Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 1597: Chapter 985: True Sun Fire, Molten Rock Divine General

“Where did you come from?”

These are Jie Dan Spirit Objects!

Kou Ta said somewhat sheepishly, “We snatched it after entering the array.”

Yang Zhenshan suddenly realized that although their target at that time was the Nine-striped Bodhi Tree, after snatching the tree, the four of them fought separately for a moment.

Unexpectedly, in such a short moment, these two managed to grab such a good thing.

In terms of value, the Heart Burning Fruit is naturally not comparable to the Nine-striped Bodhi Seed, but it is also a rare Jie Dan Spirit Object.

Yang Zhenshan smiled at the corner of his mouth, “I’ll hold onto it first, and we’ll distribute them once we get out!”

What pleased him wasn’t obtaining the Heart Burning Fruit, but that Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu voluntarily handed it over to him.

This was Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu’s recognition and trust in him.

Kou Ta chuckled foolishly, “Let Yang Pill Master keep it, we’re not afraid of it being snatched away!”

Hong Fuxiu changed the topic, “Yang Pill Master, where are we going next?”

Yang Zhenshan stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then opened the sealed cave entrance and walked out.

Gazing at the still gray sky, he murmured softly, “At most, there’s six days left!”

The Sun Cave Heaven is vast, with many treasures left behind.

Although the four of them have gained quite a lot, compared to the treasures left within the whole Sun Cave Heaven, their gains are just a small part.

Of the twelve palaces and halls, they’ve only visited one palace and one hall, and of the numerous grottoes of ancient cultivators, they’ve found only one.

Though the competition among everyone is lively now, in reality, a large amount of treasures are still buried within this Grotto Heaven.

This is a feast, and now is merely the appetizer of this feast. When the Sun Cave Heaven completely falls, it will be the most lively and sumptuous part of the feast.

At that time, Yang Zhenshan certainly won’t have the qualifications to sit at the table to get a share.

Therefore, these six days are their last chance.

Just as Yang Zhenshan was thinking of going to that palace, a dull rumble suddenly rolled in from the north.

Rumble——

It’s as if the earth veins were stirred by a giant hand, black stones began rolling down at his feet, and the sky shook off a few scorched clouds. Yang Zhenshan quickly stabilized his stance, his knuckles turning white from exertion. Kou Ta and Hong Fuxiu’s faces paled, their gazes fixed dead onto the northern horizon.

There, at the center of the Sea of Scorching Sun, a red gold pillar of light shot into the sky, surrounded by countless tongues of fire that transformed into innumerable phantom images of the Golden Crow, scattering sparks across the sky as they flapped their wings. The air became suddenly hot, even the spiritual power started to agitate, as if it were about to ignite.

“It’s True Sun Fire!”

Yang Zhenshan shouted softly, sharp lights burst from his eyes. At the top of the light pillar, a mass of golden flames was taking shape, its core pure white, burning the surrounding void into distortion.

Around the light pillar, massive figures slowly emerged from the rolling lava.

These giant figures, resembling mountains, moved with a heavy pressure; even though separated by a hundred miles, Yang Zhenshan could still feel the overwhelming sense of oppression pressing in.

“Molten Rock Divine General!”

Nearly ten meters tall, their bodies seemed to be cast from obsidian, every inch of skin was embedded with flowing lava veins, like red gold blood flowing beneath the stone surface. Their heads resembled a blend of lion and dragon, with a rhombus-shaped fire crystal embedded on their foreheads, eyes blazing with white flames, spewing golden-red sparks with every breath.

On their shoulders, they carried giant axes forged from molten rock, the axe blades shimmering with flowing firelight, the axe handles entwined with dragon-shaped magma chains. Their backs bore seven ridges, each ridge exhaling flames a few inches high, flickering and fading with their breathing.

Every step they took caused the earth below to explode with circular fire patterns, a red gold aura spread from their bodies, even the air crackled with the heat.

Yang Zhenshan looked at those twelve divine generals, an involuntary twitch pulling at his eye corners.

“Damn, are those puppets?”

He couldn’t help but curse inwardly.

The Golden Crow once mentioned that the Sea of Scorching Sun had twelve Molten Rock Divine Generals, and at the time, Yang Zhenshan hadn’t paid much mind to these puppets; he thought they were just puppets, not people, how strong could they be!

But he overlooked one thing, which is that when the Golden Crow talked about its former master, he said the Molten Rock Divine Generals were mighty puppets.

The former master of the Golden Crow Eight Trigrams Furnace was a Golden Core Cultivator.

Even a Golden Core Cultivator said they were powerful puppets, how could a Foundation Establishment Cultivator handle them!

Watching the distant rolling lava and disaster, feeling the scorching heat waves as if attempting to melt through the heavens.

“Run!”

Yang Zhenshan shouted softly, his toes tapping on the charred rocks, his form leaping into the air, darting southwards.

Hong Fuxiu and Kou Ta reacted swiftly too; they didn’t even need Yang Zhenshan’s prompting as both of them rose into the air. They kept several meters apart, fleeing quickly through the breaking space desperately.

With every move of the Molten Rock Divine Generals’ red gold lava bodies, burning stone fragments constantly fell down. As it lifted its hand towards the void, a ten-meter wave suddenly rose from the surrounding lava river, the red molten rock surged like a living creature in all directions. Wherever it passed, the blackened rocks instantly melted into molten iron, the earth cracked open with web-like crevices, scalding steam hissed and spurted.

Scorching heat waves fanned out diffusely, even across a hundred miles, people’s skin could still feel the piercing pain of burning. Yang Zhenshan and his companions only felt as if their backs were being licked by fierce flames.

Buzz buzz…

Excruciating buzzing noises sounded behind them, numerous lava pillars suddenly shot up from the scorched earth, their tops supporting rolling fireballs, densely packed like stars crashing down. The stones became powder in mid-air, even the air scorched as it let out explosive pops.