Chapter 173

After being rescued by the beings of Qingtian Divine Mountain, Lin Feng soon awoke.

Peng Fei, Peng Ling, and others also questioned him about many matters.

Afterwards, Lin Feng learned of the news that the Lin Clan had been annihilated.

Not a single member of the entire family survived; his father, Lin Zhentian, died brutally on the spot.

This shattered Lin Feng's eyes with rage, filled his heart with grief and fury, and ignited a fire so intense he longed to tear Jun Xiaoyao into a thousand pieces.

He indeed became even more driven to grow stronger.

Jun Xiaoyao knew nothing of Lin Feng's fate.

Even if he had known, his heart would not have stirred.

Jun Xiaoyao is iron; the world's protagonists are flowing water.

Xiao Chen was like this, Yang Pan was like this, and so too was Lin Feng.

Jun Xiaoyao had many things to do; he could not devote all his energy to a minor figure like Lin Feng.

And around the same time,

on another continent of the Ten Realms, called Starfall Continent.

Starfall Continent was highly unusual among the Ten Realms of the Mortal World.

Because legends spoke of an ancient, heaven-defying figure who once appeared on Starfall Continent: Wuji Star Lord.

The Wuji Star Palace he founded once ruled the entire Starfall Continent.

Moreover, that Wuji Star Lord ascended to the Immortal Realm and stirred boundless storms.

The number of Supreme Sovereigns he defeated exceeded the fingers of both hands.

In the end, due to his excessive brilliance, he offended too many powers and great figures, and was ambushed and killed.

The Wuji Star Palace in the Mortal World suffered devastating blows and never recovered.

With the death of Wuji Star Lord, the entire Starfall Continent declined.

It felt as if Wuji Star Lord had absorbed the entire continent's destiny into himself.

His death severed the destiny of the entire Starfall Continent.

And now, on Starfall Continent, a rare and massive battle was erupting.

One side of the battle was the Profound Heaven Sect.

It was one of the follower factions dispatched by the Jun Clan to suppress the Ten Ancient Clans.

The other side consisted of more than just one faction.

There were terrifying beings with golden horns.

There were powerful entities with silver horns.

And a few mysterious experts clad in black cloaks hunted down Profound Heaven Sect disciples across the land.

"Kill! Defend the Profound Heaven Sect, crush the Sin Clan!"

"You sinners, your blood flows with sin—how dare you seek to rise again!"

Many Profound Heaven Sect elders roared as they fought fiercely.

"Heh, our Golden Horn Clan has been suppressed for ten thousand ages, and now we finally rise—today, we begin by slaughtering the Profound Heaven Sect!" A golden-horned elder grinned, revealing sharp teeth, cruel and bloodthirsty.

Their lineage was called the Golden Horn Clan.

Once, in the Wild Heaven Immortal Realm, they were a famed and mighty race.

But because they incited chaos, they were crushed by the Jun Clan; their strongest members were slaughtered, and the survivors were banished to the Mortal World, becoming mortal beings.

Worse still, the Jun Clan sent the Profound Heaven Sect to suppress and monitor them.

This caused their hatred to keep building.

This shame and fury had not faded with time; instead, it had sunk deeper into their bones.

Finally, they had the chance to be freed.

All their hatred and rage poured onto the Profound Heaven Sect.

On the other side, a silver-horned elder coldly spoke: "Our Silver Horn Clan has also been suppressed for ten thousand ages—whether it's you, Profound Heaven Sect, or the Jun Clan in the Immortal Realm, we will repay you!"

The Silver Horn Clan, like the Golden Horn Clan, had once been a supreme race of the Immortal Realm, sharing the same fate.

"Hmph, our Lord, the Jun Clan, is not something you pitiful sinners can shake."

Suddenly, a cold snort echoed as two old men appeared out of thin air.

"Master, Deputy Master!"

Seeing these two elders, every Profound Heaven Sect member's spirit surged.

They were the very pillars of the Profound Heaven Sect.

The one who spoke was the Sect Master, a true Saint.

The Deputy Master beside him possessed the cultivation of a Pre-Saint.

Yet the Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan showed no panic.

Among them, powerful beings radiating Saint-level energy also emerged.

Though they had been suppressed in the Mortal World for ages, they were once supreme races—how could they truly have no masters left?

They had merely been sealed within forbidden zones until now.

"How did the Golden Horn Clan and Silver Horn Clan break free?" The Deputy Master frowned, his wrinkled face grim.

"Those black-robed figures… could they be…" The Sect Master suspected something, his expression turning colder.

Then, the battle erupted again.

The Profound Heaven Sect, led by their Master and Deputy Master, fought desperately.

On the side of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clans, powerful figures also appeared, unleashing bloody slaughter.

The entire situation was utterly chaotic.

Fire raged throughout the Profound Heaven Sect.

Soldiers clashed with soldiers, generals fought generals.

In the sky, experts battled.

Below, Profound Heaven Sect disciples fought the beings of the Golden Horn and Silver Horn Clans.

But what terrified them was another group—black-robed figures clad in dark cloaks—standing with the Sin Clan, mercilessly hunting down Profound Heaven Sect disciples.

On a plaza within the Profound Heaven Sect, corpses lay everywhere.

Some were Sin Clan beings, but most were Profound Heaven Sect disciples.

At this moment, a beautiful woman was surrounded by a group of black-robed figures.

At her feet lay a mangled corpse—her senior brother of the Profound Heaven Sect.

"You… who are you? Why do you relentlessly target us?!"

The woman was Liu Qianqian; her face was as white as paper, her heart chilled with terror.

She did not understand why, among so many Profound Heaven Sect disciples, these black-robed figures singled them out.

Even her senior brother had died protecting her.

Then, the black-robed figure at the center let out a cold laugh: "Heh, Liu Qianqian, don't you know what you did wrong?"

Hearing that vaguely familiar tone, Liu Qianqian's eyes froze; she extended a trembling hand, pointing at the black-robed figure, stammering.

"That voice… you… you're…"

Under Liu Qianqian's stunned and bewildered gaze,

the black-robed figure slowly removed his cloak.

Revealing the face she had nearly forgotten.

"Mo Fan!"

Liu Qianqian screamed in disbelief, her body turning to stone.

Mo Fan—the young man who, over a year ago, had been betrayed by her and her senior brother, then struck by lightning until he lay near death.

Now, he stood alive before her.

"You… you weren't dead?" Liu Qianqian's face turned ashen, like lacquered white.

She had seen him charred black by lightning, with barely any life left—she had simply tossed him away.

Yet now, Mo Fan not only lived—he had undergone a complete transformation.

"I owe you both, you dog-couple, a great debt. Without you, where would Mo Fan be today?"

"In that case, I should thank you," Mo Fan smiled—but his smile was icy, cruel.