Volume 3 - Chapter 408: The Demon Ancestor's Domain, A Blood Feud of Ten Thousand Years (Part 1)
Aside from the Jiang Clan, on the other side, within the Lin Clan’s Divine Mystery Hall—
Another towering Dharma Image surged skyward. Together with Su Zhenyuan of the Su Clan, three Half-Step Immortal Emperor Dharma Images stood tall between heaven and earth, rising above the Suzhou Imperial Star, gazing toward the descending black warship on the horizon. It was unclear whether they were welcoming it or preparing for confrontation.
The malevolent pressure radiating from the black warship was instantly resisted. The 36,000 celestial cities on the Imperial Star, home to countless human cultivators, could all feel the awe-inspiring might of Su Zhenyuan and the other Half-Step Immortal Emperors of the human race. Their presence blanketed the heavens and earth. More ancestral figures of the great clans rose into the sky, each exuding the majesty of an Immortal King. Together, their power formed a barrier over the Imperial Star, like an endless ring of celestial cities encircling and guarding the human race.
“Su Zhenyuan, Lin Daogong—long time no see. I trust you’ve been well.”
Three figures stepped out onto the black warship’s deck—two men and one woman, their bodies wreathed in auras as deep and dark as the abyss. Only their eyes shone brightly, undimmed even by the surrounding mists, as they met the gazes of the three Dharma Images.
“If this is a visit, why no announcement?” Su Zhenyuan's gaze was icy, his voice laced with oppressive power, as if casting judgment from above.
“Afraid we’d frighten you?” said the purple-robed man in the center, his tone calm.
His eyes were unnerving—each bore four pupils, a pair of dual pupils glowing with eerie light. Just his cold gaze was enough to make one’s scalp crawl in dread.
“Frighten? Hardly,” said Lin Daogong, patriarch of the Lin Clan, his face calm. Thin and pale with snow-white hair, he appeared youthful, but his eyes carried the weight of ages, like those of an ancient soul. “We humans value etiquette. Since you’ve come to the Imperial Star, you ought to abide by its customs.”
“If it’s courtesy you care about, then as guests from afar, shouldn’t you at least offer us a place to rest?” said the other man, burly and emanating an abyssal pressure. His golden eyes gleamed from beneath the shadows covering his face.
“Your early arrival is nothing short of barging in uninvited. The fact that we haven’t expelled you is courtesy enough.”
The silver-haired woman of the Jiang Clan stepped forward. Her beauty was breathtaking, but the killing aura she radiated was no weaker than Su Zhenyuan or Lin Daogong. In fact, her words were sharper, her presence brimming with an overwhelming will to slaughter—completely undisguised.
She was Jiang Qiuyue, the matriarch of the Jiang Clan. Having lost countless heroes of her clan on the warfront, the hatred she bore for demons and fiends was as deep as mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
“Jiang Qiuyue, the Jiang Clan is as unruly as ever. No wonder so many of you die.”
The purple-robed man shot her a glance, his tone indifferent, completely unfazed by her murderous aura or the fury his words might provoke.
They had dared to come to the Human Imperial Star not because they were reckless, but because they feared no breach of terms—even now, pressure was mounting at the border, and their presence here was not solely reliant on their own strength.
At his words, Jiang Qiuyue’s expression changed. Her silver hair flared outward, transforming into ten thousand silver needles. A terrifying aura surged, shaking the void. The needles pierced through space and time, slamming into the black warship.
With a muffled boom, the purple-robed man remained still, hands behind his back. Though his body shifted slightly, the four pupils in his eyes spun, unleashing a sinister force that corroded the void and blocked the impact.
“Hmph. So this is how you humans treat guests?”
He sneered, eyes filled with contempt, looking down from above.
Jiang Qiuyue’s eyes burned with killing intent. A mysterious moon suddenly manifested above the warship.
The moon seemed like a falling star, radiating dreadful imperial might. The divine moon imprint on Jiang Qiuyue’s brow lit up with dazzling brilliance. Across the seven thousand celestial cities surrounding Suzhou, all within a billion miles, could see the sudden descent of that moon through the clouds.
This was the Jiang Clan’s Taixu Mystic Moon, a profoundly mysterious celestial power said to be usable only by those of the Jiang Clan’s direct bloodline who had stepped into the Immortal King Realm.
On the warship, twenty figures—each with a distinct aura—looked on with grave expressions, sensing the terrible power of that mystic moon.
If not for the protection of the ship and the three figures standing at the fore, that single moon might have obliterated them all.
“Hmph!”
The burly man let out a sudden snort. His golden eyes blazed, engulfing his face in radiant light. Lifting his hand, a dragon-like roar burst forth, splitting the stars. A dreadful dragon shadow emerged, coiling around the mystic moon, attempting to swallow it like a dragon devouring its pearl.
But Jiang Qiuyue’s forehead gleamed once more, and the mystic moon violently shrank, releasing a cataclysmic force that blasted the dragon shadow away.
Seeing her gain the upper hand, the purple-robed man's four-pupiled eyes narrowed. A strange corruptive force surged from them, dark energy spreading through the void like a celestial hound eclipsing the moon, attempting to shroud the mystic moon entirely.
“Enough! Don’t go too far!”
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