Chapter 1518: Once Killed the Immortal Clan

What kind of creature did this? It actually punched through the great world barrier of the Yang Realm, a terrifying sight that sends shivers down one's spine.

This creature must possess unimaginable power. If it intentionally targeted some ancient orthodoxies in the Yang Realm for precise extermination, the consequences would be dreadful.

The entire Zhou clan was horrified; even some old monsters couldn't sit still.

On a floating island, an ancient mirror hung within a golden palace. It glowed faintly, monitoring the Yang Realm and transmitting a blurred image that was reflected in the void.

A colossal black hand swung down, shattering chaos, piercing the world barrier, and appearing directly in the Yang Realm!

There, dense order runes were visible, and the patterns on the colossal black hand depicted mountains, rivers, suns, and moons. It was incredibly vast and boundless; this could truly annihilate worlds.

*Crack!* The Zhou clan's treasured mirror shattered into pieces, no longer able to reflect the scene at the Yang Realm's barrier.

"A world war is upon us," Zhou Bo said with a trembling voice. "All order in this world will be overthrown. The most dangerous and terrifying era has suddenly arrived; even our clan might be annihilated!" A great catastrophe had arrived. This was an incredibly terrifying chaotic era; a blood-soaked age had thus begun.

At this moment, Chu Feng understood what the decree the Zhou clan had received earlier was. It was just a simple line: "Great Unification, A Ray of Hope!" Was this a revelation from a supreme being?

Therefore, not long ago, chaos erupted across the Yang Realm, with discussions underway on how to unify it. But now it seems, the so-called Great Unification involves all heavens and myriad worlds, not just one region. This is terrifying; even ultimate beings might be annihilated, with only a few remaining. If the heavens truly bleed and worlds clash, the so-called immortal inheritances and ultimate orthodoxies in this world will mean nothing. They will all be crippled, with ninety percent flattened.

"This isn't a natural disaster," an aged Grand Lord spoke, his voice trembling, his body exuding an aura of decay. He didn't have many years left to live. He wasn't thinking of himself, but worried for the Zhou clan and its descendants. "Why are we being told to unify? Isn't the current situation good enough?"

"Silence!" Zhou Bo whispered, reprimanding them. He couldn't help but glance up at the sky. The large hole was still there, and the three Emperor artifacts along with the phantom of the sacrificial ground were still present, locked in a standoff.

"Let's see what the new decree that descended into the ancestral hall says!" Zhou Yunxian said. Just now, another decree flew from the large hole in the sky, landing in the Zhou clan's ancestral hall. In fact, not only the Zhou clan, but all top-ranked ancient orthodoxies had received the latest decree.

In the distance, that ancient hall floated in the void, with several even more ancient powerhouses presiding within. They were all ancestral figures in the Zhou clan's history, decayed and withered, almost formless. However, they were all struggling to live, solely to increase the Zhou clan's foundation and protect the family. These individuals had been patriarchs throughout history. While not at the peak combat strength of the clan's pyramid and not Grand Universe level beings, they were still astonishing. Even the weakest among them was slightly stronger than Zhou Bo.

At this moment, someone sighed: "Chaos is upon us. Is this the last ray of hope, or the ultimate madness, meant to harvest all worlds?"

"Is there still a choice?" another responded. "At least for now, we can delay destruction, allowing our clans to live for a few more years."

"There's no choice. Otherwise, once the sacrificial ground descends and we don't pledge allegiance, our entire clan will be annihilated."

"However, I'm still uneasy," another ventured. "Are the beings behind the three Emperor artifacts, who want the Yang Realm to unify and all heavens to unify, truly protecting us?"

These old monsters held the Zhou clan's most core secrets, knowing even more than the reclusive, decaying Grand Universe beings. After all, they had been patriarchs of the Zhou clan throughout history, personally overseeing matters for many years!

"It's not certain that it will truly escalate into a bloody war across all heavens," one suggested. "Isn't there a premonition? All clans can negotiate prudently. If we take a step back, perhaps the conflict can be stopped."

"But among truly powerful clans, those with ancient and complete great world inheritances, who would bow their heads?" another retorted. "Having lived to this point, who doesn't know that the more chaotic the era, the stronger the strong become? Those who bow first are destined to turn to ash. The so-called 'ray of hope' is only prepared for the strongest world!" An old man with half his body decayed sighed. He had been at the Great Primal Chaos level for many eras, nearly becoming a Primal Chaos powerhouse with a 'Constant' title, immensely powerful.

"Let's talk first," one suggested. "If we can stop the conflict, it's better than having all heavens bleed."

"Although our Zhou clan ranks among the top few in the Yang Realm," another admitted, "looking at all worlds, we have too many rivals, which is deeply unsettling."

At the same time, these few were also staring at an ancient mirror, even more ancient than the one that had shattered in the golden palace. The few saw a blurred image, all staring at the damaged section of the world barrier, and guessing which world had made the move.

"The Fallen Immortal King race is truly powerful," one exclaimed. "They were the first to make a move. Do they intend to rule all worlds?"

"Although it's their method," another interjected, "the breach there doesn't seem to connect to the Fallen Immortal Realm!"

"It's the world they supported," came the explanation. "The Fallen Immortal King race was responsible for piercing the world barrier, allowing the beings from that world to cross over."

Finally, after a secret discussion, they projected what they saw and the runes on the decree, displaying them before all the Zhou clan's elders. The general meaning of the decree was: "Great Unification of all heavens, seeking survival amidst death, with a ray of hope attainable."

After Zhou Bo, Zhou Yunxian, and others saw this, their expressions changed dramatically. Seeking survival amidst death? How serious must this be? To what extent has it deteriorated?!

Chu Feng and Old Gu's expressions also changed. At this moment, both sensed the arrival of an age of blood and gore. A world-shaking upheaval had truly begun.

"The Fallen Immortal King race is very strong, very terrifying; they've appeared again!" Zhou Yunling's expression also turned grim. "The great world they supported was the first to launch an attack, and it's directly targeting the Yang Realm." Clearly, such an immortal orthodoxy, the top-ranked family in the Yang Realm, understood many astonishing ancient secrets, far beyond what ordinary people could imagine.

"If there's a bloody war," a Grand Lord said with deep worry, "the first battle is destined to be against the Fallen Immortal King race. To start with such an incredibly terrifying group is too dreadful." At this moment, a Grand Lord was filled with worry. Even the Zhou clan was concerned, which showed how serious the problem was.

Old Gu remained silent; the atmosphere was heavy. Chu Feng also felt uneasy. The Yang Realm was about to face a great war, and that so-called Fallen Immortal King race was definitely the Great Evil Spirit clan.

"Heh, there's nothing to be afraid of," an elder spoke. "Although they're called the Fallen Immortal King race, do you really think they are all Immortals? Wouldn't that be too absurd?"

Now, they were discussing in the hall, not hiding anything from Chu Feng and Old Gu, because these matters would soon spread throughout the Yang Realm. The Fallen Immortal King race would become a common enemy of all.

Zhou Bo spoke, saying: "What's there to be nervous about, what's there to be afraid of? What Immortal King race? It's not like we haven't killed them before back then, and those we killed were true Immortals, not just beings with empty titles!" He actually revealed such a secret, astonishing everyone, and even greatly shocking Old Gu.

Chu Feng was even more surprised. The Zhou clan's foundation was too terrifying. Had they really killed true Immortals?

"Don't think the Fallen Immortal King race is that formidable; they are not invincible," Zhou Bo said, boosting morale. "During the Immortal Conquest back then, our Zhou family was also a powerful main force."

At this moment, Chu Feng suddenly recalled some old matters: the ancestors of the Yang Realm had once fought against the Immortal race, and then severed that battlefield. Now it seemed, it was a bloody fight against the Fallen Immortal King race. This was a clash between different systems and different evolutionary paths, but there must be other secrets involved. How did the Immortal race become the Fallen Immortal King race?

Chu Feng thought of some words from the Dog King, Nine-Paths-One, the Corpse, and others, and gained some enlightenment. The path was broken, and past glory had fallen into darkness. Are there still true Immortal races? Almost all have become the Fallen Immortal King race! Is this part of the truth, stained with blood?

"Once our Zhou clan's ancient ancestors achieved Grand Universe bodies and reached the ultimate realm, they would proactively kill Immortals," Zhou Bo continued. "I ask you, among the glorious, who hasn't killed a fallen True Immortal? That was the trend back then!" Zhou Bo tried to speak lightly, otherwise, before the war even began, their own morale would plummet, which would surely be terrible. Some of what he said was true, but some naturally contained a good deal of exaggeration.

It was true that Zhou clan ancestors had killed True Immortals, but it was definitely not something achievable by simply entering the Grand Universe level. It was only possible in the mid to late stages of that realm. Decayed Grand Universe beings could not contend against True Immortal-level beings. Of course, the Zhou family's old ultimate experts and Grand Universe beings who had survived long ages were indeed ridiculously powerful; they had indeed killed True Immortals in the past. But how many clans could compare to the Zhou family? After all, they ranked among the strongest orthodoxies, possessing one of the most powerful breathing techniques of this evolutionary civilization. How could they not be brilliant?

"Killed True Immortals? Our clan is that powerful?" the crowd murmured with excitement. "What about our living ancient ancestors, can they also achieve this?!" Everyone present was incredibly excited; their blood was stirred.

"Of course, our clan's ultimate powerhouses can kill True Immortals without any problem," Zhou Bo said proudly, full of confidence in his clan's ancient ancestors. Then, he added: "It's fine to tell you, our clan even has an old ancestor who killed True Immortals back then and has lived until this very age."

This shocked a group of people, then excited them. Morale surged. What if the end of the world arrived? Some of the Zhou clan's prehistoric ancestors were still alive! Such individuals were absolutely supreme powerhouses who had endured trials of blood and fire. The Zhou clan's confidence instantly soared.

"Not bad, Old Zhou," Old Gu said, "you ignited the clan's glorious conviction with just a few words." Zhou Bo glanced at him and said: "You, a negative example, a living case of failure, don't speak anymore. I'm afraid you'll corrupt our clan's elite youngsters."

Then he added, earnestly: "Learn more from your elder brother. Although he's ruthless and not a good person, he is indeed very strong. He was also one who killed True Immortals back then." Li's battle achievements, some of which even Old Gu didn't know, left him somewhat stunned. However, he quickly recovered, realizing that Zhou Bo was insulting him, once again calling him a negative example. Old Gu's nose almost twisted in anger. He said: "How am I a failure? Look at you, after living so long, you're only a Great Primal Chaos expert? I'm also a powerhouse at this level now!"

At this moment, a bronze tower not far away suddenly lit up. Zhou Bo's expression changed. He knew it was the communication tower for the strongest clans in the Yang Realm. Clearly, the Buddhist clan, Heng clan, Ji clan, and others wanted to have a secret discussion with the Zhou clan. Zhou Bo quickly entered the bronze tower. Inside, old monsters from the strongest clans appeared. They all knew each other, and all were very serious as they quickly began their secret discussion.

"The Fallen Immortal King race, borrowing a path and supporting another great world, their primary goal is to breach our Yang Realm," one of them declared. "Their malice is profound. This will be a world-ending war; there can be no peaceful resolution, it's a fight to the death!"

"Let's fight!"

"We must fight," another insisted, "and we must kill until True Immortals' blood stains the sky red and Immortal corpses pile up in heaps. Otherwise, the conflict will never end!"

The few clans in the Yang Realm were unexpectedly strong. The old fellows seemed exceptionally fiery; as soon as they began to talk, they almost declared full-scale war, clamoring to slaughter Immortals! Because they knew that the Fallen Immortal King race was too terrifying; this evolutionary civilization had once been astonishingly brilliant, illuminating all heavens and myriad worlds.

Against this race, which had clearly fallen and was no longer truly Immortal, they had to fight to the death. According to records, if the Yang Realm retreated even slightly, they would become even more ferocious and invade fully.

"We absolutely cannot be weak against this race, otherwise, the consequences will be severe," one asserted. "Only by using slaughter to stop conflict, by fighting until they are pained and afraid, can the bloodshed and chaos be quelled. Ideally, we should kill a true Fallen Immortal King!"

Even some of the old monsters in discussion gasped. They all felt that the old fellow from the Li clan was unreliable. He was already clamoring to kill a Fallen Immortal King; this warmonger was excessively aggressive.

"We should pray that no Immortal Kings from back then have survived, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

"What's there to be afraid of?" came a fierce retort. "Our ancestors once killed True Immortals, and even used means to make Fallen Immortal Kings perish. As descendants, how can we tarnish our ancestors' prestige? Just fight and kill!"

*Damn it,* it's good not to be weak, but being this agitated is also a big problem! Several old monsters muttered inwardly.

However, while the strongest clans were negotiating, a change occurred in the Yang Realm. *Boom!* The large hole in the world barrier violently expanded, as if an invincible being was breaking through, intending to completely penetrate both worlds and merge them into one.

At this moment, a terrifying voice came, reaching all corners of the Yang Realm.

"Hmm," the voice boomed, "we are originally from the same source, so why the need for blood and chaos? Although we are insulted as the Fallen Immortal King race, we have never forgotten who we are. This time, we open the world not to break through, not to wage war, not for bloodshed and tears, but merely to sit down and discuss with all clans."