Starting From A Son In Law To Build An Long Lasting Family

Chapter 1094: 245: I am Tianyuan True Monarch, hurry up!

“Tianyuan Supreme King Lotus, Sun Moon Samsara Technique, the younger generation is truly formidable...”

Just as Lu Changsheng was cautiously making his way toward the exit of the secret realm, a voice, ancient and full of the vicissitudes of time, echoed in his ears.

“Who!?”

Lu Changsheng’s heart froze abruptly. He turned sharply, scanning all directions, unsure of where the voice originated.

But he was certain someone had just transmitted their voice to him.

“Young man, do not be alarmed... I am Tianyuan True Monarch..e to me... inheritance...”

The ancient voice continued to resonate, seemingly crossing countless temporal eras, intermittently reaching Lu Changsheng’s mind.

“What? Tianyuan True Monarch!?”

Lu Changsheng was stunned.

He’d previously heard Xiao Xiyue give a brief explanation of the Tianyuan Secret Realm.
He knew this secret realm was tied to the legendary Great Cultivator Tianyuan True Monarch from eight thousand years ago.

The very name Tianyuan Secret Realm was derived from Tianyuan True Monarch by the Four Great Immortal Sects.

Now, this voice claimed to be Tianyuan True Monarch and proclaimed that he had a chance of obtaining an inheritance!?

“Something’s off!”

Lu Changsheng remained highly alert, completely skeptical of these words.

Eight thousand years... Forget Nascent Soul True Lords, even Deity of Transformation beings would’ve turned to dust by now.

And now you say you’re Tianyuan True Monarch?

I might as well claim I’m Emperor Qin Shihuang!

An inheritance might be enticing, but given how bizarre this secret realm was, Lu Changsheng dared not take risks for such things.

Especially since the recent anomaly in the secret realm had unleashed countless vengeful spirits and ghost cultivators. Lu Changsheng suspected this voice might be one of those ghost cultivators trying to lure him.

He ignored the voice immediately and cautiously continued toward the exit.

“You possess the Tianyuan Supreme King Lotus, and practicing the Sun Moon Samsara Technique ties us by fate... Your talent is rarer than anything I’ve ever seen... You can inherit my legacy...”

The ancient voice persisted, intermittent and fleeting, even giving off an incredibly frail impression.

“This voice seems to... originate from the direction of the Celestial Monument.”

Lu Changsheng noticed the voice had become slightly clearer, directing his gaze toward the Celestial Monument, furrowing his brows.

If the voice indeed came from the Celestial Monument, that was an even greater reason not to go.

For that place was extraordinarily sinister.

Should he encounter another of those red-haired figures like earlier, he might barely escape using the Life-Substituting Talisman.

“Boom boom boom

Just as Lu Changsheng was nearing the secret realm’s exit, he noticed three figures in the sky—Chu Qingyi, Venerable Huxiao, and True Person Lingfeng—continuing their joint efforts to intercept the red-haired figure.

Their exertions were clear, as all three were giving their all.

Not only had Venerable Huxiao performed the Unification Technique to drastically enhance his combat power, but Chu Qingyi and True Person Lingfeng had also deployed some kind of secret technique, their magic aura surging and shockingly powerful.

Yet despite this, the trio remained no match for the red-haired figure.

Under the relentless attacks of the red-haired figure, they were forced into retreat after retreat, only able to defend.

“Boom boom boom!”

The flowing cloud robe of the red-haired figure—patterned like a Qilin—was in tatters, revealing its flesh covered with red hair, horrifying and eerie.

It seemed the figure knew neither techniques nor magical powers, relying only on the raw strength of a physical body that had returned to its primal state.

But every gesture and motion radiated a divine power as deep and impenetrable as an abyss, leaving True Person Lingfeng—who relied on formation suppression—pale-faced.

The red-haired figure suddenly shifted, appearing beside Venerable Huxiao in an instant, raising its hand and sweeping forth with Yin Wind and ghost energy.

“Boom!”

The massive frame of Venerable Huxiao, akin to a small mountain, cracked noisily under the overpowering gale. Above him hovered a shadow of a giant White Tiger, roaring and howling with astonishing ferocity.

But moments later, the White Tiger shadow was mostly torn apart, and Venerable Huxiao’s body flew like a cannonball before crashing to the ground, forming a giant crater.

“Hiss...”