Chapter 1472: The Alternating World of Illusion and Reality

Where do Dao-Integration cultivators usually reside?

Dao-Integration cultivators usually cultivate in the Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie.

A cultivator's everything stems from their cultivation; even when war breaks out, they will not stop cultivating. Instead, they will invest more time in cultivation, striving to enhance their strength as much as possible, and will not live in the wilderness.

Therefore, when war occurs, the Dao-Integration cultivators must rush from the neighboring Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie to the battlefield, traveling via teleportation arrays set up in the Minor Thousand Worlds, for only the Minor Thousand Worlds can serve as anchor points for long-range teleportation arrays.

Under Jiang Ding's silent gaze, merely a few years later, the Dragon Grass Minor World before him and several surrounding Minor Worlds radiated a hazy light, a powerful aura appeared in the heavens and earth, a certain divine sense imprint once etched into the Heavenly Dao.

"Pay respects to the Ancestor!"

When an old man clad in a scale-patterned bone robe, with two blood-filled sockets for eye sockets, appeared, rows of blood-bone skeletons around him prostrated themselves on the ground, including more than a dozen Void Refinement cultivators.

This is the battlefield of the Blood-Bone Skeleton clan of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance.

The Dao-Integration Divine Lords of the Blood-Bone Skeletons are often respectfully called the Blood-Bone Divine Lord.

This race is neither strong nor weak within the Ten Thousand Races Alliance; they are not at the bottom, yet they cannot compare to the Weaving Sky Spider clan and the Nether Black Sky Crane clan.

"Rise."

"The young ones have suffered greatly in war; there is no need for such excessive courtesy."

The Blood-Bone Divine Lord's voice was hoarse; he waved his hand, lifting the many prostrate blood skeletons around him, then paid them no further heed and continued flying forward.

The surrounding blood skeletons stood with hands clasped, heads bowed, holding their breath, daring not to disturb.

Only some bold blood skeletons vaguely saw a hazy, dark-blue shadow beside the Ancestor, seeming like a ghost, equally powerful, causing their hearts to chill, and they dared not look any longer.

Some knowledgeable Void Refinement skeletons had already recognized this as the Ancestor of the Dark Soul clan, the Dark Soul Divine Lord, their former neighbor with whom they had many grievances, causing their hearts to worry.

The various petty schemes of these young ones were as clear to the two Dao-Integration Divine Lords as the lines on a palm, yet they simply did not care.

"Brother Dark Soul, how many disciples have you taken in?"

The Blood-Bone Divine Lord asked in a low voice.

"Five or six, from the Heavenly Luck Immortal Sect, the Heavenly God Palace, the Demon God Sect; all are outstanding talents of their time."

"At the same time, this old man has also sent out five or six outstanding talents from our clan."

A cold, intermittent voice came from the ghost.

"Do you think it is useful?"

"I do not know."

"..."

The two fell silent.

"The Nether Black Sky Crane clan, the Weaving Sky Spider clan, and other strong races truly act inhumanely; how can their actions be trusted?"

The Blood-Bone Divine Lord's words were icy, filled with murderous intent.

There are reasons for this.

The Nether Black Sky Crane clan and the Weaving Sky Spider clan are races that directly faced the military might of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men; they lost countless cities and territories, and even the Nether Black Sky Crane clan lost all their lands, forcing them to flee with their core members to foreign lands.

Since they fled, must they then live as dependents, sitting idle in the starry sky?

There is no need for such.

They simply need to seize the world-realms of weaker races; even when in distress, the strong races possess strength far exceeding that of the weak, so they naturally will not wander the realms waiting to die, but will inevitably choose the weakest existences to devour and plunder.

The grand strategy of the Ancient God Alliance?

Grand strategy is something that should only be discussed after one's own race has satisfied basic survival.

During the wandering of these strong races, the interests of many weak races were sacrificed; they were forced to abandon their long-held world-realms and 'rent' them to strong races like the Nether Black Sky Crane for residence, then squeeze together with other weak races, barely maintaining survival.

The Blood-Bone clan and the Dark Soul clan suffered such a fate.

The Blood-Bone Domain is now occupied by the Nether Black Sky Crane clan; the Blood-Bone clan is forced to squeeze into a Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie with the Dark Soul clan, and only half of one Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie at that, because several other races no weaker than them are also wandering.

Of course, these sacrifices are theoretically compensated.

The rent fees are enormous; the Ten Thousand Races Alliance promised that once the world-realms are reclaimed and the war is won, they would grant them multiple world-realms as compensation to thank them for their righteousness.

Alas, these compensations are merely theoretical.

The Nether Black Sky Crane and other strong races fled in disgrace, losing most of their racial foundations; what enormous spirit stones and heavenly treasures could they possibly give? And how could they be willing to part with them?

One must understand that in such a perilous situation, heavenly treasures are strength, they are life; how could they possibly be given to a group of weaklings?

The Ten Thousand Races Alliance had absolutely no reaction to such strong races plundering weak ones, an act nearly akin to robbery, turning a blind eye.

This is precisely why the two Divine Lords are extremely dissatisfied in their hearts and have no confidence in the so-called marriage alliances and disciple recruitment.

However, besides this path, they do not know how to proceed.

"Let us not worry about so much."

"Brother Dark Soul."

The Blood-Bone Divine Lord sighed deeply, his gaze cold: "The current plan is to only invade the territory of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men, plundering and slaughtering on a massive scale; only thus can we make up for some of the losses."

"The wealth of the Eastern Extreme Dongji Dongji Mo Men, this old man has heard of long ago; they even possess the ability to refine seventh-grade heavenly treasures from low-to-mid-grade materials. The last time they breached the Black Sky Realm, it allowed many Daoist friends to make a sudden fortune, greatly advancing their strength, and the rewards within the Alliance were also tempting."

"If there is an opportunity to advance to the late stage of Dao-Integration, our influence within the Alliance will surely be much higher."

"Indeed."

"."

The faintly visible ghost nodded slightly.

There is no other way.

The way of survival for weak races has never relied on the Alliance; it has always been one's own strength.

Two powerful figures gradually vanished, flying toward the direction of the Demon Sky Realm; they would meet with numerous Dao-Integration Divine Lords outside the Demon Sky Realm and launch an attack on this Zhong Senior Qian Shi Gao Jie transportation hub with the power of Lei Ting.

"Daoist Friend Dark Soul, our two families share the same origin, and our strengths complement each other; perhaps we could forge an even stricter alliance to cope with the various matters inside and outside the Alliance."

Hidden in the void, the Blood-Bone Divine Lord proposed.

The two clans did indeed have a grudge in the past, but that was only because their clan lands were close together; in the distant era of the Ancient God Path, the two of them had always fought side by side.

"A strict covenant…"

Dark Soul God-Lord was somewhat tempted.

He deliberated for a long while and felt there was indeed something to be said for it—if a weak clan did not band together, sooner or later it would be devoured down to the last bone by powerful clans like the Dark Nether Black Heaven Crane; the so-called internal council of the Myriad Clans Alliance was utterly useless, entirely dominated by the strong clans.

However, this covenant had to be considered with the utmost care, otherwise it would be extremely disadvantageous to himself.

"Fellow Daoist Blood Bone speaks reasonably…"

Hiss!

Suddenly, a faint chill touched Dark Soul God-Lord's chest; he could not help but raise his head in shock, looking at the figure before him: "You…"

A pair of hands like blood-jade gently pierced into his chest, incomparably sharp, easily tearing through his shield's protection; within, terrifying destructive sword qi madly ravaged every meridian and pattern in his body, destroying all of his divine soul.

The owner of those blood-jade hands, God-Lord Blood Bone, was gazing at him with a smile, as if waiting for his answer regarding the covenant.

Intense agony instantly enveloped his divine soul.

"Blood Bone!"

"You bastard, you dare!"

Dark Soul God-Lord flew into a frenzy, a mad glint flashing in his pupils; he struck a palm toward God-Lord Blood Bone, and billions of strands of Heavenly Dao and Soul Dao rule-law nets whirled like a vortex, generating soul-thorns like shards of ice that slammed solidly into God-Lord Blood Bone's chest.

A sound like bones cracking was heard, and the smile on God-Lord Blood Bone's face froze.

"Dark Soul!"

"Have you lost your mind…"

God-Lord Blood Bone erupted in fury, his killing intent raging wildly.

Killing intent surged within him, nearly mad; he could not comprehend why this old friend of many years had gone insane, choosing to launch a sneak attack at this moment, as if he had lost all reason.

What benefit would his death right now bring him?!

The two Dao-Unification God-Lords stared at the scene before them, which completely defied reason; their thoughts spun through a hundred possibilities, and in an instant they understood what was happening. Paying no further attention to each other, their divine senses swept out violently in all directions, stirring up wave after wave of raging storms.

Crack!

Under such force, the surrounding space grew hazy and indistinct,

revealing faint cracks, and then—under the horrified gazes of the two—the entire world actually shattered completely, exposing yet another layer of the true world.

In that world, a youth in blue robes watched them quietly.

"Two seniors,"

"Please grant me your instruction."