Eternal Sacred King

Deep in the night, in the Great Zhou Dynasty.

With a bang, a bedazzling column of light lit up in the depths of the palace. Bursting into the skies, it filled the night skies with a resplendent luminescence, attracting countless glares.

“The geniuses who entered the ancient battlefield have returned.”

“That’s right. I wonder how many of the 50 managed to survive.”

“There should be a third of them at the very least. The geniuses selected by the five major sects aren’t weak.”

Ethereal Peak’s Xuan Yi and Liu Hui, Iridescent Clouds Palace’s Perfected Being Cang Lang and many other Golden Cores stood around the column of light expectantly, preparing to await their returning disciples.

If nothing went wrong, these cultivators that returned alive from the ancient battlefield would end up being the supports of their sects in the future.

The Emperor of Great Zhou stood right at the front with a grim expression; a flicker of worry would appear in the depths of his eyes from time to time.

The emperor said softly, “Xue’er, although that man is a rare paragon, it’s best for you to not have any contact with him.”

Ji Yaoxue’s heart sank when she heard the emperor’s tone.

“Be it Ethereal Peak or Su Zimo, they are most likely doomed against the impending calamity…”

…

After traveling for more than half a month, the four of them finally returned to Ethereal Peak.

Ever since that battle at Dongling Valley, Su Zimo had left the sect for many years.

Now that he had returned once more, he felt deeply emotional.

Nian Qi was curious and surveyed the place intently.

The four of them stopped instinctively as they arrived at the tall peak in front of the mountain.

Back then, this was where Wen Xuan and Xuan Yi accepted Su Zimo into Ethereal Peak.

The memories were fresh as yesterday.

Liu Hui remarked, “It’s a pity that Wen Xuan couldn’t wait till you’ve returned.”

“No matter. If Wen Xuan knows of your current achievements in the afterlife, he’ll definitely feel comforted as well,” Xuan Yi patted Su Zimo on the shoulder encouragingly with a smile.

“Alright, go take a look around the sect and catch up with everyone. Thereafter, go into seclusion as soon as you can,”

Xuan Yi gazed at the distance with a grim expression as he murmured softly, “I’ve got a premonition that a storm is about to arrive!”

Upon returning to Ethereal Peak, Su Zimo visited the disheveled old man first.

Thereafter, he visited the sect master and recounted some of the events of the ancient battlefield.

In that period of time, little crane came over and chirped repeatedly with extreme joy.

After not seeing one another for many years, the man and beast were not distant at all and got along like before.

Monkey and the spirit tiger had not returned still and their locations and fates were unknown.

Senior crane had already been in seclusion for a year and nothing had happened still.

She was the true pillar of support for Ethereal Peak and if anything happened to her, Ethereal Peak would be destroyed by the impending storm!

Su Zimo took a spin around the sect before heading to seclusion.

Right now, he was already at the peak of eight meridian Foundation Establishment – his aim of entering seclusion was to unlock his ninth spirit meridian and become a nine meridian Foundation Establishment Cultivator.

This was an extremely important step that would affect his cultivation path in the future.

The firmer his foundation, the better the quality of his condensed Golden Core and the stronger the Golden Core phenomenon he would be able to comprehend and obtain!

At Extreme Foundation Establishment realm, Su Zimo’s combat strength would also increase in folds!

Similarly, he could sense the incoming danger.

The only way to tide through the impending storm was by trying his best to raise his cultivation realm!