Chapter 312

(This chapter is important, feel free to check it out!) The Golden Crow clan, whether in their ancestral land or in Beidou, relied on their extremely formidable strength; their status was pivotal, and few dared to provoke them.

Now, however, a big black dog jumps out to block the road, showing a greedy and contemptuous expression, completely disregarding these few people.

"Where did this black dog come from? Get out of our way—don't you know who we are?"

Several young Golden Crows stood with arms crossed, chins slightly raised, like proud phoenixes, their arrogance extreme.

"It's just skewered meat, right?"

The Black Emperor grinned, not waiting for a reaction, he lifted his huge, mountain‑sized paw and slammed it down, demonic aura surging like a falling star—"Saint King!"

The few people were startled; the golden‑red feathers exploded, fear rose, and they transformed into their true Golden Crow forms, about to flee.

But before the Saint King, those few saints were as different as clouds and mud; the gap was like a heavenly chasm impossible to cross—just as they tried to move, the Black Emperor's paw swept them away.

"Pfft!"

Golden blood sprayed everywhere; the few Golden Crows, unable to fight back, were blasted away like chicks, their bodies tearing apart, nearly shattering to death.

The Black Emperor deliberately held back, not smashing them into pulp on the spot but preserving their bodies, then with one hand he grabbed them and pulled them over.

"Start the feast!"

He shouted excitedly, summoning the dragon horse; the two, well‑practiced at building a fire and plucking feathers, quickly skewered the Golden Crows over the flames.

Soon, a tempting aroma wafted out.

Little Nannan widened her eyes, staring unblinkingly at the roasting meat from the side—golden‑yellow in color, fragrant, its scent drifting for dozens of miles.

"Big… big dog, really good."

As soon as the meat was done, the Black Emperor gave a large thigh piece to the little one; Little Nannan immediately devoured it with gusto, not forgetting to thank the Black Emperor.

Donghuang, Zhongyu.

"Ah, we're finally back—I wonder if those guys have forgotten this emperor? How are the fat daoist, the Twelve Sages, and Heaven's Village doing these days?"

Yang Chu and his companions descended here; upon setting foot on this land again, they couldn't help but feel a surge of emotion, deeply moved.

The ancient starry road is fraught with danger everywhere; after over a decade of warfare, they have become accustomed to life and death, and while cultivating their strength, they have also tempered their minds.

On the ancient road, many heaven‑chosen prodigies rose, while countless talents fell, turning into piles of dry bones that served as others' backdrop—a tragic end.

Now, returning to Beidou, that familiar feeling is like a veteran soldier who, after years of battle, comes home and feels that same sentiment.

Feelings of sorrow, regret, sighs… but even more are excitement and joy!

"Beidou is no longer peaceful; many extraterrestrial beings have appeared."

Yang Chu overlooked the vast land, sensing many powerful auras, many of which were extraterrestrial beings of unparalleled strength.

Over these years, extraterrestrial powers and forces have successively arrived at Beidou, most staying here, waiting for the Immortal Ascension Road to open.

It might be ten years, or a hundred, or even longer—they don't care; for beings of their level, it's nothing.

Know that the Immortal Ascension Road may take hundreds of thousands of years to open once; each opening is unprecedented, stirring the universe and bringing bloody storms.

Even the ancient emperors would go mad for it, so what's a few hundred years of waiting? Among them, those with timely information and foresight arrived early, either settling down or lying in wait to act.

Others choose to explore everywhere, because Beidou is exceedingly ancient, containing various immortal legacies and sacred sites that hold many little‑known secrets and legends.

"Donghuang has so many divine traces; those guys will probably fight until their heads bleed, hahaha—meaning the survivors among the strong are all rolling in wealth!"

The Black Emperor bared his teeth, having just returned to Beidou, this guy already started plotting to loot the extraterrestrial powers.

Beidou is filled with relics and dragon veins, its treasures and immortal gems countless; thus many powerful forces seek to claim them for themselves.

They would love to incorporate a whole realm of heaven and earth into their own domain.

Yet when they first arrived here, they thought they could look down on this ancient star, their arrogance soaring to the heavens.

But after only a short while, they could only hide meekly, daring not to utter words like 'Our clan is strong enough to be honored.'

What is Beidou? It is the imperial burial star that has produced many ancient emperors, housing several colossal beings who wield extreme Dao imperial weapons! "Immortal sacred bodies, ancient noble clans, and primordial royal families must not be provoked!"

This is the consensus of many; over a decade ago a powerful race arrived, seeking to seize the Fire Qilin Cave, speaking with provocation and contempt.

"Even ants dare to shout at the ancient imperial forces?!"

As the birthplace of an ancient emperor, could the Fire Qilin Cave tolerate such insolence? At that moment a supreme expert struck, annihilating that entire race.

Thereafter, wielding the ancient emperor's weapon, they descended upon that race's ancestral star, the extreme Dao imperial might sweeping across, nearly shattering the whole star.

As for that arrogant race, only a few survivors remained, exiled into the endless cosmos.

Since that battle, all extraterrestrial visitors have felt their hearts tremble; only those who have witnessed the immortal legacy can truly grasp how terrifying it is.

"A powerful race is nothing; I can trample them into mud and make them kneel before me!"

Just thinking that Beidou is even more exciting than the ancient starry road makes the dragon horse's hooves tremble, terrifying holy flames flare, erasing even the traces of the Dao.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a violent disturbance came from ahead, divine light filling the sky, the earth shaking, the holy might immense.

"There's movement ahead… Brother Jiang?"

Yang Chu opened his divine eye, looking through the void and chaos, and saw a familiar figure—Jiang Yi Fei of the Jiang family!

……

Jiang Yi Fei rode a golden lion's roar, clad in divine armor, radiant and colorful; though he ought to be gentle and refined, he now exudes an aura of dominance and martial might.

"Are you coming one by one or all at once? Up to you."

He smiled at the opposing few, utterly calm, his face showing hardly any ripple.

At this moment, four men stood before him, each extraordinary, worthy of being called heroes of the generation, possessing great and profound strength, all renowned figures.

Three of them are human; the last is an ancient being, a member of the Feathered Transformation clan of the primordial royal family.

Because their clan is at odds with the Jiang family, they deliberately incited the youthful supremes to assassinate the Jiang lineage; even Jiang Yi Fei, the direct heir, shows no fear.

"I've heard you're a notable figure in Beidou; seeing you today confirms it!"

One of them holds a coiling dragon staff, tall and slender, handsome in appearance, now looking admiringly at Jiang Yi Fei.

"No need to waste words with him; we'll join forces and slay him!"

That primordial creature named Nahong didn't want to waste words; it wished to join forces with a few people to slay the Jiang family descendant before them.

However, Jiang Yi Fei remained silent, even when facing the Saint King who had thrown his hand, he stayed calm and composed, as if victory was already in his grasp.

"Brother Jiang."

Just as the two sides were about to launch a heaven-shaking battle, Yang Zhu and his group appeared not far from Jiang Yi Fei.

Everyone glanced over, just a quick look, and Nahong was like seeing a ghost, terrified out of its wits, trembling all over.

"It's over!" he said without any hesitation, turned and fled at full speed, running desperately, not daring to hesitate even a step.

"Traitor, can you escape?"

The dragon horse, having reached extreme speed, charged out; in just a few blinks of an eye, it caught up to that person, lifted its hoof and kicked, shattering the person's chest.

"Boom!"

His motion did not cease; like a person, he shifted his body to launch an attack, instantly delivering thirty-six strikes, shaking the heavens until they cracked, utterly terrifying.

Nahong on the spot turned into a pool of blood and mud, collapsing there.

"What kind of divine beast is this, so miraculous and powerful!"

The remaining three felt somewhat dizzy; everything happened too fast, so they hadn't even reacted before a Saint King was slain.

Their eyes flashed with strange colors, all shaken by the dragon horse, clicking their tongues in amazement.

"Hiss! Although I don't know why you want to kill me, seeing the Imperial Son and fleeing means there's definitely something fishy."

After the dragon horse dealt with the person, it proudly lifted its head, bearing an unrivaled and untamed demeanor, then looked at those few people with its nostrils.

"Imperial Son..."

Upon hearing that title, several people stared blankly, their hearts violently trembling, incredulously gazing at Yang Zhu.

In just an instant, they were stunned by Yang Zhu's unparalleled, heaven-defying aura, even their breath caught.

"Brother Yang... have you returned from the Ancient Road?"

Jiang Yi Fei also stared for a moment before snapping back, immediately dismounting his mount and joyfully going to meet him.

The name of the Chaos Sacred Fetus had long shaken the Starry Sky Ancient Continent for many years, naturally it had also been transmitted back to the Northern Dipper.

Having slain all who dared claim supremacy, in just over ten years he became invincible on the Ancient Road; to say he astonishes the heavens is no exaggeration, deserving the title "Imperial Son." "Yes, just returned, after not seeing each other for many years, Brother Jiang has become even more steady; inheriting the Jiang family is merely a matter of time."

Yang Zhu nodded; although he knew many people in the Northern Dipper, most were merely nodding acquaintances with no real friendship, whereas Jiang Yi Fei was not among those.

They had known each other for decades; although their interactions were few, various mutual appreciations made their relationship naturally out of the ordinary.

"Brother Yang is teasing me again; you have no equal on the Ancient Road, the number one person under the starry sky, compared to you, this Chaos Sacred Fetus of mine is truly ashamed."

Like seeing an old friend long unseen, Jiang Yi Fei smiled calmly, his bearing graceful, naturally possessing his own demeanor.

"Chaos Sacred Fetus... Starry Sky Ancient Road... I now know who he is!"

That person's three bodies trembled violently, wearing an incredulous expression, gazing at Yang Zhu with fearful awe, as if paying homage to a deity; the reverence and shock in his eyes could not be contained!

How could they not have heard of Yang Zhu's name; they simply never imagined they would be fortunate enough to meet him.

"You want to move against him? How about this: each of you leave behind ten fine treasures, and this emperor will let you depart safely."

The Black Emperor spoke.

"Are you that black dog following the Imperial Son?"

Those three immediately guessed the Black Emperor's identity, frightened into a shudder, not daring to defy, and hastily handed over their treasures obediently.

What stood before them was indeed a "not to be provoked" master; even heavenly talents who had ascended the Starry Sky Ancient Road were made to suffer chaos like chickens flying and dogs jumping by him.

"How is your situation?"

"Since you left, the Northern Dipper has discovered many things..."

Jiang Yi Fei merely pondered a moment, then clearly and orderly recounted what had happened over these years.

After Yang Zhu left, many more heavenly talents stepped onto the Ancient Road, attempting to forge their own paths.

Besides that, there were also many events that occurred in the Northern Dipper after Yang Zhu's departure, including matters concerning Duan De and Tong Tong.

"You say that dead fatty has been missing for some years?"

Upon hearing that the scoundrel Daoist had vanished like human evaporation, disappearing without trace for over a decade, the Black Emperor first froze, then understood.

"Indeed, that fatty must have buried himself."

The two of them had previously stayed together; Duan De naturally had mentioned this many times, so the Black Emperor was already prepared and not overly surprised.

"Priest Duan is extraordinary; the people around him are simply unimaginably strong, to the point of being able to look down upon an entire star field without exaggeration."

Speaking of the twelve great demon lords, Jiang Yi Fei couldn't help but sigh; they were absolutely a formidable force, and when they first appeared, the Northern Dipper trembled violently.

More than ten peerlessly powerful demon sovereigns; whoever sees them would be moved, and even those holy lands and ancient holy lands might not possess such depth.

And after Duan De disappeared, the twelve sages each went their separate ways, leaving only the phrase "awaiting the return of the Dog Emperor," after which their whereabouts became unknown.

"They mostly returned to their former places."

To this, Yang Zhu felt no surprise; those twelve sages were all quasi-emperor-level peerless great demons, naturally they could not remain indefinitely in the Northern Dipper.

Temporarily returning to their native lands or venturing to foreign realms for training is not a bad thing.

"Brother Yang, the Tong Tong you brought back initially is now being hunted by the Golden Crow."

After the Golden Crow clan arrived here, somehow Tong Tong, who had already created a realm of his own among his peers, became possessed, madly slaughtering Golden Crows.

I don't know how many powerful Golden Crows have fallen at his hands, causing him to be targeted for all-out killing by the Golden Crow clan's forefather; his current situation is not good.

"He is avenging his clan; let him be."

Yang Zhu, however, didn't mind; now that he has returned, he himself will protect Tong Tong completely.

If the Golden Crow clan truly lacks discernment and the senior powerhouses act against him, he wouldn't mind wiping out the Golden Crow once here.

Those mixed-feathered birds deserve to die; back when they tried to exterminate the Human Emperor, they ended up losing their own bloodline—utterly disgraceful!

Speaking of this, the Black Emperor felt indignant; back when they were at the North Sea of Zi Wei, Tong Tong was brought back by him and Yang Zhu together, and to this day he cannot forget what the Golden Crow clan did then.

"Moreover, the Yaochi Holy Maiden... she has been waiting for your return."

After saying that, Jiang Yi Fei brought up the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool, smiling as he looked at Yang Zhu.

Everyone knows that Yang Zhu and the Holy Maiden of the Jade Pool share a deep bond, a talented man and beautiful woman, like a divine couple, making countless people envious.

"I know."

Hearing this, Yang Zhu's feelings were tugged at by something, very subtle yet extraordinarily clear, lingering and hard to put into words.

"What will you do next?" Jiang Yi Fei asked.

"Go to the Jade Pool and propose marriage."

Yang Zhu blurted out subconsciously, having said before when leaving that upon his return he would go to the Jade Pool to propose.

Even now, he still vividly remembers her smile at their parting and that drop of crystal-clear tear that fell.

As the words fell, the void trembled like ripples, and Yang Zhu immediately crossed the void to the Jade Pool to fulfill his promise.

(End of chapter)