“Young Master Wuma, why fixate on one mountain? Why not try another?” Tantai Xing’er called out after Wuma Shengjie’s ninth failure.
Yet, ignoring her advice, Wuma Shengjie charged back up the moment the mountain’s arrays restored.
“This kid’s pretty stubborn.”
“In a game of luck like this, switching mountains wouldn’t increase his chances of finding treasure.”
“But that unyielding spirit of his is quite likable.”
“They say many have talent, but those who rise to the top all have that extra drive.”
“Even if Wuma Shengjie doesn’t become the strongest in the Ancestral Martial Starfield, he’ll surely claim a spot among its elite one day.”
Watching Wuma Shengjie’s tenacity, Master Liangqiu, Liangqiu Chengfeng, and the other three couldn’t help but praise him.
*Buzz—*
Finally, Wuma Shengjie reached the summit once more.
This time, as the array at the peak shattered, a powerful force shoved him off the mountain.
Light flared at the summit, and the entire formation trembled violently.
A terrifying pressure blanketed the area.
*Roar—*
A sudden roar echoed as the light and mist atop the peak dissipated, revealing a massive figure.
It was a beast—body like a wolf, head like a tiger, feet like a lizard, tail like a snake.
Its eyes blazed like suns, its claws gleamed like blades, and it stretched over three thousand meters—a true colossus.
People noticed that one of its fangs wasn’t a tooth at all.
It was a sword, radiating immense spirit power, unmistakably the legendary Boundary Sword.
Yet no one dared approach.
The beast not only scanned its surroundings warily, but its aura was that of a First Rank Venerable!!!
A First Rank Venerable—a cultivation level none present could contend with, not even Wuma Shengjie or Linghu Yueyue.
No matter how strong a Martial Immortal was, a Venerable remained an insurmountable foe.
*Roar—*
Abruptly, the beast unleashed another roar.
Dark clouds rolled in, thunder rumbled, and bolts of lightning crashed from the sky, blasting craters into the ground.
“This is bad—it’s going to attack us!”
“Seniors, what do we do?”
Panic gripped the geniuses inside the formation.
Since emerging from the zodiac entrances, those passages had sealed shut—they had no escape.
“Since you’ve summoned the Boundary Sword, it’s your fate. Whether you tame it or it kills you depends on your own ability,” Lady Fox Immortal declared.
“But this is a Venerable Realm beast—how can we possibly tame it?”
Even the geniuses were thrown into chaos.
*Roar—*
With another bellow, the beast spat out gusts of wind from its maw, transforming into thirteen wind blades, each streaking toward the people below.
Facing those blades, everyone’s faces turned ashen.
These weren’t mere wind blades—they were the scythes of death, come to claim their lives.
*Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!—*
Suddenly, a series of muffled blasts rang out as the wind blades shattered.
The abrupt shift left everyone dazed, still processing what had happened.
“Thank you, seniors, for saving us!”
Tantai Xing’er was the first to speak, offering gratitude.
The other juniors quickly followed suit.
They’d snapped back to reality, realizing they’d been rescued—and who else here could save them but Lady Fox Immortal and her group?
“Don’t thank us—we didn’t save you,” Lady Fox Immortal’s voice rang into the formation.
“If not you, then who?” The crowd was baffled.
This beast was a Venerable Realm entity, and they were trapped inside the formation.
Who else but Lady Fox Immortal and the four could intervene?
“Why not take a look at where that thirteenth wind blade was headed?” Lady Fox Immortal chuckled.
Her words jolted them awake.
There were clearly twelve people here, yet thirteen wind blades had shot out from the beast’s maw.
Realizing this, they turned toward the direction of the thirteenth blade.
“Who’s that?!!!”
What they saw sent shockwaves through them—excitement, joy, and anxiety flashed across their faces in a tangle of emotions.
The thirteenth wind blade had aimed for a corner—a spot so unassuming no one would’ve noticed it otherwise.
But now, someone stood there.
A figure in a flowing white robe, over two meters tall, lean and fair-skinned. His jet-black hair, a meter and a third long, cascaded like ink, swaying in the wind. It contrasted sharply with his pale skin and robe, exuding an air of carefree elegance.
His face was the epitome of handsome—sharp brows, starry eyes, a high nose bridge—both refined and unmistakably masculine.
This was none other than the Ancestral Martial Starfield’s undisputed top genius among the younger generation.
The head of the Ancestral Martial Ten Stars…
Linghu Hongfei!!!
