Chapter 284: The Jing River Incident!
The birth of the first True Immortal was like the blossoming of a new star.
Endless immortal mist swirled around, ethereal as a dream, intoxicating to behold.
A majestic aura burst forth from the depths of the sky, like stars exploding, shaking the entire Chaotian Realm.
Then, the remaining immortals rose one after another like bamboo shoots after rain.
Auspicious clouds gathered into a resplendent waterfall, gently draping down.
Immortal rain fell like silk, sprinkling upon thirty radiant figures.
They stood within the firmament, bathed in this supreme, sacred radiance.
Everything seemed like a dream, like an illusion.
This scene lasted a long time, as if time itself had frozen at this moment.
And in everyone's hearts, endless anticipation and longing had already been ignited. The great moment when the Chaotian Realm gained new immortals would also be carved into the long river of history.
"Greetings, High Immortals!"
"Greetings, High Immortals!"
"Greetings, High Immortals!"
After a brief silence.
The surrounding cultivators all recovered, bowing their heads and saluting one after another.
To this, the thirty Banished Immortals did not move in the slightest.
They merely looked toward Lu Qingyang with reverent expressions.
"Rise."
Seeing this, Lu Qingyang waved his sleeve.
"Many thanks, High Immortals!"
The crowd stood up.
At this point, the Chaotian Sect had thoroughly entered the era of immortals!
And just as Lu Qingyang was immersed in consolidating his cultivation.
Within the distant Jing River Realm.
The sounds of battle shook the heavens, deafening to the ear.
Like thunder rolling across the vast sky.
The scene of battle was like a torn painting, ripping at everyone's nerves.
Countless figures interwove in fierce combat.
Immortal Artifacts and divine abilities flickered, the collisions of immortal arts like tolling bells, resounding through the clouds.
Fresh blood poured down like rain, dyeing the firmament red, transforming this battlefield into a human purgatory.
Corpses strewn everywhere, blood flowing like rivers.
The ground had long since been soaked through with blood, becoming incomparably slick.
Countless members of the Dragon Clan were slaughtered mercilessly by the Great Immortals like ants.
Screams trembled through the heavens, like mournful elegies, sending chills to the heart.
The brutal slaughter was shocking to behold.
Together with endless resentment and despair, it transformed into a powerful shockwave, pervading the entire battlefield.
And atop a towering mountain peak, silence stood in stark contrast to the slaughter.
A man in white robes sat cross-legged.
A faint radiance emanated from his body.
His eyes were indifferent and calm, as if scrutinizing all of this.
His features were handsome, brows black as ink, nose bridge straight.
His lips were thin, revealing a peculiar charm.
Amidst this bloody storm, he was like an unmoving statue, bearing the crushing weight of this calamity alone.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, his eyes shifted slightly, revealing a chilling cold light.
Two terrifying cold gleams pierced through the firmament like blades, instantly tearing apart the void.
In that instant, he abruptly rose, his figure vanishing from the spot like lightning.
All that remained was a wisp of white robe swaying gently in the wind.
When he reappeared, he had already arrived at that bloody battlefield, ready to face the coming storm.
"Roar!"
A Dragon Roar shook the heavens and earth. A four-clawed Golden Dragon fully three hundred thousand meters long howled furiously into the sky.
It seemed to add an even more berserk aura to this battle.
"Wan Tianchou! You dare slaughter my Jing River Dragon Clan!"
"When my Dragon King learns of this, he will not let you off!"
It roared in fury, spewing dragon breath.
But facing its attack, Wan Tianchou was utterly unafraid!
"Haha! Your Dragon King?"
"Your Dragon King was taken away by the Heavenly Official Wei Sheng long ago for tampering with the Great Tang Holy Dynasty's wind and rain dispatches."
"Now in the entire Jing River Realm, which faction doesn't want to eat dragon tendons and drink dragon blood!"
"And you still dare to threaten this seat!"
Wan Tianchou sneered coldly.
"What?! The Dragon King was captured?"
Upon hearing this, the four-clawed Golden Dragon's pupils constricted.
"Die!"
Without giving the four-clawed Golden Dragon a chance to think further.
Wan Tianchou struck down with a single sword, sending the four-clawed Golden Dragon flying back, vomiting blood.
"Boom!"
"Boom!"
The next moment.
Heaven and earth fell into darkness.
The clouds were heavy as lead.
So oppressive it was hard to breathe.
The four-clawed Golden Dragon still roared upon the battlefield.
Its Dragon Roar quaked like thunder.
Yet the atmosphere of the battlefield grew increasingly heavy with Wan Tianchou's appearance.
That figure in white, white as snow, fluttering in the wind, carried an unyielding, proud aura, as if it could purify this bloody land.
"Your Dragon King was taken away by the Heavenly Official Wei Sheng long ago for tampering with the Great Tang Holy Dynasty's wind and rain dispatches."
Wan Tianchou's voice was like a cold wind passing through a forest, carrying a chill that made one's heart tighten.
The four-clawed Golden Dragon revealed a look of shock, its fury seeming to be torn apart by this news.
Its gaze wandered between rage and fear.
"Die!"
Wan Tianchou sneered coldly, sword light flickering in his hand like a meteor streaking across the night sky, swift and sudden.
His sword force was like a rainbow, driving straight at the four-clawed Golden Dragon.
The dragon shadow twisted in the air, trying to evade this strike, but the merciless sword qi sealed it in place.
"Boom!"
A tremendous crash, sword light and dragon shadow colliding.
The deafening sound was like tens of thousands of thunderbolts tearing the sky apart.
The four-clawed Golden Dragon was struck by the immense force, its massive body like a kite with a broken string.
It flew backward violently, blood spraying wildly, dyeing the originally pale clouds red.
At this moment, the entire battlefield seemed to freeze.
Blood and thunder interwove, forming a horrifying tableau.
Between heaven and earth, dark clouds roiled, lightning flashed and thunder roared, as if grieving for the coming calamity.
Endless divine thunder descended from the sky, like heaven's judgment upon this war.
It whipped up a berserk storm, wantonly lashing the four-clawed Golden Dragon's body.
The merciless divine thunder was like the wrath of the heavens, crashing down, drowning the Golden Dragon's screams within the deafening roar.
The dragon shadow tore a dazzling light through the sky, reflecting the battlefield as if under a blazing sun.
Yet this radiance was extinguished in an instant.
What followed was the gruesome sight of the four-clawed Golden Dragon's massive body being completely torn apart.
Wan Tianchou stood quietly atop the mountain peak, watching all of this.
There was no pity in his eyes, only a lofty indifference.
As the Golden Dragon fell, a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
As if the end of all this was precisely the beginning he had anticipated.
"Hmph, this Jing River Realm has been dominated by your Jing River Dragon Clan for so many years. It's time for a change in the heavens."
His voice rose in the wind, like an invisible declaration, resounding across the entire battlefield.
The renown of the Myriad Spirit Sect was at this moment, on this bloody battlefield, heavily forged.
"From today onward, the greater thousand, middle thousand, and Small Thousand Worlds beneath the Jing River Realm all belong to my Myriad Spirit Sect!"
His voice quaked like thunder, loud and resolute.
As if declaring a new rule over the entire Jing River Realm.
"My Myriad Spirit Sect shall rule the Jing River!"
Wan Tianchou proclaimed loudly, his spirit soaring, his pride piercing the heavens.
He was eager to announce it to all worlds beneath the Jing River Realm right now!