Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather Chapter 1400 - 889: This Bird Is Actually So Terrifying! (2)

As Mo Xuanyu surged forward, Yang Zhenshan’s silhouette blurred, positioning himself to shield Xuanzhen.

Cooperating, Xuanzhen bestowed the Golden Light Divine Spell upon Yang Zhenshan, its golden radiance enveloping him like formidable battle armor.

"Perish by my hand!"

Mo Xuanyu spewed these three words, his visage, already blood-red, contorting into an even more savage mask.

Vile hatred churned within him—hatred for Xuanzhen, and animosity towards Yang Zhenshan.

At this juncture, a singular, ferocious thought dominated his mind: to rend these two wretches asunder and consume them.

His fist, the size of a millstone, descended with crushing force towards Yang Zhenshan’s head.

Yang Zhenshan let out a cold snort and, with a flick of his right hand, transmuted the incandescent golden light into a sharp spear. He then charged directly into the fray.

The golden luminescence granted by the Golden Light Divine Spell was not merely for defense; it possessed the astonishing ability to morph into countless forms.

Spear Intent was invoked, and the Wood Divine Thunder materialized.

The spear light, blindingly brilliant, shot forth, aimed with lethal precision at Mo Xuanyu’s throat.

A sickening thud echoed as the spear, with its potent light, sliced through Mo Xuanyu’s neck, a daunting two feet in thickness.

Simultaneously, the millstone-sized fists hammered with brutal impact against Yang Zhenshan’s head.

With a resounding roar, Yang Zhenshan was propelled like a cannonball, crashing violently into the rocky terrain.

The protective golden aura shattered like brittle glass, and the very rocks seemed to be gouged out by the impact, leaving a substantial crater.

Yang Zhenshan’s form was embedded directly into the stone, with only his head protruding from the impact site.

He was pinned as if by a colossal nail, and despite his strenuous efforts to manage his Qi and stabilize his body, he found himself utterly unable to escape the stony embrace.

Furthermore, the sensation was as if his head had been flattened, his skeletal structure pulverized, and his flesh and blood torn asunder.

This, however, was merely a phantom sensation; his head remained intact. Nevertheless, the sheer magnitude of the force had inflicted severe trauma upon his physical form.

Regaining a semblance of composure, Yang Zhenshan couldn't help but utter a silent curse.

"What sort of monstrous entity is this? Utterly terrifying!"

His injuries were substantial, yet in the subsequent moment, his body began to emanate a vibrant green luminescence. A vine surged from the earth, drawing him aloft into the air.

This was the manifestation of the Wood Divine Body Nourishing Method—a technique capable of mending even grievous wounds, provided the recipient was not instantly deceased.

Though the impact appeared devastating for Yang Zhenshan, the true damage sustained was superficial, affecting the flesh rather than the core of his being.

Such wounds typically healed within mere moments under the restorative influence of the Wood Divine Body Nourishing Method.

Yang Zhenshan's regenerative capacity was impressive, but Mo Xuanyu's was demonstrably superior.

Despite Yang Zhenshan's spear having clearly pierced Mo Xuanyu’s throat, the wound vanished with startling speed, closing completely in the blink of an eye.

"Hahaha, you ignorant fools! How could you possibly comprehend the might I wield?" Mo Xuanyu cackled maniacally.

Yet, his laughter was not that of a human, but resembled a beast attempting to mimic speech, interspersed with harsh, guttural sounds.

Xuanzhen remained locked in a desperate struggle against the encroaching blood Qi, the strain palpable.

Yang Zhenshan observed Mo Xuanyu’s form, from which a relentless torrent of blood Qi continuously surged.

He was uncertain of the specific Secret Technique Mo Xuanyu was employing, but the boundless blood Qi was undeniably formidable.

It appeared to be drastically augmenting Mo Xuanyu's power.

Yang Zhenshan’s Divine Thought activated, establishing a connection with the Origin Core within the Spirit Source Land, allowing him to scrutinize Mo Xuanyu once more.

By all logical estimations, Mo Xuanyu's current power level should not be this overwhelming.

Mo Xuanyu's cultivation was merely at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. Yang Zhenshan and Xuanzhen themselves were also at the mid-stage of Foundation Establishment. As a united front, even if they couldn't decisively defeat Mo Xuanyu, they certainly shouldn't be in such a severely passive position.

Furthermore, upon entering the Spirit Source Land, Mo Xuanyu had deliberately left his most vital Magical Treasure, the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner, behind at the outer sect grounds.

Under these unfavorable circumstances, for Mo Xuanyu to still possess the ability to overwhelm them was truly beyond expectation.

As Yang Zhenshan employed his Origin Core to probe Mo Xuanyu’s condition with his Spiritual Sense, a subtle shift occurred in his expression; he finally grasped the reason behind Mo Xuanyu's astonishing might!

It wasn't Mo Xuanyu himself who had grown so formidable, but rather the influence of the Blood Pool situated externally.

At this precise moment, Mo Xuanyu could establish a connection with the Blood Pool located within the outer grotto-heaven. An unending stream of Blood Evil Qi was traversing the void, pouring into his body and supplying him with an inexhaustible reservoir of power.

Even the Origin Core of the Spirit Source Land proved incapable of severing this potent link!

"This fellow is proving to be an immense nuisance!"

Yang Zhenshan mused inwardly.

Yet, upon further reflection, it seemed logical. Considering Mo Xuanyu’s origins within the Unpredictable Ghost Sect—a power that dwarfed even White Cloud Immortal City—it was plausible.

Grotto-heavens might be a rarity for most factions, but the Unpredictable Ghost Sect undoubtedly possessed such celestial domains, possibly even multiple ones.

"It appears I am compelled to unleash my trump card!"

Witnessing the arrogance of Mo Xuanyu, Yang Zhenshan clenched his fists and summoned forth the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace.

Caw, caw~~ Caw, caw~~

The Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace was dragged along by Yang Zhenshan, its Golden Crow companion circling above his head, emitting caws.

"Master, what's happening?"

Although the Golden Crow was restricted to a hundred-mile radius from the Eight Trigrams Furnace, summoning the artifact was merely a thought for Yang Zhenshan.

Yang Zhenshan ignored the Golden Crow's query, instead flicking his sleeve and channeling a vast quantity of Spirit Stones into the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

"Enough chatter, incinerate him for me!"

A sharp pang of pain shot through his heart!

Those were tens of thousands of Spirit Stones, virtually depleting his entire personal fortune.

Nevertheless, it only emptied his personal savings; the reserves of Jade City remained untouched.

His personal finances had long been segregated from Jade City's coffers. Each of the Jade Capital's Twelve Floors maintained its own independent reserves, with Ziwei Tower, in particular, accumulating the majority of the income derived from the Spirit Source Land.

Naturally, Ziwei Tower also managed operational expenses, distributing funds across the various floors and halls.

Yang Zhenshan's own savings originated solely from his Alchemy endeavors. He neither drew Spirit Stones from Jade City nor did he intend to use his own Spirit Stones to bolster Jade City's resources.

"Understood!"

The Golden Crow gazed at Mo Xuanyu, utterly unfazed, and cawed as it lunged towards him.

Upon seeing the Golden Crow, Mo Xuanyu instinctively lashed out, intending to crush it.

At this crucial moment, his consciousness and judgment, assaulted by the pervasive blood Qi, felt noticeably dulled. While he might have appeared lucid, his resolve had already been subtly compromised by the Blood Evil Qi.

Consequently, he perceived no genuine threat from the Golden Crow and rashly extended his hand to strike.

The Golden Crow, being the Artifact Spirit, was in essence the fire seed of the True Sun Fire residing within the Eight Trigrams Furnace.

The instant Mo Xuanyu's hand connected with the Golden Crow, it detonated with a resounding boom, unleashing brilliant golden True Sun Fire.

Whoosh, whoosh~~

Fiery tendrils surged forth, dramatically altering the landscape. The oppressive blood Qi dissipated, and even Xuanzhen's emanating golden light appeared to wane.

The intense heat warped the very rocks, and the fabric of space itself seemed to contort.

"Flee!"

Yang Zhenshan spun around and bolted.

Sensing the overwhelming inferno, Xuanzhen also turned to escape.

Golden flames contorted into serpentine forms, lashing out in every direction as if the entire world had been set ablaze.

"Roar~~"

From the heart of the conflagration, Mo Xuanyu emitted a furious roar of agony.

"Caw, caw~~ Caw, caw~~"

"Vile beast, witness my wrath as I burn you to ashes!"

The Golden Crow shrieked amidst the inferno.

After retreating several dozen miles, Yang Zhenshan and Xuanzhen finally felt a measure of relief.

"This bird is truly formidable!" Xuanzhen exclaimed, his voice laced with terror.

Yang Zhenshan's lips twitched almost imperceptibly. "That, my friend, is the True Sun Fire!"

Both Heaven and Earth Strange Fires and Miracle Waters possess wondrous properties. True Sun Fire, as its name suggests, embodies the ultimate Yang energy and steadfastness – an extreme, paramount fire, the undisputed sovereign of all flames.

Its sheer potency could force a seasoned Golden Core cultivator to beat a hasty retreat.

Do not be deceived by the Golden Crow's current display of ferocity, its apparent ability to reduce everything in existence to dust.

In reality, the Golden Crow could only unleash a minuscule fraction of the True Sun Fire's true might. This was primarily due to Yang Zhenshan's own unremarkable status as its master. Despite the Golden Crow's capacity to command the True Sun Fire, its output was severely limited.

Furthermore, it relied on the Spiritual Energy drawn from Spirit Stones as fuel, preventing it from reaching the True Sun Fire's full, devastating potential.

Should a cultivator at the Golden Core stage wield the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace, its destructive power would be truly awe-inspiring.

The True Sun Fire is an immensely powerful force, representing Yang Zhenshan's ultimate trump card, surpassing even the might of the Qinghua Thunder Pearl.

However, the sheer expenditure of Spirit Stones required to unleash the True Sun Fire caused Yang Zhenshan considerable distress.

The Qinghua Thunder Pearl he had employed earlier was merely a treasured artifact he had nurtured over many years, his very first pearl, and thus using it did not evoke any heartache. In stark contrast, unleashing the True Sun Fire consumed precious, tangible Spirit Stones.