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"That… that…" The crown prince wouldn't say that this plan wasn't brilliant. But... does he need to pay for it with his Ancestor's life? That's something he was very reluctant to do.

Of course, it was not because of love or fondness. He doesn't like his Ancestor very much, but he can't wait to get rid of him. On the other hand, his Ancestor is the one who protects him from all the threats and assassinations! That's the reason why he's so reluctant.

"Your Highness," Golden Scale called out. Bringing the crown prince's attention to him. "If you're worried about having no skilled people to protect you, I have a proposal."

This word made the crown prince pay even more attention to the Golden Scale. "What's your proposal? Lord Golden Scale." Asked The crown prince.

"If you want a guard that can deal with all of your political enemies and not overly qualified enemies such as Vlad Dracula, Heracles, Momotaro, or anyone from Daniel Emberweave's general and confidante. We can create a battalion of battle homunculi for you, plus a high-spec homunculi with a soul of the past hero of your chosen. We can also fine-tune the homunculi to obey your every whim, even things that are not… appropriate to speak in public." Golden Scale offers a proposal.

Hearing the proposal, The crown prince stops and thinks to himself. Yes, the homunculi battalion is not as strong as the Ancestor, but if he only considers his political enemies. It's enough to deal with them with just these battalions. As for the special homunculus? That's the cherry on top.

"I agree; you just need a million sacrifices, right?" The crown prince asks with a smirk.

Golden Scale nodded, and the two shook hands, sealing the deal.

— Space - Earth Orbit —

The Ancestor had arrived at the earth's orbit. He saw an orbital cannon not too far from where he ascended. He quickly flew toward the orbital cannon. He needed to make it quick. With his cultivation, which is just at the middle stage of the Celestial Transformation realm, he can't stay in space for long as he needs to use his cultivation to guard against a lot of threats.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Either the solar wind, radiation, body pressure or even some micro dust will kill him. He uses his spiritual qi to counter all of these threats. The realm that can freely traverse space is the celestial transformation. The Divine transformation can only allow him to use the divine power that God usually uses to fuel his cultivation and technique, not transform himself into God.

Only in the Celestial transformation realm can he have the protection of the divine and not only use divine power. In simple terms, divine transformation can only make him transform spiritual qi into divinity, and only through celestial transformation will all the spiritual qi in his body transform into divine power, thus making him step into the realm of God. Even though it's a very low-level god, a god is still a god.

The Ancestor had arrived at the orbital cannon with great momentum. The people working in the God Slayer cannon panicked at the man flying unprotected within the space. They knew that these men were not simple, and if not handled correctly, this might be their last day.

The alarm blares all over the station. People in power armor run toward the airlock, and the defensive system comes online and points their gun barrels at the Ancestor.

Since there is no air in the space and sound cannot travel in such an environment, the text appears above the station to warn the intruders to stop lest they be forced to defend themselves.

Of course, since the text was in English, and the Ancestral who never spoke a foreign language didn't know what it said. He could only snort at the fireworks and display them and show him.

This is the moment that he liked the most throughout his cultivator life. The moment he terrorizes mortals, these ordinary people always panic, like ants that sense humans when humans step on their lines or sense the doom approaching when humans pour water into their ant holes.

The Ancestor smirked, a twisted satisfaction rising within his heart. He raised his hand and gathered spiritual qi. As the qi gathered, a blade formed in his hand, the hand becoming a blade, and the blade becoming larger and larger until it was large enough to cut the space station in two.

He snorted before slashing down with the blade, but the moment it was about to hit the station, the blade stopped mid-air. The Ancestor didn't feel that the blade was hit with the armor as the feedback from hitting the armor should have been stronger than this.

But… what he felt was something else. It was as if someone had caught his blade and stopped it from moving further. The blade suddenly halts mid-way. He tried to pull or push the blade down, but it didn't even budge; it was as if a large hand had grabbed his blade and prevented it from moving.

As the thrill and excitement vanish, the Ancestor slowly looks at his blade; in the middle of the space station section, a person is floating in space.

It's a woman, a beautiful woman in casual clothes; she's looking at him like looking at a dead person. This woman catches the blade barehand without any protection or weapon. She pinches it like the blade is a toy she can easily grab.

The Ancestor frowned; a sense of dread slowly crept up into his heart. To catch his blade like this, the woman must be at least an entire realm stronger than him. Which means she can kill him easily.

At this moment, the woman increased her strength, and the Ancestor immediately felt the strain from the blade before it broke into pieces.

Clank!

The blade broke and immediately dispersed amidst the space, and the ancestor cultivation received a backlash. The blade formed by spiritual qi of that size was immediately destroyed, making his qi sea within the Dantian site as if a large rock fell into it, making it injuring him.

The Ancestor's mouth has a trace of blood, but he immediately swallows it. Spitting his blood out at this time may have made this female expert misunderstand it as challenging her and immediately kill him on the spot.

At this time, he needs to preserve his life first.

[This Junior greets the senior. This Junior came from the All Heaven sect may this junior know which sect you are from?] The Ancestor asks through the voice projection yechnique; he knows that to reach this cultivation, the woman in front of him would likely spend more time cultivating than him, and addressing her as a senior is the right thing to do.

[Hmph! All Heaven Sect? Your sect has a very dangerous, ambitious name. Does your sect harbor the desire to rebel against the Heavenly Palace? All Heaven sect, Heaven Sealing sect… those names alone are enough for me to visit your sects and have a nice chat after beating up your sect master and sect guardian] The Woman sent her voice projection in disdain.

[This Junior cultivation may be too little, but this junior wishes for you to refrain from mocking the All Heaven Sect. We have a sect guardian at the peak of Celestial transformation. No, he may already be half-step transcendent.] The ancestor said cautiously, his hand already clutching an escape talisman. He clearly felt the woman's animosity.

He enjoys lording over the weak like those mortals and acts mighty. Even though he usually enjoyed his young look in the Immortal Realm, he now has changed his appearance to an old man to act like a sage.

But right now... he doesn't want to die here! Now, he feels regret coming up here; he never thought he would bump into this expert in the mortal world!

[Heh!] The woman snorts [Half step transcendent, isn't that just the realm of those without talent that met with a bottleneck that can't be resolved in cultivation? You even invent those words such as half step to make you look better than other people. There's nothing such as half step; only power and experience set you apart from the rest.] The woman openly mocks.

At this time, the ancestor immediately activated his talisman. The space distorted for a moment before freezing, and then it immediately returned to normal. The ancestors remained in the same spot. His face paled, and if this were in the earth's atmosphere, his cold sweat would have already come out like a waterfall right now.

This… this is a spatial lock! Only the one in the transcendent realm can do this clearly and cleanly without any trace of artifact use!

[This junior has eyes but doesn't recognize mouth Tai, this junior apologize, may this junior know senior esteem name?] the ancestor said in a subservient tone, knowing he nearly shat his pants; this woman is a true expert that could kill his sect guardian with just her spit alone!

This… this is not merely kicking a steel plate; it's a f*cking tempered adamantine plate!