Chapter 306: 306. Chapter 303: Driving Away the God Race

306. Chapter 303: Driving Away the God Race

Four guards came over together with Qi Xinyue, standing guard on either side of her.

If Ding Huan had not seen a pool of clarity in her eyes, he would even have suspected whether the person before him was really Qi Xinyue.

When they had parted back then, the two of them had clearly agreed that she would wait for Ding Huan to come.

Now there was no joy of surprise in her eyes, no astonishment, and no other emotion of any kind.

"Ding Huan..." Only after a long while did Qi Xinyue call out a single line.

No longer "husband," and no longer "Xiaotu," but Ding Huan.

Ding Huan stared coldly at Qi Xinyue:

"You are not Qi Xinyue. Tell me, what happened to Xinyue? If you don't speak the truth, today I will crush every ant of the God Race to death."

Qi Xinyue remained very calm:

"I am simply no longer the Qi Xinyue from before. Because my master and my mother are both here waiting for me, besides being Qi Xinyue, I am also a member of the God Race."

"You've changed your cultivation art?" Ding Huan could see very clearly that Qi Xinyue was no longer cultivating the Meridian Sense Scripture he had taught her.

"I am a God Race cultivator, so naturally I must cultivate God Race arts." Qi Xinyue's answer was still very calm.

To say nothing of the joy of a long-awaited reunion, even strangers speaking to each other would not be so cold.

Ding Huan looked at the woman before him, both familiar and strange. Between him and Qi Xinyue there had been no solemn vows of eternal love, nor a slow, imperceptible falling into love.

It was rather a resonance of souls at the end of the road, the sole companion on a lonely path.

In the vast, boundless universe, everywhere was filled with a cold aura; only the two of them depended on each other to survive.

When cultivation could no longer continue, the loneliness and solitude deep in their bones could not be driven away.

So they chose to become companions, because they did not know where tomorrow lay, nor whether the next moment would be their final resting place.

If they had found the Four Directions Star Land any later, they would already have become husband and wife, married amid the vast, boundless starry sky.

Ding Huan drew a breath and asked slowly, "Do you still remember the words you once spoke?"

Qi Xinyue said indifferently, "What words from before? Those were merely the foolish talk of a child who didn't understand — how could they be taken seriously?"

Ding Huan spread his hand, and the Parting Spear appeared in his palm:

"Today, if you don't hand over Qi Xinyue, or tell me the truth of the matter, the God Race ends here."

Killing intent, following the thrust of Ding Huan's Parting Spear, instantly swept over this entire space.

Ding Huan could be certain that the Qi Xinyue before him was not the Qi Xinyue who had called him husband.

Even though they had become companions on a lonely path, Qi Xinyue would never be so cold.

He had been together with Qi Xinyue for a long time, and he understood that Qi Xinyue was the kind of woman who appeared very calm on the outside, but once she made up her mind, was extremely steadfast within.

Yet he also had a very eerie feeling — that the body of this Qi Xinyue before him was still the Qi Xinyue he knew.

In the process of his deduction, Qi Xinyue had not been body-snatched either, and precisely because of this he felt it eerie.

"Ding Huan, Xinyue is my daughter. Would I not know that she is standing right before you?" The beautiful woman who had come with Qi Xinyue could not help stepping forward.

Ding Huan paid her no heed, and said to the people behind him, "Leave not a single one of the God Race alive. Kill them all."

After saying these words, Ding Huan's Parting Spear had already swept out first.

"Puh! Puh!" Four bursts of blood mist exploded, and all four women by Qi Xinyue's side were killed.

Even Qi Xinyue herself was blasted away under the killing momentum of Ding Huan's Parting Spear. This was because Ding Huan had not intended to kill her; otherwise she would already have been slain by Ding Huan just like those guard women.

Fu Qijian and the others simultaneously summoned their magic treasures.

"Sect Leader Ding, wait — I'll speak." The middle-aged beautiful woman panicked and called out urgently.

Ding Huan stopped, staring coldly at this middle-aged beautiful woman: "You still have one chance."

"Ding Huan, have you no gratitude toward me at all?" Qi Xinyue finally showed a somewhat sorrowful look.

Ding Huan stared disdainfully at Qi Xinyue: "You can't even act the part properly, and you dare imitate Xinyue? Pah, trash."

Hearing Ding Huan call her trash, a flash of fury passed through Qi Xinyue's eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.

Qi Xinyue's mother quickly stepped in front of her and said earnestly to Ding Huan:

"Xinyue hasn't changed — she's right before your eyes. It's just that Xinyue has always been the Holy Maiden of our God Race. Back then we were being hunted by people from the Zhan God Continent, so we could only seal Xinyue's Primordial Spirit and take her away..."

Ding Huan's gaze turned cold, and his killing intent surged.

The beautiful woman hurriedly continued:

"Ding Huan, don't misunderstand. Xinyue has always been the Holy Maiden of our God Race. The God Race Holy Maiden must undergo seven cycles of reincarnation before she can cultivate the God Race's foremost treasure scripture, the Seven-Turn Divine Dao Art.

It's just that when Xinyue was undergoing her sixth reincarnation, our God Race suffered a great catastrophe. I fled while pregnant with Xinyue, and in the end I ended up stranded on Zhan God Star.

Because we had left the God Race's Divine Mist Pool, the holy fetus became somewhat tainted, and after Xinyue was born, she had an extra divine soul..."

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At this point, the beautiful woman did not want to continue, but upon glancing at the killing intent in Ding Huan's eyes, she could only keep going:

"When we could no longer stay on Zhan God Continent either, and Xinyue's master and I had no ability to take Xinyue away, we could only rely on a forbidden God Race art to take Xinyue's true sixth-reincarnation divine soul away..."

Without the beautiful woman needing to continue, Ding Huan already understood what had happened.

No wonder Qi Xinyue had said that when she emerged from the cultivation valley, neither her master nor her mother had come looking for her.

That Holy Maiden Qi Xinyue was devoted to cultivation, and naturally would not leave her master's and mother's side.

When Qi Xinyue's master and mother had to flee, they could not take Qi Xinyue with them, so they could only strip away Qi Xinyue's sixth-reincarnation divine soul and take it.

The Qi Xinyue left behind was a different divine soul.

Originally Qi Xinyue's master and mother had intended to let Qi Xinyue fend for herself, but they never expected Ding Huan to actually bring Qi Xinyue to the Triple Heaven Star Land, and back to them once more.

So they merged Qi Xinyue's sixth-reincarnation divine soul back into Qi Xinyue.

Clearly, it is now Qi Xinyue's sixth-reincarnation divine soul that holds dominance, which is why she is so disgusted with him.

Ding Huan's gaze fell on Qi Xinyue's mother, filled with contempt.

This woman truly embodies shamelessness to the fullest.

If not for his great computational art, he might truly have believed this woman's departure from the Divine Mist Pool caused Qi Xinyue's dual soul.

In truth, this woman bore the Sacred Maiden of the Divine Clan, yet could not endure loneliness and entangled herself with other men.

She is the true culprit behind Qi Xinyue's dual soul.

"I will separate the six-life reincarnation divine soul fused within her and take it away. I spare your Divine Clan once." Ding Huan stared at the beautiful woman and said.

The beautiful woman's face turned pale; she shook her head:

"If I could, I would do it immediately. But this forbidden technique of separating and fusing divine souls can only be performed once. If done again, Xinyue's soul will be utterly annihilated, with no chance of survival."

Ding Huan clenched his fist; he knew she spoke the truth.

If he could, he would kill this six-life reincarnation Sacred Maiden ten thousand times—but he could not.

Killing her would be equivalent to killing the true Qi Xinyue.

Ding Huan walked slowly toward Qi Xinyue, who had been swept aside by him.

The Sacred Maiden's eyes revealed fear; she feared Ding Huan would kill her.

The cultivation of the Seven-Transformation Divine Dao Art is not about dying and being reborn—it is about reincarnation during cultivation.

She has one more reincarnation left, and then she will truly reach the seventh transformation of the Seven-Transformation Divine Dao Art.

Once she reaches the seventh transformation, her future will stretch like starry skies and boundless oceans, with not a single obstacle remaining.

Ding Huan stepped before Qi Xinyue and suddenly raised his hand, slapping her chest.

A single drop of pure heartblood was drawn out by Ding Huan, sealed, and sent into his Star Chamber.

The weaving clasp of this Star Chamber was made by Qi Xinyue using her protective talisman; today, he took one drop of her heartblood—perhaps one day he would need it.

Seeing that Ding Huan had not killed their Sacred Maiden, San Yan Kushen and the beautiful woman both exhaled in relief.

After taking Qi Xinyue's heartblood, Ding Huan stared at her for several full minutes before turning to San Yan Kushen and speaking coldly:

"Provide sufficient compensation, or not a single person from your Divine Clan will leave. Remember—I give you only one chance. If I am unsatisfied with this single compensation, I will not let you offer it again, because I will take it myself."

San Yan Kushen felt Ding Huan's intense killing intent deep in his bones; it seemed Ding Huan would never feel at ease unless he slaughtered every last person of his Divine Clan.

He suspected Ding Huan's demand for compensation was merely an excuse.

If his compensation were even slightly less, Ding Huan would unleash a massacre.

The fact that he had killed nearly all of his Divine Clan's Earth Immortals and Human Immortals without blinking was proof.

Taking a deep breath, San Yan Kushen handed Ding Huan a small wooden sliver, no longer than a finger:

"Lord Ding, this is all the accumulated wealth of our Divine Clan. If you are still unsatisfied, we can only let you kill us."

Ding Huan seized the wooden sliver and swiftly shattered its seals with his divine sense.

Feeling his own seals collapse under Ding Huan's touch in less than a few breaths, San Yan Kushen's spirit trembled again.

When Ding Huan's divine sense saw the space within the sliver and its contents, he drew in a sharp breath.

At that moment, he could only marvel: the poor could never imagine what true wealth truly was.

Exquisite spiritual veins, high-grade spiritual veins, starlight spiritual veins—all piled into mountains.

He even saw two earthfire veins, one of them an exquisite earthfire vein.

Ding Huan showed no expression, merely tucked the wooden sliver away and looked at the anxious San Yan Kushen:

"Take all your Divine Clan members and leave the Third Heaven Star Continent. You have one hour. Exceed it, and you will be executed without mercy."

"Lord Ding, our Divine Clan has twenty to thirty thousand people—how can we possibly leave in one hour…"

San Yan Kushen realized his words were cut short—Ding Huan had already turned and walked away.

He knew Ding Huan truly intended to slaughter every last person of his Divine Clan; otherwise, he would not have used such an excuse.

Ding Huan was not making an excuse—he had calculated that the Divine Clan had a way to depart the Third Heaven Star Continent in the shortest possible time.

Indeed, upon seeing Ding Huan turn away, San Yan Kushen immediately rushed back and used his array flags to open a sealed space.

Seeing what lay within the space, even Ding Huan was stunned.

Everyone around Ding Huan was likewise stunned by the sight.

Before them appeared a colossal warship.