He Isn't Dead?

His most beloved eldest grandson was dead?

How could that be?

Just an hour ago, he had clearly been perfectly fine!

Entering the Dao Heaven Sacred Pool should have brought immense improvement. How had he died instead?

Tai Xu Sect had killed his eldest grandson?

Wen Haishan's eyes instantly turned crimson like a demon's. Vast golden divine light burst from within him, and his entire body resembled a blazing golden sun, his killing intent boundless.

Incomparably sharp Metal-Element Power swept through the surroundings like a storm, ringing with metallic clamor and unleashing towering malice.

The void was sliced apart, while the surrounding mountains and ancient forests continuously exploded!

Had Wen Haishan not retained a shred of reason and restrained the Metal-Element Power, every living thing within a thousand miles would have been ground to pieces.

"Zhao Changhe, get the hell out here!" Wen Haishan roared at the sky with disheveled hair, and the clouds filling the heavens exploded with a thunderous crash.

"Brother Dao, quell your anger!" Blue radiance surged, space twisted, and Zhao Changhe appeared to explain the situation to Wen Haishan.

Meanwhile, Qiongqi continued walking forward, not even sparing Wen Haishan a glance.

After learning the whole story, Wen Haishan suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His aura vanished, and he nearly fainted.

The Dao Heaven Holy Elixir had been stolen.

The Ten Thousand Calamities Curse had backlashed!

Why was his grandson's fate so bitter?

"Where is the one who stole the Holy Elixir? I will grind him to pieces!"

"He has already turned into a mist of blood. We cleaned house ourselves!" Zhao Changhe said.

"How could this happen? I had only just acknowledged Chen'er! We hadn't even sat down to share a family meal! I still had so much to say to him! Why did