The Legendary Son-in-law of the Emperor
Chapter 816 - 813 Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect

Chapter 816: Chapter 813 Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect

Three days later.

Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect.

Located in the southern part of the East Desolate, on the Myriad Tools Divine Mountain.

The history of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect is much more ancient than that of the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty.

Even after the Heavenly Dragon Emperor established the Heavenly Dragon Dynasty and expanded its territory to the Myriad Tools Divine Mountain, he did not target the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect but instead carved out a piece of land within the Dynasty’s territory for the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect and the Medicine Pavilion.

The Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect has always prided itself on being the orthodox heritage, claiming it was founded by the legendary artifact refiner Ou Zhizi and has been passed down to this day.

In previous eras, there might have been voices of dissent.

But in today’s world, no one says anything, rather, they deeply believe it to be true.

After all, the current Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect is the pinnacle of artifact refining across all Daozhou Land.

At this moment.

Inside the Ancestor Artifact Hall on Myriad Tools Divine Mountain, a cloud of worry loomed.

The Sect Master of Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, Han Danxia, had his brows furrowed tightly.

From the original eighteen Great Elders of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, except for Elder Pang, who died outside the Hengduan Mountain, all were present.

Elder Ying Shu, who had previously gone to Zhongxuan Mountain for aid, was also among them.

The Supreme Elder and the ancestors also made appearances.

"Three days ago, the words of Lady Lu’er from the Immortal Pavilion, what do you all make of them?" Han Danxia asked with a furrowed brow.

Three days ago, they received a message from Lady Lu’er, the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion.

The message stated that Ye Xuan is the True Dragon, and if they do not wish for their Dao heritage to be destroyed, they must not become his enemy.

And today, news arrived that Ye Xuan was riding towards the East Desolate Island!

However, the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect has yet to make a decision.

Should they voluntarily lower their heads in apology and positively compensate, or retain their integrity and confront him head-on?

The Ancestor Artifact Hall was silent.

"Lady Lu’er’s background is extraordinary, and even she said so, then our answer should be quite clear..."

The Second Elder couldn’t help but break the silence.

This remark struck a chord in everyone’s heart.

But immediately, the Fifth Elder spoke gravely, "Even so, shall we not avenge Junior Brother Pang, Saint Heir Chang Zuhua, and the other fellow disciples?"

"Our Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, being the orthodox Artifact Sect, if we lack even this bit of courage, where is our face to claim lineage from our ancestors?"

The Fifth Elder said in a deep voice.

These words made several people present furrow their brows.

"Senior Brother Five’s words are a bit harsh." A middle-aged man said in a muffled voice, "In fact, the origin of this conflict is the fault of our Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect. We thought we couldn’t let a young boy trample our honor, and continued to provoke a larger conflict, leading to the current situation."

"Elder Brother Pang’s death, actually, can’t be blamed on anyone."

"Zhao Ding, what do you mean by that?!" The Fifth Elder’s expression turned fierce, looking at the middle-aged man, "You are the last of the eighteen elders, the least experienced, what gives you the right to say these things?!"

Everyone also looked at Zhao Ding, quite surprised.

The middle-aged man named Zhao Ding seemed indifferent as he scanned around and said, "Taking advantage of this time, today Zhao has something to get off my chest."

As he spoke, Zhao Ding stood tall, and an indescribably terrifying pressure spread out within the Ancestor Artifact Hall.

That aura made even the seated Great Elder and Second Elder glance over involuntarily.

The Sect Master Han Danxia also looked up.

The Supreme Elders, who were resting with closed eyes, and an ancestor also looked at Zhao Ding with amazement.

Zhao Ding, who usually neither contended nor competed within the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect, ranked last among the eighteen elders, should have been the weakest faction within the sect.

Yet Zhao Ding’s cultivation seemed shockingly high, perhaps even rivaling the current Sect Master Han Danxia.

Zhao Ding ignored the crowd’s astonishment and said slowly, "Today, Zhao has three questions to ask for the seniors, uncles, and ancestors here to answer."

Pausing for a moment, Zhao Ding continued, "First question, is our Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect truly the orthodox lineage of the Artifact Sect?"

This question suddenly choked the atmosphere in the grand hall.

The Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect has always prided itself on being the orthodox lineage of the Artifact Sect.

And the disciples of the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect have always believed so.

Now, what does Zhao Ding mean by this question?

Everyone also focused on Zhao Ding.

Han Danxia looked solemnly at Zhao Ding and said sternly, "Zhao Ding, mind your words!"

Zhao Ding, however, smiled indifferently and said, "Let me tell you, the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect has always been the orthodox lineage of the Artifact Sect, but..."

Everyone’s expressions became serious, not knowing what Zhao Ding was going to say.

Only Han Danxia’s eyes shot a cold murderous intent, as if he was about to strike and kill Zhao Ding at any moment.

Zhao Ding’s gaze fell on Han Danxia, a mocking smile playing at the corner of his mouth, and he said lightly, "Eighty thousand years ago, things changed."

For a moment, the Ancestor Artifact Hall was filled with voices of confusion.

"Zhao Ding, explain clearly, what does this mean?"

Everyone was questioning Zhao Ding.

Zhao Ding showed no intention of explaining, continuing, "This is the first question."

"The second question, let me ask everyone present, when did our Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect become a sect that takes bullying the weak as a given degenerate sect?"

"With such a sect, how can it talk about being the orthodox lineage of the Artifact Sect?!"

"What did Ancestor Ou Zhizi say? I suppose everyone has already forgotten."

"In the distant past, when the Human Clan was weak and was bullied by the hegemony clan, it set forth on the path of artifact refining, creating powerful spiritual artifacts for the human cultivators and the world’s weak to oppose enemies!"

"Every sect in the world that stands up for the weak is considered the orthodox lineage of the Artifact Sect!"

Zhao Ding’s eyes were cold and ferocious, speaking unhurriedly, "Not to mention externally, just within the sect itself, factions stand distinctly against each other, plotting against each other, and even created something laughable like the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect’s Five Great Saint Heirs!"

"Zhao Ding!"

Han Danxia growled in a low voice, seemingly issuing a warning.

The other elders remained silent, either sneering, pondering, or frowning.

But neither the Supreme Elder nor the Ancestor seemed to have any plans to step in.

Zhao Ding’s gaze once again fell on Han Danxia, coldly he said, "The third question, let me ask our Sect Master Han Danxia, the origins of your master’s master."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked at Han Danxia.

In fact, many of them were pondering Zhao Ding’s first question.

Eighty thousand years ago.

What major events occurred within the Myriad Artifacts Saint Sect around that time?

Such matters are naturally not known to them as elders because they are merely a generation of elders. How could they know events from eighty thousand years ago?

"Zhao Ding, what exactly are you trying to express? Is this the time to be spouting useless talk?" Han Danxia looked at Zhao Ding coldly, speaking frostily.

"Useless talk?" Zhao Ding sneered, ridiculing, "I see you’re just trying to cover it up!"

"Sect Master!"

At this moment, a protector hurriedly approached from outside.

"What is it?" Han Danxia asked in a deep voice.

The protector looked grim, whispering, "Ye Xuan is almost here."

"What!?"

Han Danxia’s expression changed dramatically, "Wasn’t he going to the East Desolation Medicine Pavilion first?!"

The protector shook his head, "Indeed he planned to go to the Medicine Pavilion first, but somehow he headed towards our sect midway."

Han Danxia’s face turned extremely grim, suddenly looking towards Zhao Ding, speaking in a deep voice, "Is it you?!"

Zhao Ding mocked, "The Sect Master really overestimates Zhao Ding. I don’t have such a grand capability to invite Young Master Ye Xuan."

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