Calamity Befalls the Golden Crow Clan

Just as hearts began to waver, the true storm had only just drawn back its curtain.

The place where the great sun rose, Fusang Immortal Island.

This was the Daoist temple of the Golden Crow Clan, and even more so a forbidden land acknowledged by all under heaven. Ordinary people could not approach it, could not peer at it, could not speak of it.

From afar, the entire immortal island was like a blazing sun fallen into the mortal world, brilliant and dazzling, impossible to look directly at.

The Great Sun Golden Crow Formation shrouded the four wilds, every formation line forged from True Sun Fire. Let alone ordinary cultivators, even a Tribulation Crossing expert who strayed into it would be reduced to flying ash in an instant.

The island was layered with mechanisms as well. Countless spirit puppets patrolled back and forth, divine flame surging all over their bodies, letting no intruder slip past.

Yet today, this sacred land of the Demon Race, which had stood for ten thousand ages, was covered beneath layer upon layer of gloom.

"Alert!"

A shrill horn tore through the sky. It was the highest-level battle-preparation signal of the Golden Crow Clan, and no one knew how many years had passed since it last sounded.

Amid dazzling golden light, several hundred Dao Integration great yao solemnly formed ranks, and even more hidden, terrifying auras woke one after another from deep within the island.

They were old fossils who had been in seclusion for countless years, all peak existences of the Tribulation Crossing Realm. Among them, two were especially mighty, almost able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the Qiongqi Patriarch.

With defenses this strict, even a flying insect would find it hard to slip inside. It could be called bronze walls and