Just as Jun Xiaoyao, the Lord of Oblivion, unified the Kings of Nine Springs and was about to begin his campaign to destroy the Youxuan Pavilion…
Jun Xiaoyao’s Three Purity bodies have always been leisurely traveling in the vast southern lands.
All actions of the Lord of Hades were known to all three Pure Ones.
“After dealing with the Youxuan Pavilion and absorbing it, Jiquan’s strength will soar again.”
But the Jiuyoushen Temple behind Youxuan Pavilion is a problem.
“The Nine Great Halls of Heaven…”
Jun Xiaoyao pondered.
Of course, he didn’t forget his goal.
Along the way, he has also been inquiring about clues related to the Yang clan.
The Yang clan’s earliest ancestral land was located in a large realm called the Chiyang Realm.
The Fiery Sun Realm is incredibly abundant and contains a vast amount of yang energy.
For some practitioners with yang attributes, it is an absolute treasure trove.
But later, I heard that the Chiyang Realm was occupied by the Golden Crow ancient clan.
The Yang clan then migrated their entire tribe to another small world.
“The Yang Clan, the Jinwu Ancient Clan… it seems there’s something fishy going on here.”
Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes were deep and profound.
He smelled some familiar cues and flavors.
However, he wasn’t one to meddle in other people’s affairs either.
I’m just looking for clues about the Dajijin Flame.
Soon after, Jun Xiaoyao stopped in a bustling city.
Ask the monks within for information regarding the specific location of the Yang Clan.
The cultivator looked at Jun Xiaoyao with a strange expression.
“Sir, are you sure you want to go looking for the Yang clan?”
“Well, what’s the matter?” Jun Xiaoyao retorted.
“No, it’s just… it’s been a long time since any creatures have visited the Yang clan.”
“Nobody wants to be associated with the Yang clan.”
“You’re the first person I’ve met who asks about the Yang clan.” said the cultivator.
Jun Xiaoyao faintly said, “Is it because… the Jinwu ancient clan?”
“It seems you understand as well, young master. Let me offer a piece of advice: avoid getting involved with the Yang clan.”
“Don’t even think about running into members of the Jinwu Ancient Clan in a Yang clan territory, that’s just asking for trouble.”
When Jun Xiaoyao heard this, he smiled and said: “The ancient Jinwu clan, so terrifying?”
The cultivator’s gaze once again flickered with a strange glint.
“Sir, you aren’t from Nan Cangmang, are you?”
“Aren’t you aware of the Jinwu Ancient Clan’s former glory? All nine ranks were comprised of peerless talents.”
“Not to mention the ninth sequence, Lu Jiuya, that is a true emperor-level youth! The Golden Crow ancient clan is destined to continue its glory.”
“Haven’t you heard? The Yuehuang clan was forced by the Jinwu ancient clan to have their daughters get married. So it’s best not to provoke them.”
“Emperor-level at a young age?”
Jun Xiaoyao smiled faintly.
He did show a bit of interest.
Jun Xiaoyao, from this cultivator’s mouth, learned the location of the Yang clan.
Then he gave him some elixir.
The monk watched Jun Xiaoyao’s departing figure, shaking his head slightly.
“Oh, another young and inexperienced one who is not afraid of a tiger.”
Back then, there were also forces who disapproved of the Jinwu Ancient Clan’s ways and wanted to help the Yang Clan.
“In the end, all were destroyed.”
“What can one person possibly change?”
……
This is a remote and desolate little world.
Rare traces of life, as if forgotten by time, left in a corner.
Even this small world doesn’t even have a name, which goes to show just how remote it is.
Jun Xiaoyao came to this realm.
He happened to enter and was immediately struck by…
In the void at the edge of this realm, there are numerous formations woven throughout.
These lines connect to each other, like bars in a cage, locking the entire domain.
But this is nothing to Jun Xiaoyao.
He vanished and reappeared within this realm.
This little world is not very big.
The sky was overcast with gloomy clouds, creating a sense of oppression.
The mainland seemed desolate, with sparse vegetation and a barren landscape lacking vitality.
Don’t talk about any magical remedies.
Even some common plants are hard to find.
Seeing this scene, Jun Xiaoyao’s brows furrowed slightly.
Since he first stepped into the vast starry sky, this was the first time he had seen such a desolate and barren domain.
Spiritual energy is depleted, and the Great Dao is hidden.
In this world, only mortals or cultivators of low cultivation can live.
Some true practitioners simply wouldn’t choose this place as a site for their practice.
…not to mention as a migration site for one race. <<<
“No, this doesn’t seem to be a naturally formed environment.”
“Instead, it was humans who plundered the spiritual energy, draining the land’s spiritual veins and turning this place into a barren wasteland where cultivation is impossible.”
Jun Xiaoyao noticed, his brow furrowed even deeper.
He began to explore this realm, arriving on a continent deep within it.
Desolate mountains and ridges stretch endlessly, towering peaks pierce the sky, not a blade of grass in sight.
The land was a dark red, the atmosphere desolate and lifeless.
As we journey deeper with you,
Finally, he detected a faint glimmer of life.
In the vast and desolate mountains and valleys, scattered are some ancient cities and villages, dotted among them.
Some creatures live there, but their cultivation levels aren’t very high.
Each one seemed to have a look of numbness about their faces.
…What was noteworthy, however, was that Jun Xiaoyao perceived it. …
These people all possess the same bloodline aura.
That is to say, they are all of the yang clan.
But the realm is somewhat low.
Although Jun Xiaoyao had heard about the Yang Clan’s situation being unfavorable before arriving,
Even a skinny camel is bigger than a horse.
Even worse than this shouldn’t happen.
“It’s because of the Jinwu ancient clan…” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.
One faction, if naturally declining, would never have fallen to such a state.
Unless under tremendous pressure from external forces, this would not be the case.
With some questions in mind, Jun Xiaoyao entered the depths of this region.
For he sensed some subtle undercurrents.
This is the aura of the Quasi-Emperor.
Although the previous emperor wasn’t weak.
But even the once mighty Yang clan, the strongest aura was only that of a quasi-emperor.
This is already awful.
Jun Xiaoyao thought that perhaps the most powerful cultivator of the Asking Yang Clan could provide some answers.
But when he was not paying attention, Jun Xiaoyao saw it.
In the depths of this region, there lies a town of considerable size from ancient times.
Although it may appear that the city walls are dilapidated, cracked, and covered in the dust of ages, making them seem very old.
but it is already considered the core and most prosperous part of the ancient city.
There are also a number of Yang people among them.
Jun Xiaoyao descends upon this city.
He was clad in white, his black hair each strand glistening. His face seemed shrouded in a haze of mist, yet one could still glimpse the extraordinary elegance that defined him.
Like a celestial being in white robes descending to earth.
The environment here is too different.
In the blink of an eye, all the Yang clan members around looked towards Jun Xiaoyao.
First, there was surprise and astonishment.
Then comes the scrutiny, the vigilance.
There was still a hint of underlying hostility.
Jun Xiaoyao’s aura was restrained, not revealing the slightest bit of his cultivation level.
But from her appearance and demeanor, she was definitely not an ordinary person.
Surrounded, there were no members of the Yang clan who came forward to speak, they just watched from afar, occasionally nodding and whispering to each other.
Jun Xiaoyao was silent.
He wasn’t saying that the Yang clan was prejudiced.
This is likely because they have experienced something in the past.
And at that very moment.
Suddenly, a tentative voice, soft and cautious, sounded.
“Sir, may I ask where you come from?”