Chapter 867: The Azure Heaven Has Fallen, the Yellow Heaven Shall Rise!

Having cleared out the Zhen family of Jinling, what other remnants of the great clans like the Eight Great Families remain in Great Qian?

The furnace symbolizing death flew all the way to the Great Qian Imperial City.

The heavenly thunder continued, but at least the bird droppings were gone; occasionally a bit remained hidden within the thunder, unnoticed by people.

The thunder instead cleansed the filth on the surface of the Eight Trigrams Furnace, reducing Yang Jian's muttering considerably.

Before this, Tang Luo felt that this guy was starting to show a tendency to become like an old lady.

Thus he took out his little notebook and wrote: Yang Jian, age unknown, elderly man, with a certain level of cleanliness obsession; when dissatisfied with the cleanliness of his surroundings, he would constantly mutter, turning into Yang Dame.

This was something Tang Luo had not known before; now he recorded it for future use.

In the future, writing a book titled *I, Yang Jian, Am Not Inferior to Anyone* would likely be a bestseller—well, I hope the fans of Yang Jian in the Mountain Sea Realm aren't too many dead.

Moreover, once Yang Jian's injuries heal and he emerges fresh from the furnace, he could likely gain another large batch of fans.

People, it's still about looks.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace flew into the imperial city, not heading straight for the palace but instead descending upon the Jia family.

It directly struck and killed Jia Baoyu.

This guy is quite influenced by the will of the Qi Luck Harvester, often taking on its form; Tang Luo certainly won't show mercy.

After killing Jia Baoyu, Tang Luo and his companions ignored the incapacitated Jia mother and others, heading for the palace.

Inside the Golden Throne Hall, Emperor Kaiyuan wore the splendid solemn robes reserved for grand ceremonies, with Supreme Grand Master Mei Qingsheng standing beside him; among the civil and military officials, about half stood, willing to share life and death with the imperial family.

In this regard, it far surpasses Great Ding and Great Yin.

The scene was so solemn it resembled a farewell ceremony—no, it was more like conducting his own funeral.

Not long after, a thunderclap sounded, and the furnace symbolizing death descended, its surface still crackling with lightning before gradually dissipating.

It had clearly just been struck by a bolt of heavenly thunder.

Unfortunately, the present thunder had no effect whatsoever on Jia Rong inside the furnace.

It was practically the heavens' last symbolic act of defiance.

Instead, it appeared rather desolate, like some declining aristocratic families struggling, even selling off their property, striving to keep their gate from falling.

Well, the Jia family actually had a hint of that already; after Jia Rong's birth, everything entered a completely unpredictable course.

The current situation was something Emperor Kaiyuan had not anticipated.

"Everyone's here, well, a few are missing and a few have been added, but it's fine."

The Eight Trigrams Furnace landed at the center of the Golden Throne Hall, and Tang Luo's voice echoed through the furnace, overlapping.

The voice of the heavenly demon—this is how it should be.

"I have reigned for twenty years..." Emperor Kaiyuan slowly rose and spoke aloud.

At the same time, Mei Qingsheng approached the Eight Trigrams Furnace and said, "Mysterious Venerable, dare you fight?"

"Heh." Tang Luo merely chuckled; Liuli Flame rose from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, spreading out and igniting everyone in the Golden Throne Hall, including Mei Qingsheng and Emperor Kaiyuan.

Since they've come, Tang Luo won't deliberately let them off.

Without the court's instigation, how could the powerful clans of Great Qian so easily muster armies to attack the Number One City under Heaven?

The silence of the Great Qian court is merely a fig leaf.

If the two sides were evenly matched, they could naturally exert influence, exchange smiles, conduct some deals, and then pretend nothing happened.

But now, with unequal strength, that fig leaf is meant to be torn away.

The Golden Throne Hall was also set ablaze; moments later, the inextinguishable raging fire began to sweep through the imperial palace.

Mei Qingsheng clenched his fist, then released it with a sigh.

Just who spread the news that Jia Rong was injured, only able to linger in the furnace, clinging to life while plotting his final revenge?

Are other people's methods still as unfathomable as a bottomless well!

Mei Qingsheng could feel that, as his life ebbed, he grew tremendously strong—even stronger than when he had advanced beyond the Grand Master stage.

In that instant, Mei Qingsheng felt himself invincible.

But he quickly came to his senses—"Invincible my ass!" This delusion was entirely given to him by Jia Rong.

Although likely wounded while staying in the furnace, the opponent is certainly not merely clinging to life!

The heavenly demon defies heaven; no mortal force can stop it.

Could the heaven capable of restraining him descend again? Even if it did, would it not be the same as before—scattered by a joint effort of a few people?

Lost in thought, Mei Qingsheng closed his eyes; in the instant before they shut, he saw a figure appear, charging into the blazing Golden Throne Hall and actively attacking the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"Clang!"

With a tremendous bang, the violent energy from the collision of the Eight Trigrams Furnace and the palm surged in all directions, not extinguishing the flames but utterly collapsing the already tottering Golden Throne Hall.

It saw Mei Qingsheng and the others off on their final journey.

"Damn it, it's that calamity Xian Yun!" Before dying, Mei Qingsheng mentally cursed the newcomer.

Great Qian would send troops to the Number One City under Heaven; Daoist Xian Yun did the most lobbying and effort.

This person, originally a Grand Master, saw his strength greatly increase under Heaven's favor, while also becoming something special.

Anyway, Mei Qingsheng, having met him once, dares not guarantee he could defeat this person.

After hundreds of thousands of troops destroyed the Number One City under Heaven, Daoist Xian Yun, as the sole survivor, relayed various messages.

Right! The one who said Jia Rong was seriously wounded and hiding in the furnace, clinging to life, is this bastard!

If Mei Qingsheng weren't dead, he would surely rise up and spit at Daoist Xian Yun.

Daoist Xian Yun appeared out of nowhere, his Liu Yun Palm slamming into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The Eight Trigrams Furnace remained unmoved; the recoil sent him flying backward, yet he suffered no injury.

Moreover, the eye injury he sustained during the assault on the Number One City under Heaven has healed, and his strength has increased further.

This was enough to beat Mei Qingsheng, shattering his dying wish.

No need to say more, Xianyun Dao Ren still appears as Xianyun Dao Ren on the surface, but inside he is completely the form of a Qi fortune harvester.

He suddenly appeared here, even Xianyun Dao Ren himself was unaware, driven by another will within his body.

One strike failed, Xianyun Dao Ren instantly fled a thousand li.

Speed extremely fast, as if an arrow shot by a Huang Zhong-level divine archer.

Where is this taking us?

Shall we lure you into the urn? The Qi fortune harvester is indeed not merely hiding; there's some hidden move—let us see.

Eight Trigrams Furnace slowly flew out of the imperial palace, landing on Ao Yu Lie.

With Ao Yu Lie's speed, letting Xianyun Dao Ren fly ahead for three hundred years, he could easily catch up.

Soon, Tang Luo and the others chased Xianyun Dao Ren to the vicinity of a high mountain.

This mountain is actually not particularly high; within the Great Qian Realm there are many mountains higher than it, but in this region it is the highest, and also the closest to the imperial capital.

Therefore this mountain is the site of the Feng and Shan sacrifices; it is not called Mount Tai, but Heavenly King Mountain.

Who knows who came up with the name.

At this time, atop Heavenly King Mountain, amidst the bitter cold wind, an old man stood on the summit, his wide apricot-yellow robe fluttering in the wind.

He held aloft a banner with both hands, which snapped in the wind, bearing the character 'Yellow'.

The blue heavens are dead, the yellow heavens shall be established; the year is jiazi, all under heaven is great auspiciousness!

Yellow Turban remnants, General of the Earth Duke Zhang Bao!