Chapter 2782

A massive log, thick beyond compare and capable of bearing tens of billions of cultivators, moved through the starry void.

This log carried the aura of spatial properties, its broken end covered in many wooden spikes, even bearing branches and leaves, as if naturally collapsed, with many runes crudely carved upon it, having undergone limited processing to turn this fallen log into a vessel capable of bearing many cultivators.

Although its speed was not fast,

although its load capacity was not great,

although the offensive and defensive formations upon it were weak, and although...

but at least it was a heavy weapon of the army, an important controlled item of this era, capable of suppressing a great thousand worlds with it.

"When did a group of human ants appear there?"

"Who allowed them to be there?"

"Kill them, find their tribe, exterminate..."

An ancient god with three star markings on its chest roared repeatedly; surrounding dragon, phoenix, human, and demon cultivators trembled with fear, especially the human totem warriors, who wished to immediately slay those who had inexplicably appeared in the distance and did not understand the rules.

"My lord Dingding, this is not our tribe's..."

A totem warrior leader of roughly celestial-human level knelt on the ground, repeatedly kowtowing, his face deathly pale as he spoke.

In this era, in such a slave-like environment, even with the extremely crude totem warrior immortal cultivation system, he could ascend to celestial-human, though his path ahead was already cut off, his combat strength at the same level weak, his foundation fragile, yet his talent and brilliance could already be called a peerless heavenly pride of the starry void.

If he were born in any later era, he would surely achieve the Eight Tribulations Supreme or even higher;

if he were born in the Seventh Golden Great Age False Immortal Realm era, he might become a cultivator who has undergone six feathered transformations and rebirths, reaching the Emperor Realm, comparable to the ancient emperors of the Four-Character Immortal Canon.

But he was born in this era.

Therefore, he is merely a weak celestial-human cultivator.

"Humans are guilty!"

"This time, by randomly exterminating humans in ten middle thousand worlds, turning them into fertile soil to nourish the world! To warn any who show disrespect..."

The three-star ancient god named Black paid no heed to the pleas of this celestial-human totem warrior, and with dignity pronounced judgment.

Slave masters need not concern themselves with various complex factors, engaging in wits and courage with those cunning slaves—this is not the beauty of ancient gods; ancient gods only, when problems arise, mercilessly slaughter the slaves in the area, one in ten killed, and once the slaves are dealt with, the problem is also solved.

This is not waste, for these slaves will become nourishment for the world.

And the world is the cradle where the ancient god race is born; ancient god embryos can only grow and develop in a flourishing world, by devouring the world's essence and countless lives before they are truly born, entering the youth of the ancient god race, each ancient god being a shepherd of the world.

"My lord Black!"

The celestial-human totem warrior's body felt sore and weak, he lay paralyzed on the ground, daring not to utter any argument.

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Around, the dragon clan, phoenix clan, and many demon clans felt extreme fear in their hearts, secretly deciding to return and then strictly discipline their clansmen, lest they suffer misfortune like the humans.

This massive log carried the vast army of billions of ancient gods toward the direction of the expedition fleet.

Until, a human stood before this great army.

This was a man of majestic appearance, wearing a Daoist robe, his gaze sweeping over the humans on the log, revealing a hint of pity.

"Humans!"

"You ant, dare to appear before me!"

The three-star ancient god named Black revealed a ferocious expression, without thought violently hurling the thick long spear in his hand, transforming into a black line, carrying the locking power of the rule level, killing toward that human elder.

Human, elder.

In the dead starry void.

Alone, blocking before the great army.

In any era, these factors piled together would be enough to make any strong warrior feel a strong omen in his heart, even the always lofty True Dragon Immortal Clan would treat this with utmost solemnity, inevitably sensing danger, but for the ancient gods, they had completely no such awareness.

Humans, this is a slave race, having no relation to the strong.

Even if there were strong ones disguising themselves, they would not disguise as humans, so this three-star ancient god, without thought, hurled his spear to kill, like sweeping away roadside weeds.

"This time, humans shall suffer one in ten killed, exterminating humans in fifty middle thousand worlds—"

The three-star ancient god named Black was ferocious beyond compare, but his words suddenly stiffened.

Because, his spear thrust could be called heaven-shattering and earth-splitting; even if a three-star ancient god were struck, he would suffer heavy injury, yet this heaven-shaking spear stopped before that human ant, was casually pinched by him, carefully examined, scrutinized, as he pondered and recognized something.

"You!"

The ancient god Black spoke doubtfully.

"You go, kill him!"

"Kill him, and this time humans may be spared!"

Black pointed at the celestial-human totem warrior.

"Yes!"

"My lord Black!"

The celestial-human totem warrior shuddered as if struck by a sudden chill, obedience already ingrained into his bones, leading a group of hundreds of millions of human totem warriors, eyes blood-red, killing toward that human elder, facing death as if returning home: "Why won't you die! Why must you involve humans, involve us!"

He roared.

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Ding ding ding...

Spear after spear, arrow after arrow imbued with totem power fell around the elder, yet all suddenly stopped, causing no harm.

"The sages of this era, indeed have suffered greatly..."

The Solar Ancient Emperor, unknown from when, gradually appeared in the human world with an aged appearance, he let out a light sigh, then gathered the totem warriors into his sleeve.

Afterwards, he looked toward the ancient god Black and the hundreds of first- and second-star ancient gods, revealing a hint of icy killing intent.

"Ant!"

"You somehow got lucky somewhere, have this strength, yet honestly hide, insisting on coming to seek death..."

The ancient god Black sneered ferociously, his qi and blood burning, actively charging toward the Solar Ancient Emperor.

The battle fear in his heart told him this was an enemy far stronger than himself, but he felt no fear, nor did he think this would be any great trouble—at most, he would only die here, and later, stronger clansmen rushing to the scene would slay this man to avenge him.

"Kill!"

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The ancient god Hei drew a stone axe, and with a frenzied aura, he swung it down upon the head of the Solar Ancient Emperor.

Then, his vision went black, and he lost consciousness.

On the spot, the giant tree and the army of billions of ancient gods vanished together, leaving only a phantom army as real as life continuing its march—unknown to the outside world, including even stronger ancient god cultivators, who saw nothing unusual, only that this army proceeded as normal.

At the Seventh Golden Great World Expedition Fleet, the Solar Ancient Emperor returned.

"Three-star ancient god,"

"Roughly equivalent in strength to a Seven Tribulations Supreme, but only in physical form; their combat techniques and power application are crude and rough, making them the weakest of the Seven Tribulations Supremes."

The Solar Ancient Emperor waved his hand, releasing the sky-reaching giant tree and the billions of cultivators upon it, and introduced:

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