102: Chapter 102 May I ask, Your Majesty, are you still capable of fighting, given your advanced age?

"Not only that, Great-grandfather has also fallen," Wang Linglong said.

"What! Father has fallen?" Wang Zhiyin felt as though she had been struck by lightning, and her body went limp.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? It was merely capturing a junior of the Eighth Realm?"

"Even a Great Saint made a move, how could it fail?"

Wang Zhiyin completely could not imagine why such a deviation had occurred.

A Great Saint!

Beneath a Quasi-Emperor, that was an invincible existence.

True Qi permeated Wang Linglong's palm, supporting Wang Zhiyin's body.

"Great-aunt, what should we do? Will the Jiang Clan investigate us?" Wang Linglong wore a look of panic.

"Go, go, go to Yaoyang's bedchamber," Wang Zhiyin said in panic, hurriedly steadying her body.

"Brother Yaoyang..." Wang Linglong came to a realization, hurriedly supporting Wang Zhiyin as they flew out of the bedchamber.

At this time, Jiang Daoran brought Jiang Xun and the Seventh Elder to the entrance of Tianyang Valley.

This was the Daoist field of the tianyang emperor bead.

Within Tianyang Valley, there was another spatial realm.

Jiang Daoran and the others stood at the archway of the valley entrance.

"I, Jiang Daoran, Lord of the Jiang Clan, report to the Emperor Ancestor. Today, Jiang Wushang, the Divine Son of Jiang of my Jiang Clan, was ambushed and killed outside by a Great Saint of the traitorous Wang Clan."

"The Wang Clan ambushed and killed my Divine Son, attempting to cut off the path of rejuvenation of my Jiang Clan. Their intentions deserve death. If we do not give a counterattack, the world will still think my Jiang Clan can be bullied. By then, whenever a Genius of my Jiang Clan goes out, they will surely be ambushed and killed. The Jiang Clan is in imminent danger, and our generation will become people of a destroyed clan."

"For the sake of the Jiang Clan's ten-thousand-year plan, Daoran specially comes to respectfully invite the Emperor Ancestor to emerge, initiate the Immortal War, and spread our clan's might..."

Jiang Daoran bowed in salute, his voice clanging and powerful, filled with awe-inspiring Battle Intent, which was transmitted into the Tianyang Emperor Valley.

"Respectfully inviting the Emperor Ancestor to emerge... Spread our clan's might!"

Jiang Xun and the several Saints of the Jiang Clan following behind him all shouted loudly, their voices clanging and powerful, the sound waves resounding across ten thousand Li of the clan territory.

Within Tianyang Emperor Valley, in a vast Small World.

In the center was a boundless sea of fire.

The tianyang emperor bead was hidden within the sea of fire.

At this time, as the sound from outside the valley was transmitted inside, the tianyang emperor bead trembled, and the artifact spirit inside directly raised its dual eyes.

"What! A mere Wang Clan dares to ambush and kill this emperor's Young Lord?"

In the sea of fire, that tianyang emperor bead, as huge as a sun, suddenly erupted with a monstrous imperial Aura.

Within the sea of fire, ten thousand layers of fire waves immediately surged.

The spray directly rolled up into the firmament of this Small World, and immediately the tianyang emperor bead flew directly out of the sea of fire.

The moment it flew out, the firmament above manifested a spacetime channel, connecting to the outside within the Jiang Clan.

Subsequently, Jiang Daoran and the others saw that above Tianyang Emperor Valley, a spacetime channel manifested. A sun rose, and scorching firelight blossomed, covering a radius of six thousand Li, burning the void directly into a void space.

That supreme imperial Aura suppressed downwards, pressing Jiang Daoran and the others' bodies to tremble, all kneeling and prostrating on the ground, not even daring to breathe loudly.

The imperial Aura vibrated, covering the entire Jiang Clan.

At this time, Wang Zhiyin and Wang Linglong were flying towards Jiang Yaoyang's Yaoyang Heavenly Palace.

Before they could even land, an imperial Aura vibrated over, blasting them flying a thousand meters.

"It is the imperial Aura... The Holy Lord has invited out the tianyang emperor bead..."

"The Jiang Clan is truly going to initiate the Immortal War!"

Wang Linglong was terrified in her heart.

To initiate the Immortal War.

Not only must there be a Great Emperor.

An imperial weapon is also indispensable.

"It's over!" Wang Zhiyin's body went limp, and she stared blankly ahead, lost in a daze for a moment.

No matter what, she could not have imagined that she was merely repeating the events of back then.

How could it initiate the Immortal War between the two clans?

Back then, Jiang Tianxing's natural talent was not weaker than Jiang Wushang's!

The tianyang emperor bead appeared in the world, its imperial Aura vast.

It hung high in the sky, and the sun fire it emitted burned fiercely, carrying endless anger, burning the void into distortion.

"Who is it, daring to ambush and kill the Divine Son of Jiang of my clan..."

A domineering voice carrying endless killing intent resounded.

"This seat will reduce you to ashes!"

Subsequently, ripples appeared within the tianyang bead, and a sun god bridge extended out. The artifact spirit's dharma body strolled out from within, overlooking Jiang Daoran, Jiang Xun, and the others below. It looked very young, with a sun floating and sinking behind its back.

When that gaze looked down disdainfully, the killing intent revealed in its pupils made people's blood run cold.

"What a terrifying weapon ancestor..." Wang Linglong shivered. "Great-aunt, let us quickly enter Yaoyang Heavenly Palace."

Her heart was filled with panic, fearing being instantly killed by the imperial weapon.

"Yes, yes!" Wang Zhiyin also shivered, hurriedly flying into Yaoyang Heavenly Palace and heading to her grandson's bedchamber.

Beneath Tianyang Emperor Valley, Jiang Daoran struggled to raise his head, looking at the imperial weapon artifact spirit. Seeing the artifact spirit's world-disdainful Aura, he took a deep breath, and his confidence grew a bit more substantial. Immediately, he hurriedly tried to stand up, bowing his body in salute.

"Emperor Ancestor... The person who carried out the ambush and killing has already been killed by the Divine Son of Jiang," Jiang Daoran said.

"Oh, they have been killed!" The tianyang emperor weapon artifact spirit was slightly startled, then came to a realization.

That's right!

That was the master's successor, holding the tianyang halberd; even if a Quasi-Emperor made a move, they would have to drink hatred.

"It turns out I was attached to appearances," the tianyang emperor weapon artifact spirit muttered in its heart, its fiery temper also slightly retracting a bit.

Within the valley, Jiang Daoran also felt much more relaxed.

"Emperor Ancestor, although the Divine Son of Jiang's crisis is temporarily resolved, the imperial Aura of the Jiang Clan cannot be lost. If we do not give the Wang Clan a lesson... my Jiang Clan will never know peace again," Jiang Daoran said. "Therefore, Daoran and the various Elders have unanimously decided to initiate the Immortal War!"

If the Jiang Clan does not demand an explanation, the other emperor clans will only think the Jiang Clan can be bullied.

At that time, everyone will step forward to kick them, and over time, the various emperor clans might even give birth to the desire to jointly destroy the Jiang Clan.

When that day truly arrives, the Jiang Clan will likely truly perish, having no power to resist at all.

Therefore, before things reach that step, Jiang Daoran decided that the Jiang Clan must take the initiative to attack.

Only by punching hard once can one avoid a hundred punches coming!

"Initiate the Immortal War!" The tianyang emperor weapon artifact spirit's gaze narrowed as it said, "This matter will likely require Great Emperor Liuyang to make a decision."

The Immortal War—that is not something a single imperial weapon can sway the situation of.

It still requires a Great Emperor to hold down the fort.

As it spoke, its gaze shifted, looking towards a Forbidden Ground twelve thousand Li away.

That was where the ancient emperor of the Jiang Clan, Jiang Liuyang's Daoist field, was located.

Jiang Daoran and the others also looked towards that region.

At this time, the Grand Elder was kneeling and prostrating before the archway of the Liuyang Daoist field.

Before the archway was a towering mountain.

The mountain was ten thousand zhang high.

In the high air, a sea of fire manifestation appeared, with six suns floating and sinking, and one golden crow after another playing nearby.

There were divine spring fire waterfalls gathering into a sea in the center.

Jiang Liuyang was within a Small World inside the sea of fire.

Ever since that battle thirty thousand years ago, he had been healing his injuries here.

In the span of thirty thousand years, only six thousand years ago, when Emperor Xinghe attained the Dao, did he awaken once.

"The Divine Son of Jiang of my Jiang Clan was attacked, right at a time of crisis... Please, Great Emperor Liuyang, awaken and spread our clan's might!"

Great Elder Jiang Yuyang knelt and prostrated on the ground, kowtowing towards the front. At this time, he had already kowtowed a full ninety-nine times.

His voice passed through the Restriction before the archway, transmitting into the Liuyang Daoist field.

Unfortunately...

Great Emperor Liuyang had all along made no movement.

"Could it be... that the Great Emperor's Lifespan is nearing its end, and he no longer has the strength for a single battle?" Jiang Yuyang felt sorrowful in his heart.

If this Great Emperor does not come out, the Jiang Clan will likely be powerless to initiate the Immortal War.

After all, even if the Canghai Great Emperor who went out were to return, he would still be a single pillar unable to prop up a collapsing building.

"If we do not fight this time, I'm afraid any casual emperor clan would dare to bully my Jiang Clan!"

"At that time, the imperial path of my Jiang Clan's disciples will be cut off... How can we pass down the Legacy immortally?"

Jiang Yuyang raised his head, looking at the Liuyang Emperor Mountain ahead, his face full of sorrow.

Just as Jiang Yuyang was sighing in his heart, within the Liuyang Emperor Mountain, monstrous flames soared into the sky.

A vast imperial Aura swept across the firmament.