253: Chapter 253 The Emperor's Blood Appears

The little girl was crouching not far behind Shen Qingyuan, reaching out to touch the edge of the hanging reddish-gold wings of the Golden-Winged Peng Puppet. As soon as her fingertips touched them, she recoiled, shaken by the residual quasi-emperor pressure, yet she still circled around it with a face full of curiosity, as if examining some fresh and interesting toy.

"If Venerable does not mind, you are welcome to visit my Chiyan Divine Palace." Jiang Yan withdrew his gaze, his tone filled with gratitude and apology. "My daughter has caused you much trouble, Venerable. Since I have come, I shall take her back personally, so as to save you some trouble."

Hearing this, Jiang Li immediately jumped up from beside the Puppet, ran to Jiang Yan's side, tugged on his sleeve, and looked up, saying: "Dad! I'm not going back! I still want to play with Brother Qingyuan!"

Jiang Yan looked down at her, his brows slightly furrowed: "You little girl, you only know how to play!"

Jiang Li pouted: "Aren't I perfectly fine!"

Jiang Yan was choked by her words, sighed, and turned back to Shen Qingyuan, cupping his hands: "Please forgive her, Venerable. My daughter has been spoiled since she was young."

Shen Qingyuan smiled and looked down at the pouting little girl: "Since this little girl wants to see the emperors blood, let her follow."

Seeing that Shen Qingyuan did not chase her away, Jiang Li immediately turned from anger to joy, put her hands on her hips, looked at Jiang Yan, and said coquettishly: "Did you hear that? Brother Qingyuan is taking me with him!"

Watching his daughter's expression change faster than flipping a book, Jiang Yan's mouth twitched slightly, but he did not insist further.

He could see that this little girl had an inexplicable sense of closeness to Shen Qingyuan, and this Venerable Qingyuan was also quite indulgent toward her.

Since there was no harm, he did not need to be the bad guy.

"Then I shall impose on you." Jiang Yan cupped his hands again, "If there is anything you need from me, Venerable, just say the word. The muddy waters of the Northern Plains are being stirred by far more than just the Cangming Clan."

Shen Qingyuan nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the grey-white sky outside the courtyard.

Just at this moment, a violent fluctuation suddenly erupted from deep within the Cangming Clan.

A golden light shot straight into the sky, and a massive imperial pressure dispersed, shaking the heavens and the earth.

Even the foundations of the entire Beiming City trembled violently along with it.

The guards of the Cangming Clan who were kneeling on the ground in the courtyard hadn't even had time to stand up before they were knocked off balance by this sudden shock, some even rolling directly into the cracked gullies, looking extremely disheveled.

"What's going on?!" Jiang Li staggered from the shock, grabbed Shen Qingyuan's arm beside her to barely steady herself, her almond eyes wide as she stared straight at the golden pillar of light on the horizon.

Cangming Chiguang's withered body shuddered violently. He jerked his head up, a flash of shock appearing in his silvery-white pupils, which he quickly suppressed, but the withered hand clenched inside his sleeve could not stop trembling slightly.

This aura was emanating from their Cangming Clan's Secret Realm; it was undoubtedly the emperors blood.

They had originally arranged for experts to guard the Secret Realm, but now it seemed that someone had broken in.

Jiang Yan's brows also furrowed deeply. He gazed at the distant pillar of light with his crimson-red eyes, a trace of gravity passing through his eyes: "This aura... is the emperors blood."

There are very few things in this world that can contain imperial pressure, and only supreme treasures like the emperors blood can possess such pure imperial pressure.

"Let's go." Shen Qingyuan withdrew his gaze, folded his hands into his sleeves, and walked toward the depths of the Cangming Clan, "Since the emperors blood has appeared, let's go take a look."

...

In the Cangming Clan's Secret Realm.

The sky shattered, the Spiritual Veins collapsed, and the ground cracked into countless bottomless gullies. Reddish-gold light, like magma, surged up from the fissures, illuminating the entire space like purgatory.

In the center of this shattered space, a dark cyan altar was floating in mid-air.

The surface of the altar was covered with deep grooves, in which flowed dark golden liquid, spreading in all directions like Bloodlines, merging with the cracked ground.

At the top of the altar, a fist-sized drop of golden blood was quietly floating in mid-air, emitting a dazzling light.

The drop of blood was pure reddish-gold throughout, with countless fine runes flowing across its surface, each rune containing heart-palpitating imperial Dao Laws.

The space around the blood was slightly distorted, as if even the Great Dao of heaven and earth retreated before it.

The emperors blood.

Authentic essence blood of the Heavenly Phoenix Great Emperor.

But at this moment, below the altar.

Three figures were fighting until the heavens collapsed and the earth split.

Standing directly below the altar was a dark red figure. His dark red robe fluttered violently in the raging spiritual power storm, and the golden runes embroidered on the hem of his robe shone blindingly bright at this moment, the aura it emitted like a tide surging from the abyss, crushing in layers toward all directions.

The Master of Tiansha Abyss, Ye Chen.

Opposite him, two figures were fighting him in a disheveled state.

One was tall with an aged face, wearing a tattered silver-white battle armor covered in spiderweb-like cracks, clearly having sustained significant damage.

The other was as thin as bamboo, with disheveled white hair and a face covered in bloodstains. His left arm was twisted at a strange angle, clearly indicating that the bone had broken.

Both of these individuals also exuded the aura of the Peak Saint King Realm, but at this moment their auras were floating and unstable, clearly having consumed a great deal of energy, and even joining forces, they were still being pressed back repeatedly by Ye Chen.

"Master of Tiansha Abyss! Do you truly intend to make an enemy of our Northern Plains?!" The silver-armored old man roared hoarsely, his voice raspy but filled with fury, as he struck out with a palm, sending a massive silver-white ice palm blasting toward Ye Chen's face.

Ye Chen did not even dodge; he merely flicked his sleeve.

That massive ice palm, capable of freezing a hundred zhang of space, shattered instantly under his sleeve wind, turning into ice shards that exploded to the sides, not even dampening a corner of his clothes.

"Northern Plains?" Ye Chen's mouth curled into a chilling arc, his narrow dark red eyes filled with disdain. "What qualifications do you have to represent the Northern Plains?"

The silver-armored old man's face flushed red, choked by his words, his fury almost bursting from his eye sockets, yet he could not utter a single word of rebuttal.

He truly did not have the qualifications to represent the Northern Plains.

The Northern Plains are vast, with experts as numerous as clouds and many major powers standing tall; there are more than three or five existences at the Venerable level alone.

The "Mysterious Ice Valley" to which he belonged could certainly be considered a top-tier power in the Northern Plains, but it was still a far cry from the four words "represent the Northern Plains."

"Ye Chen! Although you are the Master of Tiansha Abyss, the Northern Plains is not a place for you to run wild!" The silver-armored old man gritted his teeth and roared, the cracks on his silver-white battle armor appearing particularly glaring under the reflection of the spiritual light. "If you take another step forward, you will be making an enemy of all the powers in the Northern Plains!"

Ye Chen finally looked at him squarely.

Then, his mouth curled into a deeper arc.

"Make an enemy of all the powers in the Northern Plains?" Ye Chen sneered, his narrow dark red eyes filled with disdain. "The Northern Plains are nothing but people living in a corner; my Tiansha Abyss is not afraid!"

Before his words had even faded, his figure moved.

As fast as a ghost.

The silver-armored old man hadn't even had time to react before Ye Chen had already appeared in front of him, his five fingers forming a claw, striking directly at his throat.

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