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"This is the method for condensing the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe. It requires at least three million years of spiritual power as a foundation. After three hundred years of traversing the world and comprehending the mysteries of creation, I finally discovered this wondrous technique."
Where Shui Dongliu's fingertip stopped, a robe emitting nine-colored light took form, its surface layered with scales like the feathers of a bird.
The Nine-Colored Immortal Robe!
Shui Wuya's pupils contracted slightly. He knew the power of this Nine-Colored Immortal Robe well. According to the Shui family's records, three thousand four hundred years ago, Shui Dongliu had worn this robe to battle a deity!
"Thank you for imparting the technique."
Shui Wuya committed the method of condensing the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe to memory and immediately bowed to Shui Dongliu.
With a kind and gentle smile, Shui Dongliu nodded before vanishing into thin air.
A moment later, Shui Wuya calmed his mind and continued deeper into the cave.
After another few dozen breaths, he endured the immense pressure within the cave and took ten more steps forward. The surrounding space rapidly changed.
Before Shui Wuya could continue, a towering figure in a black dragon-patterned robe appeared three meters ahead of him.
Shui Wuya examined the figure closely and saw that he had long black hair draped over his shoulders, a strong and resolute face, sharp eyes, and starry brows. A single glance conveyed an aura of inherent authority.
Shui Xiaotian!
From his appearance, Shui Wuya recognized him as the semi-divine warrior who led the Shui family's first emergence six thousand seven hundred years ago!
Back then, Shui Xiaotian, leading nine Ultimate Douluos, had crushed all opposition with overwhelming force, marking the first time the world truly understood the might of the Shui family!
"Please instruct me."
Knowing Shui Xiaotian's cold temperament, Shui Wuya bowed and unleashed the full power of his three million years of spiritual strength and ninety-ninth level soul power.
At the same time, he mentally activated the method for condensing the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe.
Within three breaths, a Nine-Colored Immortal Robe materialized on Shui Wuya, exuding an unparalleled protective aura.
Even the icy Shui Xiaotian showed a glimmer of deep interest upon seeing the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe on Shui Wuya.
Soon, Shui Wuya initiated the attack, wielding the Ice God artifact in one hand and the Slaughter Snow God Spear in the other, engaging Shui Xiaotian's soul projection in a fierce battle.
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Time passed, and three days went by.
During these three days, Shui Wuya remained in the Ancestral Cave, challenging the soul projections of past ancestors. Whenever his soul power was exhausted, he would stop to meditate and recover.
By now, Shui Wuya had defeated seven Shui family ancestors, including Shui Changsheng, Shui Dongliu, and Shui Xiaotian, some of whom were peak-level semi-divine soul masters.
However, each battle was incredibly difficult. Shui Wuya fought relentlessly, clad in the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe.
On this day, after defeating the seventh Shui family ancestor, Shui Wuya meditated for six hours to restore his soul power to its peak.
Upon rising from the cave floor, he continued his journey deeper into the cave. With each step, the pressure he faced increased severalfold compared to the beginning.
In a hidden part of the Ancestral Cave, several floating, ethereal soul forms gathered.
Had Shui Wuya been present, he would have recognized these as the soul projections of the seven Shui family ancestors he had defeated.
"After thousands of years, who would have thought the Shui family would produce such a prodigy? Our wait has finally been worth it,"
Shui Changsheng remarked, full of emotion. As the first to be defeated by Shui Wuya, he hadn't expected Shui Wuyue to overcome seven Shui family ancestors in succession.
"The appointed day is near. With this child, the rise of the Shui family is imminent."
Shui Dongliu smiled warmly.
The other Shui family ancestors present shared knowing smiles upon hearing Shui Dongliu's words. Shui Wuya had managed to defeat these top-tier experts with just his Ultimate Douluo cultivation.
This was due in part to Shui Wuya's own formidable power, but also significantly because of the Nine-Colored Immortal Robe technique gifted by Shui Dongliu!
*The Eighty-Eighth Step!*
*The Eighty-Ninth Step!*
*The Ninetieth Step!*
Approximately a quarter of an hour passed as Shui Wuya advanced, enduring the immense pressure, and finally took his ninetieth step.
It was at this moment that he encountered the Shui family's eighth ancestor, an elderly man with white hair, a kind expression, and holding a green dragon iron staff.
Upon seeing him, Shui Wuya immediately recognized the figure as Shui Qingya, the second ancestor of the Shui family.
No matter how many years passed, Shui Qingya's portrait always hung in the second position in the Shui family ancestral hall, worshipped by generations of family members.
At this moment, Shui Wuya was filled with anticipation, eager to experience the true power of the Shui family's second ancestor.
However, as Shui Qingya materialized, he did not exhibit the same kind and gentle demeanor as the previous seven ancestors. Instead, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his face showed extreme shock.
"Father?!"
In his shock, Shui Qingya exclaimed, his gaze fixed firmly on Shui Wuya as if he had seen a ghost.
Facing this unexpected turn of events, Shui Wuya felt a jolt in his heart. As he gradually became aware of certain things, a sense of astonishment also arose within him.
"My name is Shui Wuya."
After a moment, Shui Wuya's expression calmed down, and he stated his name.
"It really is you, Father!"
"Mother was right, I really waited here for you!"
Hearing Shui Wuya declare his name, Shui Qingya's excitement intensified, and tears unknowingly flowed from his dry eyes.
Upon hearing this, Shui Wuya fell silent.
As the second ancestor of the Shui family, the only person Shui Qingya could refer to as mother would be Shui Bing'er.
Putting together the pieces, Shui Wuya deduced that the Shui Qingya before him was most likely his and Shui Bing'er's descendant.
However, the sudden appearance of an elderly son left Shui Wuya at a loss for words.
Sensing Shui Wuya's discomfort, Shui Qingya let out a couple of dry coughs.
"Rest assured, Father, I understand the whole story. You need not feel troubled."
After regaining his composure, Shui Qingya smiled and spoke.
(End of Chapter)