Chapter 260

Chapter 260: Clan Treasure

Zhang Yang did not waste time with words.

Arguing with them was pointless.

Without hesitation, he turned away, and returned to the central area of the Realm of Thunder.

First, Zhang Yang drew upon lightning, directly destroying the Dark Demon Sparrow pattern on his left arm.

Then, he sat down and began cultivating.

Wasting time on idle activities was not an option.

In such a peerless sacred land, how could he afford to let this opportunity go to waste?

He chose to focus on understanding the palm print of the Realm of Thunder, striving to further perfect Slaughter Thunder Saint Power.

This was a time-consuming process.

The original Diamond Dragon Holy Power had been gradually refined using the Holy Bell of a Thousand Powers. Although he later achieved its fully developed form, it still contained many flaws that required continuous improvement.

This time, he would proceed with even greater caution, seeking true understanding rather than mere repetition.

Naturally, with the foundation of the fully developed Diamond Dragon Holy Power, his comprehension process was no longer as difficult as before.

Especially the palm print of the Realm of Thunder—it was mysterious and unfathomable.

Even now, having only scratched the surface of Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, he could already sense the profound mysteries contained within this palm print. It was deep and complex, as if he had barely touched its true essence.

This filled him with excitement.

The palm print of the Realm of Thunder would surely allow him to make rapid progress in Slaughter Thunder Saint Power, further deepening his understanding of the saint path.

So, he practiced patiently.

No matter how much Yilie, Su Baishi, and Ying Wuji ridiculed him or resorted to cruel tactics, they failed to shake Zhang Yang in the slightest.

It was as if he did not hear them at all.

This made the three of them restless.

Watching Zhang Yang hold the Great Path Sacred Fruit—the ultimate treasure that could free them from their predestined limitations and elevate them to the saint level of the vast world, along with numerous other holy treasures, how could they not feel anxious?

The three even grew desperate, summoning the thunder path practitioners from their forces to attempt an assault on Zhang Yang.

However, the moment these so-called thunder path martial artists took even half a step forward, they were instantly struck down, unable to approach him at all.

After losing over ten men, they were forced to abandon their efforts.

Yilie scowled fiercely. "I refuse to believe you can keep wasting time like this."

He sat down as well, staring intently.

The other two followed his lead.

They showed no concern for the ongoing battle at Green Sparrow Palace, even as screams echoed and blood flowed ceaselessly.

Their eyes were fixed only on the Great Path Sacred Fruit and Zhang Yang.

Before they knew it, half a day had passed.

Zhang Yang remained focused, continuing to comprehend the palm print of the Realm of Thunder and making significant gains.

The battle at Green Sparrow Palace raged on.

Yilie and the other two remained seated, fixated on Zhang Yang.

Meanwhile, within the Forbidden Land, an intense disturbance suddenly arose.

This caught their attention.

The Forbidden Land was a unique place, seemingly isolated from heaven and earth.

Inside, it appeared desolate.

Those trapped within had great difficulty escaping due to the seals in place.

Suddenly, as space twisted, a middle-aged man emerged from the desolate area.

His aura was robust, not at all inferior to that of Yilie and the others.

He was undoubtedly a Great Boundless Perfect Stage cultivator.

The demonic intent radiating from him made his identity unmistakable.

Yilie and the others rose to meet him.

The man was modest, quickly stepping forward and cupping his fists in greeting.

"I am the clan leader of the Sparrow King Clan," he introduced himself.

The Sparrow King Clan was essentially a unified faction of the sparrow demon race within the Forbidden Land. They had renamed themselves, though outsiders refused to acknowledge it, still referring to them as the Demon Sparrow Clan.

However, Yilie and the others needed his help.

Thus, they even respectfully addressed him as the Sparrow King.

The arrival of the Sparrow King stirred Zhang Yang.

He halted his cultivation and looked over coldly.

Only the Sparrow King had arrived. Prince Sparrow was nowhere to be seen.

Yilie spoke first. "Sparrow King, do you have a way to bring that little brat out?"

The Sparrow King smiled. "Of course. I brought this."

He held out a pearl the size of a fist.

At a glance, the pearl appeared ordinary, with no visible trace of its extraordinary nature.

Yilie narrowed his eyes. "What is this?"

The Sparrow King replied, "This is an eye left behind by one of my ancestors who failed to attain the Immortal Path."

Yilie and the others were taken aback.

A failed attempt at the Immortal Path?

This meant the pearl came from before the Eternal Night, suggesting that it might contain secrets related to the Immortal Path itself.

The Sparrow King continued, "This pearl is also the foundation of my Sparrow King Clan’s standing within the Forbidden Land. It is our Clan Treasure."

Yilie and the others could not hide their delight.

The Sparrow King’s expression remained calm.

"The Clan Treasure cannot be used lightly," he said. "Even as clan leader, I require the permission of the elders before doing so."

He paused, then added, "So I have come with sincerity… but I wonder…"

He deliberately left the sentence unfinished.

Yilie, Su Baishi, and Ying Wuji exchanged glances—

The old foxes immediately understood the Sparrow King’s unspoken message.

"Sparrow King, rest assured. Our lives were already saved by Prince Sparrow, and we will never forget this debt of gratitude. Now that you are using such a priceless clan treasure to assist us, we are even more grateful," Yilie said. "I promise that once we return, we will do everything in our power to convince all the Saint-level forces in the Southern Region to lift the seals on the Forbidden Land. Moreover, we will fully support you in establishing the demon race within the Southern Region."

The Sparrow King smiled but said nothing.

Yilie continued, "Of course, we are only elders, so claiming that we can guarantee this might be an exaggeration. However, the Sparrow King must have noticed that our ascension to sainthood is only a matter of time. Once we become saints, our words will carry true weight. Therefore, I swear upon my martial path that as long as you help us capture that little brat Zhang Yang, we will make every effort to lift the seals on the Forbidden Land."

"I, too, swear upon it," Su Baishi added.

Ying Wuji nodded in agreement.

The two swiftly made their oaths.

For them, the urgency was immense.

The longer they delayed, the more people would arrive, and the greater the uncertainty of whether the Great Path Sacred Fruit would ultimately fall into their hands.

They needed to act quickly.

Every condition had to be accepted.

The Sparrow King laughed heartily. "Good. I believe in the sincerity of the three of you."

Yilie and the others gathered around the Sparrow King as they approached the Realm of Thunder.

"Little brat, when I catch you, I will make you wish you were dead," Yilie sneered. "Then I will behead you in front of Yi Ren Zui, proving that I have always been right."

Zhang Yang had long seen through his facade and paid him no mind.

Instead, his focus remained on the pearl in the Sparrow King’s hand.

Could this truly resolve the situation?

He felt somewhat skeptical.

This place was too unique. The killing thunder he had evoked only carried traces of Holy Might, while the true Holy Lightning remained buried underground, unable to be fully triggered.

Was it because his killing thunder wasn’t strong enough?

His eyes remained cold as he watched.

The Sparrow King dripped a drop of his blood into the pearl.

In an instant, the pearl burst forth with a brilliant light, revealing a fearsome holy beast, a demon sparrow, as if it had emerged from the primordial chaos.

Its presence exuded overwhelming Holy Might, surging through the pearl and forcing Yilie and the others back.

The pearl began to rise slowly.

The Sparrow King brought his hands together, fingers aligned and crossed, before suddenly thrusting them forward.

He fully unleashed his power, merging it with his unique demon race intent and special bloodline, transforming his energy into a beam of light that pierced into the pearl.

Buzz!

The pearl quivered, releasing a terrifying surge of Holy Might that caused the lightning within the Realm of Thunder to retreat.

Yilie and the others could not contain their excitement.