C54 Qin Xiaotian!

Qin Feng, gripping his sword, darted forward, his figure a blur. With a swift flourish of his blade, he unleashed a fierce crescent of Sword Qi, cleaving the air with a dragon's roar, striking with the brilliance of stars and moonlight.

Unflinching in the face of the Ancestor's powerful onslaught, he showed no sign of backing down. Their energies collided, sending shockwaves dispersing in all directions. Slightly at a disadvantage, Qin Feng was hit by the blast, forcing him to retreat several paces.

The Ancestor gave no quarter, attacking again without pause.

"Kneel!"

His voice boomed, commanding the very air around them.

"The sheer strength of their zhenqi is astounding! Without Qin Feng's mastery of the Primordial True Dragon Technique, he would surely be grievously wounded!"

Within his astonishment, Qin Feng also felt a glimmer of elation.

"It looks like I have no choice but to reveal my trump card!"

He steadied himself, executing the Phantom Steps, and began to focus his Invincible Sword Intent, preparing to commit everything he had.

"Elders, please cease!"

At that moment, a voice of age and wisdom rang out. Upon hearing it, Qin Feng's Sword Intent dissipated, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning. The voice was deeply familiar.

Tears sprang to Qin Feng's eyes as he gazed incredulously at the rock wall before him.

"Grandpa, is it really you?!"

The voice was none other than that of his grandfather, Qin Xiaotian.

"Xiaotian, what brings you out here?"

Came the voice of another Ancestor, laced with concern.

"Elders, let Feng come through," Qin Xiaotian said with a serene authority.

Qin Feng's expression tightened; he sensed an underlying strain in his grandfather's voice, a subtle shortness of breath.

Qin Feng's brow furrowed slightly as he detected something amiss in his grandfather's voice. His grandfather seemed to be struggling, as if lacking in vital energy.

As Qin Xiaotian's voice faded, the rock wall before Qin Feng rumbled and a crack appeared, slowly widening.

A cave, roughly the size of a room door, came into view.

The cave seemed small from the outside, but its interior was surprisingly spacious, with a winding path leading deeper inside.

Qin Feng followed the path and soon arrived at a small hall. Stepping inside, he saw three elders sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Their long hair obscured their faces, making it impossible to discern their features.

Yet, Qin Feng could sense an overwhelmingly majestic aura emanating from them, enough to send shivers down one's spine.

As soon as Qin Feng entered, the two Ancestors' gazes locked firmly onto him.

The immense, invisible pressure bore down on him like a mountain, making it hard for Qin Feng to even breathe.

Desperately, he activated the Primordial True Dragon Technique within him, channeling the Power of the True Dragon from his scales to withstand the crushing force.

"Such formidable strength!"

"These must be the True Spirit Stage Ancestors of the Qin family. It seems they haven't even tapped into their full strength yet!"

It was only then that Qin Feng truly realized the extent of the Ancestors' might.

However, he was unaware of the profound shock and astonishment stirring within the Ancestors at that very moment.

Exchanging glances, the Ancestors saw their own amazement reflected in each other's eyes.

"Feng, is that you?" the elder at the forefront asked, his voice rising gently.

Hearing this, Qin Feng's heart jolted as if struck by lightning, his blood surging with a familiar sense of kinship.

"Grandfather, it's me!"

Tears welled in Qin Feng's eyes as years of pent-up grievances came flooding out.

He was only seven when Qin Xiaotian had entered seclusion.

Soon after, Qin Yunfei disappeared under mysterious circumstances.

Then came the relentless oppression from Qin Yunhai, the schemes, and the scorn of the clan—all of it had weighed heavily on Qin Feng.

Despite having lived another life, the emotional burden of his early years—oppression and injustice—remained etched in his memory.