The Calamity Descends

Too many rumors in the Immortal Dao had been aimed at the Jiang Clan. After hearing them for so long, the Jiang Clan gradually began to harbor resentment as well.

Several hundred figures from the Jiang Clan Imperial Lineage gathered within the main hall, while Xuan Dao Heavenly Emperor sat in the seat of honor, expressionless.

"They keep dredging up those rotten old accounts every day. Damn it, did no members of other sects, Noble Clans, or races ever commit wrongdoing?"

"What heinous crime did our Jiang Clan actually commit? Weren't they all personal grudges? Besides, what about our contributions? Why does no one remember those? The Dark Great Emperor ended the calamity and incurred the hatred of all living beings, but if one counted carefully, how many living beings had actually died because of him during that calamity?"

"Isn't it because we are descendants of the Dao Ancestor? We were born with everything, yet we were also held to the highest standards. Since the day we began cultivating, aside from within the clan, we never dared contend with others outside, fearing we might tarnish our ancestors' reputation."

"This matter has gone on for too long. There must be forces secretly pushing it along, but there are too many Immortal Dao sects and Noble Clans to tell who it is."

The hall was abuzz as all the descendants of the Imperial Lineage vented their grievances.

Although Xuan Dao Heavenly Emperor knew that the Jiang Clan was about to enter the calamity, he had not expected it to happen in such a manner. He felt stifled as well.

The Jiang Clan's rules were already strict enough, but how could they completely prevent worms from breeding within the wood? As long as there were many people, evil men would always emerge. Once