Translator: Fate Translation Checker: Silavin Within Westwin Domain, while the Luo Clan was hosting the wedding banquet in Crimson South Domain, Xiao Yang and Gu Wudi finally found the Supreme Mountain Elder after breaking through numerous hazards in the deep mountains of a Great Wasteland an infinite distance away. Celestial Mists wafted in the air and the mountaintops were greened by rich emerald plants as the lands were filled with Sacred Herbs and Heavenly Black Fungi . There were even auspicious purple fogs drifting all over the region. On the peak of a mountain, there was a simple straw hut and a medium-sized pond by a waterfall. There, an extraordinary-looking, vigorous old man in white fishing by the pond. Though, he seemed as though he was resting as he had his eyes shut. Nonetheless, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the rest saw the chaotic visions of countless brutal wars in the pond before them. It was an indescribably wondrous divine ability that could allow one to know of affairs of the world despite being in one spot, Naturally, such a sight astounded Xiao Yang and the rest away. “Greetings, Supreme Mountain Elder.” Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the rest were almost certain that the old man in white in front of them was the incomparably enigmatic Supreme Mountain Elder—the man they had been searching for! “I know the purpose of your visit.” In response, the Supreme Mountain Elder opened his eyes without speaking much. However, his eyes were nothing but empty sockets. A horrifying sight to see. Immediately, Xiao Yang and the rest were startled, never expecting the Supreme Mountain Elder to be a blind man. “The Upper Realm invaded our land and destroyed Nine Great Mountains. The Celestial Seal of the Nine Mountains is lost. We do not know whether my Master, Second Mountain Elder, is still alive. Sky Deer City’s defenses had been breached. Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains currently have no leader. Supreme Mountain Elder, we are in critical need of your guidance.” Regardless, Xiao Yang pleaded with sincerity all over his face. He also had to consult the Supreme Mountain Elder about his own Bloodline, though now wasn’t the appropriate time as there were outsiders around. “As I said, I know what you have come for. You still have family in this world, young descendant of the dead. Haa… Amid such a disastrous time that haunts the Barren Realm, perhaps it is time I meet with my old friends,” the Supreme Elder looked at Xiao Yang and said softly. Yet, for some reason, Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the rest subconsciously shivered. The Supreme Elder didn’t seem as extraordinary as they expected. However, the aura he carried was immensely spine-chilling. With that, the Supreme Elder swung his arm, followed by a ring. Some sort of Principles seemed to surge in the air. In the frightened eyes of Xiao Yang, Gu Wudi, and the rest, the many mountains, lakes, valleys as well as the nearby tribe bases in front of them disintegrated into dust and smoke, turning the entire region into a true desert. “Seeing is believing, and what we see may not be true. But when can we ultimately reach there?” The Supreme Mountain Elder shook his head, sounding somewhat dejected. Upon the sight, Xiao Yang and the rest were so dumbfounded that they grew speechless. [Is everything we have seen during our journey merely an illusion, or are they a creation of Supreme Mountain Elder? How terrifying! Just what immeasurable cultivation realm has he reached?] “Come.” The Supreme Mountain Elder didn’t seem to be intent on explaining. As a rift opened up before him, he led them into it. “Supreme Mountain Elder, where are we going?” Xiao Yang intuitively asked out of bafflement, seeing how the Supreme Mountain Elder told them nothing and not even questioning them of their plans and purpose.” “To your kin. Don’t you want to know about the origin of your Bloodline?” The Supreme Mountain Elder blandly asked. … “Why is the Young Master Yan attending the wedding banquet?” Meanwhile, in the grand hall of the Luo Clan Residence, even the leader of the Luo Clan was stunned, confused as to why Yan Ming would attend the banquet. Theoretically, Yan Ming shouldn’t care about an insignificant family such as the Luo Clan, let alone coming all the way to them. [I’ve heard that Ying’er and Yan Ming were Junior and Senior during their time cultivating in Thousand Dao Academy. Perhaps he has come for her?] Despite making such guesses in his heart, the leader of the Luo Clan hastily sprung up from his seat and rushed to the doors to welcome the unexpected guest. No matter what, Yan Ming’s arrival could only be advantageous to the Luo Clan. “Why has Yan Ming come?” Although Luo Ying’s face remained to be concealed under her red veil, she could still hear the noises outside the grand hall. As such, she couldn’t help but tense her brows in bewilderment. She still remembered that Yan Ming once confessed to her his admiration for her, which was then unfortunately rejected. As such, she felt faint restlessness arising in her heart, worried that the wedding might not run smoothly. She soon sneakily peeked at Luo Feng through the pitches of the red veil. From what she saw, Luo Feng’s current state was somewhat strange, given that his eyes weren’t as unfocused as they were before. Rather, it was somewhat exuberant, and there were even faint godly lights flowing within. Though, delirium still seemed to remain. Seeing that, Luo Ying grew curious and wondered whether Luo Feng was merely pretending to be a fool or that his idiocy was caused by some other factor. [But Luo Feng right now does seem very different from how he is known by everyone else.] More precisely, his tingling mind was now all over the place. It was as though it was a feeling wherein fragments of memories were reawakening and fusing together in a fractured conscience. Nevertheless, the number of memory fragments were too great, as if they were overwhelming his mind like a raging torrent, causing him to be in a dumb, semi-conscious state for over twenty years. Therefore, to outsiders, Luo Feng’s soul didn’t seem to have any issue, and no herbs or sacred items were able to cure his situation. Simply, it took him many years for his memories to fuse. [So ‘Luo Feng’ is my name now. It seems my soul had shattered after the war back then. We still failed in the war at the end…] In that instant, Luo Feng gently closed his eyes as he muttered in his eyes. Everything he had seen for the last twenty years started flashing like lightning in his head. Lights and shadow zoomed across before those memories would grow clearer. Matters and faces gradually popped up in his mind, deeming him astonished. Countless years ago, due to the destruction of Eight Thousand Continents and the ruination of the Immortal Palace, the Upper Realm and the Barren Realm broke apart. Being the Ancestor of Wind, he was a being that mastered the four Supreme Principles of Earth, Water, Fire, Wind. Indubitably, his cultivation level also surpassed the Immortal Realm. Among the Ancestors of Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind, he was the longest-lived, as he managed to survive from the obliteration of Immortal Palace, while the rest were killed. Accordingly, as the vast Upper Realm was taken down. Territories were disintegrated, crumbled into dust in the matter of a night. In other words, the calamity almost broke down the Dao as well as the World Principles of everything. Thousands of Immortals were slaughtered. The power of those in the Immortal Realm became too powerful for the world to bear. Hence, countless Immortals fled to the other universes they had built. Thanks to the opportunity, he boldly stole the Tree of Epoch from the Upper Realm, which was almost destroyed amid the disasters. Later, he would gather the Remnant Immortals that fortunately survived and participated in the so-called Heavenly Dao Authority War in an attempt to seize control over the entire Upper Realm. As its name suggested, they attempted to steal the Heavenly Dao Authority during the great battle. Alas, their attempt failed and everyone was gravely injured, while he almost got himself killed. In a flash, he escaped to the Barren Realm that was already separated from the Upper Realm and renamed it to ‘Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains.’ However, although they lost the Heavenly Dao Authority War, they managed to recover a portion of the Principles of the Heavenly Dao. Thereupon, they fused it with the Tree of Epoch that was about to wither in an attempt to cultivate Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains into another supreme world in the image of the Upper Realm. Therefore, it wouldn’t be an overstatement to label him as the Prime Ancestor of the entire Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains. After the overwhelming flashes of memories in his mind, Luo Feng gradually calmed down. Apparently, the followers he had planted back then successfully actualised the plan. Instead of dying, he simply reincarnated. In this lifetime, his name was Luo Feng. Because his memories had yet to completely merge, he had become an absolute fool who was mocked by others for more than twenty years. [It seems the Upper Realm has gone insane while I have remained fallen all these years. To think they have been trying to attack us. Alas, they will never find what we hid. The Tree of Epoch is not to be touched by those below the Immortal Realm. Back then, the Immortals and I had resorted to countless Secret Techniques in order to stabilize the tree’s aura.] Luo Feng subtly scoffed in his heart. Since he was bold enough to steal the Tree of Epoch, he was naturally confident about the cards in his hands. He wasn’t afraid that the current attackers from the Upper Realm would find it. Essentially, after the chaotic war, the structure and energies flowing through the entire Upper Realm almost collapsed. Now, there was no longer anyone in the Immortal Realm. Thus, no matter how ferociously they attacked Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains, they would only return empty-handed. [The Three Dao Barrier we had set up back then had apparently been broken through. But that matters not, for my reawakening in this world—though unexpected—is pretty much predestined.] Luo Feng relived all the incidents that took place in Eight Wastelands and Ten Domains all these years in his mind, and he wasn’t at all concerned. Being the Ancestor of Wind among the ancestors of Supreme Principles, he certainly had numerous methods. Back then, he had even foreseen his downfall, which was why he left behind a massive number of followers. His four strongest followers back then were all at the peak of the Immortal Realm. As so many years had passed, perhaps they had now developed into unimaginably formidable forces. Although Luo Feng just reawakened, the fact that the Symbol of Immortality was engraved deep in his soul remained an unchangeable reality. In the current era, even though it would be strenuous for him to shoulder the power of Immortality, as long as he had enough time, he was assured that he could break through the limitations of the World Principles through the existence of the Tree of Epoch. By then, the Upper Realm without its Immortals were nothing to be afraid of. Followingly, Luo Feng turned to the woman donning Phoenix Crown Robe beside him with a complicated gaze. Although he just awakened, he retained the memories of everything Luo Ying had done all these years. Essentially, he was nothing but a fool to Luo Ying, so she never hide anything from him. [So she is Ning’er’s descendant. Both of them really look alike. To think she is to become my wife in this life. Is that her way of compensating me?] Luo Feng bitterly laughed in his heart as he could indubitably detect the Bloodline power flowing within Luo Ying. As a matter of fact, Luo Ying was the descendant of someone deceased. She very much resembled that most intimate acquaintance of his. Alas, that intimate acquaintance of his was ultimately married to another due to certain responsibilities. And so, they missed out on each other. Right as Luo Feng was dwelling in his complicated emotions, footsteps were heard approaching the grand hall. The many guests his father of this lifetime invited entered the grand hall, though he seemed unusually wary and deferential as he guided them to their seats. Behind them were a group of people with an extraordinary young man walking in the lead, who was followed by many others, regardless of age and gender. As for the followers of the young man, given how unreadable they were, they, too, startled Luo Feng. Although he didn’t retain much of his cultivation power now, his ability of perception remained, yet he couldn’t see through the group of guests. As such, Luo Feng was stunned, after which he began to guess the origin and purpose of these people. Besides, for some reason, when Luo Feng looked at the leading young man, he could feel agitation slowly arising in his heart, which he was amazed by. As the Ancestor of Wind of Immortal Palace, he had dared to steal the Fortuity of the Upper Realm. There shouldn’t be anything in the world that would intimidate him. Thereupon, he couldn’t help but suspect that his feelings were caused by his jumbled memories due to the fact that he had just reawakened. “Young Master, please!” In that instant, the leader of the Luo Clan and the rest appeared especially respectful and cautious as they were escorting their guests, not daring to upset Gu Changge, who was by the side. They thought it was only Yan Ming who came to attend the wedding banquet, so all of them went to welcome him. Little did they expect, Yan Ming appeared to be reverently accompanying another young man. Upon the sight, they widened their eyes in stupefaction, and they didn’t dare to cause any disrespect. Given Yan Ming’s attitude, the unknown young man must be of otherworldly powerful origin—one that none dared to rashly guess. However, Gu Changge simply disregarded the leader of the Luo Clan. After entering the grand hall, he began observing the main couple of the wedding banquet before him with his enthralled gaze. [Such dense Fortuity. As expected. So, this is the very Reawakened-Formidable-Cultivator Fortuitous One. Judging from his eyes, I wouldn’t have expected him to be an idiot. Perhaps his memories have finally reawakened?] As for the remnant of the Family of Protectors, Gu Changge merely took a glance at her and grew uninterested. Seeing how Gu Changge had no intention of responding to him, the leader of the Luo Clan seemed awkward. Then, seeing the perplexed, curious faces of the guests, Yan Ming, the Young Master of Crimson South City finally spoke with a trace of condescension on his face. “Let me cut to the chase. The purpose of my visit today is to rescue Junior Luo Ying from that trash. Luo Clan, if you’d be wise to put an end to this wedding banquet at once. And if you choose not to be wise, heh…” At once, every single person in the grand hall was thoroughly dumbfounded, widening their eyes in shock. [Has Yan Ming come to seize the bride?] As the Young Master of Crimson South City, Yan Ming’s position was almost untouchable. Therefore, despite his overbearing action, none in the grand hall dared to speak up to him and the guests were all frightened. Even the leader of the Luo Clan was absolutely stunned, wondering if he misheard him. Nonetheless, he dared not to upset Yan Ming. Thus, with a courteous smile, he asked, “Young Master Yan Ming, are you jesting?” “Do I strike you as a jester? How can Junior Luo Ying be married to a fool? You are dooming her! She is a prodigal damsel! Junior Luo Ying can only be matched by someone such as me.” Hearing that, Yan Ming retained the belittling look on his face, seemingly indifferent. There was nothing but mockery towards Luo Feng and the Luo Clan in his tone.