Chapter 428 - 408: A Great Storm, On the Verge

Chapter 428: Chapter 408: A Great Storm, On the Verge

Of course, judging by how things turned out, the Jile Demon Venerable must have failed in the end.

That’s why the Jile Demon Sect is now scorned by all and so widely detested.

Now, Fang Yang was both a Primordial Ancestor who pioneered a new path and a Lord of Central Revival. Anyone could see that with these two titles combined, he was undoubtedly a favored son of Heaven and Earth.

It wasn’t even a fool’s dream to think he might one day be able to peer into the Immortal Realm itself!

"Have Fang Yang sire many descendants?"

Hearing this, Ancestor Sen Hao of the Sen clan felt a mix of joy and bitterness.

He quickly changed the subject, suggesting they raise the standards for Fang Yang’s development.

"...Let’s wait for Fang Yang to become a Saint. Once he does, the Great Sun Golden Crow inheritance left behind by Fang Yuesheng can be given to him to do with as he pleases." The Changkong Heavenly Bow vibrated, glowing as it released a wisp of decaying aura.

The others heard this and nodded in agreement.

It was true that the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor had seized all the destiny from the Great Sun Golden Crow lineage.

But Fang Yuesheng was not one to be trifled with. He had laid a Secret Technique in place, designed to usurp the very foundation of the Yun Dynasty.

In other words, the Great Sun Golden Crow also possessed the potential to become an emperor.

The Great Sun Golden Crow could rule over all creation!

...

News of this battle was still spreading.

The Vast Sea Pavilion, the place where the ancient ones of the Great Xuan Dynasty resided.

Its founder was the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor, who established it to rival Longevity Heaven. All who resided here were ancient Great Saints of immense power.

Any single one of them who stepped out could make the entire Hong Realm tremble; they were true pillars supporting the heavens.

At this very moment, the intelligence sent back by the Eldest Princess of Great Xuan had plunged the Vast Sea Pavilion into a deep silence.

A gentle breeze blew, and white clouds drifted lazily by.

Across the sky, countless magnificent palaces glittered with divine light, yet all were shrouded in silence, their inhabitants speechless.

"Fang Yang has burst onto the scene! He has mastered both the Kunpeng and the Golden Crow, and has slain a group of young Great Saints, including Qi Xuanxian and the White Tiger Demon Lord!"

"He has forced our army into a full retreat, utterly routing our forces! We are in dire need of reinforcements!!"

This news was so shocking it defied belief, leaving everyone feeling as if they were in a dream, unable to process it.

"AARGH..." To the west, a furious roar echoed.

It was Prince Ji, who was erupting in fury. His hair was disheveled as he stood upon an ancient royal war chariot, his eyes like a wild beast’s as he let out a blood-curdling shriek, his expression utterly savage.

He was Qi Xuanxian’s father-in-law and shared a deep bond with him, viewing him as his own son.

His own legitimate son lacked talent, so he had essentially gambled the entire future of the Ji Royal Mansion on Qi Xuanxian.

How could he not be enraged upon hearing this news?

Without Qi Xuanxian, his Ji Royal Mansion would, at the very least, fall from the ranks of the top-tier nobility and fade into obscurity for a thousand years!

"The Great Sun Golden Crow... has truly returned..." To the east, atop a bronze immortal palace, the Emperor of Great Xuan’s eyes were cold. The sleeves of his golden imperial robes fluttered as he gazed toward the battlefield of the Burying Moon Mountain Dream Worlds.

"’The Kunpeng is itself a path to invincibility. To now gain the Golden Crow to illuminate the world...’" A royal elder’s face was grim, his killing intent palpable.

They were all members of the Vast Sea Pavilion, the foundation of the Great Xuan Dynasty’s power, and each had once dominated their own era.

Naturally, they were familiar with all manner of secret lore and Ancient Scriptures.

They knew full well that the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor’s battle to achieve the Dao had involved a great deal of luck.

The "previous Lord of the Golden Crow," Fang Yuesheng, had been just half a step away from attaining the fruit of the Dao first.

Fortunately, the will of Heaven had shown its favor; it did not wish for the Golden Clan to produce another Venerable, which allowed the Vast Sea Venerable Emperor to take that step first without any obstruction.

Now, the Great Sun Dragon Lady had inherited the "Great Sun" destiny. She was bound to clash with the "current Lord of the Golden Crow," Fang Yang, to engage in the "Great Sun conflict" that had never been truly concluded.

’But judging from the trajectory of Fang Yang’s rise, he seems more like the one favored by the will of Heaven!?’

’At this rate, won’t the roles of attacker and defender be reversed?’

"The Primordial Ancestor, the Great Sun Dragon Lady, is still in seclusion, fumbling for the threshold of the Master Level in the Dream Dao."

"Waking her now would only introduce unnecessary complications and allow Sen Yue to profit from the situation."

"Indeed. If the Primordial Ancestor learns of Qi Xuanxian’s death, it will surely cause trouble. Let’s wait a while longer."

"Fang Yang, Fang Yang..."

The elders of the Vast Sea Pavilion silently chanted Fang Yang’s name.

This time, Fang Yang had truly managed to get inside their heads.

Even with a Young Venerable like Sen Yue in the Xuan Realm, who had burst onto the scene like a great sun, they didn’t doubt for a second that Fang Yang would be able to rise.

Kunpeng Ancestor! Lord of the Golden Crow!

Anyone with half a brain knew that a character like this was destined to be recorded in the annals of history, even in an era teeming with active Venerables!

...

「Ten Thousand Flames Hall, the Immortal Forbidden Area.」

With a BOOM, a Fire Qilin appeared atop a volcano.

The Fire Qilin threw its head back and let out a long cry, its voice like a tsunami, striking terror into the hearts of all who heard it.

Legend told of a Fire Qilin that was once the war mount of the Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable, accompanying him as he rampaged across the Eight Domains with wild abandon.

This was not that same Fire Qilin, but it had inherited that same terrifying power.

Over the long eons, only a handful of individuals had ever been worthy of its notice.

Xiao Sanxuan was one of them!

Now, it was performing a memorial, bidding farewell to its deceased friend, Xiao Sanxuan.

In an instant, the heavens and earth thundered. The sun and moon seemed to crack apart as fiery meteors plummeted from the sky, and pillars of black smoke billowed upward.

In a distant part of the Immortal Forbidden Area, Di Zhao and Feng Ning’Er both looked up to watch, their eyes filled with contemplation.

Di Zhao, the first-ranked successor of the Ten Thousand Flames Hall, born with the innate destiny of an emperor.

Feng Ning’Er, the second-ranked successor of the Ten Thousand Flames Hall. It was rumored that she had hatched from a Phoenix Egg from the Immortal Realm, only emerging after tens of thousands of years.