103: Chapter 103 The Six Yang Emperor Resurrects, the Wang Clan Must Be Destroyed!

Shortly after, Great Elder Jiang Yuyang saw ripples spreading across Liuyang Emperor Mountain as a thousand-meter-tall dharma body materialized.

It was an imposing man clad in a fiery robe and wearing an imperial crown, his eyes burning like raging suns.

Behind him, a sea of fire surged and sank, with six suns hanging high in the sky, illuminating the myriad realms.

An Aura that oppressed mountains and rivers swept across the entire Jiang Clan.

That Aura caused all the disciples of the Jiang Clan to turn their gazes toward it.

"It's Great Emperor Liuyang! It's our clan's Great Emperor Liuyang!"

"Great Emperor Liuyang has awakened!"

Countless clansmen shouted aloud.

Tears streamed down the faces of those old Saints.

"Greetings, Great Emperor!"

Empress Qinghong, Quasi-Emperor Bayang, and other quasi-emperors of the Jiang Clan emerged from seclusion one after another.

Everyone flew up into the high altitude, and then knelt down with faces full of excitement.

"Greetings, Great Emperor!" Tears welled in Great Elder Jiang Yuyang's eyes as the blood within his body boiled, and he immediately kowtowed in salute.

"Greetings, Great Emperor!" Within the Jiang Clan, tens of millions of clansmen knelt together and paid respects to the dharma body of Great Emperor Liuyang.

That sound was like a call from the mountains, transforming into roaring waves that persisted for a long time without fading.

Jiang Daoran, Jiang Xun, and the others also knelt and shouted in that direction, tears streaming down their aged faces as well.

"Great Emperor Liuyang!" The spirit of the tianyang emperor bead shifted its gaze toward Great Emperor Liuyang, a complex expression flashing in its eyes.

Back in the past—

Great Emperor Liuyang had gone together with its master to the Disaster Battlefield.

As a result...

Great Emperor Liuyang returned.

Yet its own master had perished.

Fortunately...

Its master had already recovered.

Liuyang Emperor Mountain.

The dharma body of Great Emperor Liuyang stood as if beneath the firmament.

He looked down upon the mountains and rivers of the Jiang Clan.

"Six thousand years have passed... My clansmen!" He looked at the kneeling clansmen one by one, his aged eyes filled with emotion.

He had been in closed-door seclusion for six thousand years.

Unfortunately, his injuries had not yet fully healed.

Originally, he could have chosen to go out and search for imperial medicine to heal his injuries.

It was just that...

If even he went out to search for medicine, no one would be left to guard the Jiang Clan.

Furthermore, without the Heavenly Emperor Formation accompanying him, there was a possibility he could be ambushed and killed.

It could be said that Great Emperor Liuyang's seclusion for ten thousand years was truly a helpless move.

Having reached this stage, he could not take a single step out.

Otherwise, not only him, but the entire Jiang Clan would be plunged into an abyss of eternal damnation.

"Great Emperor... The scoundrels of the Wang Clan ambushed and killed our clan's Divine Son... attempting to block our clan's path to revitalization... I wonder if the Great Emperor can fight and initiate an Immortal War!" Great Elder Jiang Yuyang raised his head and spoke to Great Emperor Liuyang, who was looking down from high above.

At this moment, the gaze of Great Emperor Liuyang's dharma body was disdainful of all, with Great Emperor Dao patterns intertwining within it.

With a flick of his Divine Thought, the murmurs of countless Cultivators within the Jiang Clan were all heard by him.

Even with a slight deduction, he could know what had happened recently.

In a single thought.

He had already seen through everything completely.

The figure of Xie Wushang even materialized before his eyes.

"Oh, Jiang Wushang... actually carries the Aura of Ninth Brother..."

"His destiny is something even I cannot deduce?"

When deducing Xie Wushang, Great Emperor Liuyang was first startled, and then a look of astonishment appeared on his face.

Even he was unable to deduce it.

One could foresee just how terrifying this child's potential must be.

"It seems the hope of our Jiang Clan's revitalization lies upon this child!" Great Emperor Liuyang whispered.

"Great Emperor, can our clan open the Immortal War once again?" Many aged Saints among the Jiang clansmen shouted aloud.

Their own Divine Son being ambushed.

Was undoubtedly a provocation against the Jiang Clan.

These old men all sensed a crisis.

And wanted to make another contribution to the Family.

Great Emperor Liuyang looked at Great Elder Jiang Yuyang and the many aged Saints, and said with great majesty,

"Although this emperor is already old, I can still fight... The Wang Clan... must be annihilated."

The Wang Clan... must be annihilated!

These four words resounded through the Jiang Clan, causing many anxious clan elders to heave a sigh of relief.

If the Great Emperor could not fight.

Then this time, the Jiang Clan would surely be plunged into an abyss of eternal damnation.

Great Emperor Liuyang's words undoubtedly gave them confidence.

"Mighty is the Great Emperor! Mighty is the Jiang Clan!"

"Mighty is the Great Emperor! Mighty is the Jiang Clan!"

Hearing this, Great Elder Jiang Yuyang shouted and kowtowed repeatedly, his blood boiling.

With the Great Emperor's words, that was enough.

"Haha, my Jiang Clan's Great Emperor can still fight, who dares to bully us!" Jiang Daoran also shouted loudly, tears streaming down his aged face.

High in the air, the spirit of the tianyang emperor bead nodded slightly.

Knowing that Great Emperor Liuyang could fight, it also breathed a sigh of relief.

An Immortal War!

That was by no means child's play!

Thirty thousand years ago, it had experienced one.

That time, a Great Emperor of the Yao Race attacked, wanting to destroy the Jiang Clan.

That battle was fought with extreme difficulty.

The clan's Great Emperor Jiuyang had fallen in the Disaster Battlefield.

When Great Emperor Liuyang returned, he was already heavily injured.

Within the clan, only Emperor Canghai possessed Peak combat strength.

These imperial weapons also all exerted their full strength, only then managing to protect the Foundation of the Jiang Clan.

Now...

It was reaching that step once again.

"I wonder what percentage of strength my master has recovered now?" The tianyang emperor bead whispered.

"There is no time to lose. I ask the Weapon Ancestor to enter the Abyss of the Fallen Sun with me and bring back our clan's Divine Son!" Jiang Daoran raised his head and said.

"Very well!" The tianyang emperor bead nodded.

"This emperor shall go with you!" In the distant high altitude, the gaze of Great Emperor Liuyang's dharma body shifted as he looked at the tianyang emperor bead.

"Good!" The tianyang emperor bead hesitated slightly before speaking.

Deep down, it still harbored some lingering resentment toward Great Emperor Liuyang.

After all, back then its own master had stayed behind to cover his retreat.

Its master had perished.

Yet Great Emperor Liuyang had returned alive.

Naturally, the spirit of the tianyang emperor bead could not help but have some wild thoughts.

Great Emperor Liuyang did not take the attitude of the tianyang emperor bead's spirit to heart.

He had also felt extremely self-blaming about what happened back then.

With a wave of his dharma body's giant hand, a spacetime passage appeared in the Void Realm.

Subsequently, the true Qi of the sun extended downward, guiding Jiang Daoran and Jiang Xun into the high altitude.

"Let's go!" Great Emperor Liuyang's dharma body spoke, leading Jiang Daoran, Jiang Xun, and the others into the spacetime passage.

As for his true body, it was still in the Liuyang Dao field.

The tianyang emperor bead, resembling a burning sun, flew into the spacetime passage together with them.

...

"Great Emperor Liuyang has awakened!" In the Yaoyang Heavenly Palace, Wang Zhiyin whispered as she gazed at the spacetime passage manifesting beneath the firmament.

"An Immortal War... Is it truly going to begin?"

Wang Linglong felt a wave of panic; she withdrew her gaze and looked at Wang Zhiyin.

Wang Zhiyin remained silent. Things had reached this point, and the situation was clearly no longer something she could control.

A Great Emperor has awakened...

Saints were like mere ants, unable to interject a single word.

They could only drift with the tide.

...

At this moment, in the Cangyuan Realm.

North of the East Sea.

Within the vast expanse of the sea, there was an area shrouded in dense fog where even Saint-Grade Yao Beasts would meet their doom upon entering.

Wang Yonghui, the Great Emperor of the Wang Clan, sat upright in a heavenly palace, drinking wine and playing chess with someone.

Seated opposite him was a man clad in feathered robes, with a sea-of-fire realm manifesting behind him, within which numerous golden crows were crying out.

Those golden crows flapped their wings, seemingly capable of blocking the sky and covering the sun.

Wang Yonghui dropped a chess piece.

Suddenly, he raised his gaze, turned his head to look toward the south, and looked toward the region of Central Continent.

Opposite him, the feathered-robe man slowly took a sip of wine, then set it down and also looked toward Central Continent.

"Oh, the imperial might pierces the heavens... illuminating the Nine Provinces... It's that person from the Jiang Clan who has awakened," the feathered-robe man said indifferently.

Afterward, he looked at Wang Yonghui.

"Hmph, that fellow Jiang Liuyang was already at the end of his rope, merely hanging on by a single breath. This time, we might as well send him off on his final journey."

Wang Yonghui said.

"Since that is the case, Fellow Daoist Wang, feel free to act without restraint," the feathered-robe man said.

"With Fellow Daoist Jin's words, I, Wang, have nothing left to hesitate about." Wang Yonghui stood up and bowed with cupped hands.

"Hehe, once this matter succeeds, Central Continent will be the world of your Wang Clan!" The feathered-robe man stood up and drank his cup in a single gulp.

"Haha, the Jiang Clan is already on the decline; with our two clans joining hands, success will naturally be ours." Wang Yonghui raised his cup and drank it all in one go.