I Pick up a Lost Godhood

A Cultivator’s own Cultivation is finite, but their ability to control puppets is limitless. The Sect Leader of the Puppet Sect is a top figure in the Star Alliance, so it’s only natural for him to equip his disciples with extremely powerful puppets. While others might be reluctant to rely on external items, for the Puppet Sect, using puppets is second nature. Powerful Magical Artifacts are difficult to control, but puppets are an exception.

Yan Song was first stunned by the sudden arrival of so many experts, but then he became incredibly smug. Although the news that he possessed a Secret Treasure had spread, he was still quite pleased to attract the attention of so many masters.

What he had prepared this time could annihilate even a Great Perfection expert without fail. A mere Wang Meng was a joke, and the entire Dragon Race was trash!

The Dragon Race had occupied a spot, but the commotion did not cease. An even more mysterious figure had appeared.

If one were to ask who was the representative among humans, there was a special existence. His name was Mingren!

Legend had it that this man was incredibly proud. In his eyes, humans, the Demon Race, and the Dragon Race were all fleeting clouds.

There was nothing he deemed worthy of his attention. This wasn’t a rumor spread by humans, but by the Demon Race.

Almost at the same time as Mingren, the five great masters of the Demon Race also arrived. Clearly, the Demon Race was also surprised to see Mingren here.

They had only planned to come and take a casual look because of Mingren, since the fighting was over anyway. They hadn’t expected to see not only Mingren but also the Dragon Race here.

’This Wang Meng really has a lot of pull.’

Wherever Mingren went, the Cultivators all made way. Everyone was abuzz with discussion. Just how terrifying was the Holy Light Demon Collapse Body, hailed as the number one Sacred Body in the Star Alliance?

One could see nothing of the sort from Mingren’s gentle expression. If he weren’t Mingren, honestly, he would just look like a passerby.

Lin Jinghao smiled faintly. Mingren had already come to his side, standing a meter away. Neither looked at the other; they both just gazed at the center of the field.

"It seems everyone still holds some anticipation for the Ancient Cultivator’s Secret Treasure."

Lin Jinghao said.

Mingren looked at Wang Meng in the center of the field. "I just came to see."

Wang Meng also saw Mingren outside the field. The moment their gazes met, it was as if something had exploded.

A smile touched the corners of Wang Meng’s lips. It had been a long time. It seemed Mingren was doing well. ’The Pure Land’s environment really nurtures a person, huh?’

At this moment, everyone understood. These people had come for Wang Meng!

Not for that Yan Song from the Puppet Sect.

Yan Song, who had just been feeling smug, now realized what was happening, and his face immediately darkened. Seeing Wang Meng completely ignore him and exchange glances with people outside the field enraged him even further.

The Cultivators were in an uproar. Many of them only just realized that Mingren was also from the Holy Hall.

What kind of place was the Holy Hall to have produced so many powerful experts?!

The blood of the Holy Hall Disciples was boiling. They truly hadn’t expected this. They had thought the Holy Hall was only prominent in the Four Directions Small Thousand World, but who knew it would be the same in the Star Alliance.

Many of the Cultivators from the Cultivation Academies present were even more dumbfounded. Although they had heard some things about the Holy Hall, the Holy Hall Faction had suddenly faded into obscurity just as it was reaching its peak of glory. The people who came after were only average. Who would have thought that the ones in the academies were merely their second-string members.

What they hadn’t expected even more was that all the top figures knew!

’If you don’t know, if you can’t see through it, it just means your level isn’t high enough!’

Anyone else receiving this much attention would probably be going mad, but Song Yifan paid close attention to the reactions of Hu Jing and the others.

Calm!

Complete calm. It was as if the arrival of these people was a perfectly normal event.

She acknowledged that Hu Jing and the others were all strong, but... compared to Lin Jinghao and his peers, they were a whole level below. How could they be so calm?

’Could it be...’

’Because of that person on the field.’

’Was it because of his calmness?!’

Yue Shan of the Treasure Artifact Sect had also arrived, but she hadn’t participated in the Battle of the Other Shore; she wasn’t a combat-type. Even among the many great figures, she couldn’t be overlooked. Hailed as the super Artifact Refining genius of the Treasure Artifact Sect, it was even rumored she could craft Magical Artifacts compatible with a Life Artifact Holy Statue. A person like her would be welcome anywhere, not to mention she was also a great beauty.

Yue Shan gazed at Wang Meng. In the three years since they’d last met, he had lost some of his immaturity and gained a measure of composure. ’But the scene here is truly grand,’ she thought.

Wang Meng’s battle was, by far, the most-watched match of the Battle of the Other Shore up to this point. Not even Linglong, Mengg Lord, or Mingren had received this kind of treatment.

Of course, this was in terms of the number of masters present. When it came to the number of spectating Cultivators, Linglong and Mingren were about equal.

Yan Song was already growing impatient with this spectacle. "Are we going to start or not!"

Shan Lin glanced at the impatient Yan Song and smiled. "You may begin."

Yan Song looked at Wang Meng and gave a sinister grin. "Wang Meng, running into me is just your bad luck. This day next year will be your death anniversary!"

BOOM...

Yan Song’s Elemental Power erupted—Fourth Layer of Minor Perfection. To be this arrogant, one needed the skill to back it up. And while controlling puppets didn’t have high demands on Elemental Power, being stronger always allowed for more fluid control.

Although he was from the Puppet Sect, Yan Song was also a Sword Cultivator. Moreover, he considered himself a very strong Sword Cultivator, one who didn’t need any puppets to deal with Wang Meng.

Yan Song’s body slowly levitated, showcasing his superior Elemental Power. Aside from some middle-aged and older fellows who had managed to get in, reaching the Fourth Layer of Minor Perfection was already very strong for the younger generation. It mainly came down to talent and foundation.

Yan Song was indeed top-tier.

The sword in his hand was no ordinary item either. It glinted brilliantly, looking as if it were forged from Secret Gold. This sword alone was worth a fortune.

Yan Song pointed his sword at Wang Meng from his high vantage point. "Die!"

He didn’t give Wang Meng any chance to react. A vast wave of Sword Qi came crashing down, completely enveloping Wang Meng.

Wang Meng had clearly failed to escape the range of the Sword Qi, making Yan Song even more smug. He knew Wang Meng had the Dragon Emperor Holy Statue, which was a tricky thing to deal with. He decided to strike first to gain the upper hand. His goal was to kill Wang Meng; the arrogance was just for show. After killing him, he could take his sweet time showing off over Wang Meng’s corpse.

The furious Sword Qi rained down, yet there was no sense of any Elemental Power reaction from Wang Meng. The area around the Dueling Platform fell silent as everyone held their breath in anticipation.

Yan Song only stopped after unleashing a frantic barrage of over a hundred sword strikes. He truly wouldn’t rest until his opponent was dead.

After that furious assault, Yan Song himself was a little out of breath. He had put his full power into it.

’Even a dragon would have been blasted to smithereens by that.’

Yan Song glanced around, his face full of smug satisfaction. He felt that these famous guys were all idiots. In a Magical Combat, killing the opponent was the only goal.

Unfortunately for him, no one met his gaze, nor did their expressions change in the slightest.

The Elemental Qi dissipated. Wang Meng was still standing in his original spot, looking up at Yan Song in the air. He smiled faintly. "I’m afraid you won’t get to see that."

Yan Song froze. With a flicker, his figure vanished, reappearing in front of Wang Meng in the next instant. The Golden Sword in his hand was also an ancient artifact; the Puppet Sect didn’t have any ordinary items.

As the sword came down, a Beast Soul sealed within the Golden Sword roared out. It was a type of owl, a Primordial Monster Beast. It was said that hearing its cry would shatter one’s insides and cause death. An Ancient Cultivator had slain it and sealed its soul within this sword of Secret Gold, making it invincible in battle.