Chapter 58: Chapter Fifty-Eight: Ancient Traces

“This is an ancient site of human greats! I heard the cries of human residual consciousness—right inside!”

Snow Luo Sha clenched her fists, her lovely face flushed with excitement.

Lu Fang’s expression turned hopeful; the “residual traces” of human greats might hold special ancient divine arts.

The entrance, veiled in mysterious light ripples, widened further.

An ancient aura surged through the field of jagged stone pillars, enveloping all like a bath in forgotten winds.

A large and a small clan-kun drifted in the wind, one after the other diving into the ancient site, soaring above a mountain range stretching beyond sight.

“This…”

Lu Fang’s smile vanished.

After entering, he felt a mysterious force suppressing him—though only slightly, it shouldn’t be possible!

He Zixuan hesitated: “This isn’t the… ancient site of human greats.”

After a moment of exchange, everyone froze.

All of them were suppressed—there was only one possibility: this was not the ancient site of human greats!

“Wu wu wu…”

The ten-zhang demon-clan kun shot straight upward, then executed a magnificent kun-fall.

Streams of fate-light surged into the remaining demon bodies on its back.

The foremost—Man Jue, White-Eyed Tiger, and Golden-Haired Demon Ape—were flooded with fate-light, especially the Golden-Haired Demon Ape, which absorbed nearly one-third of the total.

One by one, the demons drifted downward, shouting in triumph.

“This is our greats’ ancient site! Not the humans’!”

“Wen Guan Hou! Thank you! Hahaha…”

“Kill the Prophecy People! Kill the Prophecy People!”

…

“Wu wu wu…”

The human clan-kun continued flying toward the far end of the mountain range; compared to the demons’ exhilaration, Lu Fang’s group hung their heads in dejection.

They had strained themselves to strengthen the clan-kun!

Yet the ancient site that opened belonged to the demons.

A crushing sense of loss and defeat settled over every heart.

“Don’t lose heart, everyone!”

Lu Fang said solemnly: “If I’m not mistaken, this should be the ancient site of the three races—human, demon, and beast. The clan-kun didn’t devour the demons’ because both must be present to open this place.”

“Wen Guan Hou, don’t comfort us—if this were also a human greats’ ancient site, why are we suppressed?”

The talented woman Tao Yidie said, disheartened.

The others, too, looked worn out and listless.

Lu Fang smiled faintly: “I’m not comforting you, nor guessing blindly. Do you remember what Princess Snow Luo Sha said when this place opened?”

Snow Luo Sha scratched her head, eyes brightening: “I heard the cries of human residual consciousness here!”

Lu Fang nodded: “Everyone knows Princess Snow Luo Sha can perceive special things. It was her hearing those cries among the jagged stone pillars that drew forth both clan-kun.”

“If she heard human residual consciousness here, it means this place holds vast amounts of human residual consciousness!”

“Our clan-kun beneath us is still flying forward—perhaps it’s leading us to the region of the human greats’ ancient site!”

As if in response.

The clan-kun beneath them let out an ethereal cry: “Wu wu wu…”

“It answered!”

Wang Teng burst into tears, sprawled flat on the clan-kun’s back, clasping his hands together in fervent prayer.

After a moment of contemplation, the others barely managed a faint smile.

Lu Fang issued a preemptive warning: “Even if, hypothetically, there’s no human greats’ ancient site here, we can still unite to defend ourselves—more than enough to hold off the demons.”

He had a feeling: there was a human greats’ ancient site here.

But until something happened, who could be certain? If not for their overwhelming despair, he wouldn’t have spoken up.

“There must be a human ancient site!”

Wang Teng rose, eyes gleaming as he stared toward the distant mountains.

The clan-kun flew south without pause for a full day and night.

The dawn’s first light broke over the horizon.

Above a cluster of mountains, the clan-kun executed its kun-fall.

Streams of fate-light burst from the hundred-zhang clan-kun, enveloping the twenty-four humans, one spirit, and one Luo Sha as they floated gently downward.

“What a massive beam!”

Snow Luo Sha gaped at the fate-light surrounding Lu Fang.

Others’ beams were only as wide as a well’s mouth; hers and Shui Yao’s were fist-sized—but Lu Fang’s was as large as a mountain peak.

It accounted for nearly seven-tenths of the total fate-light.

Lu Fang was glad to receive so much fate-light, yet the human greats’ ancient site remained undiscovered—this shouldn’t be…

Under suppression, if the demons united again to encircle and exterminate them, the consequences would be dire!

After all, their numbers were vastly unequal.

He could unite everyone to defend—but that would be too passive. What if the demons unlocked ancient divine arts?

If there were a human ancient site, things would be different.

The demons might not dare cross into the territory to encircle them.

“Look! What’s that!”

The talented woman Tao Yidie pointed upward.

After the kun-fall, a mysterious light appeared in the distant sky, then multiplied into countless strands, coalescing into a weathered scroll—its jagged, luminous edges merging with heaven and earth.

Hum!

A celestial voice pierced straight into their souls!

Every human, demon, and beast felt their hair stand on end—a wave of terror surged into their hearts!

Boom!

Lu Fang turned pale, his legs trembling; behind him appeared Guan Yun Chang, wielding the Green Dragon Crescent Blade!

Not just him!

He Zixuan’s forehead dripped with sweat beads; his Great Confucian Ink Treasure—The Bold Brush—materialized to shield him!

Pei Kuang and the others also involuntarily summoned their Eight Trigrams and battle poems…

On the weathered scroll, a thousand-zhang giant sat in midair—his body milky white, with four wings on his back, one eye, one mouth.

His single eye looked down with mocking amusement.

His mouth, lined with sharp teeth, opened and closed with disdain, uttering ancient syllables.

Though incomprehensible, Lu Fang’s mind automatically translated: “You dare defy the gods’ will? You dare wage war against the gods?”

“He is a god!”

Wang Teng collapsed onto the ground, face ashen with terror.

“Even if he is a god, he is only a residual consciousness of antiquity! How could any god exist in this world!”

Pan Youzhi shook his head.

“Hss!” He Zixuan drew a sharp breath:

“He is not a god—he is a Shennan Clan…”

“I once read an ancient text with sparse records: during the early era of the Ten Thousand Races’ supremacy, a powerful foreign race claimed descent from the gods and named themselves the Shennan Clan. Their traits: four wings on their backs, innate divine power. But they were exceedingly few in number—and among the first to vanish.”

Lu Fang frowned: “If this is the Shennan Clan’s ancient residue, why aren’t the demons suppressed?”

He Zixuan smiled bitterly: “Don’t you notice how similar he is to the demons? I’ve consulted ancient texts—sages once speculated that just as the dragon’s nine sons differ, the Shennan Clan may carry the bloodline of the demon ancestors, and after eons of breeding, evolved into this form.”