Chapter 51: Triggered Seal

"This truly is a solution that benefits all. The two immortal kings have quite a far-sighted approach, having already thought out the resolution," praised the quasi-Immortal King.

"It's a pity, though, that the two Lords couldn't implement it before they had to leave due to their respective affairs," lamented Hua Yun, the true immortal.

"Indeed.

Now, to contact the two Lords, we must rely on Fairy Hua Yun," the quasi-Immortal King said politely. This was no mere flattery but a fact, as Hua Yun had a close relationship with both Wu Zhong and Samsara. There was indeed a possibility she could establish contact with them.

"I dare not claim such ability. I am but a humble true immortal. Nonetheless, for the peace and stability of the Ancient Realm, I will certainly do my utmost," she replied.

"With your assurance, I am at ease," the quasi-Immortal King responded.

Not long after, the last quasi-Immortal King also departed, leaving the Southern Sea's Purple Bamboo Forest to restore its previous tranquility.

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At the Wang Family's Celestial Estate, it was a place of mystery and grandeur, boasting prosperous cities, boundless secret realms, and countless immortal mansions, truly embodying a mighty legacy.

However, such prosperity was built under the supreme reverence for the Immortal Kings, making it deeply intertwined with them at every turn.

"If one day the Immortal King falls, all the splendor and prosperity would turn to ashes overnight."

On the ancient bronze chariot, Wang Heng gazed down through the ancient window, observing the magnificent and beautiful scene below. His face remained expressionless; however, there was a slight melancholy in his demeanor, as if he had foreseen the decline of the Immortal King's estate.

Being the son of the Immortal King is where he started this life—an exceptionally high beginning, surpassing countless peers. He had claimed the first place in the initial realm of cultivation, earning fame throughout the world, demonstrating incomparable talent and potential.

Yet, destiny is always full of twists and turns. By sheer coincidence, he happened to be the Immortal King's son from the Wang family. His Immortal King father had never appeared since the beginning and had already gone to the frontier, instructing his subordinates not to let any member of the Wang family approach the border.

This blocked all paths for Wang Heng to communicate with his father, leaving him powerless against the impending storm, unable to prevent any of it.

In reality, even if he could converse with the Immortal King father, Wang Heng's advice would likely be of little use because the Immortal King had ties to karma. It was not possible for him to retreat based on the words of a mere beginner in the cultivation realm.

"Are you still worried, young master? Actually, the power over at the frontier isn't weak. Combined from several territories, they number close to a dozen Immortal Kings. They are the ancestors of the frontier tribes, tempered by war. Even if they aren't giants, they wield immensely strong combat power.

With the support of our Wang family's supreme Immortal King and a few other Immortal King-level powerhouses, there shouldn't be any major issues. Considering the Immortal King's strength, even if the frontier fortress gets breached, he can protect himself and retreat in time.

By then, should otherworldly forces invade, even if other Immortal Kings from the ancient realm are reluctant, they would have no choice but to act." In the chariot, Wang Mian said in consolation.

Wang Heng didn't know how to respond, so he could only nod mechanically.

"Let's head back to my chamber first."

He said faintly.

Without a second thought, Wang Mian swiftly commanded his chariot of nine heavenly horses, racing towards Wang Heng's cultivation grounds.

Piercing through layers of restrictions, Wang Heng and Wang Mian entered the shadowy corridor.

Flames flickered dimly, masking malicious and venomous eyes. Once enemies of the Wang Family's Immortal King, their bodies were slain, their souls refined into lamp oil, eternally sealed in this passageway, burning through countless ages, bearing the torment day and night.

"Boy, calamity looms over you. I see disaster upon you, and to be precise, it's in your bloodline. If you wish to survive, come before me and open this lampshade. I'll impart upon you the supreme art to thwart this catastrophe."

Wang Heng's spirit shook, as the dark sword embryo representing the inheritance of the Peace Disorder Art trembled slightly, unleashing unparalleled sword energy, slicing through the void. In an instant, darkness scattered, and faint wails echoed.

"Wang Geng, that old bastard, indeed left a contingency on you."

In that moment, Wang Heng returned to normal, casting a cold gaze at the ancient lamp, eyes narrowing slightly with killing intent.

Previously, whenever he passed through here, the beings within never made a move, leading him to believe that after being refined into lamp oil for ages, they had no power to unseal themselves.

Yet who would have thought, the entity within this lamp was so defiant, possessing the ability to influence the external world.

Wang Mian was filled with both anger and fear. He stood defiantly in front of Wang Heng, shielding him from the oil lamps. Moments before, Wang Heng had almost come to harm right in front of him. Had anything happened, he would have been utterly responsible.

"Senior, can you extinguish all the oil lamps lining this passage? My father left them with good intentions, but now, I find no need for them," Wang Heng spoke up.

He sensed danger from these lamps; many must have belonged to Immortal Kings during their lifetimes. With a storm brewing on the horizon, letting them remain felt like leaving time bombs ticking away. Better to eliminate them all.

However, Wang Mian shook his head.

"These ancient lamps were crafted by the Immortal King himself, infused with his power. I cannot destroy them. We must wait for his return."

"Alright then."

Wang Heng replied with resignation.

He pondered deeply and decided to take a bold chance. He cut his finger, letting a droplet of his blood fall. It was a vivid crimson, as if alive with vibrancy, and a fragrant aroma wafted from it.

"Blood? What do you intend to do?"

The voice from within the oil lamp quivered with tension, like a mouse spotting a cat.

Without a moment's hesitation, Wang Heng flung the swirling drop of blood from his fingertip onto the lamp's glass cover.

The lampshade flared with intense light, revealing terrifying symbols. The aura emitted was so overwhelming that even Wang Mian felt a chill down his spine. He was certain it bore the power of an Immortal King and could take his life in an instant.

"Ah!"

Black smoke billowed from the oil lamp as the presence inside was mercilessly torn apart by the Immortal King's power. Piercing screams echoed as it suffered devastating losses within moments.

Soon after, Wang Heng's blood burned up completely, and the wails within ceased as if extinguished.

Wang Heng knew better than to believe that a single drop of his blood could obliterate the vestige of an Immortal King, at best it weakened the entity, teaching it a harsh lesson.

He no longer paid attention to the residual presence in the oil lamp but turned his focus to others around him.

Knowing that his blood could trigger the seals left by his father, the Immortal King, Wang Heng realized he might be able to control and suppress these lamps, potentially making them useful in the future.