Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 1097 - 533: The Nine Great True Spirit Clans and the History of the Northern Continent

"This."

The instant Jiang Fan showed up, Chu Qiudao sensed intense nervousness flooding through him.

Having once reached Divinity Transformation Perfection as a cultivator, he detected that the enigmatic figure standing before him possessed bottomless depths.

His presence blended seamlessly into the surrounding void.

Each gesture flowed as if it were an extension of the emptiness itself.

Without question, this enigmatic cultivator's power was utterly horrifying.

Likely at Divinity Transformation realm or beyond.

He hadn't anticipated running into such a powerful high-level expert so soon after regaining his memories.

Yet, this turn of events might not be unfortunate for him at all.

He was on the verge of death at Sima Bei's hands regardless.

Should this mysterious cultivator intervene, survival could be possible.

Still, he held his tongue, opting to observe silently.

Uncertainty lingered about the stranger's true intentions.

"Who are you?"

"How dare you show yourself before me, Sima Bei?"

"Are you this kid's supporter?"

Sima Bei squinted his eyes, fixing his gaze on Jiang Fan.

Chu Qiudao's elusive cultivation hinted at a deep link to this newcomer.

Anxiety didn't grip Sima Bei in the slightest.

Such unwavering assurance stemmed from the Sima Clan's backing.

Within Sima Clan lands, challengers against their members were nonexistent.

"Noisy."

"What makes you bold enough to utter words in my presence?"

Jiang Fan regarded the cluster of cultivators with cold indifference.

Bang!

A mere glance unleashed a devastating power from above.

Resembling plummeting stars, it smashed down upon the Sima Clan group.

Instantly, Sima Bei and his companions disintegrated into dust, reduced to a bloody haze.

"This."

Chu Qiudao stared in stunned disbelief at the sight.

He had realized this mysterious cultivator's profundity.

Yet, he never foresaw such ruthless ferocity, obliterating the Sima Clan bunch in a flash.

One must remember, Sima Bei was a core Sima Clan descendant, cherished by his kin.

The mighty Li Hou bloodline coursed through his veins.

This formed the Sima Clan's foundation as a True Spirit Clan.

Their forebears had unearthed a True Spirit Li Hou corpse, extracting its bloodline essence.

Thus, Sima Clan members wielded fragments of True Spirit Li Hou's might.

Thanks to this gift, their battle prowess surpassed same-realm foes by over tenfold.

Exceptional ones amplified it to dozens of times.

But the gap here proved overwhelmingly immense.

In a single moment, Sima Bei and his allies were utterly erased.

"Senior, those were Sima Clan members."

"Slaying them means provoking the Sima Clan."

"The Sima Clan never spares even the tiniest slight."

"Once they discover you killed Sima Bei, pursuit will follow."

Chu Qiudao felt compelled to warn.

Death held no terror for him, thanks to his reincarnation across lives.

This mysterious cultivator lacked such a gift; death meant true oblivion.

No revival awaited.

Despite the stranger's profound cultivation, Chu Qiudao doubted they could rival the Sima Clan.

As a top-tier lineage dominating the Northern Continent, their legacy was intimately known to him.

Spanning tens of millions of years on the Northern Continent.

From antiquity to now, their dominance never waned.

Such was the terror of the Nine Great True Spirit Clans.

"Oh? A True Spirit Clan, huh?"

"Didn't think remnants like them lingered in this age."

"I figured they'd vanished long ago; how intriguing."

With a casual flick, Jiang Fan pulled Sima Bei and the others' souls into his Human Emperor Banner.

He then swiftly scanned the memories of these Sima Clan experts.

At once, vast knowledge of the Northern Continent surged into his mind's core.

This granted him complete insight into the continent's intricacies.

Indeed, only veterans from ancient clans held such detailed awareness.

Loose cultivators lacked this grasp of the land's storied past.

The Nine Great True Spirit Clans rose fifty million years back.

In bygone eras, demons and beasts had overrun the Northern Continent entirely, morphing it into the Demon Realm.

Human and Demon Race cultivators faced near-total annihilation.

A handful of humans eked out survival in deep subterranean lairs by pure chance.

Time's inexorable force prevailed, however.

Though demons and monsters dominated the Northern Continent,

absent human foes and rival races, they turned on one another viciously.

Mutual slaughter ensued.

Amid one colossal conflict, the demons decimated themselves.

Only brainless beasts lingered on the Northern Continent.

As subterranean supplies dwindled, daring human cultivators ventured forth from hiding, reclaiming the surface.

These trailblazers birthed the Nine Great True Spirit Clans.

Emerging first onto the surface, threats had mostly faded.

Fortunes abounded, treasures lay plentiful.

By sheer destiny, the Nine Great True Spirit Clans' founders uncovered myriad True Spirit relics, claiming their potent inheritances.

From there, prosperity unfolded effortlessly.

Empowered by supreme gifts and might, they surged in strength, purged the Northern Continent of beasts, and rekindled human dominion upon the soil.