Chapter 953: He Calls Himself Yan Xuanzi

For the various races of Wanggu, the Holy Lands hold many meanings.

There is hope, there is hatred, and in the end, these have blended into something complex.

If time were to continue flowing like this, perhaps after an even longer span, the various races' perception of the Holy Lands would eventually fade, until they were forgotten.

But no one expected that the Holy Lands... would suddenly return one after another over this past year or so, bringing war along with them.

The flames of war are poisonous, spreading across Wanggu.

Confusion, anger, unwillingness, killing intent, and the resentment accumulated over tens of thousands of years—these various emotional fluctuations are rising in the hearts of all the races of Wanggu.

Back then, you left, taking away your elites and your hope.

Now, you return, high and mighty, sending war back to us.

Thus, the counterattack from the various races of Wanggu, under the call of the powerful clans of the East, West, South, and North, began to erupt.

Each region has its own way of doing things.

In some areas, it is total war; for a time, divine abilities filled the air, and techniques were overwhelming.

In other areas, it is defense, controlling the scale of the war.

As for the East, the focus is on maintaining the initiative and rhythm; almost the moment those four Profound-level Holy Lands descended wrapped in heavenly fire, ninety-nine pillars of light shot up into the sky from all over the East.

They formed a peerless grand array, gathering the power of numerous tribes and coordinating with foreign substances to shroud the East of Wanggu, including Nanhuangzhou and the inner sea between them.

This cut off the return path for those expelled Yellow-level Holy Lands and drew a boundary between heaven and earth.

It forced these four Profound-level Holy Lands to hover outside the defensive perimeter.

At the same time, foreign substances were used as an important means for the East of Wanggu, spreading them across the firmament to invade the Holy Lands.

Following this, the three gods of Yanyue and the Empress appeared, coordinating with the Profound Heaven Immortal Treasure and the Sun of Dawn prepared by the human race for the war, to launch a peak battle against the Great Emperors of these four Holy Lands.

This battle lasted for seven days.

During these seven days, the firmament was in chaos, and that scene of an abstract painting appeared once again, covering the sky.

The world found it hard to understand, and the outcome was unknown; they only knew that after seven days, the three gods returned and went into seclusion, while the Empress seemed as if everything were normal.

As for the Great Emperors of the four Holy Lands, it was impossible to judge, but in the subsequent war, these four Great Emperors, like the three gods, never appeared again.

Just like that, a month passed.

With the initiative held by Yanyue and the human race, small-scale wars continued to unfold.

Although there were occasionally some Holy Land cultivators who used special methods to break into the Eastern array, attempting to destroy the array eyes, they were tracked down and killed one after another by the special teams formed by the various Eastern races.

Among them, Feng Lintao made many contributions.

Half a month ago, he finally arrived in the human territory, exposed his identity, and sought an audience with the Empress.

But the Empress did not summon him immediately; instead, she arranged for him to join an Eastern special team, participating in the battle to hunt down intruders.

It must be said that in order to obtain protection, Feng Lintao gave his all; the number of intruders he found on his own was nearly several dozen.

When it came to taking action, he was even more ruthless, killing his own kind with extreme viciousness.

Moreover, every time he made a kill, he would cut off the opponent's head and tie it to his waist, so that in the end, those heads were densely packed like a skirt, and every time he appeared, it was a shocking sight to those who saw him.

Finally, through his efforts, half a month later, he was granted an audience with the Empress.

At this moment, standing solemnly outside the main hall of the human Imperial Capital, his eyes revealed fanaticism and excitement, yet his heart was cold.

"During this time, I have heard too much about this human Empress..."

"She changed her cultivation to become a god, using her female form to seize the momentum of the successive Human Emperors to build her own divine platform."

"This Empress is not simple... However, the less simple a person is, the more confident they are, and such a person... from a certain perspective, is more suitable as the backup plan I have prepared for myself."

Feng Lintao muttered in his heart, then lowered his head to look at his skirt of human heads.

These were his initial credentials for defection.

Defecting to the human race was a choice he had made after deep deliberation, and it was also the only way he had analyzed to finally escape his predicament.

"But next, I still need to prove my value and prove that I am indeed sincere in my defection."

Feng Lintao narrowed his eyes; he knew that for a god, the things he was thinking about were easy to investigate.

And in fact, this was something he did deliberately.

As he pondered, a calm voice came from the human imperial palace hall in front of him.

"Summon Feng Lintao to enter the hall for an audience."

Upon hearing these words, Feng Lintao's expression became serious. After bowing deeply toward the hall, he stepped forward.

The moment he stepped into the hall, he saw that there were over a hundred human cultivators inside, divided into four rows, all staring at him.

And at the very front were layers of huge steps with numerous seats; that was where the Heavenly Marquises were, and further up was the place of the Heavenly Kings.

At the top, on a vast imperial throne, the Empress sat calmly with an expressionless face.

Beside her stood a person obediently, wearing the Crown Prince's robe; it was Ning Yan.

After being named Crown Prince, every time there was a court session, he would stand beside the Human Emperor; the purpose was not to learn how to handle government affairs, but to observe—this was his mother's requirement for him.

At this moment, he was observing this first Holy Land cultivator to defect to the human race.

"Feng Lintao pays respects to the Lixia Human Emperor!"

Feng Lintao withdrew his gaze and bowed toward the Empress without hesitation. When he raised his head again, his right hand reached out and tugged at his body.

Those dozens of heads were taken down and placed to the side.

"Your Majesty, these are the credentials I offer for my defection. Among them are some who were descendants of great families in the Holy Lands, and their status was not low."

"But I know that this alone is not enough to prove my sincerity."

"So I have also prepared two pieces of confidential information!"

"First, the Moyu Holy Land was not a Profound-level Holy Land a thousand years ago, but the weakest Earth-level Holy Land. Therefore, the Great Emperor in the Holy Land was not one, but two!"

"Until a thousand years ago, the Moyu Ancestor, who was at the peak of the Great Emperor realm, attempted to break through his quasi-immortal state and enter the Xia Immortal realm but failed. His body withered and his soul dissipated, and after leaving behind his inheritance, he went into a death-seclusion."

"Thus, the Moyu Holy Land fell accordingly and became a Profound-level one."

"But there are rumors that this Moyu Ancestor seems to still have the possibility of recovery; I ask Your Majesty to be on guard."

Feng Lintao's voice echoed in the hall, and the expressions of those around him changed. Feng Lintao paused, waited for a moment, and then spoke again.

"Second, it is about why all the Holy Lands have returned."

The moment he said this, it instantly attracted all eyes.

Amidst the gathering of these many gazes, Feng Lintao steadied his mind and spoke in a low voice.

"There are three purposes!"

"One, they are truly leaving, so they prepared to return before they go to scavenge all the resources they can carry away!"

"Two, they need to conduct a blood sacrifice, and it is to obtain more resources that the war exists."

"Three, they were ordered to come!"

"As for who ordered them, it was not the Xuanyou Ancient Emperor."

"In fact, the Ancient Emperor disappeared mysteriously twenty thousand years ago, and then the Holy Lands fell into masterless chaos, until two thousand years ago, when an ancient Xia Immortal who had once left Wanggu returned!"

His voice echoed, and the hearts of everyone in the human hall suddenly roared.

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This news was too massive.

Especially since it involved an ancient Xia Immortal, the first reaction of everyone was filled with horror and disbelief.

"This Xia Immortal's name is not something I am qualified to know given my status, but I have heard rumors from some secret places... It is said that this returned Xia Immortal's cultivation has reached the extreme of the Xia Immortal realm, and has even surpassed it, reaching an unimaginable realm."

"Some say that this realm is the level of the Huangtian God Emperor from back then, equivalent to a God Lord above the True Gods among the gods; in the cultivator's system, it is named the Immortal Lord!"

"But his realm seems unstable, which is why this Holy Land return occurred. He demanded that all Holy Lands find items in Wanggu that could stabilize his realm. As for the blood sacrifice, it was to summon this item!"

"The more blood sacrificed, the more accurate the summoning. As for what the specific item is, I do not know."

"But I am certain of one thing, and that is that this half-step Immortal Lord has found a way to allow people to avoid the blockade of the Remnant Face for a short time and leave the Wanggu Continent."

"This is also one of the reasons why the Holy Lands dared to descend."

Feng Lintao's voice echoed, and the human hall emitted bursts of gasps. Even though everyone had sufficient composure, the information Feng Lintao revealed was too shocking.

Even Ning Yan had rapid breathing and looked at his mother, the Empress, many times.

Everything around him was reflected in Feng Lintao's eyes, and seeing this, he was satisfied in his heart.

He was indeed not lying; what he said was all true.

He believed that what he had said was enough to prove his defection, and next, he knew that his actions still needed a logic.

That is, why he wanted to defect to the human race.

Thinking of this, Feng Lintao cupped his fists again and bowed once more to the Empress, whose expression had not changed much from beginning to end.

"Your Majesty, the reason Feng is so frank and tells you everything is because the Moyu Holy Land is unrighteous. Within it, there are two of my mortal enemies. One is named Ming Dong; this woman is vicious and extremely cunning, and she is my sworn enemy."

"The other is named Lan Yao, who is also snake-hearted. Her family is one of the five great families in the Moyu Holy Land, and as for her husband, he is the closed-door disciple of that Moyu Ancestor who went into death-seclusion."

"And because my bloodline is impure in the Moyu Holy Land, I am not valued, and having offended them, it is equivalent to offending most of the Holy Land. Their pursuit of me has been continuous."

"Therefore, I defected to the human race!"

"Your Majesty, what I have said is not without proof. My conflict with Ming Dong and Lan Yao has been witnessed by two human cultivators. Based on my feeling, these two are definitely not simple characters and should have quite a reputation among the human race!"

After Feng Lintao finished speaking, he looked at the Empress.

Most of the people in the hall were solemn at this moment, also looking at the Empress.

The Empress remained calm and spoke lightly.

"What are the names of the human cultivators you mentioned who know of this cause and effect?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Lintao spoke immediately.

"One of them calls himself Yan Xuanzi, and the other is his senior brother. However, I think these should be fake names. As for their true identities... Feng has luckily gained some knowledge during this time."

"One of them calls himself Yan Xuanzi, and the other is his senior brother, though I suspect these are aliases; as for their true identities... I have been fortunate enough to gain some understanding of them during this time."

After speaking, he waved his hand, forming two illusory images.

One was a tall, upright figure in a blue robe, with eyes like stars and a peerless appearance.

The other was also in a blue robe, but with an ordinary appearance and a somewhat lecherous expression.

Clearly, Feng Lintao felt even more hatred from the bottom of his heart toward the latter, who had feigned death while being carried by him the whole way and then snatched the Sacred Heaven Divine Vine at the critical moment.

At this moment, seeing these two illusory images, everyone in the great hall wore strange expressions, and Ning Yan’s eyes widened.

"So, Your Majesty, you only need to question these two to know the truth of what I have said."

Feng Lintao took a deep breath and spoke calmly.

On the Primitive Sea, Chen Erniu sneezed.

"It must be some unruly people gossiping about me!"

Chen Erniu’s eyes had already healed; he lay on the magic boat, speaking with suspicion.

Xu Qing ignored him, closing his eyes to meditate on the side, cultivating while checking the changes in his own body.

The divine source within him was a bit more concentrated than when he had first set sail, and the same was true for his divine power, with its brilliance having increased.

All of this was the lingering effect of the meat skewers he had eaten.

The meat of the Age Ruins was naturally extraordinary.

And the most astonishing improvement was to his soul.

The density of his soul had surged several times over, and this nourishment was

still continuing.

His spiritual sense had also surged as a result, and his sense of the divine grew increasingly intense.

Besides this, the compatibility between his soul and his physical body after the improvement was naturally more harmonious.

"The same goes for my combat power."

After a long while, Xu Qing finished his day’s cultivation, opened his eyes, and looked up toward the direction of the Inner Sea.

"Almost there."

Xu Qing murmured.

In this past month, the two of them had traveled at full speed, piloting this magic boat back; although they encountered some dangers along the way, whether it was because their luck had improved, the blessing Yu Liuchen had given before leaving, or some other reason.

In any case, their journey back was quite smooth.

At this moment, they were less than half a day’s journey from the Inner Sea.

Upon realizing they were about to return to the Inner Sea, Chen Erniu also began to tidy himself up; he clearly still cared about his image. Although the hair all over his body could not be cut, Chen Erniu’s way of thinking was different from ordinary people, as was his talent.

He had actually woven those black hairs one by one into a coat that looked like fur armor. Watching Chen Erniu’s actions, a sense of admiration rose in Xu Qing’s heart.

Just like that, several hours later, at the boundary between the Inner Sea and the Outer Sea, as the black mist churned, the boat they were on passed directly through.

The moment they stepped into the Inner Sea, a force from a formation suddenly spread out, sweeping over them before dissipating, allowing Xu Qing and Chen Erniu to enter the Inner Sea smoothly.

The sunlight was bright.

The sea breeze was also relatively gentle.

In the firmament, amidst churning clouds and mist, a vast figure like an eagle or a phoenix whistled over from afar, instantly approaching and transforming into Huang Yan, who stood on the surface of the sea, looking at Xu Qing with resentment.

"You’re finally back. I promised Senior Sister I would bring you back, but you kept disappearing. Xu Qing, this makes me lose face in front of Senior Sister."

Hearing this, a smile appeared on Xu Qing’s face.

Huang Yan stepped onto the magic boat, his gaze falling on Chen Erniu, his expression surprised.

"How did you end up with a sweater after a trip to the sea? What do you call it when a cow grows hair? A yak?"

"What would an old bird like you know? Have you ever been to the Outer Sea? Let me tell you, this is the most popular fashion among the various races of the Outer Sea!"

Huang Yan’s eyes widened, and he waved his hand. The next instant, a storm roared in front of Chen Erniu, wrapping around his body and sending him tens of thousands of miles away.

"Peace at last."

Huang Yan grinned.

"Let’s go, Xu Qing, we’re going home!"

"Also, Senior Sister asked me to tell you… there are quite a few people waiting for you."

Speaking of this, Huang Yan coughed.

"Women..."

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