Chapter 1398: The Immortal Gate Is Threatened Once More

Here at the Void Spirit Abyss, the many powers of the Ancient God Domain were, for the first time, united on a single matter — joining forces to breach the Heaven-Hiding Pavilion. Dozens of Dao Merging Divine Monarchs gathered together, and the power they amassed was simply too terrifying.

Their alliance had begun over a thousand years ago, and now, even the sect-suppressing treasure of the Ancient God Dao above Dao Merging could no longer stop them.

Just then, the Jiudaxian Sect of the Ancient God Domain all stopped at the same time.

"This should be enough."

"If we open any more, you gentlemen might obtain the inheritance above Dao Merging before we do — that would be disadvantageous for us."

Divine Monarch Tianyun withdrew his hand and said lightly.

"No, it's still not enough."

"Fellow Daoist Tianyun."

Divine Monarch Weaving-Heaven Spider God furrowed his brow: "Not even the slightest crack has been opened, and the Yama Hell Equal-King Yin-Yang Reversal Grand Array remains unbroken."

"If a few of you wish to leave, why not leave together? Those fellow Daoists from the Nine Spirit Domain are acquaintances of ours as well — perfect for catching up."

"Quite right, let's go together."

The Dao Merging Divine Monarchs of the surrounding Monster God Sect and Ten Thousand Races Alliance wore cold expressions, their auras gradually merging into one, making their intent unmistakably clear — no division had appeared among them.

"Fellow Daoists, please do not be hasty."

"This poor Daoist has not yet finished speaking."

Divine Monarch Tianyun said with a faint smile: "The Yama Hell Equal-King Yin-Yang Reversal Grand Array is a secret transmission of the Ancient God Dao. Many Dao soldiers have inherited it, but only they hold mastery over an eighth-tier grand array. Even my Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong cannot break it — we can only work from within."

"My sect's Dao Child, as well as your sects' Dao Children, and the many bloodline Holy Sons of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance, may enter it and coordinate with us to breach it from within."

"Only in this way can great things be accomplished."

He transmitted a series of array inscription diagrams through divine sense.

"Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong — truly extraordinary."

Dao Merging cultivators like Divine Monarch Weaving-Heaven Spider God studied them for a while, their hearts greatly delighted.

A moment later, he frowned again: "But if we do this, the many Holy Sons and Dao Children may suffer heavy casualties — perhaps even eighty or ninety percent dying, with total annihilation entirely possible."

These are all inherited bloodline descendants.

"Otherwise?"

"This is an eighth-tier supreme treasure. Were it not for the fact that no one has refined it for hundreds of thousands of years, we would not dare to even touch it."

Divine Monarch Tianyun said lightly: "Sect Dao Children, bloodline Holy Sons — nurtured by their sects with every ounce of effort for many years — this is precisely the moment to repay that debt. Under the greater interests of the sect, there is nothing for it but sacrifice."

"Besides, this is only the worst-case scenario."

"If fortune favors us, these juniors may obtain tremendous opportunities, thereby laying a foundation surpassing ours old fogies — this too is not impossible to foresee."

"... Sigh, that is true enough."

The brows of the surrounding Dao Merging Divine Monarchs gradually relaxed.

One or two Dao Merging Divine Monarchs could not bear it in their hearts — they held deep affection for their personally taught disciples — but at this moment, they could only heave a sigh.

The sects had yearned for what lay above Dao Merging for hundreds of thousands of years; generation after generation of patriarchs throughout history had perished here in battle.

A Dao Child — even one as dear as one's own child — no matter how unwilling, how could one refuse to sacrifice them at such a time?

"What about the Nine Spirit Domain's Dao Child?"

Divine Monarch Weaving-Heaven Spider God suddenly said: "If their Dao Child joins as well, perhaps the casualties among our juniors could be reduced — even saving one or two lives would be good."

For bloodline beings like them, birthing a descendant with the potential to reach Dao Merging — or even above — was truly no easy matter; it required a measure of fortune.

By comparison, the human race's Dao Children feared death far less — if one died, another could be cultivated, and there would be little difference overall, granting them a tremendous advantage in wars of attrition.

A parent's love for their child means planning deeply for them — she did her utmost to scheme on behalf of her own offspring.

"Indeed,"

"Though the Nine Spirit Domain's Dao Children are somewhat weaker, they are still Dao Children and can share in the sacrifice for our disciples."

Divine Monarch of the Heavenly Palace's Heavenly God gave his approval, then added: "The only issue is that they should be unwilling to send out their Dao Child — it would bring them no benefit whatsoever."

"How does Fellow Daoist plan to resolve this?"

He said this with leisurely composure.

A Nine Spirit Domain Dao Child within the Yama Hell Equal-King Yin-Yang Reversal Grand Array would almost certainly face certain death — no immortal sect would be willing to pay such a price.

"That's simple."

"They're merely Dao Merging cultivators from some remote backwater."

Cold, ruthless light flickered in the dozens of compound eyes of Divine Monarch Weaving-Heaven Spider God: "Tell these nine fellow Daoists that if they are unwilling to send out their Dao Child, the dozens of fellow Daoists here would be glad to pay them a visit — please do not refuse, and do not disappoint our goodwill."

"Otherwise, that would be... unpleasant."

……

On this day, the Immortal Gate Political Participation Council convened once more — less than ten years since its last session.

Such a span of time was far too rushed for a Dao Merging-level power; it was almost as if, among mortals, a meeting had just ended, and on the way back one had merely taken a sip of water — not even finishing a meal — before being summoned back to convene again.

The cause of all this was an invitation letter jointly signed and sent at the same time by all the major powers of the Ancient God Domain — the Monster God Sect, the Jiudaxian Sect, and the many Dao Merging powers of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance.

On this single small invitation letter were imprinted the divine sense marks of dozens of Dao Merging Divine Monarchs — utterly suffocating.

"Ha!"

"How amusing, far too amusing,"

"... The Void Spirit Abyss... holds a great opportunity, and we specially invite Fellow Daoist's sect Dao Child to attend — please do not decline..."

True Venerable Divine Mechanism unfolded the invitation letter, reading its contents word by word to the surrounding Void Refinement cultivators of the Immortal Gate, and laughed: "We haven't even sent troops, yet these fellow Daoists can't wait to deliver themselves to our door."

"This is — a blessing from the heavens!"

He was laughing, yet his smile looked cold.

For the first time, the Immortal Gate was being threatened — demanded to hand over a Dao Child as a hostage.

Who do these sects of the Ancient God Domain think they are?

Mere earthen chickens and clay dogs, stagnant mediocrities who dare to threaten the Immortal Gates to their faces—just who gave them the courage?

"F*** you!"

"Do these dogs have an itch on their hides? Kill them!"

A voice instantly erupted, shouting with extreme vulgarity: "They want to come visit the Immortal Gates?"

"Then let them come! I'll blow them wide open right to their faces. Dozens of Dao-Union Divine Lords? Who are you trying to scare?"

"You really think I was raised by fear?"

Immortal Gate Void-Refining cultivators around him glanced sideways.

For the first time, someone in the Immortal Gate Council meeting was so crude, cursing at their elders to their faces, turning the Immortal Gate council into a triad gang brawl; it was truly losing all dignity.

Although they cursed this way, they felt strangely gratified in their hearts.

"Oh?"

Yuan's gaze shifted sharply, looking sternly at a corner.

Sure enough, there he saw a slouching yellow-haired youth wearing ripped jeans, his face pale—the kind of pale that comes from staying up late for two weeks straight.

"Teacher..."

The yellow-haired youth shivered and immediately shut his mouth.

Vaguely, he seemed to dream back to a classroom ten thousand years ago, that feeling of secretly checking his phone while the teacher suddenly walked over to his side.

"Regarding this matter, how do the Eight Great Immortal Sects view it?"

Jiang Ding quickly interjected.

The yellow-haired youth cast a grateful glance his way.

Truly the Great Sun Sword Disciple we raised from childhood; he knows how to be loyal, not wasting all the care I, Laozi, gave this little brother in the past.

"The Eight Great Immortal Sects..."

Yuan was indeed distracted.

"My true form and the Immortal Gate Citizen Fleet are currently negotiating with them; this is indeed a major war opportunity."

"We are jointly casting the Heavenly Fate Divination Art to divine this war situation; we expect results within a year."