Ling Fan did not mention that he was Zhou Yunzhang's master, as it would be too astonishing. Furthermore, his identity was not yet suitable for exposure. If the Ten Great Heavenly Realms were to know, they would bring immense disaster upon him in an instant.
The three Zhou family ancestors exchanged glances, seeing the thick, lingering shock in each other's eyes.
Their ancestor, Zhou Yunzhang, was a peerless Great Emperor.
And such a powerful figure who had traversed myriad realms was merely a registered disciple of that person!
It was important to remember that the person in question, during their lifetime, had struck fear into the Ten Great Heavenly Realms, a supreme expert standing at the pinnacle of countless beings.
To be associated with him, how profound must one's background be?
No wonder this young man could suppress Xiahou Yuan, who was at the sixth stage of the Manifestation Realm, with a mere flip of his hand.
This person likely had an immense connection, so much so that even the divine statue of their ancestor, the Great Emperor, had to bow to him.
Their kneeling just now.
Was not in vain!
Understanding these connections, they immediately showed Ling Fan profound respect, daring not to show any negligence or disdain towards him due to his young age.
As for Zhou Fusheng.
He listened from the side, utterly dumbfounded.
He didn't even have the资格 to interject.
Cold sweat flowed down his forehead like a waterfall.
His heart was filled with extreme trepidation.
He regretted his actions immensely now, wishing he could slap himself a few times.
"Remember, my identity is of great importance and must not be leaked," Ling Fan said.
"Yes!"
The three Zhou family ancestors quickly bowed.
Ling Fan didn't need to say it; they already understood that anyone or anything related to that person carried immense significance. A slight disturbance could potentially bring disaster from the Ten Great Heavenly Realms, and it must never be leaked.
"Then, Young Master Ling, what identity do you deem suitable?"
One of the Zhou family ancestors asked.
"I'll be a guest elder of the Zhou family," Ling Fan said after some thought.
"Yes!"
Ling Fan then said, "Explain the current situation to me in detail."
"Let Fusheng explain. He is the patriarch now and manages all affairs of the Zhou family, so he is most familiar with the situation," one of the Zhou family ancestors said.
"Yes!"
Zhou Fusheng quickly replied, "Young Master Ling, the forces from Xingzhou and Yaozhou currently besieging the Zhou family ancestral land consist of seventy-two great sacred lands, led by the Heavenly Outer Demonic Cult. The number of Saints exceeds three hundred, and there are nine Saint Kings. However, six of these nine Saint Kings have not yet made a move; they are in the Nine Flowers Realm's Origin Sacred River, attempting to refine it and open a dimensional gate from within the Nine Flowers Realm to allow the Demon Emperors from the Heavenly Demon Realm outside to enter. For now, they have not succeeded. Before our ancestor, the Great Emperor, fell, he suppressed his Imperial Artifact in the Origin Sacred River, making it difficult for them to shake it for the time being. The three ancestors have also been continuously reinforcing the Imperial Artifact, thwarting their scheme."
"But once they break through the Zhou family ancestral land, it will be difficult to say."
Zhou Fusheng revealed a look of deep worry.
As the group was conversing.
Suddenly, a massive roar erupted outside the Zhou family ancestral land, so powerful that it shook the entire Zhou family ancestral land, as if a terrifying existence was attacking the ancestral land's grand formation.
"What's happening?"
Zhou Fusheng was startled.
"Report! Patriarch, three ancestors, the allied forces of the major sacred lands are attacking our ancestral land,"
A Zhou family powerhouse knelt outside the divine hall and reported.
"How many sacred lands have arrived this time?"
Zhou Fusheng calmed himself and asked.
"Replying to the Patriarch, it's not just a few sacred lands... all the sacred lands and sacred clans from Xingzhou and Yaozhou have come out in full force. The number of Manifestation Realm experts revealed so far exceeds two hundred! They are preparing to break through our ancestral land in one fell swoop,"
The powerhouse said in terror.
"What!"
Zhou Fusheng was genuinely shocked this time, his face showing an extremely solemn expression.
"They were merely feigning an attack earlier, setting a trap to lure out all the descendants of the Saint Generals to capture them all at once. Now, they have finally revealed their true intentions!"
Zhou Fusheng punched the air fiercely, his expression somewhat contorted as he understood the situation.
"Seventy-two sacred lands, with over three hundred Saints combined, even if all our Zhou family's Saint realms, plus the descendants of the Ten Great Saint Generals, join forces, we are still less than a third of the enemy!"
"Fusheng, do not panic. We are an Imperial Clan, the Zhou family. Why should we fear a battle!"
One of the ancestors said heavily.
"Yes! Ancestor, I will make arrangements now and fight them to the death."
"Go ahead."
"Yes."
"Saint Ling, how do you wish to proceed?" The three ancestors asked Ling Fan respectfully. Given their status, they could not order Ling Fan around.
"I will stay here for now. It would be bad if I acted too early and scared these people away. I still have great use for the Saintly Dao on them."
Ling Fan said indifferently, flicking his fingers with a blank expression.
"..."
The three Zhou family ancestors looked at each other.
Ling Fan's tone was so arrogant that it was somewhat difficult for them to accept.
Even the three of them, Saint Kings, would consider it a miraculous feat to survive and escape an encirclement by over three hundred Saint realm experts.
Listening to Ling Fan's words, it was as if he didn't even take so many Saint realm powerhouses seriously, viewing them as mere ants.
Although Ling Fan's words were absurd.
They inexplicably felt an urge to believe him, as this person was related to the master of their ancestor, the Great Emperor.
It seemed illogical.
But it made them unable to ignore him.
Because that person's reputation was too immense; anyone or anything related to him was bound to be earth-shattering.
...
"Boom boom boom!"
"Kill!"
While they were talking.
Outside the Zhou family ancestral land, a battle was about to break out.
The vast enemy forces, like dark clouds, enveloped the entire Zhou family ancestral land, gathering over three hundred Saint realm experts. Their combined might shook the heavens and earth. No matter how resilient the Zhou family ancestral land was, it was merely a Saint King-level formation, not an Imperial formation, and could not withstand the siege of so many powerhouses.
Boom!
The grand formation of the Zhou family ancestral land shattered.
The sacred land allied forces poured in, charging in with extreme ferocity.
In an instant.
The pressure on all the powerhouses increased tenfold.
The defense line formed by the Zhou family powerhouses and the descendants of the Ten Great Saint Generals was retreating steadily, unable to withstand such a terrifying offensive.
Even Saints were as fragile as paper in the face of this onslaught, easily torn apart.
On one defensive line.
The demon horse fought with frenzy, its terrifying bloodline rumbling. Its scales bristled, and with a crunch, it bit down, crushing the head of a top-tier quasi-demon Saint at the ninth stage of Dao Integration, swallowing the fragments of Saintly Dao rules within. Bursts of light erupted from its body like the scorching sun, and its demonic power increased by another notch.
"Vermin, you court death!"
The sacred land to which the top-tier quasi-demon Saint belonged was enraged, raising its hand and unleashing a torrent of Saintly power that engulfed the demon horse, sending it flying tens of thousands of feet away.