Chapter 797: Who Among Us Didn

Ten Thousand Victory Objects!

Li Rui’s pupils shrank slightly.

Victory-suppressing objects suppress one Dao.

Each victory-suppressing object corresponds to one Dao.

Legend says that in ancient times, the world once held Ten Thousand Victory Objects—literally, objects that could suppress any Dao, regardless of type!

The small green vial in his hand was one such Ten Thousand Victory Object.

‘Could Baiyu Jing really possess a Ten Thousand Victory Object?!’

Li Rui’s heart jolted.

The value of a Ten Thousand Victory Object was astronomically high—nearly equivalent to creating a True Sovereign by ignoring Dao entirely; even the Four Supreme Ones might not possess such a divine artifact.

Zhu Ge Ming chuckled: ‘Just take it, boy. This one only suppresses the True Sovereign realm. A Ten Thousand Victory Object capable of suppressing a Dao Lord? Even old me, or even the Three Pure Ones Sect, couldn’t produce one.’

‘Don’t think you’re above Taihua Province once you reach Zhongzhou. Let me tell you, this alone will keep you fed for life.’

In truth, he had long kept this item.

Ever since Li Rui returned from the Ascension Platform, he had been watching.

If Li Rui had obtained a victory-suppressing object, there would have been no need—he would have kept it for future generations.

After all, possessing more than one was useless.

But after Li Rui returned to Baiyu Jing, he had locked himself away in seclusion for years, with no sign of breaking through.

Before Li Rui could come to him.

Zhu Ge Ming grew impatient himself.

He was likely the first Dao Lord ever to go out of his way to deliver a Ten Thousand Victory Object.

He’d worn himself out worrying.

Li Rui took a deep breath, bowed low: ‘Thank you, Ancestor.’

Zhu Ge Ming waved his hand: ‘Focus on your cultivation. Achieving Dao Lord status sooner will mean more than thanking me.’

‘This Ten Thousand Victory Object was passed down by our ancestors of Baiyu Jing—there were three in total.’

‘Two have already been used. This one is the last.’

Hearing this, Li Rui was even more stunned.

Baiyu Jing had been this wealthy.

Zhu Ge Ming glanced sideways, taking in Li Rui’s expression, and grunted: ‘You think, once you reach Zhongzhou, that Baiyu Jing has fallen behind?’

‘Who among us didn’t have ancestors who were once mighty?’

‘Our Baiyu Jing lineage actually traces back to the Ancient Immortal Court.’

The Ancient Immortal Court!

Even though Li Rui had suspected as much, hearing Zhu Ge Ming say it outright left his heart unsettled.

Zhu Ge Ming finally wore a smug smile: ‘The Ten Thousand Victory Objects were all collected by the Immortal Court. Do you think our Baiyu Jing’s came from nowhere?’

‘Passed down from our ancestors!’

Li Rui’s spirit surged.

Good heavens!

By giving Li Rui the Ten Thousand Victory Object, Zhu Ge Ming had already treated him as a True Sovereign—worthy of knowing Baiyu Jing’s secrets.

Zhu Ge Ming spoke slowly: ‘Changqing, it’s not really a secret. Our founding ancestor came from a hidden sect in Zhongzhou, established Baiyu Jing here in Taihua Province. The main lineage in Zhongzhou gradually declined, but Baiyu Jing has endured.’

‘Some immortal sects in Zhongzhou know this.’

‘There have been those who coveted our legacy.’

‘Only because Baiyu Jing has always had two Dao Lords in each generation have we been able to hold onto our heritage.’

Li Rui nodded slowly.

The more he understood about the cultivation world, the more he realized how extraordinary Baiyu Jing’s Immortal Tree was.

Holding onto it was no easy task.

Zhu Ge Ming: ‘You don’t need to dwell on these matters. In the past, it was me and Feiyu. Now it’s Jianhe. When you become a Dao Lord, that’s when you’ll have to worry.’

Then he waved his hand.

He asked for nothing in return.

It was as if an elder had simply bought a small trinket for a younger relative.

Zhu Ge Ming placed the Ten Thousand Victory Object into Li Rui’s hands.

He asked nothing else.

Li Rui stored the small green vial within his purple mansion, warmth spreading in his heart.

‘Thank you, Ancestor.’

Zhu Ge Ming lifted his hookless fishing rod again, and without turning, drifted away with a final remark: ‘Go. Break through soon. Perhaps I can still protect you for a while.’

‘Xuantian Fluid’

Li Rui stared at the small green vial in his hand, silently murmuring.