Chapter 1: The Ancestor from a Hundred Thousand Years Ago Has Come Back to Life!
Chapter 1: The Ancestor from 100,000 Years Ago Rose from the Dead!
“Ding! Host, do you wish to sign in?”
“Sign in.”
“Ding! Congratulations, host, for successfully signing in for 100,000 years, totaling 5,256,000,000 sign-ins. Now that your merit is complete, the sign-in space will begin unlocking, countdown: 10 minutes...”
In a deep, shadowy space, Ye Yun, existing as a spiritual entity, suddenly heard the system's voice. His numb soul was finally infused with a flicker of vitality.
One hundred thousand years had passed!
He could finally leave!
In this dark and sunless mysterious realm, he had signed in every ten minutes, accumulating a full hundred thousand years.
Ye Yun waited silently...
He had no idea what kind of world awaited him outside after all this time.
Had the Divine Dragon Sect grown stronger, or fallen even further into desolation?
...
Ruins of the Divine Dragon Sect.
The back mountain.
“Master, at last we have laid you to rest!”
“On the way transporting your ashes, the three of us—senior sister and junior brother included—were ambushed. Senior sister sacrificed herself to cover our escape; her fate remains unknown…”
“I suspect… she’s dead.”
“Junior brother, you were captured midway…”
“Now, I am the only one left of the entire Divine Dragon Sect…”
“Master, though you passed the sect leader’s position to me before you died, I fear… I cannot fulfill your final wishes.”
“After settling your remains, I must leave this place, take on a new identity, and never show my face again…”
“Master, I simply cannot hold on alone any longer…”
Before a newly made tomb, a young girl knelt, clad in a tattered, earth-toned Taoist robe. Her unkempt hair framed a dust-covered face etched with sorrow.
She appeared about sixteen or seventeen. Her robe was torn in many places, revealing pale, flawless skin stained with dark, unhealed blood—an unsettling sight.
Muttering her heartfelt words before the grave, the great weight in her heart seemed to lift.
Her expression eased somewhat.
Lo Li rose and glanced around.
The valley she stood in was densely packed with nearly three hundred graves.
Originally, she too would have been buried here upon death.
But now, she had resolved to disband the Divine Dragon Sect.
Her fate after death was destined to be disconnected from this place.
Though the Divine Dragon Sect was a minor sect, its lineage was long and venerable. Every sect leader, upon passing, was buried in this valley.
Before each grave stood a stone tablet—some ancient enough to date back at least one hundred thousand years.
“Sigh, the Divine Dragon Sect was once said to be one of the top eternal-level sects, yet now it has fallen to this…” Lo Li sighed deeply, her dark face drawn and bleak.
As the fallen sect leader, Lo Li was barely at the eighth level of Qi Gathering—a remarkably weak leader by historical standards.
Over the years studying under her master, the few of them had spent their time fleeing and hiding from enemies, never able to train properly.
Thus, Lo Li’s cultivation was pitifully weak.
It was said their 250th-generation sect leader had offended a powerful faction.
Since then, generations of Divine Dragon disciples were forced onto the path of exile.
Despite this, the sect survived nearly fifty generations, reaching Lo Li’s 298th generation.
Recalling these bitter memories, her face darkened further as she sighed again.
Perhaps due to the divine dragon bloodline, the sect’s heirs held steadfast belief. Generation after generation, sect leaders struggled to survive in the cracks, evading enemy assassins one after another.
Over time, the Divine Dragon Sect grew weaker still. By her master’s generation, only three disciples were accepted over decades.
Her master was merely a Yuan Sea level cultivator.
“Sigh, the past is too painful to look back on…”
Lo Li’s sorrowful gaze swept over several ancient graves deeper in the valley. She muttered to herself, “Enough. I’ll never come back here again. Best to offer one last incense to the sect’s ancestors.”
With that, Lo Li took a bundle of incense and approached the first row of graves.
...
Starting from the sect’s founding ancestor, she offered incense silently, her small, darkened face dust-covered and grave.
Upon reaching the 13th grave, Lo Li glanced at the ancient stone tablet before it. Her narrow phoenix eyes shifted in expression.
“This was the strongest ancestor in the sect’s history? Rumor has it he was arrogant and overbearing, offending many—including the Ice Phoenix Sect’s sacred maiden, whom he even dared to tease! This caused great outrage. He only held the sect leader position for six years before abdicating…”
Lo Li’s full lips curled into a sneer.
“Hmph! The shortest-lived sect leader of the Divine Dragon Sect, no doubt!”
Though irritated, she still offered incense. After all, this 13th-generation leader had led the sect to its most glorious achievements.
For each of the previous twelve ancestors, Lo Li bowed deeply after offering incense.
But before this 13th ancestor, she stood rigid, refusing to bow.
“Ancestor, if it weren’t for your arrogance in making so many enemies, how could the Divine Dragon Sect have declined so quickly?”
“And you yourself, it is said, fell victim to a cultivation mishap, dying prematurely! Many of your enemies rejoiced, claiming our sect was doomed for its misdeeds…”
Having vented her grievances, Lo Li turned to proceed to the 14th grave.
Suddenly, soil shifted and rustled.
Watching the earth disturb itself, Lo Li gasped, fear flashing across her face.
Had the ancestor risen from the dead?
Had he crawled out of his coffin?
Lo Li trembled like a leaf, terrified.
Could a 100,000-year-dead ancestor be roused to life by her mockery?
A pale bony hand suddenly burst from the mound.
Bang!
The grave exploded open!
A skeleton leapt high and landed before Lo Li.
“Ahhh! Ghost!”
Lo Li screamed, collapsing backward, eyes rolling white, nearly losing control of herself.
(End of chapter)