My child is dead?

Below a colossal waterfall that seemed to hang upside down from the heavens and earth, a sturdy and fierce figure sat cross-legged at the bottom of the water flow. Every drop, as weighty as ten thousand catties of profound elemental heavy water, smashed onto this person, yet it seemed no different from ordinary water. This person had a muscular face in his thirties, chiseled and rugged. A long, dark red scar adorned his temple, and his extremely wide back faintly displayed patterns like feathers.

"Reporting to the Great Saint, Young Master Thirteen's life lamp has been extinguished, and there are no ripples in the Soul Return Pool. It seems someone knew of Young Master Thirteen's whereabouts in advance and ambushed him, not even sparing his soul."

In front of the Milky Way-like cascading waterfall, a short figure in lantern pants and a red vest, his face an ashen cyan, loudly reported to the man beneath the waterfall.

"Interesting. Someone was able to nullify the life-saving measures I left for my child. It seems this was no ordinary character."

The man's piercing eyes, sharp as a hawk's scrutinizing the world, opened as he slowly stood up. Behind him, the phantom of a colossal, Golden-Winged Roc exuding an imperial aura swept past abruptly. For a moment, an aura that seemed capable of consuming the essence of heaven and earth threatened to burst forth, radiating a terrifying, abyssal pressure. This man was the patriarch of the Great Roc Clan from the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, a member of the Hundred Strong Great Clans: Fuyao Great Saint!

With every step forward, the Primordial Spirit Realm Great Demon seemed to make heaven and earth tremble. Arriving before the Little Demon, Fuyao Great Saint touched his forehead. Instantly, countless scenes of light and shadow appeared before Fuyao Great Saint's eyes. However, when these images pertained to his youngest son's death, they suddenly became dark, muddled, and utterly indecipherable. Clearly, someone with great Divine Skills had erased this part.

"Heh. The things I want to see, no one can erase."

With a light chuckle, Fuyao Great Saint's eyes suddenly gleamed with golden light. The gigantic phantom of the Golden-Winged Roc behind him, seemingly ready to devour heaven and earth, reappeared.

「The next moment.」

This Great Saint of the Demon Clan took a step, directly shattering the void and entering a turbulent tributary filled with myriad colors, where light and shadow constantly shifted—a tributary of the great river of all changes between heaven and earth.

Within this tributary, which seemed to carry everything in the world, Fuyao Great Saint held a ball of murky light and moved upstream, each step firm and resolute. The surrounding turbulent, colorful currents sensed the intruder's presence. Vigorous and substantial manifestations of the Power of Chrono Light slowly arose—globes of clear, lustrous, colored mist. They appeared exquisite and beautiful, yet they carried the world's most terrifying killing intent.

Time!

Nothing could preserve itself from the erosion of time. The power of time gradually wore away everything!

Feeling the power of time converging on him, Fuyao Great Saint's expression barely flickered; he showed no panic. Behind him, the Golden-Winged Roc slowly flapped its wings, and a powerful halo, filled with an immense force of Divine Marvel, descended. This Divine Marvel radiated an incomparable aura of transcendence. Enveloped by this Divine Marvel, no force could bind Fuyao Great Saint. Indeed, the Great Roc rides the wind, soaring ninety thousand miles in a single day.

Using his mighty Divine Skills to shield himself from the eroding power of time in the river's tributary, Fuyao Great Saint continued upstream. Finally, in a turbulent section of the current, the ball of murky light in his hand began to glow. Within it, the faint image of a young Golden-Winged Roc emerged.

Here...?

Gazing down at the young Golden-Winged Roc in the orb of light, Fuyao Great Saint slowly raised his hand.

Not far away in the tributary of time, a tall figure in a vermillion robe embroidered with mystical bird patterns stood with hands clasped behind his back. He resembled the towering Buzhou Mountain, standing firm amidst the surging waters of Chrono Light. Sensing Fuyao Great Saint's arrival, the figure slowly turned sideways. His face, hidden beneath an obsidian crown, was indistinct. Only two piercing, almost tangible gazes shot forth, incredibly heavy, carrying the immense pressure of celestial authority.

"You have indeed come. The last pure-blooded Golden-Winged Roc in this world."

A soft laugh emanated from the face hidden in the crown's shadow. The vermillion-robed figure slowly turned, treading upon a struggling shadow beneath his feet. Upon closer inspection, it seemed to share the same origin as the murky orb of light in Fuyao Great Saint's hand.

Scanning the mystical bird vermillion robe on the person opposite him, Fuyao Great Saint sneered softly, "Great Xuan Crown Prince? Was it you who schemed to ambush and kill my son?"

"No, no, no. Such trivial matters aren't worth my personal attention. A mere half-blood Roc can be easily dealt with by my subordinates if they put a little effort into it.

"However, Fuyao Great Saint, you truly dote on this young son of yours. Triple life-saving talismans he had.

"You even defied the River of Time, intending to dredge his True Spirit Mark from its waters to resurrect him.

"A pity. Since the order to kill this child came from me, how could I possibly allow him to live again?"

The Great Xuan Crown Prince spoke calmly from the upper reaches of the River of Time, looking down on Fuyao Great Saint from his elevated position as he blandly pronounced the death sentence of Fuyao's youngest son. The implication was clear: I decreed your son's death. Even if you are a Primordial Spirit Boss, don't even think about resurrecting him.

"Heh heh heh... Very well. It truly is the era of the young now. It's been many years since anyone dared speak to me like that."

Not enraged by the Great Xuan Crown Prince's tone, Fuyao Great Saint crossed his arms and tilted his head up slightly to look at him. "You've said quite a bit. May I ask you a question?"

"Please, Great Saint."

Swallowing the murky orb of light, Fuyao Great Saint's eyes gradually filled with an intense golden light. Simultaneously, the enormous phantom of the Golden-Winged Roc behind him—an image that seemed to engulf heaven and earth—became incredibly solid. A domineering aura, commanding all creation to submit, swept out!

"I have just one question for you: can you take a beating?"

Before his words faded, Fuyao Great Saint's figure blurred into a streaking afterimage, thundering towards the Great Xuan Crown Prince.

Witnessing Fuyao Great Saint move at such ferocious speed within this tributary of time, the Great Xuan Crown Prince exclaimed in amazement, "Truly worthy of the Golden-Winged Roc, master of the world's ultimate speed! Even this tributary of time, suffused with the power of ages, cannot bind their transcendent Divine Marvel."

In barely an instant, Fuyao Great Saint was mere yards from the Great Xuan Crown Prince. He slowly drew back his arm, and as he gathered his strength, every muscle tensing, the very air around his fist seemed to ripple from an unseen force. Then, he punched.

In that timeless, silent moment, his strike unleashed astonishing power!

The instant his fist shot out, color and sound seemed to drain from the surroundings. It was more than mere movement; it was as if an invisible rift had torn through the fabric of existence. On the iron-hard surface of his fist, a pitch-black, bottomless void appeared, like a black hole radiating an endless devouring intent. Light and air twisted, drawn towards this nothingness, warped and consumed. Wherever the fist passed, even the tributary of time itself seemed on the verge of being sucked away.

The Crown Prince continued, "Legend says that from the moment a Golden-Winged Roc is born, it soars above the Nine Heavens, possessing the ambition to swallow heaven and earth, the will to encompass the universe. They are also the only race audacious enough to include True Dragons in their diet.

"Unfortunately, while this act made the Great Roc Clan world-famous and etched their name in history, it also incurred the True Dragon Clan's frenzied vengeance.

"Cursed by the allied Four Seas' Dragon Kings, the Great Roc Clan declined with each generation, their offspring dying young.

"The once-mighty Golden-Winged Rocs, who feasted on True Dragons, have dwindled until now... only you remain as a pureblood. The rest are mongrels, born from mixing their blood with that of other Demons.

"It's only these mixed-blood mongrels that can lessen the curse of premature death. Am I right?"

BOOM—

The intensely ferocious punch, as if to reset the universe to its origin, a display of simple, pure, terrifying violence, halted on the very brink of striking the Great Xuan Crown Prince.

The Great Xuan Crown Prince's eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at the fist suspended before him. A soft chuckle reached his ears.

Fuyao Great Saint slowly retracted his fist, his golden eyes, calm and seemingly seeing through everything, fixed on the Great Xuan Crown Prince. "I understand now. All your previous actions were to enrage me, correct?"

Fuyao Great Saint continued, "I've heard the Great Xuan Dynasty is in decline. The Military Governors of its Twelve Great Provinces wield their own armies and act autonomously, claiming lordship.

"The Great Profound Royal Family seemingly possesses a vast territory, but in reality, they control only the capital and its directly administered prefecture.

"Gao Tianxiong is dead, and Dianchuan has lost its leader. Your Great Profound Royal Family wants to seize this chance to reclaim control over Dianchuan.

"But before that, you first needed to shatter the existing order and establish a new system of governance under your control. This invasion from the mountains became the blade in your hand.

"You deliberately provoked me because you felt that blade wasn't sharp enough. Perhaps the other great provinces have caught on to your plans. To avoid further complications and delays, you want to complete your arrangements as quickly as possible. Am I right?"

Looking at Fuyao Great Saint, the Great Xuan Crown Prince couldn't help but applaud. "I hadn't expected the Great Saint to possess such a thorough understanding of Great Xuan. I am truly impressed.

"Since the Great Saint has already discerned my intentions, does this mean I am to return empty-handed this time?"

As he spoke, the Great Xuan Crown Prince slowly ground his foot, utterly dispersing the grey Great Roc phantom he had been treading upon.

"No. If you meant to enrage this Saint, then you have indeed succeeded."

Fuyao Great Saint watched calmly, his expression unchanging, as the Crown Prince crushed the last spark of his youngest son's life.

"After today, this Saint will immediately dispatch troops to Dianchuan!"

Getting the answer he desired, the Great Xuan Crown Prince chuckled softly. But Fuyao Great Saint's next words struck him with an unprecedented wave of killing intent.

"However, this Saint will not be your blade.

"Since you enjoy killing by borrowing a sword, then this Saint, as your 'sword,' will first slaughter you!

"I now officially inform you, on behalf of the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains and the Hundred Strong Great Clans:

"Dianchuan—we are taking it!"

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