The Emperor Son emerged, a sect destroyed and saints slaughtered, the world shaken (two-in-one)

At the Ji Family in the Eastern Wasteland, the situation was far from optimistic, nowhere near as easy as Qin Tian had made it sound. His surprise attack had done far more than collect a little interest.

The Ji River Bank had been vaporized and razed flat. The Ji River, with its hundred-thousand-year legacy, had been struck until its flow broke. Layer after layer of earth had collapsed, and the entire Ji Family had sunk from its lofty heights deep underground. Even the surrounding terrain had changed.

Groundwater was now pouring into the enormous pit, clashing with the lingering immortal dao power. Sprays of water burst up, steam rose, and mist wreathed the scene like an immortal paradise.

Divine rainbows rose and fell as people salvaged treasures underground. Many of the Ji Family's small worlds had also shattered in that clash, scattering their stockpiles of rare treasures everywhere. Some had even been reduced directly to chaos.

Although the clash had been extremely brief, and those wielding the Emperor Weapon and Immortal Artifact could hardly unleash their true power,

the energy produced by their collision belonged to a level far too lofty. Mere wisps leaking out were enough to destroy stars. For the Ji Family to suffer only this much damage could be called extraordinarily fortunate.

After all, at the true level of these two artifacts, a simple collision after full activation would pulverize a starfield or two.

Only a few small worlds had been destroyed this time. They ought to count their blessings in private.

The old Great Saint stood in the void, gazing toward the Central Province.

The Ji Family's current patriarch stood behind the Old Great Saint, like a junior.

In truth, he really was a junior, more junior than a grandson. Setting cultivation aside, by seniority alone,