A passing traveler through the heavens

Chapter 236 The Ten Golden Crows

The one-minute countdown ended, and time began to flow again in the primordial world.

Yao Ji was imprisoned under Peach Mountain, which was originally intended as a minor punishment by the Jade Emperor. However, Yang Jian returned from his apprenticeship and split the mountain to rescue his mother, which completely enraged the Jade Emperor.

The Ten Golden Crows led tens of thousands of heavenly soldiers and generals to surround Peach Mountain, leaving no way out. The Jade Emperor ordered the Ten Golden Crows to scorch Yao Ji and Yang Jian to death.

In an instant, the heat in the world suddenly increased. Cultivators with magical powers could barely withstand it, but ordinary people in the mortal world suffered terribly.

In places a little further away, people could still grit their teeth and persevere, but among the people closest to Taoshan, some had already succumbed to the high temperatures and died from the heat, their piercing cries echoing in the scorching air.

Upon seeing this, Ji Lin immediately went into stealth mode and summoned the Shadow Legion.

Since arriving in the prehistoric world to cultivate, the Shadow Legion has undergone earth-shattering changes. Now, they are no longer the black-clad ninjas they once were; each of them has become like Ji Lin, and possesses half the combat power of Ji Lin's original form.

Ji Lin's gaze swept over the tragic scene before him, his expression grave. Without hesitation, he commanded the Shadow Legion soldiers to quickly head towards the homes of the people near Peach Mountain.

Countless shadowy soldiers appeared on earth in an instant, their figures filling the streets and villages. The people were terrified by this sudden sight; some children clung tightly to their parents, their eyes filled with fear.

The Shadow Legion soldiers, without bothering to appease the people, immediately channeled their magic and raised their hands to the sky.

Golden light emanated from their palms, and this light, like nimble threads, gradually intertwined and converged, with each soldier completely focused.

As magic power was continuously poured in, a huge magical barrier slowly took shape in the sky.

At first, the barrier was somewhat thin, and the dazzling light emitted by the ten golden crows could be vaguely seen. However, with the efforts of all the soldiers of the Shadow Legion, the barrier became thicker and thicker, eventually transforming into a solid shield that tightly protected the people below.

Intense heat waves crashed against the magical barrier, producing a hissing sound, and ripples spread across the surface of the barrier, as if it might shatter at any moment.

The people looked up at the barrier, their eyes filled with awe and gratitude.

An elderly man with white hair trembled as he murmured to the sky, "Thank God for sending these saviors."

Ji Lin himself remained hidden to the side, quietly observing everything, ensuring the magic barrier remained stable, and coldly watching the situation at Peach Mountain.

Not long after, the clone Yao Ji was scorched by the Ten Golden Crows and turned into a stone.

Yang Jian's forehead veins bulged, and he was heartbroken. He carefully placed the stone statue of Yao Ji close to his body, his eyes bloodshot, and picked up the axe lying beside him.

Ji Lin was puzzled. Where were the three-pointed double-edged sword and the jade pendant? Why was Yang Jian using an axe now? He saw Yang Jian throw the boulder behind him at the mountain wall, and with a loud bang, he flew into the sky holding the mountain-splitting axe.

At this moment, the ten golden crows circled in the air, their bodies ablaze with flames, the intense heat distorting the surrounding air.

They let out sharp cries, their voices filled with disdain and arrogance towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian raised his head and glared angrily, his fighting spirit surging like a tidal wave. The mountain-splitting axe in his hand carried boundless power, bringing with it a whooshing sound.

The Great Golden Crow launched the first attack, spreading its wings and unleashing a surging wave of fire towards Yang Jian.

Yang Jian moved with agility, easily dodging the attack with a side somersault in mid-air. Then, he used the momentum to accelerate, rushing towards the Great Golden Crow like a meteor. He raised his mountain-splitting axe high, the blade gleaming with a chilling light, and brought it down with immense force.

The giant golden crow hurriedly flapped its wings to defend itself. With a loud "boom," the powerful impact shook the surrounding air, creating a buzzing sound and stirring up layers of air waves.

Seeing this, the other golden crows swarmed around and launched an attack on Yang Jian from different directions.

In an instant, flames crisscrossed the sky, and the scorching light intertwined to form a net of death. Yang Jian showed no fear, moving freely through the fire net, wielding his mountain-splitting axe with impenetrable speed. Each swing brought up a gust of wind, and he engaged in a thrilling life-or-death struggle with the Golden Crows.

His movements were fluid and graceful, a perfect blend of power and speed, and every attack was precise and deadly.

On the ground, Ji Lin watched with great interest Yang Jian's famous scene of "one bite of uncle, one axe stroke of cousin."

As the battle continued, Yang Jian's offensive became increasingly fierce, and the Ten Golden Crows gradually found themselves unable to withstand it.

Just then, Yang Jian seized the opportunity, let out a loud shout, and gathered all his magical power into the Mountain-Splitting Axe. The axe blade shone brightly, and then he swung it fiercely. A huge axe beam roared out and directly cut down a golden crow. Then one after another, golden crows died under Yang Jian's axe blade.

Ji Lin had no time to pay attention to how Yang Jian was slaughtering everyone; he rushed anxiously toward the corpse of the Golden Crow that Yang Jian had killed.

The corpse of the giant golden crow lay silently on the coast of the East China Sea. The sea breeze howled and the waves crashed against the beach, but they could not disturb it in the slightest.

Ji Lin bent down to sense it carefully, and a question arose in his mind. The energy contained in this corpse was unusually thin, and it did not have the powerful force that a pure Golden Crow should have. It was as if the bloodline had been diluted.

Without time to think deeply, he made a decisive move, quickly storing the Golden Crow's corpse into his system space, and then rushed off to collect the remaining Golden Crow corpses.

The journey was surprisingly smooth, without encountering any obstacles. This ease, however, made Ji Lin feel uneasy.

At this moment, in the sky, Yang Jian was advancing towards the Heavenly Court with unstoppable momentum, and was about to complete his mission of "making havoc in the Heavenly Palace".

Ji Lin gazed at the sky, which was changing color, gritted his teeth, and used his magic to rush towards the Heavenly Court.

But as soon as he stepped into the Heavenly Court's territory, the surrounding scenery instantly distorted and changed. When he came to his senses, he found himself in a quiet room, complete with futons and alchemy furnaces, clearly a place for secluded cultivation.

This sudden turn of events left Ji Lin completely bewildered. He cautiously surveyed his surroundings, and the Starry Sea Fan appeared in his hand.

"Where exactly is this place? Why was I teleported here?" Ji Lin muttered to himself, his voice echoing in the silent room.

Just as Ji Lin was filled with doubt, he suddenly felt a slight noise behind him...