77: Chapter 77 Insulting the Jiang Clan, Death's Judgment

Central Continent, Western Desert.

This place was located in the far western region of the Central Continent.

Here, the barren red earth stretched for tens of thousands of li,

and the Fallen Sun Mountain Range stretched for ninety thousand li, with the mountains filled with rivers of fire and vast lakes, raging with fierce flames.

Only a few blazing iron trees and fire-attribute spiritual essences could grow here.

At the center of the mountain range, there was a gigantic crater covering an area of twelve thousand li in radius.

The gigantic crater was like an endless abyss, inside which flames raged fiercely, their brilliance soaring into the sky and manifesting a sun illusion suspended in the firmament.

Legend has it that in the primordial era, a sun fell from outside the heavens, creating such a miraculous sight.

Therefore, the world called this the Abyss of the Fallen Sun.

Above the gigantic crater, firelight bloomed, evolving into a light barrier that prevented outsiders from seeing the scene inside clearly.

At this moment, ripples stirred in the eastern region of the Abyss of the Fallen Sun.

A Void Realm passage manifested.

Flames like rivers swept out from within, transforming into a divine bridge extending toward the edge of the Abyss of the Fallen Sun below.

Xie Wushang and Jiang Mo stepped out from within.

"Young Lord, this is the Abyss of the Fallen Sun." Jiang Mo looked at the huge abyss blooming with dazzling firelight ahead and said to Xie Wushang.

Xie Wushang moved his Divine Sense, sensing toward the abyss ahead.

His Divine Sense touched the light barrier above the abyss, and he actually felt a wisp of Great Emperor-level Dao rhyme.

"As expected of a forbidden zone in the Central Continent; even on the outer periphery, one can still sense the Emperor's might." Xie Wushang whispered.

"It seems there is indeed a chance to nurture emperor-level sun gold stones within." A look of anticipation appeared in his eyes.

Right at this moment, ripples stirred in the Abyss of the Fallen Sun below, and three men wearing red-gold iron armor flew out.

The word "Jiang" was engraved on all three of their iron armors.

They were unexpectedly the Iron Guards of the Jiang Clan, and the leader among them had reached the Ninth Realm.

"Jiang Xun pays respects to the Young Lord." The man of the Ninth Realm was named Jiang Xun; he arrived in mid-air and bowed in salute to Xie Wushang.

"What is the current situation inside the abyss?" Xie Wushang inquired.

"Half a month ago, a Cultivator of the Tianyang Holy Land discovered that a quasi-emperor-level sun gold stone was being nurtured and born in the abyss. They tried to acquire it, but perished within... Right now, Saints from the Tianyang Holy Land, Blazing Flame Valley, and even the Wang Imperial Clan of the Central Continent have personally come here." Jiang Xun said.

"Everyone wants to explore the quasi-emperor-level sun gold stone..."

"My Jiang Clan also sent people here, wanting to seize the opportunity to acquire the supreme treasure; however, the quasi-emperor-level sun gold stone has gained sentience and its traces are already lost."

"All clans are searching for its whereabouts."

Hearing these words, Xie Wushang nodded slightly.

"People from the Tianyang Holy Land, Blazing Flame Valley, and Wang Imperial Clan are here too? Interesting."

Xie Wushang narrowed his eyes slightly, a curve hooking up at the corner of his mouth.

"Let's go, take me to the place where the quasi-emperor-level sun gold stone first appeared." Xie Wushang said.

As he spoke, he took large strides and was already walking toward the abyss below.

"Yes!" Jiang Xun immediately flew forward, bringing Xie Wushang along to pass through the canopy of the Abyss of the Fallen Sun and enter within.

Whoosh!

Passing through the light barrier, everyone felt as if they had arrived in another world.

Looking out, one could see that the interior of the Abyss of the Fallen Sun possessed a universe of its own, like a separate Small World.

Inside, mountain ranges undulated, ancient trees towered into the sky, and rivers of fire surged.

High up in the sky, spiritual cranes flew past from time to time.

Among the mountains, the ancient trees were unexpectedly emerald green, with flying springs and waterfalls, completely unlike the barren red earth stretching for thousands of li seen in the outside world.

Within this Secret Realm, there were three seas of fire that were particularly eye-catching.

They were boundless, and each of them actually covered an area of ten thousand li.

Within the seas of fire, there were also many islands.

"That quasi-emperor-level sun gold stone appeared in the Blazing Flame Valley ahead." Jiang Xun pointed at a mountain range ahead and said.

Among those mountain ranges, there was a huge valley covering an area of ten thousand meters.

In the valley, there was unexpectedly a fire pool.

Flames soared within that pool, emitting a rich Dao Profound Truth of the Emperor.

At this moment, standing around this valley one after another were Cultivators wearing fire robes, with raging flames soaring from their bodies.

The leader was a middle-aged man.

He wore armor, held double hammers, and had evidently reached the half-step Saint King realm.

Xie Wushang, Jiang Xun, Jiang Mo, and two other Jiang Clan Iron Guards had just arrived at the edge of the valley when someone flew over from the opposite side.

This was a man riding a flame lion named Li Hao; his Aura was extraordinary, and he had also reached the Ninth Realm.

"Halt, newcomers." Li Hao coldly looked at Xie Wushang, Jiang Zhen, and the others.

"Insolence! I am a Cultivator of the Jiang Imperial Clan, still you won't step aside!" Jiang Xun stepped forward, a Saint's breath radiating from his body.

Flames soared, a sun slowly rising, and the boundless Saint might crushed down forward.

"Humph, so what if you are the Jiang Clan? This is the Abyss of the Fallen Sun; do you really think your Jiang Clan can cover the sky with one hand?"

Li Hao let out a cold snort, flames also soaring behind his back, manifesting a long river of fire in high altitude that overturned and poured down.

The long river overturned like a milky way, converging into a sea behind him.

This was an illusion: Fire of the Nine Heavens converging into a sea.

In the distant ancient era, the Tianyang Holy Land had once produced a Great Emperor who proved the Dao through fire, so this Holy Land mostly cultivated fire-system Laws.

Within the sea of fire behind Li Hao, fierce flames soared, rolling upward in anger to transform into a fire flood dragon, looking coldly at Jiang Xun.

That Aura was not inferior to Jiang Xun's at all.

"Audacious! A mere Tianyang Holy Land dares to disrespect my Jiang Clan." Jiang Mo took a large step forward, staring coldly at Li Hao.

The Aura of a half-step Saint King swept out from his body.

That Aura caused the fire flood dragon manifested behind Li Hao to tremble and directly dissipate, and his body also staggered backward.

"Does your Jiang Clan want to start a war?" Right at this moment, within the valley, the man holding double hammers strolled over.

He took large strides forward, the sea of fire behind him rolling to manifest a hundred-meter-tall dharma body holding giant hammers, looking down from above.

The Aura of the half-step Saint King realm also permeated from him, and it was actually not weaker than Jiang Mo's.

The flames on his body turned into a blazing flame storm, sweeping over and shaking Jiang Mo's half-step Saint King Aura back in reverse.

Li Hao immediately managed to steady his figure.

"Elder Zou, people from the Jiang Clan want to barge into our forbidden zone." Li Hao bowed and said to the newcomer.

This man holding double hammers was unexpectedly the Elder of the Tianyang Holy Land, Zou Mang.

Zou Mang waved his hand, indicating that he already knew the cause of the matter. He looked at Jiang Mo and said rather domineeringly.

"Everything speaks of first-come, first-served; your Jiang Clan cannot break this rule either." His gaze was like a torch, carrying a bit of ferocity.

Hearing this, Jiang Mo frowned.

As fellow immortal orthodoxies of the Central Continent, the Tianyang Holy Land had always been a vassal of the Jiang Clan.

However, thirty thousand years ago, two Great Emperors of the Jiang Clan perished, and another Great Emperor was severely injured.

Now the ancient emperor Jiang Canghai was also nearing the end of his Lifespan.

The Jiang Clan had gradually become unable to restrain these immortal orthodoxies of the Central Continent.

If it were back when the Great Emperor Jiuyang was still around, the Tianyang Holy Land wouldn't even dare to utter a peep in front of them.

But now...

"Rules? My Jiang Clan is the rule." Just as Jiang Mo was frowning, a cold and majestic voice sounded.

Only to see Xie Wushang take large strides and walk forward.

"Young Lord..." Seeing this, Jiang Mo's eyes flashed as he looked at Xie Wushang. At the same time, he felt quite ashamed in his heart.

He was sent to protect the Young Lord, with the original intention of clearing obstacles for him.

Right now, failing to even handle such a minor matter, he truly had no face left.

"Oh? A junior of the Eighth Realm dares to speak wildly as well. Do you really think your Jiang Clan is still in its prime period?"

Zou Mang looked coldly at Xie Wushang with a look of contempt, not placing Xie Wushang in his eyes at all.

"Ignorant child!" Li Hao also just looked coldly at Xie Wushang.

"Hehe, the Jiang Clan has truly fallen. A junior of the Eighth Realm even dares to flaunt borrowed power here."

"Indeed, why don't they check how many Great Emperors their family still has alive? Do they really think this is still the Jiang Clan of thirty thousand years ago?"

In the rear, those guards of the Tianyang Holy Land all smiled grimly and looked coldly at Xie Wushang.

"Noisy!" Xie Wushang did not say much more. He just took large strides forward, his gaze flashing as he looked at Zou Mang and the others.

"Insulting my Jiang Imperial Clan, I sentence you all to the crime of contempt. The punishment is death by a thousand cuts."

As he spoke, Xie Wushang's large hand reached out, pointing into the void toward Zou Mang and the others ahead.

At the same time, between his brows, black and white Dao patterns intertwined, and an eyeball condensed from the black and white Qi emerged.