Several immortal clans sensed impending calamity, their hearts restless with an unshakable dread. A thorough investigation would surely expose their misdeeds.
That day, fear gripped them. They convened in secret, deliberating earnestly on how to weather the storm of crisis looming over their families.
To them, the unseen assailant had struck with ruthless precision—hitting their weakest point at the most critical moment. A misstep now would spell doom.
*”We can no longer feign ignorance. If necessary, we must sacrifice a few to preserve the clan. Such a price is worth paying.”*
These words turned some faces pale in an instant.
The outside world reeled in shock. *A rotten wooden chest delivered to a dark being?* Such audacity was beyond belief.
Could it all be true?
By now, many had heard of that artifact—hauled back from the brink of death by Shi Hao in the borderlands.
The chest had fallen into the hands of immortal clans, jointly guarded by several families. Yet thirty years ago, it vanished without a trace, its disappearance hushed up.
Later, even the Immortal Domain took notice, but the matter faded into obscurity—an unsolved mystery.
Some Immortal Domain experts believed the chest still existed, hidden by one of the clans as a bargaining chip for ascension.
And now, this scandal!
*”Is this real or fabricated?”* The world seethed with unrest, hearts roiling like stormy seas.
If true, certain clans had descended into monstrous depravity. What *immortal* clans? They were nothing but heralds of hell.
Though figures like Zheng De had vouched for the clans’ innocence, declaring the crystal’s imprints forged, why did unease still linger?
Instinct whispered that this was far from over. The horror had only begun.
Zheng De and his ilk, seasoned by centuries, now found themselves trapped, a chill creeping into their bones.
*Should he speak again?* Steeling himself, he issued another denial—then faltered, regret gnawing at him.
He had bartered his integrity for the clans’ favors, only to drown in the whirlpool of his own making.
*”Slaughter the fiends! Annihilate the immortal clans!”* Voices like Cao Yusheng’s rose in triumph, sensing the clans’ impending downfall.
Some families acted swiftly.
The Jin Clan, for instance, under Jin Tai Jun’s decree, launched an internal purge, vowing to root out any disgrace to their lineage.
The Feng Clan’s patriarch was even more ruthless, swearing death to any kin consorting with dark beings.
Their reactions were swift—but fear drove them. Better to *”self-investigate”* than let the Immortal Domain expose their sins.
Regret festered in the hearts of those who had defended the clans. Their spines iced over as they realized the abyss they’d stepped into.
The Immortal Domain moved—neither slow nor swift—dispatching envoys to the immortal clans.
The world held its breath.
*Were these clans truly tainted?* Shock rippled, then silence fell as all awaited the verdict.
Shi Hao withdrew, knowing his plan had unfolded as intended.
The past, if scrutinized, would yield traces. The Immortal Domain’s elites would uncover the truth.
Now, he sought old friends—Tianjiao Ant, Tuogu Yulong—while the clans writhed in chaos, too besieged to hunt him.
*”A sword from the west, a strike from the heavens—how devastating! Hah!”* Tuogu Yulong roared with laughter.
*”Come, Brother Huang, let us drink and watch these clans’ darkness unravel!”*
Excitement blazed in their eyes at Shi Hao’s handiwork.
The world braced for the storm. The clans’ earlier denials would soon crumble.
Then came the first confession: the Jin Clan admitted to harboring wayward descendants who had shamed their ancestors.
A preemptive strike—to soften the blow before the Immortal Domain’s hammer fell.
The Feng Clan went further, revealing three disciples’ dealings with dark beings, vowing bloody retribution.
The world trembled.
These paragons of virtue, these pillars of the heavens—*flawed?*
The storm had broken. The clans’ lies lay bare.
For the immortal clans, this was catastrophe.
The crystal’s imprints were likely real—*the sky itself had been pierced.*
Fear consumed not just the clans but their defenders—those who had once thundered righteous denials now stood pale and trembling.
*”Liars! Hypocrites! These so-called venerable elders are nothing but snakes!”*
Scorn rained upon them. Zheng De, the *”Great Virtue,”* once a web of connections, now faced ruin.
He had known the clans’ filth yet sold his voice for their treasures. Now, his reputation lay in ashes.
*”Damn you, Zheng De! Why hasn’t the end of days claimed you yet?”*
Fury lashed at him.
The clans scrambled. Jin Tai Jun executed five thirteenth-generation descendants, pleading for the Immortal Domain’s mercy.
Tears streaked her aged face as she confessed her blindness to their crimes.
The Feng patriarch slaughtered his own grandson and six ninth-generation heirs—all high-ranking kin.
But blood could not wash away their sins.
Many sensed these clans were doomed.
*”And the Wang Clan? What of them?”* Tuogu Yulong wondered.
Cao Yusheng sneered. *”Wang Changsheng, that schemer, must be choking on his own blood. Denied ascension, his legacy crumbling!”*
*”Let’s see for ourselves,”* Shi Hao said.
The Wang Clan’s inaction puzzled him. If they had stirred the pot against him, he would stir it back.
The Wang Clan—an ancient lineage from the Immortal Domain, wielding the *Peace-Severing Art* across two epochs.
Their realm sprawled across ten thousand sacred peaks, draped in violet mists and dragon auras.
*”What grandeur! A golden age indeed,”* Cao Yusheng mocked.
Then—Shi Hao’s sharp senses caught distant wails.
A procession approached, scattering funeral paper, bearing five vermilion coffins.
Grief shook the heavens.
*”Wang Clan members?”* Tianjiao Ant gasped.
The news stunned them.
The coffins held five of this era’s most pivotal Wang figures: Wang Er, Wang San, Wang Si, Wang Liu, Wang Qi.
*”Who killed them?”* Tuogu Yulong’s eyes widened.
*”Five dragons, slain at once?”* Cao Yusheng breathed. *”Who could strike so deep into Wang Changsheng’s heart?”*
The answer left them speechless.
Wang Changsheng himself had executed them—sword in hand, cutting down his own sons, leaving no trace of their souls.
*”Madness! What drove him to this?”*
They learned the truth: on the first day the crystal emerged, Wang Changsheng had seized his sons, delivered them to the Immortal Domain’s enforcers, and—after interrogation—slaughtered them himself.
Only now, as the bodies returned, did the world learn of it.
*”A man of terrifying resolve,”* Shi Hao murmured. Wang Changsheng was far more formidable than he’d imagined.
While Jin Tai Jun and the Feng patriarch floundered in denials and reluctant executions, Wang Changsheng had acted with chilling decisiveness.
*”That delicate, youthful face hides a will that could sunder heaven and earth,”* Cao Yusheng muttered, shuddering.
Two days later, decrees arrived: the Jin and Feng Clans were barred from the Immortal Domain. Their patriarchs were ordered to purge their kin—starting with their own blood.
*All collaborators with darkness must die.*
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