Clan Cultivation: Starting from Foundation Establishment on Mount Luoxia

In the depths of the Fiery Valley in the Eastern Region.

A beam of light, carrying a message, tore through the sky and plunged straight into the boiling lava lake at the bottom of the valley.

The lava lake remained still for a moment, then surged violently.

A massive figure slowly rose from the lava, its body enveloped in scorching molten lava.

This person's features are rugged like a rock carving—an old-brand Purple Mansion that has been dormant in Yan Valley for three hundred years, known as the Ancestor of Rongyue, who has been nurturing himself here for three full cycles of sixty years.

"Extraterrestrial Demons..."

He grinned, revealing two rows of teeth that were glowing red from the lava.

"Having been idle for three hundred years, it's a good time to use these demon cubs to stretch our muscles."

He slowly stood up, and the entire Flame Valley trembled.

……

The main battlefield.

Bai Chuan, Han Che, and Mu Ye's three streaks of light had just pierced through the boundary barrier—

"Buzz—!!!"

The world changed color!

Four thick, dragon-like, blood-red chains of law appeared out of thin air and instantly wrapped around the three people's bodies as if they were living things!

The chains were not physical objects, but rather a manifestation of the will of the Heavenly Dao of this world, containing the suppressive power of the entire plane!

The three of them groaned simultaneously, their auras plummeting!

The azure light of Baichuan suddenly shrank by nearly half, and its 50% divine power was forcibly suppressed to only 30%.

The chilling aura around Han Che was also compressed by more than half, and the ice crystals on his snow-white Taoist robe condensed at a speed several times slower.

The heavy, earthy yellow light emanating from Muye had dimmed to almost transparent, and the void beneath his feet seemed slightly unstable.

"This is... the suppression of Heaven's Dao."

Bai Chuan gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, "He's even more ruthless than I expected!"

Han Che remained silent, but his body condensed cold energy once more, attempting to resist the chains of law.

But the chains remained firmly in place, tightly bound together.

Makino grinned, but couldn't manage a smile: "These chains... I can't break free."

The three exchanged a glance, all seeing the seriousness in each other's eyes.

But there is no turning back when the bow is drawn.

"They're here."

Bai Chuan said in a low voice.

From the direction of the main peak of the Burning Heaven Sect, two crimson flames shot into the sky, carrying an intense heat that could burn the entire world, and rushed rapidly toward the location of the three.

The Crimson Sky Ancestor took the lead, trailing a hundred-zhang-long tail of blazing fire behind him, distorting the void wherever he went.

The Crimson Flame Ancestor followed behind at a leisurely pace, without any unusual phenomena around him. However, in his cloudy old eyes, he saw three figures bound by the chains of the Heavenly Dao, as if he were looking at three trapped beasts.

"Extraterrestrial demons, is that all?"

Chi Xiao sneered and raised his hand to deliver a palm strike.

"Burning Flame - Heaven-Burning Palm!"

A giant hand burning with blazing white flames materialized from the void, several tens of feet in size, and slammed down on the three of them!

Mu Ye grinned, took a step forward, and the earthy yellow light around him suddenly condensed into a heavy, mountain-like phantom, which stood in front of the three of them.

"Zhenyue Screen!"

boom!

A colossal wall, hundreds of feet high and covered with earthen-yellow runes, rose from the ground out of thin air!

Boom—!!

A deafening roar shook the heavens, and earth and rocks flew everywhere.

The Zhenyue Screen trembled violently, its surface riddled with cracks, yet it withstood the blow.

Makino grunted, took a half-step back, and a trickle of blood escaped from the corner of his mouth. But the fighting spirit in his eyes intensified.

"The old method of creating the Purple Palace is indeed crude."

He grinned, "If this palm strike had been performed using the new technique of 'Leaving Fire,' I would have had to retreat at least three steps."

Your palm strike—only forced me to take half a step back.

True Man Chixiao's expression changed slightly.

He concentrated thirty percent of his power in this palm strike, thinking he could shatter the earthen wall with one blow and seriously injure the cultivator in the earthen yellow robe.

As a result... the other party only took half a step back?

"wrong."

Suddenly, the Crimson Lotus Immortal spoke from behind, his voice hoarse, "Their Taoist magic... is strange."

His cloudy old eyes stared intently at Baichuan and the other two, as if trying to discern something.

……

Nanli Volcanic Group.

Li Xiaoyao and his men had quietly infiltrated the entrance to that natural crevice.

Just as he was about to step into the rift—

"Buzz!"

The void trembled! A thick, crimson chain of laws appeared out of thin air and instantly wrapped around his body!

Li Xiaoyao groaned, and the radiant light around him fluctuated violently, dimming slightly.

His expression changed slightly—it felt as if the entire plane of space was pressing down on his shoulders, rendering him unable to move.

But in an instant, he suppressed the discomfort.

"Keep going."

He said in a deep voice, and took the lead in stepping into the crevice.

Behind them, Li Chijing and the others could see clearly that the crimson chain wrapped around their second uncle was like a venomous snake that would devour its prey, clinging tightly to him.

But my second uncle kept walking, as if the chains didn't exist at all.

No one dared to say anything, and they filed in.

The deeper they went, the stronger the fiery aura became. Even with the azure light barrier separating them, everyone could still feel the scorching oppressive atmosphere.

Li Xiaoyao took the lead, and although the glow around him was suppressed, he still steadily pushed aside the densest fire evil.

About an hour later, at the end of the rift was a huge underground space.

Right in the center, a spiritual vein hundreds of feet thick, its entire body as red as fire, constantly spewing out pure fire-attribute spiritual energy runs across the land—it is the main spiritual vein branch of the Burning Heaven Sect!

Above the spiritual vein, a towering ten-zhang-tall bronze stele stands majestically, its body densely covered with ancient fire-patterned runes, emitting a faint red glow—one of the core hubs of the mountain-protecting formation!

"That's it."

A glint of light flashed in Li Tongya's eyes.

Li Xiaoyao was about to give the order—

Suddenly, he frowned.

At the other end of the underground space, a massive lava figure slowly rose from the depths of the magma.

Ancestor Rongyue.

His body was covered in scorching lava, and with each step he took, the ground collapsed, leaving a burning footprint.

Those eyes, scorched red by the lava, were fixed on Li Xiaoyao—or rather, on the crimson chains of law binding Li Xiaoyao.

"The extraterrestrial demons do indeed have accomplices."

Rong Yue grinned, his voice like the friction of rocks, "I knew it! How could those three demons on the front possibly defeat those two old bastards from the Burning Heaven Sect? Turns out there's another rat trying to sneak in from underground."

Li Xiaoyao didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand.

The [Flowing Scenery] bead from the sleeve quietly slipped into the palm of the hand, the rosy film formed by the [Qixia Robe] thickened by three parts, and the [Nixia Shoes] shimmered with light.

"Junior."

Rongyue took a step forward, lava splashing everywhere beneath his feet. "I am Rongyue, the master of Yan Valley, and I have lived for twelve hundred years."

"Who do you think you are, daring to run wild in my Fire Realm?"

Li Xiaoyao remained silent.

He is waiting.

Once the molten mountain is thirty feet closer, it will enter the optimal killing range of the [Flowing Scenery] Pearl.

Seeing that he didn't answer, Rong Yue sneered, "Have you become mute? Or are you too suppressed by the chains of Heaven to speak?"

He raised his hand, and a giant axe, forged entirely from solidified magma, materialized in his palm, its blade burning with dark red flames.

"I don't care where you demons come from, since you're here—"

He took a step forward, his body erupting like a volcano, his giant axe carrying the force of splitting the heavens and earth, fiercely cleaving towards Li Xiaoyao!

"—Leave your life behind!"