I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 648 648: The Dao Ancestor Manifested!

"Lord Black Dragon God has fallen!"

"Lord Black Dragon God has fallen!"

"..."

The flood dragons soaring overhead witnessed the Black Dragon God's downfall, letting out eerie wails reminiscent of wailing spirits and beasts before fleeing chaotically every which way.

Members of the Sky Fire Tribe observed the dramatic events before their eyes, standing rigidly like stone carvings, utterly refusing to accept the astonishing sight they'd just beheld.

Could a mighty demon god truly be subdued with such effortless dominance?

Are we all trapped in some vivid illusion, or has the very fabric of this realm twisted into something bizarre?

This bewildering notion echoed through the thoughts of every tribesman there.

The Grand Priest and Clan Chief snapped back to reality first among them. They exchanged a quick look, spotting profound astonishment mirrored in one another's gaze.

"Pinch me!"

Uttering these words together, the pair erupted into hearty guffaws right away.

"Hahaha..."

"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe! If a Dragon God fails to crush us, then I declare—with the Three Ancestors staying hidden—who in all the lands could possibly bring ruin to my Sky Fire Tribe!"

The Clan Chief bellowed with wild excitement, and the nearby tribesfolk dove into the celebration alongside him.

"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe!"

"Heaven hasn't abandoned our Sky Fire Tribe!"

"..."

Among the waves of shocked cheers and jubilant shouts, a single voice rang out prominently!

"Father, Father, A Yan's words were spot on. His master can indeed safeguard our Sky Fire Tribe!"

This exclamation drew the attention of many toward the source, where they spotted the father of the Young Clan Chief dashing over barefoot to the formally dressed Clan Chief, utterly devoid of any poise.

On a typical day, the Clan Chief might have smacked his useless firstborn son. Yet today felt worlds apart; he was eager to hear whatever bombshell this son might drop next.

"Oh, spill the details."

The Clan Chief responded with a grin.

"Father, here's what went down..."

Jiang's father recounted how Jiang Yan had set up his master's statue in their household, directing that should the Sky Fire Tribe face total annihilation, they ought to prostrate three times and kowtow nine times to summon his master's aid.

He hadn't rushed out sooner because he'd been at home honoring that revered figure. Little did he anticipate that the entity would truly descend in response.

"Is this for real?!"

The Clan Chief and Grand Priest exclaimed, their faces etched with sheer disbelief.

Jiang's father quickly assured them, "Father, Grand Priest, your son wouldn't dare mislead you two."

"Hurry, lead us to venerate that statue at once."

Though the pair hadn't gotten a clear view of the mighty being's features before, that imposing form had seared itself into their memories, impossible to erase. Encountering the statue would surely confirm it for them.

"Sure thing."

Jiang's father had been itching to relocate that revered statue to the Sky Fire Tribe's central ancestral hall, and this moment presented the ideal chance.

With Lord Fire God gone, the Sky Fire Tribe lacked a genuine deity to revere anymore. Now, an entity surpassing even the Black Dragon God had emerged; they couldn't let this slip by. The deceased Fire God no longer warranted continued devotion.

Soon enough, Jiang's father guided a band of clan elders to his family's ancestral chamber.

The moment they laid eyes on the statue, all those gathered dropped to their knees in reverence. No further prompting from Jiang's father was required.

The Grand Priest intoned with deep piety, "Gratitude to you, Martial God, for your divine intervention."

Jiang's father interjected hastily, "Grand Priest, Yan'er mentioned his master isn't merely a Martial God, but something far superior. I believe he's known as the Dao Ancestor."

Hiss...

At these words, everyone there involuntarily drew in sharp, chilling breaths.

All directed awe-filled stares at the statue. Simultaneously, a wave of envy washed over them toward Jiang's father—despite his lackluster talents, he'd secured his standing in the clan thanks to his offspring.

One had to admit that raising a child in these times demanded real expertise.

"Based on Yan'er's account, his master holds power rivaling the Three Ancestors. Nothing less could effortlessly overpower the Black Dragon God via just a statue."

The Clan Chief swiftly pinpointed the crux of the matter.

"Precisely."

The Grand Priest agreed, adding, "Let's transport the Black Dragon God's corpse now to dedicate to this Dao Ancestor."

"Hold on."

Jiang's father cut in, halting the Grand Priest.

In times past, such interruption from Jiang's father would have drawn furious scolding from the elders. But at this juncture, the group silently observed him, curious about any superior idea he might offer.

The Grand Priest inquired, "What's your proposal?"

"To the Grand Priest, Clan Chief, and fellow elders: earlier, out of respect for Lord Fire God's honor, we left his statue untouched in the sacrificial chamber. With the Fire God's statue now shattered and the god himself fallen, we owe it to this Dao Ancestor to honor him with the utmost rites. Anything less wouldn't suffice to express our thanks for his timely rescue."

Jiang's father laid out his case logically and convincingly, earning fresh respect from those around him.

Even the Clan Chief flashed him a thumbs-up. "You've matured. As your father, this fills me with pride. You and the Grand Priest will oversee the statue's transfer ritual. I'll gather folks to haul the Black Dragon God back to the sacrificial hall and present it as tribute to that exalted one."

"Excellent!"

The Grand Priest sealed the plan.

These events unfolded vividly within the Heaven-Viewing Mirror. Jiang Yan observed his grandfather directing the tribute of the Black Dragon God to his master, exhaling a deep breath of relief.

Chu Yan remarked with awe, "Father's might is overwhelming. He didn't even need to strike personally against a Dragon God—a mere mental command subdued it. I can't wait to witness Master clashing with the Three Ancestors."

Ji Jiuwu grinned and ribbed him upon hearing that, "Chatting about Master like this behind his back—aren't you worried he'll enforce justice on his own blood?"

Chu Yan shot back without words, "Senior Brother, 'enforcing justice on one's own kin' isn't the right phrase for that."

Meanwhile, Chu Feng, lounging in the main hall flipping through a comic, abruptly caught a fervent voice resounding in his thoughts.

"Mighty Dao Ancestor, we stand as your devoted followers. We thank you for vanquishing the Black Dragon God. Accept this tribute we humbly offer."

???

A stack of massive question marks flooded Chu Feng's mind. Since when had he become a target for such adoration?

Employing his divine sense to probe, the vision of a crowd endlessly paying homage to him soon materialized in his consciousness.

Gazing down at these individuals, he promptly recognized them as the folk from A Yan's Sky Fire Tribe. In their sacrificial hall stood a Saint Realm black dragon as the apparent gift they presented—this beast was their sacrifice.

Yet how had these people managed to fell this black dragon? Chu Feng directed his divine sense to his statue and discovered they'd activated one instance of its infused might.

He hadn't anticipated their ingenuity. He'd quelled the black dragon, and rather than claim it for themselves, they'd promptly dedicated it to him.

As this came from their earnest intentions, he'd graciously receive it.

With a mere flicker of intent from Chu Feng, the black dragon vanished from the hall in an instant.

The Grand Priest and companions beheld this and cried out with zealous fervor, "The Dao Ancestor has appeared! The Dao Ancestor has appeared!"

Chu Feng tuned into their exuberant praises and felt an urge to chuckle. Given their perceptiveness, he'd bestow some rewards. A surge of his divine will sent a ray of light cascading onto the statue, replenishing the power that had been expended.

Witnessing this, the assembled group prostrated before the statue, lingering in worship for quite some time before retreating.

Chu Feng eyed the black dragon's remains before him. With a light sweep of his hand, he extracted the Demon God Core from its dantian. He could distinctly feel it pulsing with nine Dao resonances. Devouring and refining it outright would grant him nine such resonances. Yet crafting it into pills for his disciples to ingest could yield ninety in total.

Still, none of his disciples had reached Saint level yet, leaving him no choice but to process this Dragon God Core into Great Dao Pills.

With that in mind, Chu Feng called out, "Everyone, gather in the main hall at once."

Shortly after, Ji Jiuwu and the other disciples arrived in the main hall. They all saluted Chu Feng deferentially, intoning, "We pay our respects to Master."

"Skip the formalities."

Chu Feng gestured toward the black dragon's corpse on the floor. "Half of this black dragon stays here. A Yan claims half of what's left after that, and you all split the remainder evenly."

"Many thanks, Master."

They chorused together. No one contested Master's allocation. After all, the Sky Fire Tribe had gifted this Black Dragon God to Master, making it reasonable for A Yan to receive a quarter.

"I'll retreat into seclusion soon to concoct these pills. Unless it's urgent, leave me undisturbed."

No sooner had Chu Feng finished than Jiang Yan piped up, "Master, might your disciple watch as you refine the pills?"

"Certainly, come along."

With those words, Chu Feng guided Jiang Yan as they headed to the alchemy chamber of the Dao-Seeking Sect...