Chapter 611: The Yang Clan's Ancestral Land!

A great roar shook heaven and earth, as Yang Tian bellowed with murderous intent, as if proclaiming that he, Yang Tian, had returned—returned to collect debts!

He had been away from home for over ten years. At the age of nine, the clan suffered a catastrophe, and a thousand members of the Yang clan were bathed in blood.

In that moment, he was so helpless, forced to hide in a cold corner, his whole body chilled.

That unforgettable pain, indelible, had been etched into the depths of his soul; even the ancient wheels of time could not erase this agony.

Who would fulfill the clan's long-cherished wish? Even the bones of a thousand Yang clan members dared not be collected—all this was the pain deep in Yang Tian's heart.

He was proclaiming his return. He was no longer the weakling anyone could push around. With his current power, even an ancient aristocratic family dared to challenge!

Between heaven and earth, the sound of the Dao rumbled, shaking the mountains, and the wilderness roared without cease.

The elated big black bird trembled all over, casting a startled gaze at Yang Tian, unable to help clicking its tongue.

"This guy is probably invincible at this realm!" The big black bird's heart trembled; it could not see through Yang Tian's depth, but this roar was already extremely terrifying.

The atmosphere between heaven and earth was oppressive. Yang Tian slowly calmed his surging mind, a brilliant divine light flashing in his eyes. He suddenly turned his head, looking at the shadow shooting up from the foot of the mountain.

A pitch-black shadow, like a ghost, crossed toward the mountaintop at extreme speed, swift as thunder.

"Demon race!" The Ancestral Dragon Ring vibrated. Yang Tian's eyes instantly sharpened. As he had guessed, a strong demon had been lurking in his clan's land, never leaving.

The big black bird landed on the ground, looking at the approaching figure. This person's aura was very strange; he was a newly promoted Great Power.

He wore a black robe, exuding a cold aura. His gloomy eyes swept over Yang Tian and the big black bird, uncertain—he could not see through either of them.

"Who are you?" The black-robed man spoke slowly, a hint of arrogance seeping through as he directly interrogated, quite arrogant.

"And who are you?" Hearing this, Yang Tian took a deep breath and said calmly, "Is this your territory?"

"Hmph..." Hearing this voice, the black-robed man's eyes instantly darkened. He sneered, "What a joke! You dare ask who I am!"

"What if I do?" Yang Tian retorted, aggressive and fierce.

"What audacity!" The black-robed man instantly flew into a rage. They had been lurking here for over a decade, their tempers already frayed. Being questioned by a brat made him explode with fury.

The big black bird was surprised; this was completely unlike Yang Tian. From the earlier anomaly, it seemed this place was where Yang Tian had been before, and he was very familiar with it.

"You've been waiting for the descendants of the Yang family, haven't you?" Yang Tian paced forward, his deep voice slowly rising.

"You..." The black-robed man's eyes widened instantly, surprise appearing in them. He looked at Yang Tian and couldn't help saying, "Could you be a descendant of the Yang family?"

"Congratulations, you guessed right. Too bad there's no prize." Hearing this, Yang Tian gave a light snort.

"Haha..." However, the black-robed man burst into laughter, wild with joy. They had been lurking here for so many years just to catch a descendant of the Yang family. Today, their wish came true, and the prey came to them.

With a bang, Yang Tian stomped his foot and appeared in an instant before the black-robed man, reaching out to grab his head.

"Looking for death!" The black-robed man sneered, his aura instantly surging. Strands of black light cascaded like waterfalls, easily capable of splitting a great mountain.

"Die!" Yang Tian said coldly, his aura suddenly changing. His whole body blazed with chaotic divine light, containing myriad auspicious colors, as if a deity had descended.

With one strike, he went all out, swinging his fist. Surging light surged endlessly, the Wheel of Life rumbling as it heavily struck against layers of dark light pillars.

Boom! The ten directions trembled violently, the sky shook. Under the black-robed man's terrified gaze, the black light surging from his body was blasted apart by Yang Tian's fist!

Chaotic divine light cascaded down, with auspicious colors seeping out. This was the fusion of destruction and life, the harmony of creation and chaos. The energy underwent a qualitative change—this was the creation Yang Tian had comprehended, every strand of energy becoming terrifyingly powerful.

"Die!" Yang Tian roared, divine light shooting into the sky, accompanied by rumbling Dao sounds. His entire body seemed forged from divine metal, his flesh without blemish, vitality blazing like a divine furnace.

With a bang, the artifact the black-robed man had summoned was dented by Yang Tian's blow. Yang Tian's aura surged like rivers and seas, waves splitting the sky, unleashing overwhelming divine might.

"What a terrifying physique! Is this guy a humanoid beast?" The black-robed man's heart trembled violently. Yang Tian's attack was too domineering; his body was indestructible, even Dao artifacts could not harm it.

The black-robed man trembled in fear. The divine light around him was constantly crushed. The chaotic auspicious colors falling from the void were too terrifying, like a divine mountain pressing down, impossible to resist.

"A Great Power, nothing more!" A divine diagram pressed down, stars and clouds dazzling, each star exuding an ancient and majestic aura, suppressing the black-robed man's body with overwhelming force!

Having devoured the Seven Stars Embracing Moon Flower, the quality of Yang Tian's divine diagram had soared. At his current realm, suppressing an ordinary Great Power was no problem.

The big black bird was astonished. Although this Great Power's combat strength was not high, being suppressed by Yang Tian with such overwhelming force was somewhat unbelievable.

"You're asking for death! Let me go!" The black-robed man was terrified. He hadn't expected this guy to be so fearsome. He had used all his trump cards, yet Yang Tian seemed very relaxed, truly fierce and invincible.

"Just in time—my fate soul still lacks a lot of soul energy. You'll do..." A faint laugh came. Yang Xiao's hand shot out, directly grabbing the black-robed man's soul body.

"That soul body has been hiding beside Yang Tian." Sensing this fluctuation, the big black bird scratched its bald head and muttered inwardly.

Yang Tian's body appeared in the Ancestral Dragon Ring, his eyes falling on the lively little monkey. His stern expression slowly softened.

"This guy is also lucky. I wonder if he can reawaken the bloodline within him?" Stroking the little monkey, Yang Tian smiled.

"Too stingy—only three Great Powers and a bunch of War Emperors." After devouring the soul body, Yang Xiao obtained some memories and couldn't help curling his lips.

When he evolved his fate soul, the soul medicine was insufficient, and the fate soul was not yet complete; it needed supplementation.

"Let's collect some debts first." Hearing this, a hint of killing intent appeared in Yang Tian's eyes. His body appeared outside, slowly walking toward the foot of the mountain.

This was once the Yang clan's back mountain. Yang Tian had often played here as a child, and it was a common place for the younger generation to train martial skills and hunt beasts—a paradise for the Yang clan.

"What are your plans?" Yang Tian, calm and composed, walked slowly down the mountain, unhurried. He turned his eyes to the big black bird and asked.

"Hmm, let's see first. I don't know if any of my clan are still alive..." Hearing this, the big black bird sighed deeply. He came from the Western Continent, very far from here.

Not far from the foot of the mountain was a stretch of ruins, everywhere deep chasms, the earth sunken, the surrounding spirit mountains all shattered.

A fierce aura permeated the area. If a mortal came here, they would be chilled to the bone, with gusts of eerie wind everywhere.

A thousand members of the Yang clan had died here, their bones uncollected. In the soil, red earth could faintly be seen; the blood had not yet completely dried, flowing with an unwilling will.

Seeing the ruins before him, Yang Tian's eyes instantly reddened, the killing intent in them growing more terrifying. He vaguely remembered how his uncles and elders had fought desperately, just to preserve a thread of bloodline for the Yang clan, so that one day their long-cherished wish could be fulfilled!

Yang Xiao also came out, his eyes instantly moist. In those days, the Yang clan was so prosperous—a single strong man's rage could leave corpses for thousands of miles, the entire continent trembling three times, divine might unmatched!

But now, it was a ruin, with no one to collect the bones, not even a tombstone. His heart was filled with great sorrow, and he couldn't help shedding tears.

Yang Tian's heart ached as if cut by a knife, his body trembling slightly. The killing light radiating from him was overwhelming, chilling and terrifying.

The big black bird said nothing, vaguely understanding what this place was. For them to lose control, it must be their clan's ancestral land.

At the same time, it couldn't help sighing inwardly. Would its own lineage suffer the same tragedy as Yang Tian's? Over the endless ages, a great era had come to an end.

Yang Tian couldn't help closing his eyes, his aura retracting. When he opened them again, he had regained his calm, and he walked toward the ruins.