Beast Tamer Ascension

Book 3 Chapter 11: The Gathering of the Three Sects

Vol 3 Chapter 11: The Gathering of the Three Sects
Qingzhou, Senluo Path.

Deep in the mountains, hidden within a transparent barrier, the air was thick with the scent of ancient vegetation and damp earth. A faint, almost imperceptible aura of primordial power lingered, a wild and profound energy unique to the Zhuyan.

Whoosh!

As the appointed date arrived, disciples from the Myriad Beast Sect, the Flower Sect, and Thousand Illusions Mountain gathered at the entrance to the Zhuyan’s Inheritance Grounds, a place monopolized by the three sects.

As Thousand Illusions Mountain’s airship approached, an impatient voice rang out from outside the barrier.

"Phantom Lord Ming, your Thousand Illusions Mountain sure took its time. We’ve all been waiting on you to unlock the barrier."

"Heh, isn't that Old Miao? I heard you took the Myriad Beast Sect’s Core Disciples on a trip to the Ancient Celestial Kingdom to annex the Beast Taming Sect—only to get beaten back. Is that true?"

Standing at the prow of the airship, Thousand Illusions Mountain’s Sect Master, Phantom Lord Ming, looked toward Myriad Beast Sect’s Vice Sect Master, Miao Ling, with a smirk.

"Hmph, that Lin Jing from the Beast Taming Sect possesses a rare Gu ability. It’s no surprise our disciples were at a disadvantage. But for him to use such power... that sect is bound to pay the price."

Miao Ling, a Great Perfection Nascent Soul cultivator specializing in beast taming, was the very same elder who had attempted to recruit Lin Jing into the Myriad Beast Sect.

However, after what he had witnessed in the Ancient Celestial Kingdom, his interest in Lin Jing had waned.

Why?

Because at the border town of the Cloud Sea Mountains, they had encountered a Nascent Soul Demonic Cultivator from the Gu God Sect!

Fortunately, the demonic cultivator had no interest in them—only in information regarding the Ten Rare Gu and Lin Jing himself...

After that incident, Miao Ling and his team quickly abandoned any thoughts of involving themselves in Lin Jing’s affairs, returning to Qingzhou before they could get caught in the storm.

Their caution proved correct.

Soon after, Thousand Illusions Mountain—which had hidden itself within an academy—was attacked. Now, wanted notices for Thousand Illusions Mountain’s fugitives had even spread into Qingzhou.

Was the Gu God Sect behind it?

Miao Ling wouldn't be surprised.

"Wait, Myriad Beast Sect’s Core Disciples fought against Qu Jun?"

Hearing the exchange between Phantom Lord Ming and Miao Ling, disciples from Thousand Illusions Mountain and the Flower Sect perked up in interest.

By now, Qu Jun’s name had become infamous due to mysterious wanted notices circulating across multiple regions. Even in Qingzhou, many had heard of this monstrous cultivator.

"Have you heard? Thousand Illusions Mountain isn’t the only sect issuing wanted orders for Qu Jun. Many sects across different domains are hunting him down. It’s insane that he hasn’t been caught yet!"

"Maybe the Ancient Celestial Kingdom’s powerhouses have already taken him down," Senior Sister Ning interjected. "But let’s not concern ourselves with outsiders. Focus on staying calm—distraction is the greatest weakness for illusion cultivators."

As the two Nascent Soul elders exchanged a few more barbed words, the Flower Sect’s Sect Master impatiently urged them forward.

Eventually, the three sects worked together to dissolve the barrier.

Though the three sects often engaged in both open and covert conflicts, they upheld one unwritten rule: Nascent Soul and stronger cultivators would refrain from interfering directly.

Disputes over resources, treasures, and inheritances were left to the disciples.

After all, as long as a sect’s Nascent Soul cultivators remained, its survival was assured. Disciples? No matter how many died, new ones could always be recruited.

"Unlock the boundary!"

With a soft hum, the barrier shattered like scattered fireflies, revealing the landscape within the Demon Ancestor’s Ruins.

At the center stood a massive white stone pillar, its surface etched with the marks of time. Strange, natural rune-like patterns coiled around its base.

"Thousand Illusions Mountain disciples, enter the ruins!"

Hovering in midair, Phantom Lord Ming issued his command.

In an instant, a hundred Thousand Illusions Mountain disciples transformed into streaks of illusory light, surging toward the stone pillar.

"Myriad Beast Sect disciples, go!"

"Flower Sect disciples, go!"

Under the commands of their respective sect leaders, the other two sects’ disciples also rushed toward the pillar.

This white stone pillar was a Void Mystical Treasure of the Demon Ancestor Lin Jing, containing an entire independent realm. Those whose cultivation met the requirements would be drawn into the ruins upon stepping within its radius.

Lin Jing followed Senior Sister Ning and the other Thousand Illusions Mountain disciples toward the pillar.

As waves of spatial energy rippled, countless cultivators seemed to sink into the depths of a vast ocean, vanishing into another world.

Inside the Demon Ancestor’s Ruins

A dimensional shift later, figures began appearing one by one in a vast, dimly lit hall.

Lin Jing blended into the crowd of Thousand Illusions Mountain disciples, his presence unremarkable. Nobody knew that he was the very Ancient Celestial Kingdom’s prodigy listed in wanted notices.

"Is that... Lin Jing’s blood?"

Among the crowd, Lin Jing’s gaze locked onto a single drop of floating red blood at the center of the grand hall. A surge of extraordinary power radiated from it.

As the three sects’ disciples fully entered the ruins, the blood drop began to change—gradually taking the form of a small ape, just over a meter tall.

"So tiny."

For many first-time explorers, the Zhuyan’s diminutive form was underwhelming. After all, the stronger a demonic beast, the larger it tended to be.

"Don’t underestimate it!"

A veteran of previous expeditions immediately shouted.

The Zhuyan appeared mostly white, with crimson markings resembling burning flames. Its eyes gleamed with an intelligence far beyond that of a mere construct.

"RAAAH!!!"

The Junior Zhuyan scanned the entire hall, baring its fangs.

Before it could even move—

BOOM!

Thousands of spells rained down upon it, engulfing the hall in a maelstrom of energy.

Though only 300 cultivators had entered the ruins, the Myriad Beast Sect disciples—each commanding multiple demonic beasts—made it feel as though an entire army was present.

Even Lin Jing casually cast a simple Fireball Technique.

Though his squad’s mission was to observe the Zhuyan, there was one requirement: Only those who had successfully inflicted damage upon it could leave the ruins.

Thus, those who had never entered the ruins before had to contribute at least a minor wound to the Junior Zhuyan to ensure they received a trace of Zhuyan’s blood.

"Second Squad, sit down and concentrate!"

Amidst the chaos, Senior Sister Ning gave the order.

Alongside Lin Jing, the ten Thousand Illusions Mountain disciples under her command immediately focused their divine senses, studying the battle unfolding before them.

And what they saw was shocking.

Despite being only Early Foundation Establishment, the Junior Zhuyan endured thousands of attacks like an unbreakable fortress. Fire, lightning, metal-elemental strikes—none could even scorch a single strand of its white fur.

The sheer defensive power of the creature stunned Lin Jing.

It was stronger than his own Fire Qilin Dragon…

Even though this Junior Zhuyan was merely a construct formed from a drop of blood, its bloodline rank was unquestionably that of a Demon Ancestor.

Lin Jing’s mind raced.

"This creature hasn’t shown any of the overwhelming might typical of primordial relic beasts… just terrifying physical strength. If I want to recreate its essence as an illusionary beast, where do I even begin?"

Illusions typically relied on aura—an overwhelming presence to intimidate opponents.

Yet, the Zhuyan displayed no aura, no oppressive force.

It simply rushed into the horde of beasts—silent, unyielding, and ruthless.

Limbs flew. Flesh was torn.

Its every movement was a brutal, yet elegant masterpiece of slaughter.