Creating the Shura Palace in a Fantasy World

In the following days, Song Yang spent his time taking care of his daughter, until one day he felt his cultivation on the verge of breaking through and returned to the Main Hall to enter seclusion.

"As soon as I come out of seclusion, I will finally stand at the peak of the Eastern Region."

After sitting cross-legged, Song Yang murmured softly.

After all, even though he believed that no one in the Saint King Realm could be his opponent at the moment, he was still not a true Saint King. Furthermore, after this seclusion, he planned to expand the Shura Palace into the other regions.

Naturally, he needed to increase his strength. Compared to the Eastern Region, where there wasn't even a Great Saint, the other regions might even have Quasi-Emperors!

Sacred Land of the Black Tortoise

At the same time, in the Ancestral Hall of the Black Turtle Sacred Land, Shen Yuanzhe was slightly bent over as he was reprimanded by numerous figures with old and majestic appearances.

Even while being cruelly reprimanded, Shen Yuanzhe, whose cultivation had reached the realm of a 3-Star Saint King, did not dare to respond and merely lowered his head like a child who had made a mistake.

After all, in front of these people, he truly was a child they had seen grow up, as they were the ancestors of the Black Turtle Sacred Land.

Each of these figures had a cultivation level not inferior to Shen Yuanzhe's, and there were even those whose cultivation had reached 6, 7, 8, and even 9 stars in the Saint King realm.

The reason they were reprimanding Shen Yuanzhe so coldly at that moment was that most of them were nearing the end of their life expectancy.

And, with their talents, they had no chance of reaching the Great Saint realm before dying.

Therefore, they could only rely on the inheritance within the secret realm of the competition of geniuses to have a small chance to obtain high-grade treasures and sacred techniques to break through and become a Great Saint.

But upon hearing that Shen Yuanzhe had failed to obtain the inheritance, they couldn't help but feel furious; it was no different from a death sentence for them!

If they had to die fighting for a chance, they wouldn't complain, after all...

Most of them were even prepared to set out the moment the inheritance appeared, willing to fight to the death against the Sacred Land of the Purple Flame to secure the inheritance.

"Shen Yuanzhe, this is already the fourteenth genius competition where you had only one objective: to obtain this inheritance for us, and you have failed all fourteen times..."

"You know very well that in a hundred years, when the next genius competition occurs, more than half of us will be completely dead, and the power of our Sacred Land will be drastically diminished!"

"I believe you are no longer fit to continue in the position of Saint Lord of the Sacred Land!"

At that moment, the second ancestor also stepped in and coldly reprimanded him. When these words were spoken, everyone else fell silent.

Except for the first ancestor, the second ancestor, whose cultivation had reached the peak of the Saint King realm, was the most respected person in the Ancestral Hall.

Upon hearing this, Shen Yuanzhe clenched his fists slightly and was about to voice a supposition he had thought about during this time.

He believed that it might not be a complete failure, and if Song Yang had obtained this inheritance, it wouldn't be impossible to recover it.

However, that was merely a supposition, and he didn't want to speak about something he wasn't sure of, but at that moment, seeing his position at risk, he felt he had no choice.

"Enough!"

However, just as he was about to speak, a majestic voice, filled with terrifying pressure, echoed throughout the Ancestral Hall!

As soon as this voice echoed, an old figure in white robes appeared, and everyone instantly fell silent, including even the second ancestor.

This happened because the one who spoke was the first ancestor, whose seniority was the greatest among all who spoke.

Not only that, the first ancestor was also the strongest person in the entire Sacred Land, whose cultivation had reached a half-step to the Great Saint.

"Greetings to the First Ancestor."

"Greetings to the First Ancestor."

...

"We didn't want to alert you about this..."

As soon as they saw Mu Zhuque appear, the other ancestors followed the second ancestor in bowing respectfully toward him.

Soon after, the second ancestor tried to explain why he hadn't summoned the first ancestor for this meeting.

After all, even though the first ancestor usually spent most of his time sleeping due to a secret technique that could deceive death—one he had acquired earlier—his lifespan was completely exhausted.

After all, even though the first ancestor usually spent most of his time sleeping due to a secret technique that could deceive death, one he had acquired at some point, since his lifespan was completely exhausted.

However, this secret technique also had side effects: he could not use his cultivation in any way; otherwise, he would die within a few hours.

In this way, he was practically the last resource of the Sacred Land of the Black Tortoise, which could be used in a life-or-death moment for the sect.

However, this matter concerned his only disciple; naturally, he should have been awakened.

But the second ancestor didn't even have time to speak before being interrupted by Mu Zhuque...

"Didn't you want to alert me about something concerning my disciple? Humph."

"Although my disciple made a mistake, it is not your place, old ones, to punish or reprimand him!"

"Moreover, this is about an inheritance of which you don't even know if it's true!"

Mu Zhuque couldn't help but snort coldly upon hearing the excuses of the other ancestors. He then turned to the second ancestor and asked:

"Besides, Yuan'er is a genius who entered the Saint King Realm in less than a thousand years. He is our greatest hope for the future of the Sacred Land. If he is not the Saint Lord, who could replace him?"

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