Chapter 716: Two Supremes of Central State Found the Ancient State World
Shen Mo smiled without speaking.
He wanted to say it was just luck.
But ascending to the Supreme Realm was not something achieved through luck alone.
One needed both talent and fortune combined to have even the slightest chance.
Shangguan Yun was deeply shaken.
He himself had only become a Supreme at over nine thousand years old.
And this young man—how old could he be?
Since their last parting at the Thousandfold Thunder Prison, how long had it been?
Barely more than twenty years.
And yet silently, he had become a Supreme!
Shangguan Yun was both joyful and troubled.
Joy, because Shen Mo had become a Supreme and had willingly come to the Samsara Holy Land, clearly accepting his invitation.
Worry, because now that Shen Mo was a Supreme, would he remain in the Samsara Holy Land?
Even so, Shangguan Yun suppressed his impatience and said solemnly, "Brother Shen, rest assured, my promise still stands!"
"As long as you join my Samsara Holy Land, you will directly gain the status of Holy Son.
"In the Holy Land's treasure vault, you may choose two top-grade sacred artifacts.
"Across the Eastern Region, all forces will honor you as the Holy Land's envoy."
Shen Mo smiled and nodded. "That is excellent."
Shangguan Yun said earnestly, "Then please, Brother Shen, I will summon the Holy Land at once and announce your joining publicly!"
Shen Mo gave a small nod.
He had intended to refuse.
But the Holy Land's offer clearly served to expand his prestige.
With such warmth shown, he saw no reason to decline.
Shangguan Yun personally escorted Shen Mo to the council hall of the Samsara Holy Land.
Along the way, cultivators of the Holy Land cast glances one after another.
Good heavens.
The Supreme Patriarch bringing back a young man—
And accompanying him so warmly?
What kind of treatment was this?
Moments later, the two arrived at the council hall.
Shangguan Yun, a talkative man, chatted merrily with Shen Mo along the way.
He chuckled, "By the way, Brother Shen, did you know that in the year you secluded yourself to attempt your breakthrough, a great event took place?"
Shen Mo asked, "Oh? What event?"
Shangguan Yun smiled. "In Central State, the two Supremes Sun Daoming and Yuan Lie discovered the Ancient State World!
"It is said many cultivators there were born with Sacred Bodies or Heavenly Constitutions.
"These cultivators were all brought back to Central State, most joining the Qianyuan Imperial Dynasty and the Ancestral Spirit Holy Land.
"What a pity it wasn't Supremes of the Eastern State who found the Ancient State World. Otherwise, my Samsara Holy Land might have claimed a few Sacred Bodies as well."
Shen Mo froze.
His steps faltered at once.
The Ancient State World?!
Since the day he chased the ray of light stirred by Shi Tianhao and stumbled into the Shengxuan World, he had been parted from the Ancient State World.
Without the power of the void, it was impossible to cross the void at Nirvana Realm, let alone find it.
Now, just after reaching the Supreme Realm, he had planned to search for it.
But to think it had already appeared!
Were those old friends of his now brought into Shengxuan World?
This was good news—great news!
"Brother Shen, what is it? Surprised?"
Shangguan Yun laughed heartily. "I was shocked as well.
"Especially hearing that dozens of Sacred Bodies and Heavenly Constitutions were found. My eyes nearly popped out."
"I heard from the Central State Supremes it may be because the Ancient State World lacked spiritual energy. That caused cultivators who could reach the Divine Palace Realm to generally possess very strong constitutions."
Shen Mo nodded slightly. "That must be so."
He had no intention of revealing his true origins.
Shangguan Yun laughed freely. "Enough of them. The grand ceremony must be prepared. Brother Shen, why not go to the Holy Land's treasure vault and choose for yourself?"
Shen Mo smiled and nodded. "Excellent."
He truly wished to skip the trivial steps and go straight to the final stage.
The Holy Land's treasure vault.
With Shangguan Yun accompanying him, Shen Mo walked past rows of precious sacred artifacts.
Each piece was polished daily by disciples, leaving not a trace of dust.
Every artifact gleamed brilliantly, radiating dazzling light.
Ancient, solemn, and boundless.
Shangguan Yun stood at his side, patiently explaining the origins of each one.
In his words, every sacred artifact was without exception incredibly old, all traced back at least to the era of the God-Demon War.
But Shen Mo showed little interest.
Lower and middle-grade sacred artifacts, he already had in abundance.
Even high-grade ones, he possessed several.
And as for supreme sacred artifacts, he held the demon blade Kuangtu.
For his current strength, that was already sufficient.
Shangguan Yun was surprised to see his indifference.
Could it be the sacred artifacts Shen Mo carried were better than these?
They walked on.
Then, at an unexpected moment, Shen Mo halted.
His gaze fixed upon an item, unblinking.
Shangguan Yun glanced at it and chuckled. "Oh? Brother Shen, you've taken a liking to this one?"
"This is the Dragonbone Bell, said to be forged from a rib of the Ancestral Dragon.
"It was crafted by the Great Desolate Venerate, made in those days to suppress the Nether Demon Dragon."
Lowering his voice, Shangguan Yun added, "Brother Shen, you must have heard the recent news. The True Dragon Holy Land in the Western Sinking Sea vanished entirely, mountain gate and all.
"It's said the Nether Demon Dragon also disappeared, its whereabouts still unknown."
Shen Mo nodded. "I have heard of it."
Then he teased, "Perhaps the Nether Demon Dragon slipped secretly into the Samsara Holy Land, just to shatter these ancient sacred artifacts in storage."
Shangguan Yun's face twitched.
Damn it.
Why tell ghost stories like that?
If the Nether Demon Dragon truly returned at full strength, even I could not withstand it.
"This Dragonbone Bell, I will take it."
Shen Mo nodded firmly.
Shangguan Yun was stunned. "Back then, when suppressing the Nether Demon Dragon, the bell was shattered. Our Holy Land gathered fragments and barely mended it.
"Its power has been greatly diminished…
"Brother Shen, I advise you to choose another."
Shen Mo shook his head. "This one."
Seeing his determination, Shangguan Yun could only agree.
The next day.
A grand ceremony was held in the main hall of the Samsara Holy Land.
Every sect in the Eastern Region of Dongzhou sent important representatives.
All wished to see the new Supreme who had joined the Holy Land.
The ceremony lasted three days.
People marveled at Shen Mo's youth.
They sighed at the rise of another peerless genius.
News of the new Supreme spread swiftly.
But Shen Mo did not linger in the Samsara Holy Land. He returned quickly to the Mangcang Mountains.
He had already told Shangguan Yun—
He would indeed join the Samsara Holy Land, but would not remain there permanently.
If the Holy Land faced danger, he would lend his strength.
Shangguan Yun agreed.
He could not bind such a promising new Supreme tightly to the Holy Land's chariot.
At that moment—
Beyond the Mangcang Mountains lay a mortal town called Jinhe Town.
A pale-skinned young man in black rode a dark horse past a roadside teahouse.
A servant hurried out. "Honored guest, what tea will you have?"
The young man tossed him a silver ingot casually. "A bowl of cold tea. And tell me the stories of the Mangcang Mountains."
The servant's eyes lit up, and he grew all the more eager, chattering away without pause.
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