This was a mysterious place left behind after the curtain fell on the ancient era.
It was rumored that within, one could obtain the legendary Divine Status.
At this moment, Mo Wangchen arrived here, and to his surprise, he found that his identity had also changed.
He had become the young Ji Changkong; although only ten years old, what was astonishing was that Ji Changkong at this age already possessed the Cultivation of the Saint Venerable Realm.
In the ancient era, despite the brilliance of geniuses and monsters dominating the sky, having the Cultivation of the Saint Venerable Level at the age of ten was unheard of in all of Mo Wangchen’s past knowledge!
No wonder that back then, after the Divine King arrived with his children at the Heavenly Gang, the Ancient Royal Family felt threatened, and All Kings came out to surround and kill Ji Changkong and Ji Ziyue.
Such Talent was simply too terrifying—if they were to grow up, who could stand against them?
"Daddy, where are we going?"
As Ji Divine King walked through the desolate mountains, Mo Wangchen could occasionally hear the childish voice of Ji Ziyue entering his ears.
"Ziyue hasn’t seen mother for many days now, Daddy, why don’t we go back?"
"Daddy, why aren’t you speaking? Ziyue is hungry; Ziyue wants to eat."
All the way, Mo Wangchen maintained his silence, and similarly, Ji Divine King had not uttered a single word.
Letting Ji Ziyue chatter non-stop behind him, eventually, after what seemed like an eternity, Little Ziyue seemed a bit tired and burrowed into Ji Divine King’s embrace, peacefully falling asleep.
The sky was dim and heavy, as if a torrential rain was about to come, yet no raindrops fell.
Occasionally, the booming sound of thunder could be heard, echoing thunderously and resonating across the entire Huangken Mountain Range.
As night fell, finally, Ji Divine King stopped walking. He held Little Ziyue in his arms and led Mo Wangchen to the base of an ancient tree, intending to spend the night there.
A campfire was lit, illuminating the pitch darkness around them; the mountains at night were extremely quiet, devoid of any sound of birds, beasts, or frogs.
Little Ziyue did not wake up; she was placed on a small rock by Ji Divine King to continue sleeping peacefully.
Mo Wangchen sat quietly to one side, never uttering a word from beginning to end.
He had many doubts in his heart, and it wasn’t that he didn’t want to speak, but he feared that once he did, he might reveal something.
After all, though he had now become the young Ji Changkong, apart from his appearance, Mo Wangchen’s mind did not possess any of the other’s memories.
Ji Divine King sat in front of the campfire, seemingly deep in thought for a long time, during which Mo Wangchen continuously observed him.
He could see the deep sorrow periodically flashing through the Divine King’s profound eyes.
Hearing the Divine King suddenly call out his name, Mo Wangchen’s heart startled, and he looked on in confusion.
"Heavenly Subduing Technique of the Divine King, to what level have you cultivated it?"
Ji Divine King’s gaze fell on Mo Wangchen, his tone extremely flat, as if asking about an ordinary matter.
"Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique?"
Mo Wangchen’s face stiffened; his mind held no memories of this so-called Cultivation Technique.
"Child... child doesn’t remember..."
Although reluctant to respond, Mo Wangchen stiffened his resolve and could only utter such a phrase.
Ji Divine King silently gazed at him, not speaking for a long while. Faced with his look, Mo Wangchen’s unease grew—was he about to expose himself?
Just as Mo Wangchen was thinking this, he heard Ji Divine King sigh, who then said, "So be it. Although you’ve inherited my Divine King Body and possess exceptional talents, from a young age you disliked cultivation. I fear you never took to heart the Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique I taught you earlier..."
"Today, your father will pass this technique onto you once more; you must remember it." As he spoke, Ji Divine King had already approached Mo Wangchen.
Mo Wangchen’s heart thundered with wild joy. The Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique—it was clear even without thinking that this was a technique of the Divine King Inheritance, a Supreme Technique transcending the Ancient Immortal Scripture.
Without any regard for Mo Wangchen’s internal thoughts, Ji Divine King’s finger touched between his eyebrows.
In an instant, an indescribable power traveled from Ji Divine King’s fingertip into Mo Wangchen’s mind.
He suddenly felt a surge of foreign memories flooding his mind, making Mo Wangchen frown—it was as if his Divine Thought was being manipulated by someone else, beyond his control, and it was quite uncomfortable.
Fortunately, the sensation lasted only for a handful of breaths before vanishing.
When Ji Divine King withdrew his finger from Mo Wangchen’s forehead, his hand visibly trembled for a moment as if he had discovered something.
Or perhaps he discovered nothing at all.
Mo Wangchen closed his eyes, immersed in a wondrous state, unaware of the flicker of strange light in Ji Divine King’s eyes.
"Your mother cultivated an Evil Technique, difficult to suppress, and now already heartless and disloyal, desiring to cut ties with kin to prove her Dao. I took you and Ziyue away from the Ji Family, in contemplation of your safety."
"This Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique, engrave it well in your heart. The world outside is in disarray, and though you dislike cultivation, you must strengthen your Cultivation. Should there come a day when your father is no longer by your side, Ziyue’s safety... will depend on you."
"Reflect on it well." With these final words, the figure of the Divine King disappeared from the spot.
He did not leave far but was seated quietly on his own in a nearby part of the Huangken Mountain Range, his heart seemingly tangled in many unresolved knots, requiring a lengthy time to work through.
"What a profound Cultivation Technique!"
After the Divine King had left, Mo Wangchen remained absorbed in that magical state.
His heart could not stop trembling; the Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique that Ji Divine King had just passed down filled his mind.
This was a Supreme Cultivation Technique, exponentially more advanced than the Bright Jade Taiching Technique he had before.
To make a comparison, if Bright Jade Taiching Technique were classed as a Yellow Rank Martial Technique, then the Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique he had just received would be at Heaven Rank, or even surpassing Heaven Rank!
"This Divine King Heavenly Subduing Technique brings endless benefits to my Divine King Body. Once cultivated successfully, my combat abilities could rise several levels at the very least!"
Time passed unknowingly, and deep into the night, Mo Wangchen suddenly opened his eyes, a peerless gleam flashing within, as if he himself was reborn anew.
Beside him, Little Ziyue was still in deep sleep, as if she had never awoken, her lips occasionally murmuring dreamily, as though she dreamed of her mother.
A child of seven or eight should be growing up comfortably under the care of her parents, yet because of her mother’s cultivation of the Heavenly Reversing Evil Technique, heartless and disloyal, the father had no choice but to take her and himself away from the Ji Family.
Perhaps even now, Little Ziyue may still not understand that in this life, she might never see her mother again.