yes in the borderlands were turned towards the vast expanse of sky.One person, facing the ultimate tribulation of mythology!At this moment, even the geniuses from the Immortal Realm are stunned and th...Look on, Jun Xiaoyao.

She was found to be a girl in a red dress.

She was pretty and lovely, with a natural look that wasn't adorned with makeup. While not breathtakingly beautiful, she possessed a gentle and approachable charm reminiscent of a younger sister.

At this moment, the young girl blinked her eyelashes softly, her beautiful eyes fixed on Jun Xiaoyao.

With curiosity, and a touch of hidden awe.

She had never seen such an elegant and charming young man.

"I am but a vagrant, hailing from the distant south. Having heard tales of the Yang clan's deeds, I came out of curiosity."

Jun Xiaoyao revealed a faint smile.

Some were captivated by the beauty of the girl in the red dress.

Then she came to herself, and breathed a sigh of relief as well.

"It turns out it has nothing to do with the Jinwu ancient clan…"

Some of the Sun Clan members around, hearing this, the scrutiny, wariness, and hostility in their eyes also dissipated.

His expression had softened considerably.

"But, young master, there's a barrier formation on the outskirts of this realm. You..." The maiden in red questioned with a hint of confusion.

"That's not a problem," Jun Xiaoyao said calmly.

The girl in the red dress was also slightly taken aback.

"It seems that young master is a great cultivator. Our Yang Clan hasn't had guests in a long time," the girl in red smiled and said.

Then, she took Jun Xiaoyao and wandered freely through the city.

The girl in the red dress is named Yang Qing.

Jun Xiaoyao could sense her, the power of blood in her body seemed unusually strong, and her cultivation was a notch higher than others.

“Let me take you to find grandpa. He’ll surely be interested to see a foreign cultivator like you.” Yang Qing said.

Soon, Yang Qing brought Jun Xiaoyao to a mansion deep within the ancient city.

This mansion was quite desolate, overgrown with weeds.

But it has a kind of magnificent and imposing presence, although ancient, it also exudes a special charm.

Jun Xiaoyao glanced at him.

Yang Qing brought Jun Xiaoyao into the courtyard of the mansion.

Simple, ancient, and serene.

"I'm going to make tea for young master," Yang Qing said with a slight blush on her pretty face, she glanced at Jun Xiaoyao and then scurried away.

Jun Xiaoyao leisurely sat on a stone bench.

At that moment, a voice, old and weary, spoke.

"Our Yang clan hasn't had a visitor in a long time."

At a glance, Jun Xiaoyao...

He was a white-haired old man with wrinkles etched on his face and cloudy eyes. His robe was ancient and worn.

It seemed to emanate a faint scent of decay.

"The elderly..."

Jun Xiaoyao rose and gave a slight nod.

He sensed the elder's aura, a Quasi-Emperor.

And it seems to have a hidden ailment.

He belonged to the kind of emperor who could never advance any further in life.

Witnessing your carefree and humble demeanor.

"If my old eyes aren't deceiving me, young master, you should at least be a quasi-emperor," the elder shook his head slightly.

"You needn't be so polite to an old man like me."

"Jun Xiao Yao smiled serenely and said, 'Master, you flatter me. My visit to the Yang Clan was quite impromptu and I apologize for any inconvenience.'"

"Hehe... A disturbance like yours is exactly what my Yang clan desires."

"But...Master, you really shouldn't be here."

The old man shook his head and let out a soft sigh.

"Grandfather..."

Jun Xiaoyao was just about to ask something.

Yang Qing arrived with a teapot and teacups.

Then, he served tea to Jun Xiaoyao and the elder.

"Rough tea and strong liquor, it's a bit rustic. Don't mind it, young master," the old man said.

"Where."

Jun Xiaoyao also raised his teacup for a sip.

It's very bitter and astringent.

It can be said to be an extremely ordinary tea.

By the standards of a leisurely tea-drinking session like your esteemed one, this would be utterly undrinkable.

But Jun Xiaoyao did not show any sign of change.

"Young master, how is it" Yang Qing suddenly felt a little nervous.

"This tea, just like the Yang clan today."

Upon seeing this, the old man let out a slight sigh and said, "Young Master, you truly are a tea connoisseur."

"Tea, like life, is sometimes bitter and astringent..."

Hear the conversation between Jun Xiaoyao and the elder.

Of course, Yang Qing didn't understand this.

But seeing that Jun Xiaoyao didn't show any disgust, she felt reassured and a smile appeared on her face.

In her heart, this young master not only possessed a face and bearing like a banished immortal.

The attitude was also so polite, it was hard not to feel good about it.

"Old man, you said I shouldn't have come here. Why is that" Jun Xiaoyao asked.

The elder said: "If you come here and are seen by the creatures of the Jinwu ancient clan, you will inevitably incur their wrath and bring trouble upon yourself."

Jun Xiaoyao then said, “Old man, if you don’t mind, I would like to hear about the deeds of the Yang clan.”

The old man, seeing this, rose and said, "Then let's go."

Jun Xiaoyao also got up and walked with the old man.

Yang Qing was very tactful. She knew that Jun Xiaoyao had something to say to the elder, so she didn't follow them.

Although old, the entire mansion was quite extensive.

The elder's name was Yang Detian, and he also spoke with Jun Xiaoyao about the history and past of the Yang clan.

The Yang Clan, once ranked among the top ten of the Hundred Great Clans.

That was arguably the most glorious era for the Yang clan.

Even now, the Jinwu ancient clan who reigned supreme in Nancang is only one of the top hundred races, ranking within the top twenty.

Although very strong, it was still a notch below the Yang Clan.

But in that sweeping catastrophe.

their Yang Clan's most powerful being, the leader figure, the Sun Holy Emperor.

Fought against a Demon Lord-level existence from the Shadow Realm, to protect Nan Cangmang.

That battle was too brutal.

The final result is not only the fall of the Sun Emperor.

Even the top ten powerhouses of the Yang Clan were reduced to dust and scattered.

The entire Yang clan suffered heavy losses and was severely devastated.

On the contrary, the Jinwu ancient clan, though suffering losses in that catastrophe, did not suffer a fatal blow.

Even within its kin, there exists a supreme being known as the Golden Crow Xuandi.

The Jinwu ancient clan seized the opportunity, stepping on the corpses of the Yang clan, and rose to the top ten among the hundred strongest races.

Originally, the Yang clan were a heroic race. Every strong member of the clan dedicated themselves to protecting the vast land, offering sacrifices and enduring hardship.

But later, the Jinwu ancient clan ruthlessly oppressed the Yang clan.

This once also involved some grievances between the two clans.

These two tribes, in the very distant past, had a feud over the primordial Chaos Spirit and the Great Sun Golden Flame.

Because both the Jinwu ancient clan and the Yang clan belong to cultivators of the yang attribute.

And the great sun's golden flame, is of utmost importance to the cultivation of both clans.

Therefore, they became enemies.

After the great calamity, the Jinwu ancient clan ruthlessly oppressed the Yang clan, who were already severely injured.

Among them, there were also other forces who disapproved of the Jinwu ancient clan and wanted to help the Yang clan.

But the Jinwu ancient clan was too powerful. Besides having strong experts at the forefront, later generations also gave rise to nine major sequences.

It can be said that the Jingu Ancient Clan is not lacking in either the older generation of top powerhouses or the younger generation of monsters.

Many factions, fearing the ancient Jinwu clan, could only sigh in resignation.

If it weren't for the Yang Clan or the protection of the Moon Emperor's family, they would have been gone long ago.

But now, even the Yuehuang clan finds it hard to resist the overwhelming presence of the Jingu Ancient Clan.

The plight of the Yang clan is naturally even more difficult.

As Yang Detian spoke these words, he let out a long sigh.

Once, our Yang clan ranked among the top ten in the Hundred Strong Races. Ten powerful figures soared through the heavens, and there were even extraordinary figures like the Sun Saint Emperor.

What glorious times those were.

"But why, I of the Yang clan, for resisting the calamity from the Abyss, accomplished such unparalleled feats, yet in the end, met with such a conclusion"

Yang Detian was puzzled, very puzzled.

Must a hero not only shed his own blood, but also make posterity weep

Jun Xiaoyao fell silent, then let out a soft sigh.

"Meanness is the passport of the mean, and nobleness the epitaph of the noble."nergy materialized. If even a trace of this power were to leak out, it could cause an explosion across a hundred million miles of sea!Such power is awe-inspiring.Even the mighty emperor would be crush...