Chapter 317

Ye Fan has a beauty named Ji Ziyue!

Ji Ziyue and Ye Fan first met when Ye Fan was abducted by Yan Ruyu.

At that time, the Ji family was attacking the Ji Ziyue demon clan.

Amidst the chaos, Ye Fan took Ji Ziyue and fled.

Initially, the two were merely enemies, yet they were often amused by Ji Ziyue's quirky and mischievous nature.

Together, they witnessed the ancient bronze hall and saw that Zhongmiaozhi Sect!

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They later joined the Rutaixuan Sect together, traveled over ten thousand li across mountains and rivers, and delivered Ji Ziyue to the Ji family.

She taught him the Void Technique.

They entered the Yao Pool and attended the grand gathering.

They stepped onto the ancient star road to pursue the Void Emperor!

The Void Emperor was the ancestral founder of the Ji family.

The Void Emperor, Ji Xukong, Ji Xuanyuan!

The Void Emperor attained the Dao in the desolate ancient era.

At that time, the human race and the ancient races seemed to have long resolved their conflicts and lived in peace.

Yet even then, the human race still had to treat the ancient races with utmost reverence.

Whether it was a servant of the ancient races or a Young Master of the ancient races, the ancient races always seemed to be superior to all others.

At that time, Ji Xukong was still young; he did not understand this principle, yet he refused to associate with those sycophants.

He decided to join a major power and step onto the martial path.

He was confident that his abilities were inferior to none, yet his talent was no different from that of an ordinary person.

Unable to join a major power, he could only enter a minor faction, becoming a mere menial laborer.

He once resented Heaven's unfairness, for he was born without father or mother.

He seemed to have come from the void, yet he did not know where he was going.

Fortunately, his diligence earned the appreciation of an Elder within the Zong Sect.

He devoted his life to studying the Void Technique; his entire life was like emptiness itself.

People in the Zong Sect considered him a joke, for no one had ever mastered something as ethereal as space.

The only reason he could become an Elder in this Zong Sect was his advanced age; he had outlived a large batch of people before finally scrambling into this position!

He took Ji Xukong as his personal disciple.

For the first three years, Ji Xukong organized cultivation methods for him; over these years, he also learned some of the Zong Sect's advanced techniques, but with his mediocre talent, he made no progress whatsoever, until he saw his Master's handwritten copy, which felt like opening the door to a new world!

He was filled with emotion; if one could control space, how powerful would that be?

Seeing his interest, his Master intentionally or unintentionally allowed him access to these things.

He imparted everything he knew; he was the mentor who guided Ji Xukong to open the door of space.

That day, his Master lay in bed, his breath faint as a gossamer thread, languid and listless.

His lifespan had reached its end!

His Master said he wanted to forge a path for him.

He knelt on the ground, overwhelmed with sorrow.

His Master passed away, and he inherited his Master's mantle.

He became the second joke of the Zong Sect.

Fellow disciples urged him to give up, to become disciples under their Masters and serve them!

His pride soared higher than the heavens, and he paid them no heed.

They mocked him even more blatantly.

In the blink of an eye, several decades had passed; perhaps due to the cultivation method, his appearance had not changed over these years.

Yet his strength was already incomparable to what it had been before.

He could teleport several li in the blink of an eye, and could also tear open space to banish objects into the boundless void.

Yet he did not reveal his abilities.

The Zong Sect had almost forgotten about someone like him.

On this day, the Zong Sect was abuzz with noise; senior disciples of old emerged from closed-door cultivation, holding Dao weapons, confronting those below the mountain.

He, too, received a summons from the Sect Master and revealed himself before everyone.

For so many years, in the eyes of outsiders, his strength seemed just as it had been back then; even his senior and junior brothers had nearly forgotten him.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, they finally shouted rebukes at those below the mountain.

Yet those below the mountain were not humans, but ancient races who were half-human and half-beast!

The leader radiated murderous intent that soared to the heavens, wearing a bronze mask and covered in bloodstains.

The ancient races, unable to restrain their greed, decided to invade the human race once again.

The leader of the ancient races could no longer hold back; leading the ancient races, they charged into the Zong Sect and began a massive slaughter.

The disciples fought back with all their might, but the ancient races were too powerful, and those disciples were simply no match.

The disciples of Ji Xukong's generation finally made their move, but alas, they too were defeated.

Being unable to fight meant death.

Some, struck by cowardice, fled to save their lives.

The spirit of resistance collapsed at that very moment.

But shortly after, an old man emerged from the Zong Sect's secret chamber; that person possessed the bearing of an immortal and the bones of a Daoist, with unfathomable strength.

It was precisely their Sect Master, the one who led them.

Ji Ji Xukong fought against the Ancient Clan's minions on the side, while simultaneously dividing his attention to watch.

The one who had shown him kindness was his Master.

Toward the Zong Sect, he felt no sense of belonging.

If disaster struck, he would undoubtedly depart without hesitation.

The Sect Master was powerful, but he knew clearly that the Sect Master was no match for that Ancient Clan leader.

As expected, after a dozen or so exchanges, the Sect Master was struck, spat blood, and retreated.

At this moment, the morale of the Zong Sect plummeted drastically.

Even more people departed right then and there to preserve their own lives.

As for him, he had already planned his escape route; the only reason he hadn't fled yet was purely to see what decision the Sect Master would make.

"Perhaps the Sect Master will also retreat to save his life?" he thought at the time.

But very soon, he realized he was wrong.

The Sect Master wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and charged at the Ancient Clan leader once again; he showed not the slightest intention of retreating!

How long could the Sect Master hold out?

Ji Ji Xukong calculated thus.

He watched helplessly as the Sect Master proved unequal to the task, spitting blood...

Then unequal again, spitting blood again...

After suffering defeat several times in a row, the Sect Master was already a bloody mess, covered in dripping blood.

The Ancient Clan leader's face broke into a sneer, and he mocked, "Those people have already abandoned you and left! What exactly are you guarding?"

The voice echoed throughout the entire valley.

The Zong Sect was empty.

The prosperity of the past was shattered today.

The slightly stronger disciples of the Zong Sect had long since abandoned the sect and departed.

The disciples still persisting in battle, upon hearing these words, felt sorrow rise in their hearts.

This included Ji Ji Xukong.

Could it be that such a vast Zong Sect, at this critical moment, would scatter like birds and beasts, each flying away when disaster looms?

Of the nearly thousand-member Zong Sect, at least more than half had fled.

Sorrow circled in the hearts of countless disciples.

Facing this scene, everyone looked gloomy and dejected.