Chapter 208: Unfolding Chaos

    Soon, the overwhelming heavenly tribulation enveloped the entire void, its terrifying aura far more intense than the previous tribulation.

    The convergence of two tribulations seemed like the wrath of the heavens, with violent thunderous roars that threatened to destroy everything in their path, annihilating heaven and earth.

    It was as if the end of the world had arrived—laws trembled, and the Great Dao wept.

    “Let’s go!” Jiang Chen’s eyes flashed with determination as the All Heaven Mirror above his head radiated brilliant light.

    Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, it directly carried Dongfang Mingyue away.

    In an instant.

    The two of them completely vanished, leaving only a stunned Jin Yuan behind.

    “Where did they go? Get back here!” Jin Yuan quickly snapped back to reality, reaching out with a large hand, hoping to seize Jiang Chen and the Primordial Holy Master and drag them back.

    However, the protective shield of the Emperor Weapon was not something he could penetrate.

    With a series of clashing sounds, Jin Yuan’s attacks were unable to pierce through the void protected by the All Heaven Mirror, leaving only the sound of futile collisions.

    As the two disappeared Jin Yuan, who was still trapped within the tribulation, suddenly felt an incredibly terrifying aura.

    He turned his head abruptly, only to find that the Emperor Marks that were originally at the Great Saint Realm had now transformed into Quasi-Emperors.

    The overwhelming power emanating from them made Jin Yuan’s scalp tingle with fear. Each strand of their aura weighed heavily on his bloodline, causing his blood to almost solidify as if it had been filled with cement.

    The bones in his body creaked as if they were on the verge of shattering under the immense pressure.

    “No!”

    Jin Yuan was filled with deep sorrow. He was a Great Saint, a once-glorious supreme prodigy in the Nine Heavens Realm, revered and feared by countless people.

    Yet now, at the twilight of his life, he had fallen to such a wretched state. He could already foresee that after this, he would undoubtedly become a laughingstock, spoken of by countless people.

    He had thrown himself into the fire, sacrificing his life in a desperate attempt to trade his life for another’s.

    But instead, he had been outmaneuvered and now faced imminent death. Worse still, his entire race faced annihilation as well. In a way, he was the source of the Golden Crow Clan’s impending disaster.

    Had he not appeared, perhaps the Primordial Holy Land would not have targeted the Golden Crow Clan so viciously. Even if it wasn’t his plan, his actions would be forever etched into the annals of history.

    But not on the walls of glory—instead, on a pillar of shame!

    “Cleverness can backfire! If I were Jin Yuan, I’d want to die right now!”

    “It’s really tragic. If he hadn’t stepped forward, perhaps the Holy Son of Primordial Holy Land wouldn’t have targeted the Golden Crow Clan!”

    “Is it possible that the Holy Son was baiting them all along?”

    “I can’t help but feel that something’s off. The commotion caused by the Holy Son’s tribulation was enormous, and while it was indeed extraordinary, with the Emperor Weapons of the Primordial Holy Land, they could have easily concealed their presence.”

    “Then you’re even dumber than the Golden Crow Clan! The heavenly tribulation isn’t over yet. If you attack the Primordial Holy Land now, aren’t you just giving them an opportunity?”

    “Besides, even without those two Emperor Weapons, the Primordial Holy Land remains one of the top forces. Who, other than the forbidden zones, can possibly swallow the Primordial Holy Land whole?”

    ...

    Meanwhile.

    In the ancestral grounds of the Golden Crow Clan, within a vast world. It was less a world and more of a colossal tree—the Fusang Tree, a highly unique divine tree of heaven and earth.

    (TL: The Fusang Tree (扶桑树) is a mythical tree from Chinese mythology and ancient texts. It is often associated with the sun and is said to grow in the far east, where the sun rises. In various legends, the Fusang Tree is described as a large, divine tree with branches that reach into the heavens.)

    Its roots were anchored in the void, with branches stretching out in all directions, each branch containing a separate space.

    It was as if the entire tree was its own universe, surrounded by countless worlds. This was the dwelling place of the Golden Crow Clan.

    Suddenly the Fusang Tree emitted a blazing light, and from all directions, a powerful formation rose. Ancient Dao patterns converged into a massive formation, enveloping the tree entirely.

    Under the radiance of the divine light, the Fusang Tree grew increasingly mystical.

    “The formation has been activated. Let’s see how the Primordial Holy Land plans to break in!” Seeing the formation rise, the Golden Crow Clan’s patriarch breathed a sigh of relief.

    This was an Emperor-level formation left behind by the Golden Crow Emperor in ancient times. Although it wasn’t as powerful as the formations of the Eternal Emperors, it was still formidable enough to repel even Extreme Dao Divine Weapons.

    “Rest assured, Patriarch, the Primordial Holy Land won’t be able to get in! Those threats were just meant to intimidate us!” The Golden Crow elder spoke with confidence.

    He couldn’t believe that the Primordial Holy Land could penetrate their formation.

    But in the next moment.

    Boom!

    A powerful clap of thunder echoed, tearing through the void. Endless darkness surged forward, accompanied by countless bolts of lightning. The lightning illuminated the sky, its brilliant light casting the entire void into a dazzling silver hue, even enveloping the Fusang Tree itself.

    Amidst this brilliance, lightning surged, and a mighty tribulation descended. Under the grandeur of the heavenly court, the marks of the eight Emperors didn’t dissipate. Instead, their auras grew even stronger.

    The presence of the eight Quasi-Emperor marks was so overwhelming that it filled them with dread.

    Immediately afterward.

    Around the heavenly court, the violent lightning surged like a tidal wave, crashing down directly upon the Fusang Tree.

    Boom!

    The lightning pierced through the formation, erupting from within. With a loud bang, the Fusang Tree exploded, and many of the spaces within it were obliterated.

    “What’s happening?”

    The commotion instantly drew the attention of countless people. But as they emerged, they were met with a torrent of lightning and the rampant destruction of the Emperor marks.

    “People of the Golden Crow Clan, how do you like this gift? You sent me a Great Saint, so I’m sending you an enhanced tribulation, along with eight Emperors from the past as a trial, so you can experience the might of the ancient Emperors!”

    “How do you like my gift?” Jiang Chen said with a smile.