Chapter 519 - 436: Contention for the Main Lineage, Legacy Sacred Ground

This time, however, she remained rather calm in the face of Emperor Wushuang's might.

For she knew well that Fang Yang, too, could destroy the imprints of Saint Venerables.

In fact, what Fang Yang was capable of was even more outrageous!

"The Demon Emperor? Perhaps." Fang Yang nodded, then gently shook his head.

He could sense another Saint Venerable's imprint hidden deep within the tribulation clouds.

But for some unknown reason, that imprint remained dormant.

'Saint Emperor Vast Sun? The Heaven-Devouring Demon Emperor? Thunder Saint Venerable?'

The Ten Thousand Flames Saint Venerable was the fifth one. By rights, the imprints preceding him should belong to one of those figures.

'But is that mysterious imprint truly one of the first four Saint Venerables?'

Fang Yang sighed softly. He couldn't quite see through it either.

The situation in the Eight Domains of Heaven and Earth was so convoluted, he felt even the Immortal Realm could be no more complex.

.........

He had become a Saint.

In a truly indescribable fashion, Emperor Wushuang had become a Dual Dao Saint.

This development left the Changkong Skybow and the other Great Powers of the Human Race in stunned silence.

For even with all their vast experience and knowledge, none of them had ever witnessed such an event with their own eyes.

Thus, even as Emperor Wushuang began refining the Vermilion Bird Ruins, they remained in a trance, not yet fully snapping out of it.

"Rise."

Emperor Wushuang was now channeling the power of his Cosmic Celestial Mandate to refine the Vermilion Bird Ruins.

No, he wasn't merely refining it; he was boldly reshaping it.

He sought to emulate Thunder Saint Venerable's Profound Control Blessed Land, intending to use the Vermilion Bird Ruins as one of the cornerstones of his own heritage.

Clearly, he saw the Vermilion Bird Ruins as the staging ground for the revival of his own lineage.

The void filled with swathes of fiery light.

All kinds of Anomalous Flames streaked across the sky, darting about like birds before scattering to different locations throughout the Vermilion Bird Ruins.

The sight was terrifying—a dense swarm, thousands upon thousands strong.

Of course, not many were special Anomalous Flames ranked on the Mortal and Sacred Anomalous Fire Lists.

The Mortal Anomalous Fire List specifically referred to special Anomalous Flames within the Mortal Realm, recording only the top one hundred.

The Sacred Anomalous Fire List referred to special Anomalous Flames in the Saint Realm, whose rankings were difficult to determine.

'A land for our lineage.' At this moment, a complex expression surfaced on Yu Zither Immortal's fair, lovely face.

'If nothing unexpected happens, this journey with Fang Yang back to ancient times is about to end.'

'Once we return to the real world, how will we deal with this... special relationship between us?'

Her mind raced with thoughts.

For a moment, waves of emotion crashed through her, one after another, each more powerful than the last.

At this thought, she lifted her head slightly, her shimmering peach-blossom eyes fixed on Fang Yang.

Just then, as if sensing her thoughts, Fang Yang reached out and took her delicate hand. He smiled. "A land for our lineage? Don't worry. We will establish a sacred land for the Golden Crow and Fusang."

'Yes, he would build a sacred land for the Golden Crow and Fusang.'

'But the true main branch of his lineage could only descend from his and Sen Hui's children.'

'In other words, even if he established a Yun Dynasty, the bloodline of its emperors through the ages was already set in stone.'

"Hmph. I suppose you have a conscience after all. Then, compared to..." Yu Zither Immortal's eyes brightened for a moment before she trailed off.

'She desperately wanted to ask Fang Yang if their descendants could be the main branch.'

'At the same time, she was afraid to ask.'

'She knew she hadn't yet been accepted by the others.'

'She knew that her descendants becoming the main branch was an unrealistic hope.'

'But... what if?'

...

「Vermilion Bird Ruins, Saint Palace.」

The palace was brightly lit, filled with ceremonial bells, tripods, and jade artifacts. Vermilion Bird Dao Patterns manifested everywhere.

It was a world apart from how it had been before.

"I hope you enjoy this gift, Brother Golden Crow," Emperor Wushuang said with a faint smile.

In the next moment, the chanting of an Ancient Scripture echoed through the Saint Palace.

As the recitation began, the Vermilion Bird Dao Patterns seemed to come alive, breaking free from their confines to soar through the air.

They converged like a flock of a hundred birds, bursting with divine substance. A dense cloud of crimson runes enveloped the Daoist couple, Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal.

Fang Yang stood calmly with his hands behind his back, silently absorbing the experience.

He possessed extraordinary talent on his cultivation path.

Even though he had only been a Grade A Spirit Body, he had still managed to force his way into the realm of young Great Sages.

So much so that countless people believed his talent was, at the very least, comparable to Sen Yue's!

In an instant, he heard a sound of immense grandeur.

Ancient! Overbearing! Majestic!

He could faintly perceive a Vermilion Bird Saint Emperor at his side, expounding upon the mysteries of the universe.

"BOOM!"

The Donghuang Chaos Bell materialized, resembling a demonic well.

It frantically devoured the divine substance and digested the various Vermilion Bird Dao Patterns, growing ever more profound and immeasurable.

Drawn out by the Donghuang Chaos Bell, the Fusang Immortal Zither emerged as well.

The two artifacts resonated, their sound waves thundering like a stirring immortal symphony and naturally forming a golden field around them.

The golden field enveloped Fang Yang and Yu Zither Immortal, boosting their conditions and allowing them to assimilate the Vermilion Bird Dao Patterns at an even faster rate.

"Golden Crow and Fusang... truly incredible," the Changkong Skybow murmured, trembling slightly.

Suddenly, it began to shake violently.

It had just witnessed the appearance of ten Vermilion Birds, each with a different form.

Each of the ten Vermilion Birds possessed a magnificent aura, as if looking down upon the entire world, and their cold gazes were fixed on Fang Yang!

No, these were not ten differently-formed Vermilion Birds, but ten peerless Divine Techniques of the Vermilion Bird lineage!

"The Ten Strikes of the Primordial Vermilion Bird... is he about to fully comprehend the complete Vermilion Bird Treasure Skill?" Emperor Wushuang stared at Fang Yang, his expression one of stunned disbelief.

The Primordial Vermilion Bird was a truly invincible existence, one that had swept unchallenged through the heavens and the earth.

It was a supreme ancient avian, possessing unparalleled divine might, before which countless primordial Fierce Beasts and divine fowls had to bow in submission.