Battle Through the Heavens: Starting with Cao Ying as an apprentice

In retrospect, this "fortunate" situation seems utterly ridiculous.

The Heavenly Demon Phoenix and the Ancient Void Dragon are sworn enemies; this is common knowledge known to everyone on the continent.

Feng Qing'er possesses the pure bloodline of the Heavenly Demon Phoenix and has cultivated in the Wind and Thunder Pavilion for many years; this is an indelible fact.

Given the domineering style of the Ancient Dragon Clan and their current overwhelming power, it is only natural that they would take their anger out on the Wind and Thunder Pavilion.

She has already returned and has nothing to do with our Fenglei Pavilion anymore! Yes, nothing to do with us anymore!

Lei Zun Zhe tried to convince himself, but the cold sweat seeping from his palms betrayed his deepest fears.

"Squeak-"

The heavy wooden door of the ancestral hall was gently pushed open.

Like a frightened bird, Lei Zunzhe's fighting spirit surged out almost uncontrollably. The pressure of a three-star Dou Zun instantly filled the entire ancestral hall, extinguishing several ever-burning lamps!

He turned around abruptly, his eyes filled with a mixture of murderous intent and panic.

When he saw that the person who came was his most trusted confidant elder, who was carefully standing at the door with a plate of tea and snacks, the fear that had suddenly risen and had nowhere to be vented instantly turned into a raging fire.

"Who let you in!" Venerable Lei's hair and beard stood on end, his voice sharp and piercing from extreme tension.

"Get out! Get out of here!"

The trusted elder had never seen the Pavilion Master so out of control and furious. He was so frightened that his hand trembled, and the tray with tea and snacks crashed to the ground with a clatter.

He didn't bother to tidy up, and scrambled out of the ancestral hall, hurriedly closing the door behind him.

The ancestral hall fell into darkness and deathly silence once again.

Lei Zunzhe's chest heaved violently, and it took him a long time to finally calm his rapid breathing.

After cursing, the pent-up fear seemed to be released a little, but the chill in my heart only intensified.

He turned away dejectedly, faced the cold memorial tablets again, and knelt down on the prayer mat with a thud, touching his forehead to the ground.

"Ancestors above, your unworthy descendant Lei Qianhuan humbly beseeches the blessings of past patriarchs..."

His voice trembled, almost pleading: "Please bless my Fenglei Pavilion so that it may overcome this crisis and its incense may never cease to burn... As long as we are safe and sound this time, this disciple will surely offer the finest incense and precious offerings to our ancestors..."

He kowtowed repeatedly, whispering over and over again, as if in doing so he could borrow a sliver of ethereal protection from his departed ancestors.

"boom--!!!"

Just as he was slightly absorbed in prayer, the two heavy doors of the ancestral hall were violently broken open!

"Who the hell is it again..." Thunder Venerable was shocked and furious. He suddenly turned his head, and the curse was already on the tip of his tongue.

However, when he saw the two figures standing against the light at the doorway and sensed the terrifying aura that was crushing down like a prehistoric beast, all his anger and all his wishful thinking were instantly frozen and shattered.

"Seven...Seven-Star Dou Zun?!" Lei Zunzhe's lips began to twitch uncontrollably, and his blood seemed to freeze.

Moreover, there were two of them! The ancient, domineering aura they exuded, along with a pressure that made his very soul tremble, was clearly...

Taixu Ancient Dragon!

His final nightmare came true.

Chapter 399 The Wind and Thunder Pavilion is destroyed;

Without any hesitation, Lei Zunzhe's face instantly plastered with an extremely obsequious smile, his waist bent like a shrimp, and his voice was more respectful and submissive than ever before: "I...I didn't know that two esteemed elders from the Ancient Dragon Clan had arrived. Please forgive my failure to greet you properly!"

"I wonder what brings you two lords to my humble Fenglei Pavilion? If there is anything that Fenglei Pavilion can do to help me, I... I will go through fire and water, even at the cost of my life!"

He didn't even dare to refer to himself as "the one himself" anymore, and directly referred to himself as "this humble one".

Compared to two Seven-Star Dou Zun, his Three-Star Dou Zun cultivation was as insignificant as a firefly under the bright moon.

Resist? That would be a death wish!

At the entrance, two exceptionally tall and robust men, dressed in simple leather armor with faint dragon scale patterns shimmering on their exposed skin, were eyeing the trembling Thunder Venerable with amusement.

The rugged-looking dragon clan Dou Zun on the left raised an eyebrow, his voice like muffled thunder: "A three-star Dou Zun, judging by your attire and cowardly appearance... you must be the Pavilion Master of the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, Venerable Thunder?"

"No! No! Absolutely not!" Venerable Lei shook his head like a rattle drum, pointing to the sky and swearing an oath.

"My lords, please be aware! I swear to the heavens, I am absolutely not the Thunder Venerable! I... I am just a petty thief who heard that the Wind and Thunder Pavilion had some treasures and wanted to take advantage of them!"

"That Thunder Venerable fled long ago upon hearing the news! I have absolutely no connection with the Wind and Thunder Pavilion!"

He spoke extremely fast, as if he wanted to distance himself completely from the Wind and Thunder Pavilion, even discarding his own name like trash.

In a life-or-death situation, nothing is more important than being able to breathe, let alone the dignity of a sect leader or the legacy of one's ancestors.

However, his so-called "quick wit" had the exact opposite effect.

Upon hearing this, the dragon clan warrior on the right, with his fierce eyes, glared with eyes as large as copper bells, his boundless killing intent locking onto Thunder Venerable as if it were a tangible thing: "You audacious ant! How dare you covet my Ancient Dragon Island... uh, anyway, you dare to steal things, and you even dared to steal from us? You're courting death!"

He may seem rough and boorish, but he is actually quite clever. He changed his mind at the last minute, but he was decisive in his actions.

A giant hand covered in fine blue dragon scales, carrying the terrifying force of shattering mountains and splitting rocks, slammed down directly towards Thunder Venerable's head!

Before the palm strike even landed, the floor of the ancestral hall was already cracking inch by inch!

"Fifth Brother is right! Stealing from our clan is a crime deserving of death!" The Dragon Clan Battle Venerable on the left also reacted immediately, grinned maliciously, and his figure appeared like a ghost next to Thunder Venerable. He kicked out, and the wind from his leg swept across like a dragon's tail, blocking all his escape routes.

"Damn it..." Thunder Venerable was terrified, his heart turning ice-cold.

He instantly realized that the other party had no intention of listening to his explanation or distinguishing between truth and falsehood.

They came here for only one purpose—to kill, to silence witnesses, or rather, to wipe out an entire family.

These two powerful dragon clan members, both at the Seven Star Dou Zun level, never intended to let him go, nor did they intend to let the Wind and Thunder Pavilion go!

Despair engulfed him like an icy tide. Faced with an absolute disparity in strength, he couldn't even muster a semblance of resistance.

"puff--!"

"Crack!"

Not long after, the violent energy fluctuations inside the ancestral hall gradually subsided.

The two Dragon Clan Battle Venerables flicked non-existent blood off their hands, looked at the lifeless corpse of Thunder Venerable on the ground, and curled their lips.

"Boss Hei Qing has led his brothers to the Heavenly Phoenix Clan to cause trouble for those scruffy birds. That's a real spectacle." The more rugged Dragon Clan Battle Venerable's tone was clearly tinged with envy.

"It's so much fun to be able to charge into battle with the boss! Unlike us, we lost a bet and were sent to this place to deal with these small fry. It's really no fun."

The more ferocious Dragon Clan Battle Venerable, the one known as "Fifth Brother," though somewhat unwilling, still said, "Alright, stop complaining."

"This Fenglei Pavilion is, after all, a place where a scruffy bird once lived. The boss specifically instructed us to wipe it out completely, leaving no one alive. If we handle things properly, we can at least give an account when we go back."

"I know, I know." The Dragon Clan Battle Venerable, called Fifth Brother, waved his hand, a bloodthirsty glint in his eyes:

"Then let's hurry up and clean up these small fish. Maybe we can catch the tail end of the big battle and have a hot soup when we get back."

The two exchanged a glance, said nothing more, and turned to leave the now-ruined ancestral hall.

Soon, terrified screams, desperate cries, the roar of collapsing buildings, and the deafening explosions of energy echoed throughout the four pavilions of Fenglei Pavilion.

The once mighty Fenglei Pavilion met its bloody end on this day.

When many forces in the Central Continent received the news that the Wind and Thunder Pavilion had been wiped out in an instant by the powerful figures of Ancient Dragon Island, they fell silent in fear and developed a deeper sense of dread and apprehension about the ancient racial war that was unfolding among the Heavenly Demon Phoenix Clan.

The White Dust Realm.

The aroma of tea wafted through the quiet hall. Cai Lin and Xuan Yi sat facing each other, their cups lightly clinking together, their expressions serene.

Suddenly, a series of hurried footsteps came from outside.

Butterfly led several people straight inside, her eyes gleaming with a bright and urgent light.

"Sister, sister! Ziyan has led a group to attack the Heavenly Phoenix Clan all by herself!" Caidie's voice was urgent and bright:

"Should we go lend a hand? We can't miss this opportunity!"

Cai Lin raised her eyes, glanced at her younger sister who always loved to join in the fun, and then looked at the group of people behind her who also had concerned expressions. She slowly shook her head: "No need. We just need to set up some people on the periphery of the battlefield and observe the situation."

Her fingertips traced the rim of the cup, her tone calm: "This is Zi Yan's first major battle after ascending to the throne of the Dragon Emperor. She needs to establish her prestige herself. If we rashly intervene, we will only dampen her momentum."

Upon hearing this, Cai Die's shoulders slumped slightly, unable to hide the disappointment on her face.

Cao Ying and the others, who were standing to the side, already understood and nodded in agreement.

"Sister Xuanyi, have you noticed something?" Cao Ying, with her sharp eyes, looked at Xuanyi, who had been silent with her brows furrowed since earlier.

"Such a commotion, yet the Soul Clan is far too quiet..." The man in black lightly tapped his knuckles on the table, a sharp glint flashing in his eyes:

"This isn't like them. The more silent a venomous snake lurks in the shadows, the more cautious you should be."

The moment the words "Soul Clan" were uttered, the atmosphere in the hall suddenly became solemn and tense.

Xuan Yi raised his eyes and slowly suggested, "To be on the safe side, why not let Cao Ying and Cai Die go to the outer perimeter of the battlefield to investigate? With them there, they can respond promptly if anything unexpected happens."

After a moment of contemplation, Cai Lin realized that Su Baichen was still in seclusion on Ancient Dragon Island, and she wasn't entirely sure whether Zhu Kun could truly focus on guarding the battlefield.

"Very well, then I'll trouble you to make the trip. Remember, only provide support from the shadows, and never show yourself unless absolutely necessary." She finally turned to Cao Ying and Cai Die, her eyes clear and sharp.

"Yay! Let's go!" Cai Die instantly perked up again, grabbed Cao Ying's hand, and ran outside.

Xuan Yi watched the two figures hurrying away and couldn't help but chuckle. He said to Cai Lin, "Your little sister is always so lively that it's enviable."

Cai Lin picked up her teacup and gave Xuan Yi a slight, disdainful look: "You like it? It's yours."

Xuan Yi chuckled and waved his hands repeatedly: "Never mind, I still remember the scene when she took Ling'er and dismantled half of the alchemy room last time. It's better to leave this liveliness with you."

A barely perceptible smile appeared on Cai Lin's lips as she shook her head and sipped her tea, her gaze already fixed on Gulong Island.

Chapter 400 The Ancient Jade Was Stolen!

Deep within the ancestral temple of the Yan clan, the fire elemental energy is extremely concentrated, and the ancient stone walls are covered with flame totems.

The Yan Clan elder responsible for guarding the core of this place—the Tuoshe Ancient Jade—was sitting cross-legged on the jade platform with his eyes closed. His body was surrounded by fighting spirit, and the sounds of dragon roars and tiger howls could be faintly heard with his breathing.

Suddenly, the space rippled like the surface of water after a stone has been thrown in.

The elder suddenly opened his eyes, a strange glint flashing in them.

Without making a sound, he took out an ancient bronze mirror from his storage ring.

The mirror surface rippled like water, and several lines of scarlet writing slowly emerged, exuding a cold and resolute air:

The time has come. Take the jade and leave.