Junior sister, keep forbear for a while, I almost become invincible as soon!-Chapter 682 - 681: Her on the Mountain Top

It's just too damn similar. What's going on? That clan... weren't they all dead? Wait a second... Devouring Sky Beast, Ancient Phoenix... Blackhead Duck's scalp tingled. It wasn't quite sure who was whose master, but these individuals with such grand origins were all following Chen Pingping. This alone was enough to suggest his background was also astonishing. If so, removing the Heavenly Dao imprint would be more than just difficult. Blackhead Duck's small face suddenly twisted into a knot. It wanted to cry.

Throughout the long eons, no one had ever subjugated it; not even Emperor Realm experts could make it pay them any heed. But now, it seemed it was about to fall into the hands of a Saint Realm brat. Thinking of this, Blackhead Duck whimpered softly.

Earth Chicken frowned, "Why are you crying?"

Blackhead Duck glanced sideways, its sobbing unabated, and asked, "Are you a Phoenix?"

Earth Chicken snorted, "You've got good eyes."

It really is.

Blackhead Duck forced a smile, "Isn't your kind extinct?"

Earth Chicken glared at it, "What did you say?"

Blackhead Duck: "..."

Inside the Heaven Tao Stone, when facing Chen Pingping, it had imagined many different scenarios for when it got out. For example, Chen Pingping might have a peerless powerhouse backing him. Or perhaps Chen Pingping was an Emperor Son. Or maybe this fellow had a terrifying master guiding his every step. In short, regardless of how astonishing Chen Pingping's identity and background were, or how powerful his strength and resources might be, in Blackhead Duck's eyes, they were all insignificant. It was a dignified Quasi-Emperor Realm expert, a tomb raider for many years who had collected countless treasures. Its wealth was so profound that even some Ancient Families couldn't compare.

But it had never imagined that none of the scenarios it envisioned would come to pass. Instead, a Devouring Sky Beast and an Ancient Phoenix had gathered by Chen Pingping's side. What did this mean? Did he possess great Fate Energy? Was he naturally a dragon among men, a phoenix among women?

To be honest, Blackhead Duck would have much preferred Chen Pingping to be an Emperor Son. That way, there might still be a chance to remove the Heavenly Dao imprint. But if he possessed great Fate Energy, favored by the Heavenly Dao and watched over by the heavens, then removing the brand of its oath would be almost impossible.

Furthermore... although it was a Quasi-Emperor Realm being, at its core, it was still just a duck. When facing terrifying creatures like the Devouring Sky Beast and the Ancient Phoenix, it would constantly suffer from the suppression of its bloodline. It was too terrifying. In that instant, Blackhead Duck even felt like dying.

"Watch your words," Earth Chicken glared at it.

"Yes, yes, I'll be careful in the future," Blackhead Duck said sheepishly.

Just then, Mao Qiu, who was perched on Chen Pingping's shoulder, casually opened his eyes.

In an instant, an invisible and massive black vortex emanated from them, seemingly about to devour Blackhead Duck's Divine Soul.

Blackhead Duck was shocked and cried out, "Help!"

It was confirmed. That was the Devouring Sky Beast! A creature from the Chaotic Sea, an existence once comparable to the ancient Gods!

The group stared at it, faces full of surprise.

But after a few breaths, when Blackhead Duck looked up again, where was the black vortex? The space was empty, and Mao Qiu was still peacefully sleeping.

It opened its beak slightly. At that moment, no words could describe the turmoil in its heart.

Chen Pingping gazed at the mountains and rivers ahead, asking, "Mr. Zhang? How much longer until we arrive?"

"Uh!" Zhang Ziyu said with a grin, "Just call me Zhang, or you can call me Third Brother. Please don't call me Mr. Zhang anymore."

Having witnessed Chen Pingping's various resources and his supposed "poor" family background, he, the Son of the Fate Energy, had completely lost his sense of superiority.

After a pause, he answered, "About half a month more."

Half a month! Chen Pingping murmured, "What if we had a flying ship?"

Zhang Ziyu was taken aback. "That would depend on the flying ship's grade."

"Saint Realm."

"Three days," he replied truthfully, a question also forming in his mind. He still has a flying ship? But those things are incredibly difficult to store in spatial artifacts!

Then, he witnessed an astonishing scene: Chen Pingping waved his hand, and a massive, Saint-grade flying ship appeared.

The crowd was dumbfounded. If you had a flying ship, why didn't you take it out sooner?

Nearby, Blackhead Duck had calmed down considerably. It secretly sized up the group, made a quick calculation, and confirmed something.

The place they were heading to was precisely Huangzhou. Years ago, before it entered the Heaven Tao Stone, it had divined that a great tomb would appear in the lands of Huangzhou. Now... HEH HEH! What a heaven-sent opportunity! It was still agonizing over how to persuade Chen Pingping, never expecting that their destination was Huangzhou all along!

"Ni'er..." Chen Pingping called.

"Hmm!" Jiang Ni'er walked over.

"Perform a divination."

"Are you sure?"

"Er... yes, I'm sure," Chen Pingping said reluctantly, glancing up at the sky and adding in a hesitant tone, "Try to be quick."

For some reason, every time Jiang Ni'er performed a divination now, the ensuing catastrophe was ten times more terrifying than the last. His scalp prickled! With the system protecting him, he hadn't been struck by lightning once in all his years of cultivation. And yet... this little girl had forcefully made up for all the electrifying 'joys' his childhood had lacked. Chen Pingping felt like spitting blood.

「The Nine Heavens, Huangzhou Continent.」

This vast region was even larger than the Southern Diaspora Continent, immense and boundless. Sects were numerous, families asserted their dominance, and various factions held sway over the land in a complex, intertwined network.

There was more than one Ancient Family here. Such powerful entities were almost never seen on the Southern Diaspora Continent.

Even the reputed descendants of the Divine Clan were active here, having remained for countless ages.

Some speculated that this ancient land of Huangzhou must hold something they desired.

Other rumors claimed that a "Big Shot" had once taken action in Huangzhou and ultimately perished here. The descendants of the Divine Clan remained, hoping to obtain whatever legacy this "Big Shot" had left behind.

These items could supposedly allow the Divine Clan's descendants to enhance their bloodline in every aspect, perhaps even enabling them to revert to an ancestral form.

Atop a certain high mountain, a woman in a long dress stood quietly. Her figure was enchanting and graceful, her long hair dancing in the breeze. Viewed from afar, she appeared utterly ethereal, as if untouched by worldly dust—not a being of the mortal realm, but a Fairy from the Nine Heavens above.

Her peerless face was veiled by a light mist, preventing anyone from seeing her features clearly. Yet, judging by her silhouette and fair skin, she was undoubtedly a devastating beauty, capable of toppling nations.

WHOOSH!

A figure sped from the distance, moving with incredible speed. In the blink of an eye, it arrived before her, head bowed, not daring to look at the woman.

He spoke respectfully, "Miss, Tiger Land has appeared."

"Where?" the woman asked. Her voice was gentle and captivating, delicate and soul-stirring, possessing an indescribable ethereal quality, as if each word she uttered could enthrall the listener's very soul.

Her name was Wang Lin'er, a descendant of the Divine Clan.