The Clan Master Can't possibly Be A Mortal-Chapter 1254: Sun and Moon Taiji Sword

Myriad Clans Divine Mountain.

"Why did Ye Feng leave?"

"It must be a ploy. He’s deliberately making us think he left. Once we go out, he’ll ambush us, destroy us completely, and drain the hard-earned Origin we’ve been accumulating."

"Then what should we do?"

"Don’t go out, keep recovering."

"Alright."

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans dared not emerge, afraid this was Ye Feng’s scheme to lure them into the open.

They stayed put in their coffins.

"Let’s wait for a few years."

"Once the Hundred Tribulations Realm Clan Leaders awaken, they can kill Ye Feng one-on-one. Even if that fails, we can unleash the Heavenly Constellation Fusion Technique together and sweep across the Three Thousand Realms."

"You’re absolutely right!"

"A little more patience, and our springtime will come. We’ll roam the starry sky once again."

The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans fantasized about the future.

Not far away.

Sword Saint Yuexi and others listened to the Clan Leaders’ brazen chatter, their faces full of somber expressions.

"No need to panic!"

"The Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans are only bluffing."

"With their strength, they’re not enough to suppress us in the Three Thousand Realms. Let’s not even consider the others; just the top fifteen powerhouses on the Power God Ranking alone could sweep away the Myriad Clans."

"Exactly!"

"We are no longer the Human Race of a million years ago."

"Back then, besides the Nine Great Heavenly Venerables, other experts rarely even reached the Saint Realm."

"But now, we have over a dozen Hundred Tribulations Realm experts."

"Especially Thunder Emperor, Sword God, Spirit Venerable—these top-tier figures among top tiers—any one of them could crush the Myriad Clans."

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others whispered amongst themselves.

They did not hide their voices.

The dozens of resurgent Clan Leaders within the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain heard them loud and clear.

"Bah!"

The Chief of the Hunting Tribe was the first to retort, "You humans only know how to bluff. If you truly have powerhouses who can crush the Myriad Clans, let them come and kill us now!"

"Exactly! Saying you do when you don’t—hypocrites!"

The Mad Axe Tribe Chief immediately chimed in.

"Humans, are you all just pretentious show-offs?"

The other Clan Leaders also sneered.

Sword Saint Yuexi and the others immediately snorted coldly.

They wanted to continue arguing with the Clan Leaders, but after a moment’s thought, decided there was no need to justify anything.

The Three Thousand Realms indeed had its share of strong individuals.

As long as that fact held true, it was enough.

As for the Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, although it was still unclear why they were able to revive after a million years, their fate had already run out—they would not hop about for much longer.

Even if they emerged, they would be suppressed.

The current age was no longer the era of the Myriad Clans; it was now a golden age shared and jointly developed by the Human Race, Demon Race, Divine Race, Spirit Race, and countless other races.

...

Zhongzhou.

Ye Feng’s figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

Standing atop a large boulder, he oriented himself and prepared to fly toward the Ten Directions Holy Sect.

It was then that Ye Feng noticed something.

In the distance, on the open plain, a young man was fervently cultivating, employing close-combat divine skills.

With a single punch, the void shattered.

Lightning also erupted from his attacks.

It was pure thunderous power.

"Lin Wei, Holy Son of the Supreme Holy Sect."

Seeing this individual, Ye Feng activated the Eye of Insight, gleaning the young man’s basic information.

"That’s... Ye Feng!"

Lin Wei’s perception was acute, and since Ye Feng appeared right in front of him, it didn’t take long for him to notice and turn his gaze toward him.

Seeing Ye Feng, Lin Wei was stunned.

"Greetings, Sect Master Ye."

Lin Wei cupped his hands respectfully.

His expression was somewhat conflicted.

A few years ago, Ye Feng had just entered the Power God Ranking and caused a sensation throughout the Three Thousand Realms.

At that time, Lin Wei had already ranked within the top ten thousand.

Over the years.

Lin Wei had watched as Ye Feng climbed from twenty-seven thousandth place to his current rank, feeling an unexplainable sense of bitterness and helplessness.

However, that feeling had recently changed.

Ever since Ye Feng single-handedly stood against the resurgent Clan Leaders of the Myriad Clans, Lin Wei felt nothing but admiration for him.

Previously, Lin Wei only admired Thunder Emperor.

But now, he thought Ye Feng was just as incredible.

"You’re the Holy Son of the Supreme Holy Sect, Lin Wei. The thunderous power within you is remarkably pure—it seems you’ve inherited the Thunder Emperor’s legacy and received his personal guidance."

Ye Feng said with a smile.

"Sect Master Ye flatters me."

Lin Wei shook his head, "In your presence, the gap between me and you is like that of a firefly to the bright moon."

"Don’t underestimate yourself. Your talent is extraordinary; you’re simply still young, and the road ahead is long."

Ye Feng passed Lin Wei and flew off into the distance.

On the ground.

Lin Wei silently stared at Ye Feng’s departing figure.

High in the sky.

Ye Feng continued to soar.

He hadn’t expected such coincidence.

After teleporting from the starry sky to Zhongzhou, he had immediately encountered Lin Wei, the Holy Son of the Supreme Holy Sect—a kind of serendipity, perhaps.

...

Ten Directions Holy Sect.

The Great Elder sensed a dangerous aura.

"Is it time?"

He quickly left the Elders’ Hall and stood at the gates of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, gazing at the bright blue sky.

A black dot appeared in his vision.

It grew larger and larger.

Soon, a figure came into clear view.

It was Ye Feng!

"So, he’s come after all."

Within the Sect Master’s Grand Hall, the voice of the Ten Directions Saint Emperor sounded slowly, tinged with helplessness.

At the sect’s gates.

Ye Feng landed on the ground.

The Great Elder stood in front of a white jade stele inscribed with the words, "Ten Directions All Heavens, Vast as the Seas," his aged face filled with melancholy and gravity.

Behind him stood many others.

They were the elders and disciples of the Ten Directions Holy Sect.

"This is a personal grudge between Ye Feng and me. None of you shall interfere!"

The Great Elder said in a deep voice.

His fists clenched tightly, hidden within his long sleeves, his teeth gritting as he locked eyes with Ye Feng, who wore white robes and stood in front of the sect gates.

"You knew I’d come?"

Ye Feng asked the Great Elder.

His voice was calm, his gaze devoid of emotion.

"Indeed, this grudge between us must end. From the moment I saw you vanish from the screen showing the Myriad Clans Divine Mountain, I knew you were coming for me."

The Great Elder sighed.

He had no confidence in defeating Ye Feng.

Not even a shred!

"Our grudge is indeed personal. If you hadn’t assisted the Grand Elder of the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect against me, today’s events wouldn’t have happened."

Ye Feng said.

He glanced toward the Sect Master’s Grand Hall in the distance, sensing a strong yet concealed aura inside.

It was the Ten Directions Saint Emperor! freēwēbηovel.c૦m

A top-tier powerhouse at the Hundred Tribulations Realm.

However, Ye Feng was unfazed.

He was undying and indestructible; even if the Ten Directions Saint Emperor intervened, he could still escape unscathed.

At that moment.

The Great Elder extended his arms and spoke aloud:

"Ye Feng, I admit I am no match for you. Back then, I sided with the Devouring Heaven Demonic Sect’s Grand Elder to oppose you because of the promise of the treasure within Jade Fairy Mountain."

"For that, I have no regrets."

"As the Great Elder of the Ten Directions Holy Sect, I needed that treasure to nurture new Supreme Saint-level talents and contribute to the sect’s growth."

"I did nothing wrong!"

The Great Elder’s voice became more resolute as he spoke.

"The grudge between us isn’t a matter of right or wrong, but of standing on opposing sides." Ye Feng shook his head.

"How do you intend to resolve this? Kill me?"

The Great Elder pointed to his own head, "I alone bear the consequences of my actions. If you’re here to take my life, let it be, but please don’t harm a single blade of grass or a single soul in the Ten Directions Holy Sect... Of course, I will resist, and I’ll fight to my death!"

As he spoke.

The Great Elder retrieved a sharp sword, its surface adorned with sun and moon engravings, emanating solar and lunar powers. Though not as pure as that of Ye Feng’s, its strength was undeniable.

This sword was his life-bound holy weapon.

The Sun and Moon Taiji Sword!

"A fine sword!"

Ye Feng admired the Sun and Moon Taiji Sword, unabashed in his praise.

"What, do you intend to praise me before killing me, so I can die at peace?"

The Great Elder said in a deep voice.