Chapter 6: Descent

Each Purple Clan Elder looked like a maddened demon, fighting with a life‑for‑life tactic!

They tightly entangled the Jun family Elders, refusing to let them come within a single step of the Altar!

Fresh blood began to splash in the divine light, staining purple robes and shattering gray armor!

Roars, cries, and the explosions of Divine Power mingled together, forming a tragic and bloody battle hymn!

At the top of the Altar, the life‑light aura enveloping Ziyang Shen quivered violently under the impact of external Destruction energy, its condensation speed clearly disrupted!

Ziyouming caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye amid the fierce battle, his heart bleeding!

Yet, disaster did not come alone!

Just as the Elder‑level battlefield fell into brutal stalemate, another heart‑pounding edge quietly rose from behind the Jun family army!

It was a group of young figures.

There were only a dozen or so, but each shone like a drawn divine sword, fully exposed!

They wore matching silver‑white battle robes of the Jun family core disciples, exuding overwhelming aura; even the weakest had already reached the mid‑stage of the Ancestor God realm, while the leaders were beyond measure!

At the forefront of these dazzling Heavenly Pride, one figure stood out as especially different.

He wore a pristine moon‑white long robe, devoid of any ornate decoration, yet seemed to drape the entire sky's starlight over himself.

His posture was upright, his face handsome to near perfection, as if carved from the finest divine jade.

A faint, hazy immortal radiance, as if merged with the Primordial of heaven and earth, enveloped him, making him appear mysterious and transcendent, as if he belonged not to this noisy battlefield but to a deity overlooking all beings Above the Nine Heavens.

He simply stood there, and naturally became the absolute focal point.

Behind him, the Jun family top Heavenly Pride, each capable of dominating their own Star Domain and unruly, now bowed their heads slightly, posture respectful, eyes filled with awe and fervor, as if worshipping their king!

The white‑clad man's expression was indifferent, his gaze calmly swept over the brutal Elder battlefield ahead, finally resting on the top of the Hundred Zhang Altar, on the fiercely fluctuating yet stubbornly beating life‑light aura.

This person, unmistakably, was the top of the Jun family's younger generation, the Divine Son… Jun Xiaoyao!

His gaze lacked the naked murderous intent of Jun Tianming, possessing only a near‑Heavenly Dao‑like ruthlessness… indifference.

As if destroying a race's last hope, to him it was merely brushing away a speck of dust.

He did not speak, but casually lifted his right hand, pointed lightly toward the Altar.

"Obey the Divine Son's command!"

"Destroy the Altar! Cut off the Purple Clan's hope!"

Behind him, the dozen or so Jun family top Heavenly Pride, as if receiving a divine decree, instantly erupted with earth‑shaking killing aura!

A dozen brilliant divine lights surged skyward, turning into a Destruction torrent that tore the Void, targeting the Hundred Zhang Altar directly!

They would bypass the Elder battlefield and directly crush the core!

"Don't even think of it!!"

"Protect the Altar! Protect the Young Clan Leader!!"

The already battle‑ready Ziyangxian let out a clear, delicate shout!

Her moon‑white flowing immortal skirt moved without wind, and a pure, powerful violet divine radiance burst around her, like a rising full moon!

Behind her, dozens of the Purple family's elite young Heavenly Pride simultaneously erupted, boldly charging forward!

"Ziyangxian! Today I will utterly extinguish the Purple family!"

Among the Jun family Heavenly Pride, a fierce‑aura youth wielding a blood‑colored Great Axe sneered, the axe bearing the momentum of Open Heaven and Split Earth, slashing straight at Ziyangxian!

He is Jun Pojun, one of the Jun family's younger generation top ten, the "Blood Axe"!

Ziyangxian's jade‑like visage held a lethal aura; her bare hand flicked, a perfectly refined violet sword‑like blade shot out like a whip, striking the blood‑colored Great Axe with pinpoint accuracy!

Clang—!

A harsh metallic clang rang through the heavens!

Ziyangxian's delicate body trembled slightly, her complexion turned pale.

Jun Pojun's power was wildly ferocious, far surpassing peers of the same rank!

This is only the beginning!

The dozen Jun family top Heavenly Pride instantly tangled in a deadly clash with the Purple family's younger generation!

On the Jun family side, whether in numbers, average strength, or the fervent battle spirit ignited by the Divine Son's presence, they held an absolute advantage!

Although Ziyangxian is strong, she is young; her cultivation age is far behind Jun Pojun and others, and she now shows strain, needing to split her Avatar and Zhuhui, and aid other endangered clan members.

She was like a Small Boat amid raging waves, left and right unsteady.

Bloodstains began to pepper her moon‑white flowing immortal skirt!

"Miss Xian'er, be careful!"

A Purple family Heavenly Pride, eyes bulging, tried to rush in to shield her from the side‑coming lethal strike, but was tightly entangled by another Jun family Heavenly Pride.

Snort!

A jet‑black Finger Spear, like a venomous snake spitting its fang, shot silently from a razor‑sharp angle toward Ziyangxian's rear heart!

The timing was exquisitely perfect, striking just as she fully blocked Jun Pojun's Great Axe, the moment old power faded and new power had not yet arisen!

The attacker was Jun Wuying, the most vicious and poisonous "Poison Heart" of the Jun family's younger generation!

A cruel smile graced his face, as if he already envisioned the Purple Clan's bright pearl perishing.

Ziyangxian instantly felt the bone‑piercing chill of death!

She forced a twist of her body to evade the vital spot, but Jun Pojun's blood‑colored Great Axe, like a maggot on a heel bone, locked onto her front relentlessly!

Despair instantly seized her heart!

Her father fought fiercely in the distance, the Elders were short of Avatars, and the clan members were too preoccupied with themselves…

"Brother…" a thought flashed in her mind, filled with endless resentment and longing.

She saw the jet‑black death Finger Spear about to pierce her rear heart!

At that moment, when a thousand pounds hung by a hair and all hopes turned to ash!

Buzz—!

A Dark Shadow, without any sign, appeared behind Ziyangxian!

It seemed as if it were always meant to be there, as if Space before it had lost its meaning.

The Dark Shadow was tall and upright, enveloped in a seemingly ordinary, loose black robe; the hood's shadow covered most of its face, leaving only a strip of cold, hard jaw exposed.

It appeared so abruptly, so silently, without stirring a ripple of Space, without leaking any trace of energy fluctuation, like the purest…shadow!

Facing that death Finger Spear capable of piercing stars, it calmly raised its right hand.

The hand had five long fingers, distinct knuckles, and skin that shone with a warm, jade-like luster.

It then casually brushed the black Finger Spear, which tore through Space and exuded a rotting death aura.

The movement was so gentle it seemed merely to brush away a speck of dust from a sleeve.

Puff!

A faint, barely perceptible rustle.

That terrifying Finger Spear, which had condensed Jun Wu Ying's lifelong poisonous Dao cultivation and contained a hint of the Primordial death law, the moment it touched the palm, was like a fragile soap bubble colliding with the eternal Divine Mountain, silently…vanished!

Not even a ripple, not even a wisp of black qi, remained!

It seemed as if that lethal attack had never existed!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Jun Wu Ying's cruel smile on their face instantly withered, turning into utter bewilderment and emptiness.

Jun Pojun's massive, blood-colored Great Axe, still heavy with force, remained hanging in midair, the ferocious expression frozen on their face.

Ziyangxian's lingering shock from the calamity had not yet faded, and their beautiful eyes were filled with an incredulous shock!

Even the white‑robed divine child far away, who had always been aloof and seemingly detached, felt a faint, extremely subtle…fluctuation in the depths of their calm, untroubled eyes for the first time.

The edge of the chaotic, brutal, noisy battlefield, this small area, fell into a strange Dead Silence.

All gazes, as if drawn by an invisible force, were fixed firmly on that suddenly appearing, towering Black Robe Figure that blocked Ziyangxian's path!

The black robe rustled, gently flickering amid the surging energy turbulence.

It slowly lowered the hand that had just brushed away the death Finger Spear, its movement still unhurried.

The gaze from beneath the shadow seemed to sweep over the still‑shaken Ziyangxian, and a calm, low, yet clearly audible voice rang out to everyone:

"Ziyang Shen's sister, also one you can move?"

The moment the words fell, an indescribable, ice‑cold aura seemingly from Honghuang, like a slumbering world‑ending beast opening its eyes, silently locked onto the attacking Jun Wu Ying!

Jun Wu Ying's hair stood on end, a death terror unlike any before, emanating from the deepest part of the soul, like a cold tide instantly engulfing them!

They felt as if they had been stripped and thrown into millennia‑old black ice, their thoughts frozen!

And that Black Robe Figure slowly turned, its gaze from beneath the shadow passing over the stunned Jun Wu Ying and Jun Pojun, like two invisible swords, precisely stabbing toward the distant, star‑adorned, divine‑radiance‑shrouded…Jun family white‑robed divine child!

An invisible storm brewed thunderously in the Void where the two gazes met!