Chapter 1415: The Heir Apparent's Sound of the Human Race

The Jiudaxian Sect of the Nine Spirit Domain had absolutely no self-awareness of having come from a remote, backwater lower domain; the moment they arrived, they deployed military formations to envelop every powerhouse within the Ancient God Domain.

No talk of politics, no talk of coaxing and splitting, no sowing discord among their ranks—even though there were plenty of cracks between these several great powers, and they were not close to one another, making it not at all difficult to coax and split them apart.

What's more, they even showed a trace of pleasant surprise.

Among the dozens of Dao Merging Divine Monarchs, a corner of the Myriad Races Alliance—Jiao Jiao Mingyu—wore a wooden expression.

This familiar scene, he had encountered many years ago, and now encountered it again—once more running into those nine damned mongrels.

This time, however, there was one enormous difference.

He was no longer the sole target, but merely one among dozens, utterly unremarkable, unable to even draw the individual attention of the Divine Monarchs of the Jiudaxian Sect of the Nine Spirit Domain—just ordinary, receiving no notice whatsoever.

"Fellow Daoist Brother Xuanwu!"

The Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch cast a wary glance at the surrounding military formations and said coldly, "This matter of your Human Race—the Myriad Races Alliance will not take part!"

For a power like the Myriad Races Alliance, which at every moment lived surrounded by Human Race forces, it was instinct to refuse to take sides with any Human Race faction.

What they wanted even more was to watch the Human Race tear itself apart in bloody slaughter, in internecine strife—best of all, for every Human Race power to perish together.

The Myriad Races Alliance should not be dragged into the water by any Human Race power.

Hum!

The twenty-plus Dao Merging Divine Monarchs of the Myriad Races Alliance instantly unleashed their might; under the Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch's central coordination, their auras merged into one, forming layer upon layer of dark, heavy runes that rippled outward in all directions, pushing back the pressure of the Nine Spirit Domain's military formations by a great deal and preserving an intact stretch of space.

The Weaving-Heaven Spider Clan, within the inheritance of the Ancient God Dao, had always served in the role of chief strategist for the direct lineage of the Ancient God Dao.

They were born able to borrow the strength of other Myriad Races Dao Soldiers, forming a combined force to better assist the direct disciples of the Ancient God Dao in their rule.

Not to mention that the Weaving-Heaven Spider Clan had seized a great deal of the direct-lineage inheritance during the collapse of the Ancient God Dao in those days, and already possessed some of the characteristics of the direct-lineage cultivators of the Ancient God Dao.

"Fellow Daoist Weaving-Heaven Spider…"

Jiao Jiao Mingyu began to speak, then hesitated.

Then, under the Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch's fierce and ruthless gaze, he closed his mouth again, heaved a deep sigh, lost all his strength, and said no more.

The Three-Faced Divine Monarch and others of the Yao God Sect wore hesitant expressions.

"Foolish!"

"Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch, you idiot!"

The Heavenly God Divine Monarch's face twisted savagely: "You style yourself the spider that weaves the rules of fate—can you not see the situation clearly?"

"These people already regard every race as their enemy. If they cannot be swiftly extinguished, they will surely become the overlords of the Ancient God Domain in the future, and every other power, Human or Yao alike, will be destroyed."

"Just like the Jiao Ming Domain back then—"

"The Black Horn Ant Clan!"

"Hmph!"

"When the Myriad Races Alliance acts, what need is there for a single Human Race to point fingers and meddle?"

The Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch gave a cold laugh.

His words paused for a moment.

This was a wait—waiting for the Jiudaxian Sect of the Nine Spirit Domain to offer terms, to coax and promise, and certainly not mere empty promises; they would have to offer many heavenly materials and earthly treasures, divine arts and Mi Fa as conditions.

Only thus could the Myriad Races Alliance's stance be shaken—otherwise, it might even swing the other way.

Having lived for hundreds of thousands of years surrounded by Human Race powers in the Ancient God Domain, and growing ever more prosperous, the Myriad Races Alliance possessed rich experience in sitting on the fence, swaying both ways, and extracting the greatest benefit.

Moreover, even if an agreement or alliance were reached, at the critical moment the Myriad Races Alliance's actions would still be free.

However, all around was silence.

No words, no divine-sense transmissions, no coaxing of any kind—the Jiudaxian Sect of the Nine Spirit Domain acted as if blind and deaf, showing no reaction whatsoever to the various powers of the Ancient God Domain's alliances and stratagems.

They simply waited quietly, waiting for the sect's Dao Child within the Cang Tian Pavilion to explore the Cang Tian Pavilion and obtain the truth of those days.

Other matters—what the various powers of the Ancient God Domain were doing, what they were saying—they cared nothing for, not even casting a single glance of attention; more of their divine sense and gaze was fixed upon the Cang Tian Pavilion and the Dao Child within.

After waiting a long while, the Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch and the many Dao Merging Divine Monarchs of the Myriad Races Alliance received no response whatsoever.

No coaxing, no promises, not even any soothing—no communication at all.

In an instant, the Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch's heart gave a sudden lurch.

A certain faint, elusive chill silently arose in his heart and in the hearts of the Myriad Races Alliance's many Dao Merging Divine Monarchs, causing them to instinctively edge a little closer to the Yao God Sect and the Heavenly God Divine Monarch and the others.

"Fellow Daoist Brother Xuanwu!"

"Are you truly so arrogant?"

The Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch and a group of Myriad Races Alliance Dao Merging Divine Monarchs revealed anger, threads of icy killing intent blossoming forth: "Since Fellow Daoist and the rest are so confident, then our Myriad Races Alliance shall…"

Clang!

At that moment, within the Cang Tian Pavilion, a sword-cry rang out.

This sword-cry, like the rising of the morning sun, burst forth with radiance—the order-power of destruction, law-annihilation, law-prohibition, primordial magnetism, distortion, and the Sword Dao spread through heaven and earth; a terrifying sword soul reflected across the four corners of the universe, its will of destruction and madness filling all of heaven and earth, enveloping everything.

The instant this sword-cry was born, every Dao Child of the Nine Spirit Domain, every Dao Child of the Ancient God Domain, and every Bloodline Holy Son of the Yao God Sect and Myriad Races Alliance fell into a state of rigid paralysis, stretching out their necks to await slaughter.

The majesty of the Heir Apparent of an Endless Starry-Sky Overlord Race suppressed all.

Moreover!

This terrifying sound of the sword soul pierced through layer upon layer of formations within the Cang Tian Pavilion of the Ancient God Dao, spreading into—

the endless starry skies of the universe, spreading into the divine souls of the many Dao Merging Divine Monarchs, causing them to feel a certain stinging pain in their divine souls.

The overflowing aftershocks of the sword soul's sound had directly wounded them!

Although they healed in an instant, they had been wounded—plainly, unmistakably!

Wounded by a Soul Transformation cultivator!

"This is… a peak Soul Transformation cultivator…"

The Weaving-Heaven Spider Divine Monarch started in sudden fright.

A certain boundless terror, an instinct from the depths of the soul, caused a fine trembling to run through him.

He had no Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance, so he didn't know what this was.

But, in the deepest essence of his divine soul, from the divine soul of his ancient ancestors, there came a sliver of terror-stricken, trembling emotion—an emotion that made even he, a peak Dao Merging cultivator, feel a thread of despair and fear.

This intense instinct was almost impossible to suppress.

Countless ages ago, what had the ancestors of the Weaving-Heaven Spider clan once experienced?

This instinctive fear only appeared for an instant, then vanished, seeming like an illusion—because that was merely a peak Soul Transformation cultivator, still very weak, far from being his match.

The instant this instinctive fear vanished, a fierce killing intent rose in the hearts of all non-human cultivators of the Myriad Races Alliance.

Kill him!

Must kill him!

Must take advantage of his weakness and kill him right now—otherwise, in the future, all non-human races would surely pay an incomparably despairing, terrible price!

"Sword soul!"

"This is a sword soul!"

"No, this far surpasses an ordinary sword soul, this…"

The Heavenly Fortune Divine Lord, whose eyes had been completely shattered into bloody sockets, actually began trembling at this moment, utterly terrified. Possessing the Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong inheritance, he knew more, and in greater detail, and thus was horrified to the point of despair.

"You!"

"Your Dao Child has given birth to a Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child!"

"A Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Dao Child!"

"No, this is impossible, absolutely impossible—this isn't in the Upper Realm, how could a Dao Child possibly appear? And this is still a lone Solar Sword cultivator, absolutely cannot be a Sword Child…"

The Heavenly Fortune Divine Lord roared at the top of his lungs.

His Dao heart actually collapsed in an instant, losing all confidence, despairing of the battle—even though he himself was at peak Dao Merging, far surpassing the Dao Merging cultivators of the Nine Spirit Domain.

What kind of force could give birth to an Upper Realm Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong Sword Child?!!