Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1060: The Enmity Has a Head, the Debt Has a Master

"Wait for the Goddess of the Ancients to arrive before we speak?"

The man in the blood robe was taken aback, gazing at Ye Yun with a puzzled expression.

What was the meaning of this?

Could it be that this enigmatic youth in white had already orchestrated an assassination plot at Blood Abyss Lake?

For a moment.

The man in the blood robe grew wary, his eyes darting around as he scanned the vicinity.

The status of the Goddess of the Ancients was held in extremely high regard, and she was a constant target for elimination by the supreme beings of the Divine Land.

He had previously commanded his clansmen to summon the Goddess of the Ancients, and now that the Blood Curse had been activated, it wouldn't be long before she appeared.

But what if...

This youth in white had conspired with the spirits of the Divine Land, setting a deadly trap at Blood Abyss Lake, and his clansmen, by summoning the Goddess of the Ancients, inadvertently led her into it? He would then be branded the eternal sinner of the Ancient Clan.

After all, he, a powerhouse at the tenth layer of the God King Realm, had been suppressed at Blood Abyss Lake for millions of years and was intimately familiar with this place. The man in the blood robe surveyed the area, his perception penetrating nearly the entirety of Blood Abyss Lake, yet he found no trace of any Divine Land spirits.

"Perhaps I'm being overly cautious. If this fellow were truly one of the Divine Land's spirits, he wouldn't be acting so amicably..."

The man in the blood robe retracted his divine sense, murmuring reassurances to himself.

Despite having come to a resolution in his mind, a sense of unease lingered with the man in the blood robe.

"Do you know the Goddess of the Ancients?"

The man in the blood robe's expression tightened as he inquired sternly.

"Perhaps I do..."

Ye Yun raised an eyebrow, offering an ambiguous reply.

"Hmph... if you know the Goddess of the Ancients, then heed my command and remain put!"

The man in the blood robe let out a cold snort and suddenly reached out to seize Ye Yun.

He had a sudden change of heart, driven by caution.

His priority was to first restrain this mysterious youth in white, ensuring a hostage in case any unforeseen circumstances arose.

If nothing untoward happened, he could always release the youth later.

As a figure in the tenth layer of the God King Realm, his single strike caused the surrounding void to instantly solidify.

Swoosh!

A dark, oppressive hand reached out from a distance, aiming to descend upon Ye Yun.

"Do you dare to fight me?"

Ye Yun responded with a mocking smirk, extending an arm to unleash the Tyrant's Twist.

This technique, akin to a general drawing his blade, exuded an aura of majesty and boundlessness.

It possessed the uncanny ability to deliver a blow before the opponent even completed their own attack.

Just as the overwhelming hand was poised to strike Ye Yun.

Ye Yun's fist, however, pierced through the spatial barrier, landing a decisive blow on the man in the blood robe's right chest.

Boom!

A thunderous impact resonated.

A colossal force surged into his chest, immediately sending the man in the blood robe hurtling backward.

"How is this possible?"

Suspended in mid-air, the man in the blood robe forcefully suppressed the churning blood within his body, stabilizing himself with wide, incredulous eyes fixed on Ye Yun.

How could this individual strike with such blinding speed?

He had merely glimpsed the opponent extend an arm, and the next instant, a fist was already impacting his right chest.

Such velocity was truly terrifying.

It was swifter and more potent than even a Sword Cultivator's sword strike.

"Is this truly the cultivation of the eighth layer of the Divine Venerable Realm?"

The surrounding God King experts from the Calamity Blood Crocodile Clan, witnessing their king sent flying, were all utterly astonished.

Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such a scene could unfold.

The disparity in cultivation realms between the two was not slight...

How had this youth in white managed to achieve such a feat?

"You are not at the eighth layer of the Divine Dignity Realm!"

The man in the blood robe, having regained his position in the void and suppressed his turbulent Qi, demanded coldly.

"Whether I am or not is irrelevant and unimportant. All of that can wait until the Goddess of the Ancients arrives."

Ye Yun shrugged, a peculiar expression on his face, a soft smile playing on his lips.

He had previously claimed to be at the eighth layer of the Divine Venerable Realm, but it was unlikely any God King expert present believed him.

Therefore, it was best not to elaborate.

Offering an ambiguous answer would allow them to draw their own conclusions.

"Sir, you are not perhaps colluding with the spirits of the Divine Land, are you?"

The man in the blood robe inquired hesitantly.

"I hail from the Dragon Hidden Continent and have no affiliation with those detestable spirits of the Divine Land. Does that explanation satisfy you?"

Ye Yun replied with a smile.

He could perceive the Calamity Blood Crocodile King's internal anxieties.

"Very well."

The man in the blood robe's expression flickered for several seconds before he finally nodded with evident difficulty.

He made no further move.

This youth in white was far too mysterious, too formidable.

If the opponent's previous strike had involved a Divine Weapon, he would undoubtedly have sustained injuries already.

Despite the formidable physical defenses of the Calamity Blood Crocodile Clan, the punch from the youth in white had sent internal organs churning violently, a testament to his terrifying strength.

Such frightening power, even with just a God level weapon, would be enough to shatter his crocodile scales.

"The Calamity Blood Crocodiles of Blood Abyss Lake are also victims, unlike those from the Dragon Hidden Continent. I am not unreasonable, so I shall not trouble you. Everything will wait until the Goddess of Ancient arrives."

Ye Yun chuckled softly.

He spoke his mind aloud.

There is always a reason and someone to blame.

The true villains responsible for sending the Calamity Blood Crocodiles to the Dragon Hidden Continent were the Zhen Heavenly Sect; the ones suppressed in Blood Abyss Lake were unrelated.

They too are victims.

"I hope what you say is true..."

The man in the blood robe gazed deeply at Ye Yun, his expression complex as he spoke.

He believed the youth's words only half-heartedly.

However, the opponent's might was overwhelming, making conflict unavoidable.

It was always wise to leave room for future dealings.

This thought somewhat calmed his mind.

Thunder rumbled...

Suddenly, a loud noise erupted from the surface of the lake.

Around half of the God King experts from the Calamity Blood Crocodile Clan began to pound their chests with their fists, spitting blood into the air.

The remaining crocodiles formed a circle around the blood, chanting incantations and dancing, resembling an ancient sacrificial ritual.

The gathered heartblood from these God King experts formed a pool of blood, emitting a terrifying aura.

Ancient blood sigils materialized within the blood, drifting and glowing faintly.

"The sigils of the Ancient Clan are truly enigmatic..."

Ye Yun's eyes flickered with contemplation.

The might of the Ancient Clan is undeniably significant.

Throughout his journey.

He had encountered numerous powerful figures and divine techniques from the Ancient Clan, each one distinct and potent.

Sounds of flowing water echoed...

The sigils within the bloody pool shifted and rearranged, coalescing into an intricate circular symbol.

"Ascend!"

A beam of blood-red light shot forth from the symbol, piercing the void and vanishing.

Following the dissipation of the blood light.

All the God King experts of the Calamity Blood Crocodile Clan, including the man in the blood robe, knelt in mid-air.

Every one of them wore a solemn expression, their eyes filled with fervent anticipation.

"Is the legendary Goddess of Ancient truly arriving?"

High above the lake, within the ranks of the Heaven-suppressing God Crocodile Clan, their leader, a middle-aged man, gazed skyward with evident apprehension.