20: Chapter 20 If I were to overturn the table, the heavens and earth would collapse, and the Great Dao would cease to exist.

"I never expected the Jiang Clan to produce such filthy matters."

Within the vast sea of the Disaster Prison Space, surrounded by intertwining Qi of Yin and Yang,

a coffin refined from fire jade floated slowly.

A stalwart man wearing a fire robe and a red jade crown materialized from the coffin.

The moment he materialized, flames surged behind him, manifesting nine suns.

The fiery light of the nine suns burst forth, burning the Void Realm until it distorted.

This was impressively the ancient emperor of the Jiang Clan, Jiang Jiuyang, who was once a Nine-Calamity Emperor and only a step away from the Emperor Realm.

However, in the Disaster Battlefield, he was besieged and killed by nine Calamity Sovereigns among the Evil Spirit, causing his physical body and Dao to perish.

When Jiang Jiuyang materialized, Ji Qianyue furrowed her brows and retreated slightly by ten zhang.

Taiyin and Taiyang generate and restrain each other.

If one's strength is insufficient, they will only be firmly suppressed.

"Human hearts are simply like this; otherwise, why would you and I have fallen in the Disaster Battlefield back then?" Ji Qianyue sighed and spoke faintly.

Jiang Jiuyang remained silent.

He looked at the Primordial Spirit of Xie Wushang. "Little fellow, what are your plans?"

"Naturally, blood must be paid for with blood," Xie Wushang said.

"Good, this Old Ancestor supports you," Jiang Jiuyang said. "However, the Jiang Clan is an imperial clan after all; you should make proper plans."

"I understand!" Xie Wushang nodded.

...

On Yunyue Peak, the fiery light disappeared.

The evening breeze blew gently, and that scorching aura gradually faded away.

Xie Jingde gazed at the scene before him, dumbfounded and feeling as if it were a dream or illusion.

A dignified Saint-level powerhouse had arrived, yet with a flick of his hand, he was wiped out by his own grandson.

He looked at Xie Wushang.

Xie Wushang also looked at Xie Jingde.

"Grandfather, it's fine, it's all over," Xie Wushang appeased.

"Thinking about it, the Saint's might just now must have frightened Grandfather," he thought to himself.

"Wushang, you, you should go to the Ji Clan!" Xie Jingde's gaze flashed. After recovering his composure, he quickly urged.

"Go to the Ji Clan?" Xie Wushang was slightly stunned.

"You killed a Saint of the Jiang Clan, and the Jiang Clan will definitely pursue this matter. Now only a Celestial Emperor Family can protect you!" Xie Jingde said worriedly. "You gave birth to three goddess daughters for the Ji Clan; presumably, for the sake of the children, they will also protect your life."

"Grandfather, do not worry."

"The grievances between me and the Jiang Clan are bound to come to an end eventually," Xie Wushang said with a stern gaze.

At this moment,

in his mind, the desolate figure of his father taking out his own imperial bone and leaving with an injured body could not be erased for a long time.

He felt a wave of heartache.

It was not difficult to imagine how much grievance his father had suffered back then.

Xie Wushang wished he could reverse the long river of time to stop all of this.

"Bring an end with the Jiang Clan?"

Xie Jingde was stunned. Although he didn't know what had happened, he could sense that the matter was not simple.

Because complex emotions surged within this grandson's eyes; obviously, by making a move just now, he had discovered some secrets.

"Wushang, be honest with Grandfather, what is your current strength like? Although the Jiang Clan is no longer as glorious as it was in antiquity, it doesn't lack Emperor Realm experts. Their foundation is profound, not something ordinary people like us can shake head-on!" He was full of worry.

He still wanted his grandson to go to the Ji Clan to seek asylum.

In Old Revered Master Xie's view, nothing was more important than his grandson's survival.

At worst, become a matrilocal son-in-Law of the Ji Clan?

If all else fails, give birth to a few more divine sons for the Ji Clan, and perhaps they could obtain protection.

Waiting until the children become emperors to take revenge wouldn't be too late.

A gentleman takes revenge even after a thousand years.

Seeing Grandfather's worried face, Xie Wushang said earnestly, "Right now, if I go all out, I am invincible below the Emperor Realm."

Xie Jingde's heart skipped a beat as he looked at his own grandson in disbelief, saying, "Invincible below the Emperor Realm, you're this strong?"

He looked his grandson up and down.

He truly found it hard to imagine that this grandson with a shattered Dantian actually possessed such terrifying strength; it truly exceeded expectations.

Yet he did not know that Xie Wushang's shattered Dantian did not affect his strength, as he had the Disaster Prison Space, which formed a world of its own.

His Natal Divine Soul was even more wondrous and profound; he could grow stronger simply by refining disaster spirits.

In reality, what he cultivated was the Natural Disaster Dao Body; the Sun Holy Body and the like were merely superficial appearances.

Seeing Grandfather's shocked expression, Xie Wushang smiled faintly.

However, after recovering slight shock, Old Revered Master Xie still furrowed his brows.

"Invincible below the Emperor Realm? But the Jiang Clan doesn't just have emperors; they also have a heavenly emperor weapon suppressing the ages. You should still go to the Ji Clan to avoid disaster," Xie Jingde still felt it was inappropriate. In front of a true immortal imperial clan, even emperors had to retreat three hundred feet and dared not clash head-on.

"Grandfather, do not worry. If the Jiang Clan dares to bring out the heavenly emperor weapon, at worst, I will just flip this table," Xie Wushang narrowed his eyes, gazing into the distant Void Realm. Beneath that calm gaze lay a crazy decision—to flip the table...

Moreover, there was an ancient emperor of the Jiang Clan right inside his Disaster Prison Space.

As long as he proceeded step by step and helped Revered Master recover to the Emperor Realm,

the Jiang Clan might not even have the opportunity to sacrifice the heavenly emperor weapon.

In that case, Xie Wushang would not need to flip the table either.

"Flip the table?" Xie Jingde was stunned, then tentatively asked, "If you flip the table, what kind of strength will you have?"

"Heaven and earth will shatter... and the Dao will cease to exist!" Xie Wushang said.

"Heaven and earth will shatter... and the Dao will cease to exist?" Xie Jingde was stunned, yet felt it was unfathomably awesome.

"So powerful?" Xie Jingde looked at Xie Wushang.

The grandson before him was not even thirty years old, and being able to achieve his current accomplishments was already extremely rare.

To say he could make heaven and earth shatter and the Dao shatter—even a heavenly emperor was just like that!

Yet he did not know that even Emperor Jiuyang, who had once come into contact with a heavenly emperor weapon, sighed in admiration at Xie Wushang's disaster prison bead.

He bluntly stated that even heavenly emperor weapons did not possess such miraculous effects.

He guessed that the disaster prison bead was a supreme treasure surpassing heavenly emperor weapons.

Perhaps...

it was the legendary Immortal Artifact.

If Xie Wushang burned his Primordial Spirit to detonate the power of the Origin Law within the disaster prison bead,

the emitted power would be enough to cause the Laws of the Cangyuan Realm to collapse.

At that time, heaven and earth would truly shatter and the Dao would cease to exist; the entire Cangyuan Realm would likely enter an era of the end of magic, with emperors withering away.

"Does my grandson truly have such capability?" Xie Jingde felt skeptical inside, yet did not voice his doubt.

"Grandfather can rest assured; your grandson has already grown up and can stand on his own two feet," Xie Wushang said.

"Furthermore, the Jiang Clan is not just one person's Jiang Clan; they cannot cover the sky with one hand."

His Revered Master, Emperor Jiuyang, was once the most stunning emperor of the Jiang Clan in three hundred thousand years.

He also left behind backup plans in the Jiang Clan, not something ordinary people could bully.

Seeing his grandson speak with such composure, Xie Jingde nodded slightly and said, "Since you have already made your decision, Grandfather will not stop you."

He also said no more; at worst, it was just death, what was there to fear?

His only worry was simply the grandson before him.

"As for Grandfather..." Xie Wushang looked at the old Revered Master with lingering worry.

"If I leave Grandfather alone here, I'm afraid it won't be appropriate!" he pondered inwardly.

Right at this moment, ripples spread across the air, and a Void Realm passage materialized out of thin air.

Wearing scarlet-gold armor and standing twelve feet tall, Jiang Mo rode a unicolorn beast out from the passage.

Beside him were nine iron guards riding unicolorn beasts following along.