American dude Allen loaded into a Chinese fantasy server Fog sealed the broken mountains at the edge of the southern wilds Before the shattered gate of Moonfall Sect the Grand Elder Daoist Qingsong led the last thirty disciples kneeling in mud

  Their faces were drained of color like men already dead Today was the final deadline from Tiger Roar Sect If they could not hand over one hundred top grade spirit stones Moonfall Sect would be wiped out before sunset

  Daoist Qingsong lifted his head to the sky and let out a helpless sigh He cursed only that the founding patriarch had ascended without leaving a single word He had abandoned his descendants to be trampled

  In the middle of that bleak despair the thick fog at the mountain gate suddenly boiled A ragged figure stumbled out of it There was no ripple of spiritual power at all

  Yet he had passed straight through the protective maze formation that even great Nascent Soul experts could not see through He appeared right in front of everyone like a knife cutting cloth

  The newcomer was Allen A veteran backpacker from California He looked wrecked beyond belief

  His expensive shell jacket had been torn into strips by thorns He gripped a snapped trekking pole in his hand His face was full of fear and exhaustion from being lost for three days

  But in Daoist Qingsong eyes everything tasted different Allen had no spiritual aura leaking out To Qingsong that meant a supreme realm where power returned to plainness

  Allen strange bright clothes looked broken yet still carried the shine of some unknown high grade material Even the broken wooden pole in his hand seemed to match the idea of the Great Dao being incomplete

  Allen stared at the crowd of people in ancient robes kneeling in the mud His stomach turned cold His mind screamed that this was a nightmare film set

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  He took a step back ready to run He mumbled in English that he was sorry and this was the wrong place

  Those strange sounds hit Daoist Qingsong ears like a great bell It was not the language of the nine provinces Yet it carried a rhythm that felt ancient and heavy

  It sounded like lost true words of the Dao from a forgotten era Daoist Qingsong whole body shook

  His mind completed the story on its own This must be a hidden Supreme Ancestor returning from the void because the sect was in danger That true word must be scolding the useless descendants for letting the sect fall so low

  Qingsong eyes filled with tears He slammed his forehead to the ground and shouted to welcome the Ancestor out of seclusion

  The disciples behind him followed at once They bowed until their foreheads hit mud Their voices shook the valley

  Allen legs went weak from terror He tried to explain He could not find a single sentence that would help

  A wild howl rose from the mountain road below Zhao Tiezhu an outer sect enforcer from Tiger Roar Sect stormed up with a pack of thugs He carried a ghost head saber that flashed with cold light

  He opened his mouth and demanded lives

  Allen had never seen real blades like this His brain went blank He froze where he stood

  Fear locked his face so hard it became numb He stared at Zhao Tiezhu only because he was too afraid to blink He thought if he closed his eyes his head would fall from his neck

  In Zhao Tiezhu eyes that expression became a bottomless death stare He had expected Moonfall Sect to be lambs on the chopping block Instead a strange man appeared out of nowhere

  This man faced a saber without even lifting an eyelid He had no killing aura at all Yet his stillness made the air feel wrong

  Cold sweat poured down Zhao Tiezhu forehead

  Zhao Tiezhu shouted a few threats to test him The strange man kept looking at him like he was an ant Not a word came out of him

  Allen finally regained a little control of his body His hand trembled as he lifted it He held his palm outward and waved it weakly

  He meant no no I cannot and please do not come closer

  But Zhao Tiezhu saw something else That casual wave looked like a supreme expert dismissing dust It felt like a warning that one finger could turn him to ash

  The pressure in his mind shattered Zhao Tiezhu screamed He spun and rolled and crawled down the mountain road dragging his men with him

  Allen watched the armed thugs flee for no reason His knees buckled He almost dropped into the mud

  Behind him the people of Moonfall Sect were already bowing until their bodies were flat They believed the Ancestor had released heaven shaking might They believed he had forced the enemy back with nothing but presence

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