Chapter 601: Xuan Yuan Di Tian

Just as Ye Zhengrong led the Four Great War Generals to the Border Wasteland—

Honghuang World, the Xuan Yuan Clan's Ancestral Land.

This ancient hidden realm, shrouded by endless Tai Xu Pure Qi, is now enveloped in a stifling, heavy atmosphere.

The news of Xuan Yuan Taixu's fall has already spread throughout the entire Xuan Yuan Clan.

The Soul Lamp, enshrined in the deepest part of the Ancestral Shrine and symbolizing the Tai Xu Emperor Supreme, suddenly extinguished before the eyes of all the clan's senior members.

At that moment, countless people were struck like by lightning, unable to believe it.

The Tai Xu Emperor Supreme—he is the Xuan Yuan Clan's supreme Titan, its pillar, the unparalleled powerhouse who has battled the Ye Clan's Ye Zhengrong for endless years without defeat!

He actually… fell?

Killed by Ye Zhengrong's own hand?

Both spirit and form vanished, death without a whole body?

The news, like a meteor striking a calm lake, raised a massive wave within the Xuan Yuan Clan!

Deep within the Ancestral Land, inside the grand, ancient Great Hall.

At this moment, a host of senior members of the Xuan Yuan Clan have gathered here.

Leading them is the current Clan Leader of the Xuan Yuan Clan—Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue.

He is tall and imposing, exuding a terrifying pressure of the peak Dao Ancestor Realm.

Yet now, his stern face is filled with unmasked resentment and suppressed fury.

At the deepest part of the Great Hall, atop the lofty Supreme Throne, sits an extraordinary, vigorous, aged figure.

He is not tall; in fact, he is rather slender.

Yet he sits there so casually, as if the whole world revolves around him.

Around him, faint silhouettes of the Space-Time River swirl, emitting a noble, timeless aura that gazes over the ages.

He is the true foremost master of the Xuan Yuan Clan, its Founding Ancestor—

Xuan Yuan Di Tian!

His cultivation has already risen to… Heavenly Dao Supreme!

When the news of Xuan Yuan Taixu's fall arrived, many senior members of the Xuan Yuan Clan were incensed beyond measure!

They roared, demanding revenge!

They clamored to declare war on the Ye Clan!

They vowed to wash away this disgrace with the blood of the Ye Clan!

However—

These flames of anger were forcibly suppressed by Xuan Yuan Lao Zu.

This is also why some senior members of the Xuan Yuan Clan felt puzzled and even dissatisfied.

At this moment, Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue respectfully clasped his hands before the elder on the throne, his voice laden with deep suppression and resentment:

"Founding Ancestor… your meaning is…"

"Zi Xi and the Tai Xu Emperor Supreme, just die in vain like that?"

"We… do nothing?"

He lifted his head, gazing straight at Xuan Yuan Lao Zu, his eyes filled with confusion, anger, resentment, and a stinging sense of humiliation.

Within the Great Hall, other senior members also echoed:

"Indeed, Founding Ancestor! If we do nothing, how can our clan's face remain?"

"If Ye Zhengrong kills the pillar of our clan, this hatred cannot be tolerated! How could we simply let it be?"

"Please, Founding Ancestor, issue an order! We are willing to avenge the Tai Xu Emperor Supreme and bathe the Ye Clan in blood!"

The crowd's fury surged; the Great Hall was filled with clamor for a moment.

However—

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu remained seated on the throne, his expression as calm as water, as if the angry roars below were merely the buzzing of insects.

When the clamor subsided a bit, he slowly opened his eyes.

Those eyes, deep as an ancient starry abyss, seemed to contain the flow of countless ages and the birth and death of innumerable epochs.

He merely cast a faint glance downward—

Where his gaze fell, all the seniors' anger was doused like by icy water, instantly quelled.

An invisible, world‑overwhelming pressure enveloped the entire Great Hall.

"Heh…"

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu let out a light laugh, his chuckle tinged with faint sarcasm and helplessness.

He spoke slowly, his voice old and far‑reaching, as if it came from ages past:

"Since that child Zi Xi died, Tai Xu's heart has been in chaos."

He paused, his gaze deepening:

"His thoughts could never reach clarity; he was destined… for this calamity."

"He lost the struggle against the Ye Clan's Ye Zhengrong; the blame lies not with others."

These words sparked even greater resentment in Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue and the others.

"But, Founding Ancestor!"

Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue stepped forward, his voice agitated:

"Even so, it is a fact that Ye Zhengrong killed an important pillar of our clan! If we do nothing, where is our clan's face? Where is our clan's prestige?"

He stared intently at Xuan Yuan Lao Zu, his eyes full of confusion and accusation.

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu looked at him, a cold sharpness slowly appearing on his aged face.

He suddenly sat upright, his gaunt frame instantly unleashing a terrifying pressure that could crush ages!

"Enough!"

A low shout rang out like a startling thunderclap!

The entire Great Hall trembled violently!

All the senior members, Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue included, fell silent as cold cicadas, daring not utter another word!

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu's gaze flashed like lightning across the crowd below, his voice cold and severe:

"You lot are becoming ever more short‑sighted!"

"Little do you know, there are people beyond people, heavens beyond heavens!"

"Pride and arrogance only bring one's own ruin!"

He slowly rose to his feet, hands behind his back, his eyes piercing the Great Hall as they gazed into the endless Void depths:

"In these times, Darkness Has Arrived, and the Ultimate Decisive Battle will commence. Those ominous Dark Source beings are our true enemies!"

"What do these personal grudges amount to?"

He turned, looking at Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue, his voice laced with deep helplessness and warning:

"Moreover… do you truly think that even if I intervene personally, I could do anything to the Ye Clan?"

Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue was startled, a hint of bewilderment flashing in his eyes.

"Founding Ancestor, you mean…"

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu shook his head, his voice tinged with deep apprehension:

"Do you know how glorious the Ye Clan's peak era once was?"

"Three Ye Soaring Across the Sky…"

He murmured, a trace of reminiscence and awe flashing in his eyes:

"That was a time even I could only look up to…"

"The Ye Clan's foundation is even more terrifying than the world imagines."

He looked at Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue, saying word for word:

"In these extraordinary times, I will not proactively provoke the Ye Clan."

"As for that Grand Void Sovereign, dead… then dead."

He paused, his gaze growing even colder and sharper:

"Moreover, the events of those years are known to both of us. What the Grand Void did to Ye Zhengrong and his son has now simply backfired."

"Causality cycles, retribution is not pleasant."

Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but found himself speechless.

Xuan Yuan Lao Zu scanned the whole assembly, his voice like ice:

"This matter ends here!"

"Whoever dares to defy my command and act on their own—"

He paused again, each word dripping with murderous aura:

"Kill without hesitation!"

That cold voice echoed throughout the Great Hall, lingering for a long time.

All the senior members, Clan Leader Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue included, trembled, silent as cold cicadas!

They knew the Ancestor was serious.

In the Xuan Yuan Clan, Xuan Yuan Di Tian, the Ancestor, is heaven, is earth, is the supreme existence.

His orders, no one dares to defy, nor can anyone defy them.

"Yes… I will strictly obey the founding ancestor's command…"

Xuan Yuan Xiao Yue lowered his head, his voice hoarse and helpless.

The other seniors also responded in turn.

A potentially erupting clan war was thus forcibly suppressed by Xuan Yuan Lao Zu.

The flames of anger and hatred, under Xuan Yuan Lao Zu's authority, gradually extinguished, turning into endless silence and oppression.

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