I was just making up techniques… how did all of you become Emperors? Chapter 656 656: Chu Feng: From Today, Wendao Sect Recruits Disciples from All Clans

Boom rumble!

With the Three Ancestors crashing down from the heavens to the earth, a series of thunderous explosions echoed without end.

Yet, the whole of the Hongyuan Continent right then appeared as if time itself had halted, wrapped in utter silence.

The skies and lands stayed hushed, while the oceans lay still without a single wave.

In that instant, every mighty figure from the hundred clans fixed their eyes upon the figure who bore the sun and moon on his head and stepped across the starry river.

To them, the Dao Ancestor stood as the ultimate authority, the undying legend of this realm. Henceforth, conflicts between the three clans would cease, and the fight for dominance in this grand age would end—only the Dao Ancestor's rule over the world would prevail!

Two familiar alert chimes echoed once more in Chu Feng's consciousness. In this single clash, he had collected 2997 Dao Flowers. Yet, this bounty stemmed from plundering the three clans' destiny—the Three Ancestors on their own didn't possess nearly that many Dao Flowers.

Rather than pressing the attack and wiping them out with his blade, he let his eyes scan the gathered members of the three clans and declared coolly: "Does anyone else dare to challenge this Dao Ancestor?"

His statement landed, and the creatures of the three clans snapped out of their stunned daze. They dropped to their knees in surrender before Chu Feng: "We wouldn't dare. Please, Dao Ancestor, show mercy and let us live."

The Three Ancestors lay defeated already. Even if they rushed him all at once, they couldn't stand against the Dao Ancestor—they'd just throw away their lives for nothing.

Witnessing their submission, Chu Feng replied calmly: "I don't slaughter without reason. Henceforth, your three clans shall pull back from the Central Continent. Should you ever stir up trouble there again, I will march into the Dragon, Phoenix, and Qilin Continents and wipe out your lineages entirely."

"We shall heed the Dao Ancestor's decree!"

The Demon Gods from the three clans chorused together.

Chu Feng went on: "If you behave yourselves, in a century's time, you can dispatch a prodigy to my Wendao Sect to train. I promise that in five hundred years, a new Ancestor will rise among your ranks."

These words left the Demon Gods of the three clans momentarily stunned. The five-clawed azure dragon spoke up first: "Dao Ancestor, do you truly mean that?"

Chu Feng responded steadily: "Of course. I founded this sect not to seize control of the world, but solely to spread the Dao, share wisdom, and clear doubts. The delay of a hundred years before you send pupils to the Wendao Sect serves as your chastisement."

The three clans naturally harbored doubts about Chu Feng's promise. But in their current state, they had no alternative. Only by adhering to his terms could they persist on this land.

The youthful leaders of the three clans advanced and declared: "We pledge to abide by the Dao Ancestor's directives. We request permission to retrieve our Ancestors' remains."

Chu Feng answered: "Very well, though their godheads stay behind."

Hearing this, the faces of the three young leaders twisted in dismay. The vital essence in their Ancestors' forms—what the Dao Ancestor termed the godhead—mattered most. With the other side refusing to yield them, what recourse did they have?

Chu Feng offered no pause for deliberation. With a sweep of his mighty hand, he extracted the Three Ancestors' godheads before handing over their bodies.

Left with little option, the three young leaders claimed their Ancestors' corpses and retreated to their own territories.

Once the three clans had departed, Chu Feng announced: "Starting today, my Wendao Sect opens its doors to talents from all hundred clans. In ten years on this very day, cultivators from the hundred clans are welcome at the Wendao Sect for the entrance trials."

Though his voice remained moderate, it swiftly carried across the full expanse of the Central Continent.

Every being who caught those words lit up with thrilled looks. After all, securing any legacy on the Hongyuan Continent proved incredibly tough. What's more, the decade-long strife among the three clans had all but shattered the foundations of the hundred clans.

The Dao Ancestor now flung wide his gates to take in students—this news stood as the ultimate boon for them all.

The folk of the hundred clans prostrated thrice in the Wendao Sect's direction. Chu Feng promptly felt the collective aspiration of all life. His Dao Flowers had now surpassed three thousand. Were it not for the need to retreat and cultivate after this epic fight, he would have ascended to the Divine King stage ages ago.

At last, Chu Feng grasped the essence of how eras forge legends. All his actions, aimed at letting the Wendao Sect govern this land, aligned perfectly with the Heavenly Dao's will.

It appeared that even reaching Divine King status couldn't break free from the Heavenly Dao's bounds. Only as an Immortal Emperor, shouldering Heaven's mandate, could one rise above this plane.

With his proclamation done, Chu Feng withdrew into the Wendao Sect. His disciples and grand-disciples gazed at him in worshipful awe.

"What's the matter? Have you forgotten who I am?"

Cao Youqian piped up first: "Master, your might is beyond measure. Facing the Three Ancestors single-handedly—in our terms, one man holding down three Divine Kings. Even the annals of our Wendao Academy hold no such legend."

"You rascal, always quick with the praise. Take this Qilin Ancestor's godhead life pill."

Chu Feng flung a sacred elixir toward Cao Youqian. The youth snatched it mid-air, his face twisting in disbelief as he stuttered: "Master, isn't this far too valuable?"

"Still pretending with me, eh?"

Chu Feng shot the boy a scornful glance and added: "The Qilin Ancestor's godhead got whittled down plenty by my blade already. Refine it bit by bit once you hit Saint level. By the time you claim godhood, it'll smooth out countless hurdles."

As he spoke, Chu Feng hurled the Phoenix Ancestor's godhead life pill to Xiao Chen: "Chen'er, grab it."

"My gratitude, Master."

Xiao Chen replied with deep respect. He harbored no resentment that Master had passed the godhead life pill to Da Qian ahead of him. To his mind, Master regarded him and Da Qian with perfect fairness.

Chu Feng's eyes roamed over the rest of the group and he stated: "This final godhead life pill goes to whoever first reaches the Saint realm. That one will claim the role of future sect master for my Wendao Sect."

His declaration plunged the area into hush. Beyond Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian, the other pupils displayed stunned faces. None had foreseen their Master uttering such a thing.

Ji Jiuwu blurted out without thinking: "Master, are you intending to depart from the Wendao Sect?"

"You've hit the mark, kid, though not yet—someday down the line. After all, you youngsters haven't matured fully. How could I abandon the Wendao Sect? Still, I must reveal one matter today."

Chu Feng's voice turned grave here. Every disciple around him straightened, hanging on their Master's words with rapt attention.

"From this day forward, my Wendao Sect splits into seven academies: Sword Cultivation, Body Cultivation, Dharma Cultivation, Alchemy Cultivation, Artifact Refining, Demon Cultivation, and Spirit Cultivation. Plus two others—the Genius Academy and the External Affairs Academy.

Xiao Chen, Cao Youqian, Ji Jiuwu, Jiang Yan, Mo Yi, Lu Ming, and Chu Yan will lead those seven academies in turn. Yun He and Qing Song handle the External Affairs Academy. The Genius Academy launches in a hundred years' time..."

Thirty minutes on, Chu Feng wrapped up his rundown of the nine academies. He now saw why deans from his old life droned on so endlessly in addresses. He'd tasted it firsthand—that sensation felt rather satisfying.

Having absorbed their Master's plans, the disciples brimmed with zeal. At last, they could step into roles as instructors too.

Noting his pupils' fervor, Chu Feng grinned and declared: "Enough talk. Today marks the Wendao Sect's zenith, lording over the Central Continent. Let's revel hard—drinking till we drop!"

"Yes!"

The group cheered with vigor.

A night of revelry ensued.

The following morning, Chu Feng entered seclusion. The Dao Flowers surging inside him demanded release no longer.

He shut his eyes and assumed the lotus position, squeezing down the Dao Flowers in his core. As they condensed relentlessly, they morphed into threads of divine essence. This essence pooled in his mind's sea, slowly shaping shards of a godhead.

Advancing from Saint to God marked a profound shift too. Per the Sage Academy's forebear, the core gap between Saints and Divine Kings lay not just in the remaking of flesh and spirit, but in wielding the Great Dao itself.

Saints drew law power from the Great Dao's edicts in heaven and earth. Divine Kings, by contrast, claimed those edicts as their own, forging a domain. In that domain, a Divine King reigned supreme.

Had the Hongyuan Continent's cultivation path been fuller, and the Three Ancestors wielded domains with greater finesse, victory in that fight might have slipped away. He could have met his end alongside the Three Ancestors.

This confrontation deepened Chu Feng's insight into Divine Kings. The breakthrough felt far less daunting now—he simply required time for it to unfold on its own.

Days slipped by steadily. Even without Chu Feng's presence at the Wendao Sect, daily life for the disciples flowed on unbroken.

Xiao Chen and Cao Youqian lingered briefly before heading off with their followers. Their Nameless Sword Sacred Land and Tyrant Fist Sacred Land still lacked true heirs. They couldn't fully detach yet. Only once they'd groomed fitting successors would they circle back to the Wendao Sect for duties.

In a flash, a decade flew past. This day heralded the Wendao Sect's fresh intake. Ji Jiuwu and company rose at dawn, readying to descend the peak for new blood. Abruptly, a pillar of divine radiance pierced the firmament from their Master's retreat spot...

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