After conquering the Empress, I proved my Dao with the Heaven and Earth Spirit Furnace!

A deafening roar!

The formation of this market was activated instantly.

But it only lasted for a single breath before it roared and collapsed, shattering into pieces.

Meanwhile, within this market town...

The cultivators belonging to the Western Sea Alliance were all shocked as they took flight.

Before they could react, a gust of wind howled out, carrying away all the West Sea Alliance cultivators who had been thrown out.

In an instant, their bodies collapsed, and they were annihilated, body and soul gone.

"Who are you? We are cultivators from the Barbarian Stone Tribe of the Western Regions Alliance!"

A shrill, almost deafening scream.

Despair, horror, and unprecedented fear emanated from the market.

Next appeared a cultivator at the ninth level of the Xuanzong realm, whose body was trembling.

The surrounding bloodshed and the deaths of everyone just moments before felt like a nightmare to him.

With a single roar, he could achieve this; in his memory, only Xuanzun could do it!

"Qin Chuan, the Holy Ancestor of the Golden Crow Totem, came here to save his people, and what he destroyed... was your Barbarian Stone Clan!"

Qin Chuan's voice was like a cold wind.

When the news spread far and wide, he raised his right hand and pointed forward.

In an instant, a massive purple aura, hundreds of feet long, appeared out of thin air.

It formed an arc-shaped blade and vanished in an instant.

They headed straight for the Xuanzong Ninth Heaven cultivator who had spoken earlier.

The cultivator's expression changed drastically, and Qin Chuan's cold voice still echoed in his ears.

His scalp tingled, and he retreated rapidly in horror, his hands forming hand seals.

They then took out a large number of magical treasures in an attempt to resist.

But all his preparations were thwarted the moment he collided with Qin Chuan's Purple Qi Slash.

So fragile that it crumbles into pieces.

Amidst a series of booming sounds, the purple energy slash instantly pierced through the cultivator's body.

A spray of blood appeared, and then the cultivator from the Barbarian Stone Tribe trembled.

As he lowered his head, his body was split in two, and his soul was also instantly annihilated.

As the corpse fell towards Qinghai, the roar of the Blood Qilin was earth-shattering.

All the guards of the Barbarian Stone Tribe in this market were bleeding from all seven orifices.

Regardless of their cultivation level, all of them were instantly killed by the shockwave.

As for the other cultivators in this market, Qin Chuan had no bloodlust.

Instead, he stepped out from the Blood Qilin.

Arriving at this market town, we found the place where fifty members of the Golden Crow tribe were displayed.

More than twenty people were already corpses, and the rest had their haggard, lifeless eyes wide open.

They were stunned when they saw Qin Chuan.

But then, among these people, there were three elderly men who looked weathered and worn.

Their bodies trembled immediately, and their expressions revealed unprecedented excitement.

"Holy...Holy Ancestor!!"

"Is that you...?"

These three were the Golden Crow Elders who had followed Qin Chuan through the war of migration.

They murmured to themselves, seemingly unable to believe what they were seeing.

They never imagined that they would see their ancestor again in their lifetime.

"It's me, I...I'm back."

Qin Chuan looked at them with a gentle expression and raised his right hand in a gesture.

The members of the Golden Crow tribe were all swept up by the wind and gently landed on the ground.

The wind carries life, nourishing all.

Behind Qin Chuan, Wu Shan and the others, who were also arriving with the approaching waves, also rushed over.

"Holy Ancestor... We pay our respects to the Holy Ancestor!"

Excited roars echoed from the mouths of these Golden Crow tribe members.

Some people have never met Qin Chuan in person, but others have seen a statue of Qin Chuan.

At that moment, when Qin Chuan's answer reached their ears...

That indescribable excitement filled the hearts and minds of all the Jinwu tribe members.

This reminded the older members of the clan of the arduous journey they had taken a year ago.

Looking at them, Qin Chuan was reminded of the past.

But when he saw the dead bodies, his heart was pierced again.

The anger towards the Barbarian Stone Tribe was even stronger.

"I'm back, and I'll bring you... to pay for your crimes in blood!"

Qin Chuan turned around, stepped into the air and flew away. The Qinghai Lake roared, sweeping everyone along as they continued forward.

Shortly after.

Inside the first market, the Blood Qilin suddenly descended, raising its enormous claws and slamming them down on the formation.

The formation of the First Market collapsed into pieces in an instant.

Along with the cultivators of the Western Sea Alliance who were in charge of the formation, their bodies immediately collapsed and exploded, their forms and souls annihilated.

The carnage began abruptly the moment Qin Chuan appeared.

Regardless of one's cultivation level, whether it's Xuanhuang or Xuanzong.

Within these ten major markets, regardless of which tribe of the Western Sea Alliance...

Anyone who dares to claim to be a member of the Golden Crow Tribe will be completely wiped out in Qin Chuan's sweeping attack.

They are members of the Xingsi tribe of the West Sea Alliance, stationed in the first market town.

Looking at the carnage around them, the two middle-aged men with the highest cultivation levels here were horrified.

They had already recognized Qin Chuan's identity and knew about the feud between Qin Chuan and the West Sea Alliance.

Without hesitation, he turned and fled.

But almost as soon as they escaped, two large hands suddenly reached out from Qinghai.

Grab it and crush it.

The piercing screams were heard for only a moment before they vanished abruptly.

Fresh blood flowed down the wooden planks of the market and into Qinghai.

After rescuing the Jinwu tribe members, Qin Chuan led everyone else.

I went to the Third Market, the Fourth Market, the Fifth Market…

Qin Chuan had traveled through all ten major markets except for the ninth and tenth.

Wherever he went, carnage ensued instantly.

But such killings did not lessen Qin Chuan's anger; on the contrary, it made him increasingly violent.

Because in every market town, many of the Golden Crow tribe members hanging there had become corpses.

In particular, in the eighth market, all of the more than fifty clansmen died, and their bodies were even rotting.

This scene made Qin Chuan tremble, as if his whole body was being burned.

He looked at the dead members of the Golden Crow tribe, and among them, he saw dozens of familiar faces.

Similarly, we can see that these people's eyes remained open even after they died.

What is revealed is an intractable resentment and hatred that exists even in life and death.

They wouldn't close their eyes, and Qin Chuan wouldn't let them close their eyes like that.

He wanted all the dead members of the Golden Crow tribe to witness the annihilation of the Barbarian Stone tribe.

Only at that moment... can they truly rest in peace.

Qin Chuan flicked his sleeve, grabbed all the corpses, and headed straight for the Ninth Market.

Several days have passed by now.

Qin Chuan believed that his appearance must have already attracted the attention of those with ulterior motives, and that news of it had already spread.

Presumably, it won't be long before that Ancestor Yuwen arrives.

But Qin Chuan was waiting for this Ancestor Yuwen, even if he was a Xuanzun, so what!

With the Blood Qilin present, plus the Azure Sea, which is his home turf.

Even if it's a Xuanzun, Qin Chuan will fight him.

If we don't fight, he won't understand.

He will not be at peace if he does not fight.

He wouldn't accept defeat without a fight!