than Xu Xingchen’s.

"Couldn’t clearly see his move, just a single strike."

He looked at Wen Tao lying motionless on the ground, a chill spreading in his heart, "Besides Master Zhao and the Master, there are hidden aliens in this world like this... I wonder which mysterious world he comes from."

Ning Xunqiu glanced thoughtfully at Zhang Wei and Xu Xingchen, having not made a move earlier, only attempted a small experiment. He was watching all along, knowing that even if Xu Xingchen and the others were farther away, their lives wouldn’t be in peril.

Yet they ended up right beside him and Zhang Wei...

Interesting.

Child of Destiny? Or perhaps...

Ning Xunqiu’s eyes flashed with light.

[Zhang Wei, Reincarnator, a Defender General in Baozhou City from his past life, D-level Investigator in the Relevant Departments, Main God’s Apostle with a concealed identity, true name lost, world has rebooted 30,000 times...]

"Information unchanged."

Ning Xunqiu adjusted his glasses, pondering.

"Cough, cough!"

On the other side, Wen Tao felt waves of intense pain rolling over him.

He heard the conversation between Zhang Wei and Xu Xingchen by his ear, and his gaze couldn’t help but fixate on the S-Class Ability User.

That man wore glasses, exuding a calm and reserved temperament, with neatly cropped hair, dressed casually, appearing to be around thirty years old. Though not particularly handsome, he was very agreeable to look at.

He seemed deep in thought, emitting a certain teacher-like aura that made it hard to associate him with a powerful S-Class Ability User.

Just then, as if recalling something, he gently adjusted his glasses, a subtle and profound smile tugging at his lips.

That smile tightly grasped Wen Tao’s heart as if an invisible giant hand was squeezing it.

"You, you are..."

Wen Tao opened his mouth with difficulty, his voice carrying an undeniable tremor.

The smile instantly opened the door deep within Wen Tao’s heart to fear.

A terrifying figure grew taller and taller, reaching the heights of a mountain, blocking out the sky and sun, pressing down on him until he could scarcely breathe.

"Li, Li Li..."

Wen Tao’s face turned pale as paper, slowly looking up, lost in a haze, as though transported to the deepest part of his memories.

"Li Yanzhi!!!!"

A shout like thunder roared and shook the heavens as Wen Tao snapped his eyes open, looking ahead.

There, thirteen towering Thousand-Foot Dharma Bodies stood majestically, dignified and solemn. Surrounding them, an ocean of cultivators, both young and old, emitted a daunting and powerful aura, with Golden Core Stage and above powerhouses numerous beyond count.

Tens of thousands of high-tier Cultivators gathered, forming a spectacular scene rare throughout the ages in the Cultivation Realm.

Among this crowd, Wen Tao, inconspicuous, mingled with his Golden Core and Nascent Soul friends, brimming with spirit, chatting and laughing. The cultivators around them formed a never-ending torrent.

Wen Tao’s gaze was steady, knowing that anyone who dared stand before the torrent of the Thirteen Sects would inevitably be ruthlessly swept away and shattered.

After today, they would be the most powerful force in the Cultivation Realm!

On the peak of a mist-enshrouded mountain, a clean and neat young man stood quietly.

He wore a loose cyan Daoist Robe, with a toy-like Wooden Sword hanging from his waist, his gaze casual and indifferent, as if nothing in the world could catch his eye. He slowly scanned the surroundings, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"What if I said no?" the young man’s voice was very light.

"Divine Monarch, we only ask for a slim chance of survival. As long as you cease and make peace, our disciples of the Thirteen Sects are all willing to do your bidding," one of the Thousand-Foot Dharma Bodies spoke after a brief silence.

"Your Divine Techniques are unmatched, we are humbled. But here are tens of thousands of high-tier Cultivators; before your Magical Power runs out, you might not be able to annihilate us!"

Wen Tao was stunned. Why does the tone of a Divinity Transformation powerhouse seem so subdued?

Facing Yunwu Mountain, Lingxiao Pavilion, Celestial Master Sect, there are merely three Divinity Transformation powerhouses, what if they are called Divine Monarchs?!

No, sir, you said it wrong!

He really wanted to correct the words of the Divinity Transformation powerhouse in his heart.

"If mere numbers can twist my will and hinder my path to the Dao, then why cultivate?"

On the mountain peak, a faint smile appeared on the young man’s face as he slowly drew the Wooden Sword from his waist.

"Those who are my enemies, step forward."

Even though his tone was not sharp at all, the Nascent Soul Cultivators present couldn’t help but fall silent, even collectively retreating a step, no one dared to act rashly.

"Fellow Daoists, do not fear, each of us with a Magical Artifact can overwhelm Li Yanzhi!"

Next to him, a Nascent Soul Ancestor raised his arm and shouted.

All the cultivators displayed their ultimate skills, spiritual light surged like a tide, sweeping towards the youth.

Accompanied by a deafening thunder, the world was instantly filled with dense Curse Seals, like a Heaven and Earth Net, enveloping the space so tightly that not even the wind could pass through.

Cries of misery rose one after another, blood mist spread, blocking the sky and covering the sun.

"This isn’t right..."

In the center of the battlefield, Wen Tao drew his sword and looked around, his heart filled with confusion.

He didn’t dare to act recklessly.

On one side, an old man holding thunder was blazing with golden light above his head, slaying all Golden Core and Nascent Soul beings in his path.

On the other side, a middle-aged man wielded interwoven wind, fire, thunder, and lightning, his Magic was vast and boundless. Above the sky, Curse Seals were densely packed, like a Heaven and Earth Net, leaving no escape for the Nascent Soul Cultivators.

But that youth, with his own strength, battled against thirteen Divinity Transformation powerhouses.

Soon, a massive head fell from the sky, crashing before Wen Tao with a roar, splattering a mist of blood, instantly claiming several unfortunate lives.

Wen Tao trembled violently, terror and despair intertwined in his heart.

"Tao’er, we’ve lost, we’ve lost! The Divine Monarch has gone mad with killing, we must leave quickly, or it’ll be too late!"

His father’s face was crazed, dragging him to flee everywhere, avoiding the terrifying heads falling from the sky, narrowly escaping each time.

Until they ran straight into a young man holding a long sword, his clothes unstained by blood.

Bang!

Wen Tao’s father, a Nascent Soul powerhouse, was obliterated on the spot by a casual sword from the youth, without a chance to struggle.

Wen Tao shivered, in his sight was a long hand, and then his vision went black, and at that moment the whole world collapsed.

...

Wen Tao’s pupils widened to the extreme, that familiar outline perfectly matched with the figure before him, fear surged like a tide, instantly drowning him.

"No——!!"

He let out a terrified scream, cold sweat beaded on his forehead and streamed down profusely.

Chen Wenjie’s gaze swiftly turned to Wen Tao, his face full of confusion and shock, wondering why Wen Tao was so out of sorts, as if he had seen the most terrifying thing in the world.

It seemed as if his Dao Heart had directly collapsed.

Completely unlike the performance a Nascent Soul Stage powerhouse should display.

Xu Xingchen followed Wen Tao’s terror-filled gaze, landing on that mysterious department consultant, feeling puzzled in his heart: "Does Wen Tao actually know Mr. Ning? Could it be he is also a top powerhouse from our world? Why have I never heard of him, should ask my Master when I return."

Zhang Wei’s heart stirred, secretly guessing: "Is the teacher from the same world as Wen Tao..."

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! No...I don’t believe it!! You’re so strong, how could you die?!"

Wen Tao stared at Ning Xunqiu, his voice growing more and more hysterical, each word seemed torn from the depths of his heart, filled with despair.

"I don’t believe it! This is an illusion!!"

"Blood Evil Break!!"

Wen Tao erupted into a hysterical roar, recklessly burning his own Essence Blood and Nascent Soul, his entire being transformed into a hundred-foot blade of blood-red light, carrying monstrous killing intent and near-mad power, fiercely slashing at Ning Xunqiu.

The surrounding space seemed unable to withstand the shock of this force, shaking violently, as if heaven and earth were collapsing, the ground ripped apart by a violent storm, dust rising.

"Mr. Ning, be careful, this is the Life Burning Skill..." Xu Xingchen’s expression changed dramatically, exclaiming in alarm.

Before the words could fall.

Bang!

Ning Xunqiu gently raised his hand, and that blood-red blade of light, which could destroy heaven and earth, seemed to encounter an invisible copper wall and iron barrier, shattering instantly like glass, turning into nothingness.

He effortlessly lifted Wen Tao’s head, raising him up.

"It’s you, it really is you! Hahaha, you’re dead! So you can die too! You’re not invincible! The Celestial Venerable will avenge me!!"

At this moment, Wen Tao, haggard like a dried corpse, with bony prominences, had a mad smile at the corner of his mouth, appearing especially hideous and terrifying.

"You know me?" Ning Xunqiu asked in confusion.

"You, you detestable to the extreme!" Wen Tao’s voice trembled, turbid tears streaming from his eyes.

He used all his strength, only to receive a cold inquiry from the other side.

He roared:

"This is not your era!! You can’t imagine the power of the Celestial Court!! Even if you have become an Immortal, so what? Facing the Celestial Court, you Little Immortal will eventually end up like me!! Struggle hard! Then die in despair! Hahahaha!"

With Wen Tao’s mad and desperate laughter, his body began to crumble and disintegrate, turning into dust drifting away in the wind.

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