26: Chapter 26 The Holy Earth's Wrath, the Holy Son's Personal Arrival

The East Wasteland is vast.

Billions of lives multiply on this land.

Mortal Dynasties are as numerous as hair, and above these dynasties are the transcendental Holy Lands for Cultivation.

They control the rise and fall of dynasties.

Ziyang Holy Land is one of the giants in the Southern Region of the East Wasteland.

The Sect is located on a giant Spiritual Vein, with mountains and ravines, purple Qi rising. Several ten-thousand-fathom main Peaks pierce the clouds, surrounded by dense Spiritual Qi clouds all year round, with cranes crying and Spirit Beasts running—a scene of immortals.

In the deepest part of the Holy Land, there is a grand hall built entirely of black giant stones.

The Soul Life Hall.

Inside the hall, there are no flashy decorations, only rows of soul wood shelves.

Thousands of ancient bronze lamps are placed on them.

Each lamp represents the life of a Core Disciple or Elder.

When the lamp exists, the person exists.

When the lamp is extinguished, the person dies.

A young Disciple in a green robe is boredly holding a rag, wiping the dust off the shelves.

Guarding the Soul Life Hall is the most idle and boring job in the Sect.

It might not have a soul lamp extinguished in decades.

"Sigh, when can I go to the Law Enforcement Hall and follow the Senior Brothers out to show off?"

The young Disciple muttered while wiping.

Just at this moment.

Crack.

An extremely crisp sound suddenly exploded in the hall.

The young Disciple's movements stopped, and he looked up abruptly towards the direction the sound came from.

In the top row of soul lamps, the one representing Elder Liu Cang of the Array Formation Realm extinguished without warning.

Only a wisp of green smoke floated up and dissipated.

"Elder... Elder Liu's soul lamp!"

The young Disciple's face turned pale.

That was an Elder with real power in the Array Formation Realm, the backbone of the Sect.

How could it suddenly...

He hadn't recovered from the shock.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of dense cracking sounds, like death-summoning drumbeats, sounded one after another.

Next to Elder Liu Cang's soul lamp, the soul lamps of more than a dozen Divine Treasury Realm elite Disciples who went with him to the Mortal Dynasty 'Great Xia' were all extinguished within a few breaths.

The entire top row, that row of soul lamps that were originally burning fiercely, was now silent.

Only the hideous cracks left after the lamps shattered remained.

"Dead... all dead?!"

The young Disciple was at a loss.

He stood there, hands and feet cold.

Dead silence.

After a moment of dead silence, came a piercing scream.

"Bad! Something big happened!"

The young Disciple rushed out of the Soul Life Hall in a panic, his voice shrill, resounding throughout the entire Ziyang Holy Land.

...

Ziyang Holy Land, main Peak.

In a magnificent hall suspended ten thousand feet high, carved from a whole piece of purple jade.

Ziyang Holy Lord, Zi Daoran, sat cross-legged on a mat.

Dao rhymes circulated around him, his Aura in harmony with heaven and earth.

As a giant of the Venerable Realm, he hadn't managed Sect affairs for hundreds of years, focusing on closed-door Cultivation, trying to glimpse the Saint realm.

But today, he was disturbed by a rush of chaotic Aura.

Boom.

The hall door was pushed open by a great force.

Several Grand Elders with gloomy faces stormed in angrily.

"Holy Lord! Something big happened!"

The white-haired Elder in the lead spoke in a hoarse voice.

Zi Daoran slowly opened his eyes, looking at everyone calmly.

"Why the panic?"

"Liu Cang and the team he brought..."

The white-haired Elder took a breath and said word by word.

"...soul lamps, all extinguished!"

"What."

Rao is Zi Daoran's state of mind, hearing this news, his eyes suddenly became sharp.

A pressure spread from his body, and the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became heavy.

Elders with weaker Cultivation even felt their breathing stagnate, as if carrying a mountain.

Dying an Array Formation Realm Elder and a dozen Core Disciples is a significant loss.

But more importantly, it's face.

His Ziyang Holy Land is the hegemon of the Southern Region of the East Wasteland, famous, ruling over hundreds of Mortal Dynasties, who dares to be disrespectful?

Now, someone actually dared to touch the tiger's whiskers, killing their people in the Mortal world they control.

This is a provocation.

This is a public trampling on the dignity of the Ziyang Holy Land.

"Investigate!"

"Find out for me, who exactly has the guts!"

Zi Daoran's voice was not high, but it carried an unquestionable will, echoing in the hall.

Soon, the Elder in charge of intelligence found out the cause and effect clearly.

"Reporting to the Holy Lord, Elder Liu Cang went there for a newly born 'Sword Body' prince of the Great Xia Dynasty, and incidentally to handle a deal with a Great Xia power minister. According to the last blurred message sent back before the soul lamp extinguished..."

The intelligence Elder paused and said with an ugly face.

"The message mentioned the word 'Marquis'. We infer that behind the Great Xia royal family, there might be a... Marquis Realm expert."

"Marquis Realm?"

The atmosphere in the hall instantly became even heavier.

In a place like the Mortal world where Spiritual Qi is barren and Laws are incomplete, being able to Cultivate to the Divine Treasury Realm is already the limit, and giving birth to an Array Formation Realm is rare in thousands of years.

As for a Marquis...

That is almost impossible.

"No wonder Liu Cang died... facing a Marquis, he didn't even have a chance to run."

"How could a Mortal Dynasty afford to support a Marquis? Could it be some passing Loose Cultivator who was coincidentally recruited by them?"

"No matter who he is, killing an Elder of my Holy Land is an enemy of my Ziyang Holy Land. If this revenge is not avenged, where is our Holy Land's face? How can we deter the four directions in the future?"

A hot-tempered Elder slammed the table and shouted.

The Elders were indignant and demanded to send troops to trample Great Xia and smash that so-called Marquis into ashes.

"Enough."

Zi Daoran raised his hand to stop everyone's noise.

His face returned to calm, but a murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"A mere newly promoted Marquis dares to provoke the dignity of my Holy Land, indeed seeking death."

He looked at the Elders below and spoke slowly.

"This matter concerns the face of my Ziyang Holy Land and cannot be underestimated. If only ordinary Elders are sent, even if they win, it will not show the thunderous might of my Holy Land."

"Then what does the Holy Lord mean..." an Elder asked tentatively.

Zi Daoran's gaze pierced through the hall and looked into the depths of the Holy Land, at the 'Saint Peak' that was the most spiritually gifted and gathered the Luck of the entire Sect.

"Pass my decree, summon the Saint, Zi Wuji, to see me."

...

As soon as these words came out, the hall was shocked.

Saint Zi Wuji.

That is the most outstanding Prodigy of the Ziyang Holy Land in this generation, none other.

Only thirty years old, he has already Cultivated to the Peak of the ninth level of the Marquis Realm, about to step into the Venerable Realm.

Known as the Genius most likely to impact the Saint realm in the ten thousand years of Ziyang Holy Land.

Let him deal with a newly promoted Marquis in a remote countryside?

This is tantamount to using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, making a mountain out of a molehill.

But after thinking about it, everyone understood the Holy Lord's intention.

This is to use an attitude of absolute crushing to declare to the entire East Wasteland: those who dare to provoke my Ziyang Holy Land will die.

Before long, a purple divine rainbow cut through the sky and landed outside the Ziyang Hall.

A young man in a purple-gold robe stood with his hands behind his back and walked slowly into the hall.

His black hair was like a waterfall, and as he walked, he had an arrogant demeanor.

He entered the hall, his Aura compelling.

It was the Saint, Zi Wuji.

"Disciple Zi Wuji, pays respects to the Holy Lord and all Elders."

He nodded slightly, counting as a salute, his tone flat, without much respect.

But no one dared to reprimand him for his rudeness.

Because he had the qualification.

Zi Daoran looked at his most proud successor, a touch of satisfaction appeared in his eyes, and he briefly explained the ins and outs of the matter.

After listening, Zi Wuji's brows frowned slightly, and undisguised contempt appeared on his face.

"Waking me up from closed-door Cultivation just for this little thing?"

His voice carried a hint of laziness and impatience.

"A Marquis in a Mortal mud puddle is worthy of this Saint taking action? Send an Elder to crush him to death."

"Wuji, don't be careless."

Zi Daoran said in a deep voice.

"This person can kill Liu Cang instantly, his methods must be extraordinary. More importantly, what I want is not just to kill him, but to restore the dignity of my Holy Land!"

"I order you to lead four Marquis Realm Elders and go to Great Xia in person!"

"Capture that so-called guardian alive back to the Sect, abolish his Cultivation, extract his Divine Soul, refine it into a soul lamp, and let it burn for ten thousand years in front of our Holy Land gate!"

"Let everyone in the world see the consequences of going against my Ziyang Holy Land!"

Hearing this, the impatience in Zi Wuji's eyes faded slightly, and instead, he became a bit interested.

He had no interest in killing.

But this kind of drama of turning a Marquis Realm expert into lamp oil in front of the whole world was quite interesting.

"Since the Holy Lord has said so, this Disciple will make a trip."

Zi Wuji replied lazily.

"Just in case."

Zi Daoran flicked his finger, and a black light flew towards Zi Wuji.

"This is the town-Sect treasure, the domain-breaking cone. Take it with you."

Zi Wuji reached out and took it.

It was a sharp cone only a foot long, entirely black, covered with mysterious runes.

This treasure has only one function, specifically to restrain the 'Domain' of Marquis Realm experts.

It can forcibly tear, or even collapse the opponent's Domain, leaving the Marquis with no greatest reliance.

"The Holy Lord has considered it thoroughly."

Zi Wuji put away the domain-breaking cone, and the smile on his face grew stronger.

"In this way, this cat-and-mouse game will be even more interesting."

...

Half an hour later.

Rumble—

Accompanied by a huge roaring sound, the Ziyang Holy Land guardian formation opened.

A warship, immense in size and a thousand feet long, slowly sailed out from the gate.

This warship was like an aerial fortress.

Forged entirely from Star Essence Gold, the hull was carved with dense attack and defense formations, and twelve huge energy towers spewed light, its might enough to easily flatten a giant city.

This is the war Sharp Weapon of Ziyang Holy Land, the cloud-piercing ark.

Saint Zi Wuji, wearing purple-gold battle armor, stood at the bow with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, four Marquis Realm Elders with equally thick Aura stood respectfully.

Tens of thousands of Ziyang Disciples looked up at this scene on the square below, their eyes fanatical and admiring.

"Your Highness Saint is mighty!"

"Flatten Great Xia! Spread our Divine Might!"

The shouts shook the sky.

Zi Wuji listened to the cheers below and showed an enjoyable smile on his face.

He raised his hand slightly and pressed it virtually downward.

The whole scene immediately quieted down.

"This Saint will be back soon."

He said lightly, then turned and uttered two words:

"Depart."

Hum—

The light around the cloud-piercing ark flared, and the bow violently tore the space in front, forming a huge space vortex.

The entire hull turned into a stream of light and submerged into it, disappearing.

Inside the Void Realm channel, the warship was speeding.

The scenery outside the window retreated rapidly, and it could cross a million miles in a day.

I don't know how long it passed, when the cloud-piercing ark rushed out from the space crack again, the scenery below had changed from barren Gobi to green mountains and clear waters of the Mortal territory.

Great Xia, arrived.

Zi Wuji walked slowly to the bow, lowered his head to overlook the vibrant land beneath his feet, and his Divine Thought spread out instantly.

He felt the thin Spiritual Qi in the air, and the Aura of those weak creatures on the ground, his expression becoming more and more contemptuous.

"Is this the place?"

"Such a filthy place actually hides a Marquis? Truly pathetic and ridiculous."

His gaze swept to the distance, the towering Imperial Capital symbolizing the center of Great Xia's power, in his vision, was just a more exquisite sandbox.

His voice at the Peak of the ninth level of the Marquis Realm carried pressure, resounding through heaven and earth.

"The mouse hiding in this world, this Saint... has arrived."

"Wash your neck clean and prepare to welcome your doom."