Checking in for 100,000 Years Chapter 1423: Ancient Demon Violin?

"If you have the guts, kill us!"

Even though they lay on the ground, some still refused to submit, starting to use their own life and death to threaten the Ancient Clan.

It seemed that in the face of hatred between the two races, even if they died on the spot, they would have no regrets.

The gray-robed man glanced at Ye Yun, noting that only the Supreme God Sovereign remained silent, and nodded to himself.

His gaze grew sharp as he looked at the still defiant Divine Soil Spirits, sneering, "Hmph, a bunch of useless beings. Now, you are powerless; killing you would be as easy as slaughtering chickens!"

"Kill us, anyway, we will never join the Ancient Clan!"

Someone struggled to stand, speaking with a face full of tragic determination.

The gray-robed man showed a mocking smile, crossing his arms and disdainfully said, "Hehe, the strength of our Ancient Clan is beyond your mere spirits’ imagination. If we want you to join us, it’s easily achieved, as we can control your primordial spirit..."

After saying that.

The gray-robed man looked towards Ye Yun, smiling expectantly and asked, "Supreme God Sovereign, you haven’t expressed your opinion yet. Are you considering joining our Ancient Clan?"

Ye Yun chuckled, remembering Nangong Jade’s exquisite little face, his heart fluttering, and he laughed, "Call out the person in charge here... Oh, right, the Goddess of Ancient. I want to discuss this matter directly with her..."

"Presumptuous!"

The gray-robed man’s face instantly turned cold, his brows furrowing, angrily rebuking, "Our goddess is of esteemed status, how could you be worthy of meeting her?"

Hidden in the mist around the gray-robed man were other clan members of the Ancient Clan, who were now staring coldly at Ye Yun, their expressions very unfriendly.

Goddess of Ancient—

She is the leader of their Ancient Clan, of unparalleled status. Even these clan members do not have the privilege of meeting the Goddess of Ancient frequently.

A cultivator lying on the ground looked at Ye Yun’s back, confused in his heart: "Is the Supreme God Sovereign mad? Why does he still wish to meet the Goddess of Ancient?"

Thinking of this, the cultivator felt frustrated, propped himself up, and loudly shouted: "Supreme God Sovereign, a man can die but cannot be humiliated, no need to waste words with them!"

"Shut up."

Ye Yun casually glanced at the person, uttering two words.

"Hehe, interesting..." The gray-robed man felt intrigued seeing two people internally quarrel, instead starting to enjoy the spectacle.

Ye Yun, oblivious to others, took out the Ancient Demon Violin, gently stroking it with nostalgic eyes.

He initially intended to pass the Ancient Demon Violin through the gray-robed man to Nangong Jade, but suddenly remembered that Nangong Jade was cultivating the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path.

How could she remember the Ancient Demon Violin?

Thinking of the past, Ye Yun felt despondent, strumming the Ancient Demon Violin, a soft sense of sorrow appearing on his face.

Strum strum...

The Ancient Demon Violin emitted a deep sound, echoing in the surrounding mist.

The numerous cultivators of Divine Soil were stunned at the Supreme God Sovereign’s unusual behavior for a moment.

Is this the time?

Trapped in the tiger’s den, yet still having the mind to play the violin to express grief here?

Were it not for the fear of the Supreme God Sovereign’s strength, someone would likely have jumped out to curse by now.

"The Ancient Demon Violin?"

Deep within the mist, a red-clothed woman suddenly opened her beautiful eyes, glanced over.

Seeing this familiar Ancient Demon Violin, her expression slightly changed, her eyes complex, as if recalling many past events.

"How did this Ancient Demon Violin end up in the hands of the Supreme God Sovereign?"

The red-clothed woman murmured, evidently unable to believe this reality.

"Ming Gu, invite the Supreme God Sovereign to see me!"

The red-clothed woman’s lips softly opened, sending a transmission.

Upon hearing the goddess’s transmission, the gray-robed man who was watching the show suddenly shivered, his demeanor becoming serious.

"Supreme God Sovereign, please follow me..."

The gray-robed man looked at Ye Yun meaningfully, then slowly turned.

Ye Yun stopped playing the violin, holding the Ancient Demon Violin as he followed behind the gray-robed man.

"Could it be that Nangong Jade retains some remaining memory, causing her to still remember this Ancient Demon Violin?"

A thought suddenly surfaced in Ye Yun’s mind, bringing a hint of joy to his eyes.

The gray-robed man headed into the depths of the mist, Ye Yun closely followed, quickly disappearing from the sight of those Divine Soil Spirits.

"This matter is somewhat strange..."

An elder frowned, muttering to himself.

When something unusual occurs, it invariably has an evil cause.

The Supreme God Sovereign took out a violin and played some notes, only to be taken away by that gray-robed man.

Beside him, a middle-aged man suddenly had a flash of insight, couldn’t help but say, "Could it be that playing the violin was a signal?"

"Possible, there must be some connection between the Supreme God Sovereign and the Ancient Clan..."

The elder nodded.

"What nonsense are you saying, have you grown a bear’s heart or a leopard’s gall that you dare to speculate about the Supreme God Sovereign like this?"

The Hegemonic Slaughter God King, who hadn’t spoken before, swayed as he stood up, pointing at everyone and shouting angrily.

A young man frowned and said, "Hegemonic Slaughter God King, the Supreme God Sovereign severely injured you, why are you still speaking for him now?"

"We were just sparring, isn’t it normal to get somewhat injured? Are you intentionally exposing my wound?"

The Hegemonic Slaughter God King, looking furious, swayed as he walked towards the young man, throwing a punch.

Currently, his cultivation base was confined, his body weak and powerless, this punch was light, without much strength.

The youthful man, full of vigor, seeing the punch from Hegemonic Slaughter God King, actually threw a kick towards his chest.

Bam bam!

The punches and kicks each hit both sides, and both were about to collapse, nearly falling.

"You still dare to fight back!"

The Hegemonic Slaughter God King, angry at heart, lunged forward like a hungry tiger, and the next moment, the two began grappling together.

They rolled continuously on the ground like two shrewish women fighting, extremely fierce.

"This..."

Many cultivators hurriedly backed away, their faces showing helplessness.

The two grand God Kings brawling here, if this spreads, it would truly be disgraceful.

"Esteemed friends, please cease fighting..."

An elderly man in white really couldn’t bear watching, propped himself up to come over, with a helpless expression, smiling bitterly and trying to persuade.

The Hegemonic Slaughter God King, fierce in appearance, roared viciously, "Stop my ass, I’m going to beat him to death!"

After saying that.

The Hegemonic Slaughter God King seemed possessed by a spirit, his punches and kicks swift and powerful, momentarily gaining the upper hand, beating the young man black and blue.

Of course, the young man was not willing to be defeated, also stirring up ferocity, continuing to tangle with the Hegemonic Slaughter God King.

The scene once again descended into chaos.

Seeing that their attempts at persuasion were fruitless, the crowd reluctantly gave up.

After all, both had their cultivation bases confined, barely any strength left, after a while, when they exhausted their energy, their anger would dissipate.

By then, the two would naturally separate.

...

Perhaps the gray-robed man found Ye Yun’s pace too slow, after walking a short distance, suddenly a black halo appeared underfoot.

The black halo just encircled Ye Yun within it.

The halo gently rippled like a wave, the two disappearing inside it.

"It’s similar to the divine skill that reduces earthly distances to inches..."

Ye Yun smiled slightly, indifferent, letting the gray-robed man freely exhibit his skills.

Just like that.

When the next halo appeared, the gray-robed man stopped his steps.

"We’re here."

The gray-robed man looked forward into the dense mist, his breathing calmed, revealing a respectful expression.