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

But just as they looked up at the red light in the sky…

Around this tenth market town, the entire Qinghai region was immediately engulfed in a massive vortex.

When the vortex suddenly spun, it instantly changed the expression of everyone in the market.

The sea churned, boats bobbed, and a constant roar echoed through the air.

Immediately afterwards, a red glow appeared in the sky.

When the Blood Qilin's enormous body was revealed to the people present.

They also saw Qin Chuan standing atop the Blood Qilin, dressed in a black robe, with a gloomy face and an overwhelming murderous aura.

Qin Chuan's gaze swept over the Tenth Market, but then suddenly stopped.

His pupils contracted instantly as he stared blankly at the head hanging among the corpses of the Golden Crow tribe members within the formation.

The moment Qin Chuan saw the head, his heart was pierced again—it was Baji's head!

"Ancestor Yuwen, the Barbarian Stone Tribe..."

Qin Chuan murmured, the murderous aura in his eyes gradually changing into a deep hostility.

He glanced down at the Tenth Marketplace and raised a finger with his right hand.

With this gesture, the surrounding Qinghai Lake roared and surged, forming a massive vortex around the Tenth Market.

With a thunderous roar, it suddenly rose into the sky!

At this moment, the enormous sea pillar, thousands of feet in diameter, directly covered the Tenth Market.

With a roar, it erupted like a fountain.

With a loud bang, the market's array completely collapsed and exploded, unable to withstand the attack in the slightest.

At the same time, a large number of boats and ships were smashed to pieces.

The numerous cultivators in the market let out shrill screams.

My body was out of control, completely swept up by the seawater, at the moment of contact with Qinghai.

Their vitality clashed with the deathly intent of the sea, resulting in their extinction.

For a time, the roar was incessant.

One cultivator after another exploded before they could even unleash their supernatural powers.

Unstoppable, unblockable, unavoidable!

All their power was focused on the sky.

The intelligence they received included Qin Chuan's cultivation level and the terrifying power of the Blood Qilin.

But there was no outbreak in Qinghai!

They simply couldn't imagine that someone could control... this catastrophe in the Western Regions, Qinghai!

It's unbelievable that someone could sink into Qinghai.

Therefore, this seemingly powerful array in the market actually has a fatal flaw, which is the bottom!

Amidst the roar, the entire Tenth Market was shattered and torn to pieces.

All previous arrangements were utterly destroyed in the catastrophe in Qinghai.

The two powerful war chariots that had been prepared earlier were now unable to unleash even a single attack.

It collapsed and exploded under the impact of Qinghai.

Along with this, there were numerous deaths.

Qin Chuan didn't even kill a single person himself; he merely triggered the eruption in Qinghai with a single thought.

This tenth market will be completely buried.

This... is his home turf.

Qinghai in the Western Regions!

As corpses fell one by one, countless fragments swirled in the air.

In the tenth market town, no one could survive the extinction in Qinghai.

All...dead!

Death, sometimes, is that simple.

Life, sometimes, is just that fragile.

These two sentences are difficult for someone who has never witnessed life and death to understand.

Only after witnessing several funerals in one's lifetime can one gain such a profound understanding of life.

Qin Chuan stood in mid-air, watching this funeral procession of life, speechless.

Until the towering Qinghai Lake, transformed into green rain, once again sprinkled the sea.

Looking at the wreckage floating on the sea, Qin Chuan slowly raised his head.

He looked at the distant sky.

On the Qinghai Lake, amidst the raging waves, more than one hundred members of the Jinwu tribe are still alive.

But what remained... were corpses.

This was all thanks to Qin Chuan's timely rescue.

Otherwise, in a few more days, I fear everyone will die.

These deaths are insignificant compared to the migrations of that time.

But all of this could have been avoided.

All of this actually has nothing to do with the Golden Crow tribe.

Even Qin Chuan was a victim in the same way.

Qin Chuan believed that Ancestor Yuwen couldn't possibly be unaware of these things.

Qin Chuan remained silent, standing in mid-air.

The Blood Qilin stood at his feet, coldly surveying its surroundings.

Qin Chuan was waiting, waiting for the arrival of Ancestor Yuwen!

Not long after, the sky in the distance.

In this pitch blackness, there was a long, even darker rainbow.

It came roaring in with a storm that seemed capable of lifting the heavens.

In the midst of the storm, there was a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe.

With hands behind his back, he strode forward, emerging from nothingness.

His long hair flew in the wind, his eyes were bright, and he exuded an aura.

It seems to blend into the universe, as if it contains some kind of law.

It appeared to be dressed in black, but in the blink of an eye, it seemed to transform into something semi-transparent.

An aura of extinguishing emotions seemed to disturb the heavens and earth, enveloping all directions at this moment.

As a result, black snowflakes began to fall around Qin Chuan.

The newcomer was none other than Ancestor Yuwen!

"Qin Chuan!"

As Ancestor Yuwen strode forward, stepping through the void, his cold voice suddenly rang out.

Suddenly, crackling sounds came from Qinghai below, as a thin layer of ice appeared.

The surrounding emptiness instantly turned icy cold.

At this moment, the surrounding black snowstorm seemed to transform into the figure of Ancestor Yuwen.

His voice rang out in unison.

It was as if, in that instant, tens of thousands of people simultaneously shouted out Qin Chuan's name.

A power that Qin Chuan had never encountered before, like a part of the laws of heaven and earth.

It arrived suddenly!

It appeared within Qin Chuan's mind, transforming into an unprecedented roar that surpassed even thunder.

It was as if they were calling back a soul.

The ability to call back a broken soul is to summon back a shattered one.

At this moment, there is a more fitting description for the supernatural powers of Ancestor Yuwen.

A drink that will terrify you!

The surrounding cold seemed to contain ruthlessness, and the indifference of the voices was like the emotionless might of heaven.

When combined, they become something comparable to a law... words become law!

This is the Mystic Venerable!

A single sound was enough to annihilate all Xuanzong cultivators.

Even those at the peak of the ninth level of the Xuanzong realm are extremely vulnerable in front of the Xuanzun.

boom!

Qin Chuan felt a strong tremor in his mind, as if his soul was about to shatter and leave his body.

His life force flickered violently, as if it were about to be extinguished.

But he... was not an ordinary Xuanzong cultivator.

The seven souls within Qin Chuan's body sat cross-legged in his dantian, all with their eyes closed, as if they were asleep.

But at that moment, all seven souls opened their eyes.

The instant their eyes opened.

Qin Chuan's divine sense surged forth, unleashing its full power.

It suddenly clashed with that which was said to be law.

Amidst the roar, Qin Chuan stepped back a few paces, and when he looked up, his eyes revealed a clear understanding.

"So, you are Ancestor Yuwen!"

Looking at the middle-aged man approaching, Qin Chuan's eyes flashed with a sharp light, and he slowly spoke.

He recognized this person; it was the one who had chased after him when he left the Ink Land.