Extermination of a Clan

Under the imperial might, all the experts of the Ancient Dao Sect perished, body and soul, with none able to withstand it.

At this moment, the Liu Family was facing annihilation.

"No! I was blind and foolish, please, Imperial Son, spare me!"

Liu Hongyun was terrified beyond measure, his hair standing on end, his heart filled with chilling dread, his expression frozen as he knelt before Ye Ming, utterly devoid of backbone.

"I am willing to offer my daughter Mingyu to you, Imperial Son, only beg you to forgive my past transgressions!"

Liu Hongyun understood well that this Imperial Son before him, though noble in status, was inexperienced in the ways of the world.

According to his guess, as long as Mingyu was there, he and the entire Liu Family might still have a chance.

But at this moment, all he saw were Ye Ming's icy-cold eyes.

"Sixth Elder, slaughter the entire Liu Family, leave not a single one alive!"

The voice was calm, the gaze unruffled, as Ye Ming gave the order.

"As you command!"

Bang!

Sixth Elder, Blood Soul, pointed a finger, and Liu Hongyun, the head of the Liu Family, fell dead with a thud.

"A mere crawling insect, and yet you dared show disrespect to the Imperial Son of my Primordial Forbidden Zone!"

The voice was frigid; to the Primordial Forbidden Zone, Ye Ming was that very taboo.

What followed was the massacre of the entire Liu Family. Towers and pavilions collapsed, and screams rang out—all of them the cries of Liu clansmen.

They had reaped no small benefits from the items Ye Ming had brought out of the Forbidden Zone before, yet their earlier attitude toward him had been one of wishing this forbidden-zone dweller dead as soon as possible. After all, the entire Liu clan had always styled themselves as righteous cultivators—how could they be associated with the Forbidden Zone?

"No!..."

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Figures fell one after another.

Boom!

In the sky above, a blurry figure materialized in the void, radiating an overwhelming, boundless aura.

It was Sixth Elder, Blood Soul. His hand blotted out the sky, endless runes surging forth, transforming into a sea of blood that pressed down upon the Liu clan. The blood sea boiled, covering the heavens and the sun, cascading down like a waterfall ten thousand zhang high, each strand capable of crushing the void.

Heaven and earth quaked, dust rose ten thousand zhang. With a single strike, the entire Liu Family was leveled to the ground, every clansman dead.

"Bring the girl here!"

A voice rang out—it was Sixth Elder, Blood Soul.

Now, only Liu Mingyu remained alive, brought before Ye Ming.

After learning the full chain of events, Sixth Elder decided to leave Liu Mingyu to Ye Ming's judgment, for everything had started because of her.

Clad in white robes, with a flower-like face and moon-like brows, her red lips vivid, her curves rising and falling in perfect measure.

At this moment, Liu Mingyu's stunning eyes were filled with terror. Everything had changed too suddenly, leaving no time to react.

"Brother Ye Ming, do you still remember the first time we met?"

"You said before that you would love me forever!"

"It's all that Lin Tian's fault. I didn't mean to betray you. Please forgive me, okay? I was wrong!"

Her voice was soft, tearful, pitiable—a picture of delicate charm.

Seeing this, the elders nearby feared that Ye Ming might be fooled by this wretch again and were about to speak.

"Imperial Son—"

Sixth Elder had just begun when Ye Ming cut him off.

"It was my fault before, Ye Ming, for not heeding the words of you elders!"

Ye Ming walked before the elders.

"Please accept my bow, elders!"

He bent at the waist and bowed.

"Imperial Son!"

"This is not proper!"

"We old fellows cannot accept this!"

The elders repeatedly stepped back, unwilling to receive it, dodging to the side.

After that.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Ye Ming walked step by step to Liu Mingyu's side.

Seeing Ye Ming approach, Liu Mingyu's face lit up with surprise, a smile blooming on her delicate features.

"Brother Ye Ming... you forgive Mingyu—"

Just then.

Pfft!

A flash of cold light streaked past, and a head thudded to the ground. So swift was the strike that a trace of joy still lingered on the fallen, delicate face...

Long hair drifted in the wind. The youth was still that same youth, yet he gave off a sense of unfamiliarity, as if he had matured in an instant. He was growing cold. Even as the woman he once loved most lay dead, his gaze remained utterly calm, undisturbed by even a ripple.

"It's time for us to return."

Ye Ming turned, never once lowering his head for a backward glance.

"The Imperial Son has changed."

"Yes, this is the true young master of our Primordial Forbidden Zone."

"I don't know why, but in that moment just now, I seemed to see the shadow of our former master on the Imperial Son."

At this, several elders spoke among themselves, their eyes filled with relief. They had followed the Primordial Demonic Emperor since before he attained the Dao and became an Emperor.

In that moment, they saw the shadow of the Primordial Demonic Emperor in Ye Ming—a supreme being who, before attaining the Dao, had suppressed an entire era, shattered the Emperor's Path, and ultimately attained the Dao and became an Emperor with unparalleled grace, casting all the prodigies and monsters of that generation into the shadows.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Bronze warships clustered like clouds, countless immortal boats densely packed, radiating endless Demonic Mist that blotted out the sky, their momentum vast and mighty.

"Roar..."

The horn, forged from true Dragon Horns, sounded, shattering the endless firmament. Space itself crumbled inch by inch, shaking heaven and earth, stirring up boundless storms between the sky and the ground.

Unlike their arrival, they were preparing to return.

The entire Mystic Heaven Immortal Domain was shaken once more.

"The Primordial Forbidden Zone's deployment this time, with that Demonic Emperor personally appearing, has let the world witness the terror of its foundations once again!"

"Hmph, this time, the Ancient Dao Sect is probably the one feeling the most pain. Ten Saint Realm elders and one Great Saint died in an instant, and even their own Supreme Emperor Weapon was damaged under the Demonic Emperor's single strike!"

"The key point is that they can only swallow this bitter loss in silence. The majesty of an Emperor brooks no challenge!"

Voices rose from various Dao provinces, some in awe of the Primordial Forbidden Zone's power, others mocking the Ancient Dao Sect.

"Now that the Golden Age is about to dawn, I wonder which family's prodigy will stand out this generation."

"Heh, it certainly won't be that Imperial Son of the Primordial Forbidden Zone."

"If that's the case, no matter how powerful the forbidden zone, it will eventually become a thing of the past."

"This generation has produced no shortage of Peerless Prodigies. Take Cang Jundao of the Ancient Dao Sect, for instance—he possesses the Star Physique, one of the Three Thousand Supreme Physiques."

"The Flying Immortal Sacred Land has produced a Saintess. Her physique is the Cold Spirit Physique. Though it can't compare to the Ten Supreme Physiques like the Yin Spirit Physique or the Heavenly Demon Physique, it still ranks among the top!"

"My son, Wang Teng, bears the bearing of an Emperor!"

Voices rang out one after another.

This was an Age of Great Strife, also known as the Golden Age. Prodigies from the world's major powers were emerging one by one, destined to gather and contend, shattering the heavens, treading the Emperor's Path, and displaying their respective brilliance.

But in the eyes of many older cultivators, the Primordial Forbidden Zone of this generation was truly unimpressive. They recalled how the Primordial Demonic Emperor of old had been so supremely talented that he suppressed an entire era's prodigies. On the Emperor's Path of that generation, only the word "Primordial" existed.

But his only son, Ye Ming, in this Golden Age, was destined to fade into obscurity...

Meanwhile.

This was the Flying Immortal Sacred Land.

Clouds and mist swirled, Immortal Mountains stood in rows. The spiritual energy within the entire sect was extremely abundant. At this moment, atop a certain Immortal Mountain.

"Primordial Forbidden Zone!"

"Ye Ming!"

"You slaughtered my entire Liu Family clan. If I don't avenge this blood debt, I, Liu Mingyue, swear I am no longer human!"

The voice carried boundless killing intent.

This was a woman, standing atop the mountain peak.

Her raven-black hair cascaded naturally. Her features were clear and beautiful, with phoenix eyes. Clad in a green dress, her figure was flawless, with curves that rose and fell in perfect proportion. Her skin was fairer than snow, her bones like ice, her flesh like jade.

Her delicate body shimmered with a lustrous glow, bright enough to reflect one's image. She was like a green lotus in a pond, transcendent and standing alone.

She was none other than the Saintess of the Flying Immortal Sacred Land, Liu Mingyue, and also the eldest daughter of the Liu Family.

Boundless cold light surged around Liu Mingyue. She possessed the Cold Spirit Physique, which ranked highly even among the world's three thousand physiques. This physique also had one greatest use: to serve as a Cauldron, bringing immense benefits to the other party...