Hundreds of massive beasts, each the size of a small mountain, lay neatly across the void.
Chains were affixed to every one of them, all connected to the same target.
A war chariot stretching over a thousand meters in length.
Yet the space within the chariot was far more expansive than its mere thousand-meter frame would suggest.
Gold and jade adorned every surface, grand and magnificent—it was practically a colossal palace.
At the very top of this palace, an elderly man clad in golden armor stood with his hands clasped behind his back.
Through the windows, he surveyed the situation outside.
Behind him stood several dozen figures, all wearing golden armor of their own.
Some were aged, others appeared middle-aged, and every single one of them radiated extraordinary auras—they were all experts at the late True God stage.
Yet they could only stand behind the old man, thoroughly deferential.
Because this old man was one of the most powerful existences in the entire vast Martial Cultivation World.
The Lord of the Divine Body Mansion—and Yuwen Yanri's own grandfather.
"Fortunately, Jietianran was shortsighted. Otherwise, Jietianran alone would have been troublesome enough, and with Jie Ranqing added to the mix, it would have been even worse."
"Add Chu Feng to the equation, and it's truly unimaginable."
The Lord of the Divine Body Mansion sighed.
"My Lord, Jietianran has already witnessed Chu Feng's talent. Do you think he might change his stance and bring Chu Feng under the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion's banner?"
An elder of the Divine Body Mansion asked.
"He won't. I understand Jietianran's character. Once he makes a decision, he won't go back on it."
The Lord of the Divine Body Mansion replied.
"But what if he does bow his head?"
The elder pressed further.
Hearing this, the Lord of the Divine Body Mansion was silent for a moment before speaking: "Then we should prepare ourselves to submit to the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion."
The moment those words left his lips, every expert of the Divine Body Mansion present wore a grave expression.
Because they knew their Lord's words were no exaggeration.
Jietianran and the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion were formidable enough on their own.
Jie Ranqing's performance in years past had been nothing short of earth-shaking.
Yet Chu Feng's current display was proving even more terrifying than Jie Ranqing's had been back then.
If Chu Feng truly joined the Seven Realms Sacred Mansion, the rift between Jietianran and Jie Ranqing, father and daughter, would be mended.
The Seven Realms Sacred Mansion would boast towering geniuses across three generations—young, middle, and old—all standing above their peers throughout the entire vast Martial Cultivation World.
Who could possibly rival them?
Even if every other power joined forces, it likely wouldn't be enough.
"Heh…"
"Ha ha…"
"Bwa ha ha ha ha…!"
Suddenly, the Seven Realms Mansion Lord burst into a hideous, maniacal laugh. His laughter was grating, bordering on madness.
It was the first time anyone had seen such an uncomposed expression on the Seven Realms Mansion Lord's face.
The Seven Realms Mansion Lord—always poised above all others, always orchestrating events from the shadows—what was happening to him?
Could it be that even he had lost his reason upon facing a talent as exceptional as Chu Feng, on the verge of breaking down?
Just as everyone believed the Seven Realms Mansion Lord had been driven to hysteria by rage, he abruptly cut off his laughter and turned his gaze toward Chu Feng.
His eyes were ruthlessly vicious.
"Chu Feng, what did you rely on to subdue the Origin of the Veins?"
"Was it not the King's Bloodline of my Seven Realms Sacred Mansion?"
"You're mistaken. My King's Bloodline was given to me by my mother. It has nothing to do with your Seven Realms Sacred Mansion." Chu Feng looked at him with undisguised contempt.
"You're the one who's mistaken. Even your mother's King's Bloodline was bestowed by our Seven Realms Sacred Mansion," the Seven Realms Mansion Lord declared.
Chu Feng's face filled with scorn.