Chapter Ninety-One: Elder Sankong of the Earth Demon Clan

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Soon, the Eight Elders cleared everything from the ground without leaving a trace. Shen Wan, mouth agape, began to suspect he had walked into a den of thieves.

“Senior Brother, take a look at this,” Qu Fanghua said, presenting a jade slip to Elder Wei Zhen.

Shen Wan found the jade slip familiar; it seemed to have been placed on the table inside the secret chamber. Because it looked quite beautiful, he had tucked it away casually.

Wei Zhen took the jade slip, his expression turning serious. After a moment of silence, he said, “Let’s see what’s inside first.”

With a wave of his large sleeve, a bright light flashed from the jade slip, and a blurry figure appeared in the air.

The Eight Elders stepped aside, each standing before the apparition.

Shen Wan squeezed into the crowd as well.

The apparition resembled the figure in his mind, and judging by the build and demeanor, it looked somewhat like the withered corpse he had buried.

“Isn’t this… the withered old man from the Lotus Platform?”

Everyone present held their breath and focused intently. Although Shen Wan’s voice was very soft, Wei Zhen tapped his forehead, signaling him to be quiet.

After a moment, the apparition finally spoke.

“I am Elder Sanko of the Earth Demon Clan. By fortune, I was taken in by the Giant God Tribe, allowing me to survive.”

“If any fellow cultivators enter this humble chamber and see this jade slip, please listen to my words carefully. I am deeply grateful.”

With that, the apparition bowed slowly.

No one spoke; all waited silently for the elder’s words.

The apparition spoke succinctly, and Shen Wan could understand clearly.

Back then, when the Heavenly Cataclysm descended, the Earth Demon Clan was the first to be wiped out.

They had always lived underground, but the earth’s crust fractured and volcanic fire erupted, engulfing their entire homeland.

Elder Sanko fought to the death with his people but was the sole survivor.

He was gravely wounded and nearly perished.

Fortunately, he was rescued by Yemi Zhi, who was traveling nearby, thus saving his life.

Elder Sanko told Yemi Zhi about the volcanic inferno.

Yemi Zhi lamented the Earth Demon Clan’s fate but did not realize it was a harbinger of the Heavenly Cataclysm.

With his home destroyed and nowhere to settle, Sanko followed Yemi Zhi to the Giant God Tribe’s territory and found a place to rest.

To express his gratitude to the Giant God Tribe, he offered the Divine Tree and took responsibility for nurturing it.

The Ice Divine Tree was an underground entity that could not bear sunlight.

Sanko found a subterranean cave outside the city to plant the tree and carved out a humble chamber beside it as his sanctuary.

The golden mulberry forest was also planted to nourish the Divine Tree.

But the good times were short-lived; the long-awaited natural disaster finally arrived.

Heavenly Fire rained down, the surface collapsed, and the entire Giant God Tribe faced annihilation.

The tribe’s chief ordered everyone into the protective realm ring.

When Sanko arrived, the altar was already suspended midair.

Seeing Yemi Zhi stabilizing the iron chains, he hurried to assist.

But Yemi Zhi was too injured and lost consciousness after attaching the last chain.

Sanko settled Yemi Zhi before ascending the altar, where he unexpectedly encountered the tribe’s great chief devouring people inside the realm ring.

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He had lost consciousness and could not stop the brutal slaughter no matter how much they shouted.

In desperation, Sanko gritted his teeth and used all his cultivation power to tear open a time rift, guiding the Giant God Tribe to a rapid escape.

Fortunately, it was timely; although some had perished, most of the tribe was saved.

He brought the rift's anchor back to the Giant God city, finding a hidden place to secure it.

Then he rushed back through the Heavenly Fire.

Clenching his teeth, he carried Yemi Zhi back to his underground domain, but Yemi Zhi was barely alive.

Watching his benefactor near death, Sanko could not accept it.

But both were at their limits, powerless to change fate.

To preserve Yemi Zhi’s final consciousness, he sealed him within the Ice Divine Tree.

At last, Sanko’s lifespan was exhausted.

Dragging his broken body onto the Nine Heavens Gestation Platform, he fell silent forever.

The quiet council hall was so still one could hear a pin drop.

Everyone, including Shen Wan, listened to the elder’s account without daring to breathe.

It was as if they had personally witnessed the Heavenly Cataclysm—apocalyptic and terrifying.

Human frailty was laid bare in their hearts.

One dared to ask: if they encountered the Heavenly Cataclysm, would they be just as powerless?

Of course, Shen Wan’s thoughts diverged.

He realized the Giant God Tribe’s history seemed skewed.

He had thought the Giant Gods were extinct and that Mi Yake was their last bloodline.

But now, it seemed otherwise.

After finishing the history, the apparition fell into contemplation, as if reliving the sorrow, remaining silent for a long while.

“I protected my primordial spirit, sacrificing my body, hoping to save myself through the Nine Heavens Gestation Platform.”

“However, my spirit was severely damaged and my spiritual sea collapsed; I must gestate for ten thousand years to have a chance of revival.”

“Therefore, fellow cultivators who see this message may take everything inside this chamber.”

“Yet, the Gestation Platform is sealed with a barrier; to avoid harm, do not touch it.”

“I hope, in my lifetime, to restore my true form, leaving behind the last shadow of the Earth Demon Clan.”

The elder’s voice was like dust, echoing through the hall.

Finally, he sighed deeply, then vanished like smoke, leaving no trace.

The Eight Elders wore solemn expressions.

As if on cue, they bowed deeply in unison.

This was respect for the strong and the highest form of remembrance.

“Ah, ten thousand years—what an age so distant,” sighed Fifth Elder Ye Ping.

Fourth Elder Lian Qiuhan nodded in agreement.

“Our human history is no longer than ten thousand years. The ancient divine tribes are truly beings we revere.”

The elders exchanged sighs, but Shen Wan stood still, motionless.

His eyes were vacant, mind racing.

It felt as if he was unraveling every thread of this history, and the whole story grew clearer.

The Giant God Tribe had been thrown into a time rift, but the anchor remained in the city.

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Mi Yake would surely go to the city to search once she learned of this.

Could this be her purpose? Was that why she ventured alone?

Shen Wan did not know; by then they had already left the valley and were unaware of the city’s collapse.

But this was not the crux.

The key point was that the Earth Demon elder had already taken his place on the Lotus Platform back then.

If it took ten thousand years to revive, the time would be nearly up.

Then...

Shen Wan had actually buried him!

A cold sweat broke out on his forehead; the more he thought about it, the more terrifying it became.

Further analysis:

If Mi Yake was unaware of the time rift’s anchor, and the elder would surely open the rift upon revival to rescue the Giant God Tribe.

But now, the elder was truly dead.

Therefore...

The Giant God Tribe could never return to this world.

If that was the case...

Indirectly, Shen Wan had also buried the Giant God Tribe!

If these two events were combined, the final result was clear.

By his own hand, Shen Wan had completely annihilated both the Earth Demon Clan and the Giant God Tribe.

Ridiculously tragic!

His mind buzzed, while Elder Wei Zhen frowned.

“What’s wrong, junior brother? What are you thinking about?”

Wei Zhen was unaware of these matters and thought Shen Wan was just stunned by the shocking revelations.

But Shen Wan was already deep in self-reproach.

Suddenly interrupted, he jolted back to reality.

Looking at his confused senior brother, Shen Wan swallowed hard.

“Nothing, nothing. You all continue talking. I’ll leave first.”

In a hurry, he turned and left the council hall.

Wei Zhen watched his junior brother’s retreating figure and shook his head.

“Seems the junior brother is still too young. Oh well, I hope these matters inspire him. Becoming a cultivator is the true beginning of survival.”

Outside the council hall, the sky was clear, but Shen Wan felt a shadow over his world.

Mi Yake’s face and that enormous figure flashed through his mind.

“Ah! I hope she never finds out about this, or she’ll really beat me up!”