Yan Zaizen was filled with rage. Initially, he had some reservations about his future plans, but now he had none!

They sold their ancestors bodies! The very thought caused his bones to itch and his stomach to turn in disgust. He recalled his mother and father's corpses and how, if the Yan Clan were to do something similar to them, he would wipe them out! All ties would be severed and heads would roll endlessly!

Yan Zaizen's gaze hardened. He stepped backwards, his body disappeared into chaotic space. After entering chaotic space, his eyes brightened to the degree that suns would lose their shine!

"There!" A single step brought him into a specific location within chaotic space. Since his progression in his heavenly cultivation base, Yan Zaizen felt an indescribable degree of synchronicity with chaotic space. As he moved about, it was as if he was an invisible shadow of the real world, aware of all things in both realms.

As he arrived, his heavenly shrine shifted to embody the concept of the Imperial Law of Spacetime - Realm of Chaotic Space. As it did, he felt his body reach a profound state, but he didn't stop taking action. With his index finger, he tapped out.

As he did, his brows furrowed.

He took a step forward and entered the Ancestral Burial Chambers, bypassing all barriers by entering through chaotic space. This location stored all the offerings given by descendants, the bodies of the Lycan's ancestors dating back millions of years, and likely an object that contained each Lycan's legacy in their lineage.

This was to always remember their path and to honor the life they lived in a glorious fashion.

In the 7th Heaven, praying and various forms of religious practices were often taken, and this was one that was truly taken seriously. To preserve a body in the 7th Heaven is the same as always giving their soul a way to reincarnate within the clan, it acts as a light and beckon declaring: "You were here. We're waiting!"

However…

"What?!" Yan Zaizen's eyes widened in disbelief. This area was nearly a one thousand li in width and length, positioned underground and guarded year around by live sentries and an innumerable number of formations. Even Yan Zaizen entering the Ancestral Burial Chambers without being noticed had to do with his Regalia of Mimicry, Imperial Law of Spacetime, and profound foundation that further enhances these two with a Grand False Dao.

As he arrived, his eyes widened in shock and disbelief. Surveying the Ancestral Burial Grounds, he tapped his finger in mid-air one, then twice, and then clenched his hand. With each movement, subtle fluctuations would reverberate through the area. Despite all this, his expression darkened.

"...It's gone?" To his dismay, everything, EVERYTHING, was gone. It was a blank flat grounds. There were no altars for praying and offering, no monolith inscribing their individual legacies and stories, or corpses in various caskets.

There was nothing.

No, that would be incorrect.

There was air, moisture, faint traces of thin atmospheric essence, and a very clean floor. Yan Zaizen looked down and couldn't help but admire how clean it was - he could see his reflection.

"Haha," he couldn't help but chuckle, "they were robbed before I could 'claim' my possessions." Yan Zaizen intended to clean Xiha's race out the moment he was forced to this heaven. This was further reinforced when he discovered their intentions of trading their ancestors bodies. Of course, he was going to just bury the bodies in Grand Sirius as another finger towards Xiha, knowing that their relationship was rather shaky.

But someone beat him to it.

This was truly laughable.

After another quick scan, he shook his head and shrugged. He stepped back and vanished.

Seconds after his departure, the group of experts from above arrived.

Yan Zaizen had already arrived at a specific location on the planet. This was a far-off location near the border of the Ancestral Burial Grounds. In his hand was a small box. This small box was a heavenly dimensional box, quite an ordinary one on the surface, but it contained a faint trace of Sirius Law.

If Yan Zaizen didn't have the True Origin of the Sirius Path in his soul, he wouldn't have been able to discover its aura. However, there was a bitter smile on his face.

ROAR!!!

From the Ancestral Burial Chambers, a violent roar resembling a wolf resounded. It contained dense bloodlust and fury that seemed to know no bounds. A fearsome heavenly might surged like a pillar, it was suffused with killing intent!

Yan Zaizen calmly looked in its direction, but his heart didn't tremble nor did his blood boil in response. When he discovered this, he brought his palm to his face in inspection, as if wanting to see the changes of his body. Normally, he would experience reactions from such power.

"You've reached the peak-Crimson Star Realm, developing a second dantian and infusing your entire body with true-essence. Now that your true-essence has transformed and your heavenly cultivation base has been established, the strength that your body possesses isn't to be underestimated," Pinaka calmly informed. However, she left out many details.

By heavenly aura standards(Heavenly Drops Used), Yan Zaizen could rival the weakest type of seventh-floor Heavenly Genesis expert, but by virtue of heavenly foundation and law tier, he outclassed many easily. This didn't even factor the sheer amount of true-essence he had due to the Crimson Star Realm!

His lack of a response after hearing Admah, the second strongest expert in the Canis Major Realm, erupt was a huge indication of his theoretical strength. For example, if an Origin Core expert had erupted in rage, a Qi Unification expert would tremble, but a True Essence expert would find it laughable.

Yan Zaizen's current experience was absolutely neutral, a sign of similar strength.

"I see." After calmly saying this, his eyes grew excited. His mind started to calculate and he formulated a plan!

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In the Ancestral Burial Chambers, Admah heavenly aura was dense and suffused with murderous intent. There was a deep madness in the depths of his eyes.

However, it wasn't just him. King Moshe and the others were roaring like enraged canines! Their roars created a cacophony of vicious intent that could be heard through the entire planet. Many of them were checking on their ancestors' previous location, some held items in their hands using all sorts of methods to locate their specific blood-related members, but the faces of each one continued to fall into further madness.

Jing Baio saw this and frowned. Jing Yu, however, didn't care about their rage or madness. She was angry! As a possessor of the middle-tier Mortal Dao, Dao of Wild Arrogance, she couldn't help but lash out and speak her mind.

"You incompetent fools! Can you not even protect your own ancestors?! Trash!!!" To her, those corpses were incomparably precious to her. They contained secrets, bloodlines, and powers that could still be tapped. Yet, these mutts had lost them!

"You idiotic mutts! Go fetch and find the person responsible!" She continued shouting, but the moment those words left her mouth, all the Heavenly Commanders trained their gazes on her like mad dogs. They seemed intent to kill this foul-mouthed bitch!

Jing Yu saw their eyes and grew even further enraged. Just as she was about to speak once more, unwilling to back down, a seventh-floor Heavenly Genesis Lycan expert acted. He pushed forward, not caring about their location, and exploded towards Jing Yu.

His heavenly might surged endlessly as his heavenly shrine revealed itself! With a roar, he sent a burst of compressed sonic waves that turned into rippling shockwaves that shook all it passed! These shockwaves contained a forceful sound-based conceptual law!

When this occurred, the others were about to follow as a pack! To these people who showed no respect, why not go wild!

However, in their madness, they forgot an important detail: Jing Yu's cultivation base.

She coldly snorted and calmly slapped out as if her taking action was beneath her. Despite this, she held nothing back as her slap manifested into a tiger's claw that seemed intent on slashing all creation. It seemed to contain some profound tiger bloodline and sword law within! As the tiger claw came into contact with the shockwaves, the shockwaves collapsed faster than they formed.

"What?!" The Lycan experts were stunned, especially the attacker. Seeing his attack collapse so quickly and easily brought him back to his senses, but it was too late!

The tiger's claw was in front of him in a blink and it swiped at his body!

"No!" Simultaneously, as if linked, all Lycan watchers cried either mentally or verbally. The claw engulfed the body of the Lycan attacker and he was cleanly separated into four parts! His heavenly shrine was sliced heavily, severely damaged as it suffered lacerations across its surface.

As one continues to cultivate in the heavenly path, each floor becomes further and further apart. Only top-grade armament's, arts, foundation, or other forms of external support can help bridge that gap. However, if your opponent had equal combat efficiency and treasures, it would be like a mortal child vs a dragon.

There was no need to say more.

The Lycan expert's body didn't stop with just four pieces. It continued to be sliced by an invisible power imbued with profound sword laws! In less time than it takes to spark a flint, his body turned into countless pieces of flesh and misty blood.

Only his Astral Soul survived with the support of a unique treasure. Instantly, he gripped his damaged heavenly shrine with his soul energy and retreated.

"Hmph! That's no longer yours but mine for your disrespect!" Jing Yu arrogantly exclaimed, her heavenly might surging forth. It manifested a gigantic hand that wrapped around the heavenly shrine and the astral soul.

Seeing his current life or death circumstance, the Lycan expert decisively abandoned his heavenly shrine and caused his soul flame to blaze. The sudden burst in soul power with a divine, movement-based soul art in conjunction caused him to fall into Admah's arms.

The heavenly shrine was grabbed and brought to Jing Yu, her eyes suffused with dissatisfaction and disregard for the Lycans. Throughout this entire process, Jing Biao was calm and held Jing Yu's hand like lovers.

Only now did he speak, "enough playing around. You all should find the one responsible for this." After he chimed in, he glanced at Jing Yu and they departed calmly as if the entire event held no meaning to them. The stares filled with hatred and fear affected them as much as a pebble affects a planet in descent.

Admah held the Lycan expert's weakened soul form in his arms, his expression violent and ugly. Their fates became even more uncertain.

Looking back at the empty Ancestral Burial Chambers, his expression grew listless. "Does the heavens wish for our destruction?" Was all he could say.