Chapter 808: The Carving Up of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong

"Brother Brother Xuanwu, a thousand years ago…"

"Brother Brother Xuanwu, a hundred thousand years ago…"

"Brother Brother Xuanwu…"

One after another, the great powers of the sects spoke up—some with humble requests, some with righteous words, some coldly demanding outright, not even bothering with excuses.

It was all neatly arranged—three Minor Thousand Worlds per sect.

Not one more, not one less.

What lay hidden within made one dare not think too deeply about it.

"You…"

"You are wonderful!"

The great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong was so furious that he suddenly spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, shakily pointed at the seven men, and roared: "Tianji!"

"You sanctimonious old bastard!"

"Just now, who was saying the sects weren't united enough, who was saying we refused to fight to the death, and who was sighing in frustration, wishing we were made of sterner stuff?"

"Ha!"

"In the blink of an eye, you pull this on me?"

"Are you going to start a civil war now?"

"Shameless beyond compare!"

"Shameless beyond compare!"

"Brother Brother Xuanwu, those words are wrong."

Tianji Daoist was not provoked, and said calmly: "Were these three realms not seized from my hands by your Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong two thousand two hundred years ago? At that time, my strength was no match, I had no reinforcements outside, and I could do nothing about it."

"Now it is merely returning things to their original owner."

"Taking by force and plundering—nothing of the sort ever happened."

The great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong was rendered speechless.

This was indeed a fact.

At its peak, Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong held forty-one Yi Xiao Gao Jie, far surpassing the other sects.

Where did they come from?

Seized from the other seven great sects, from the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, and from the legacy left after the fall of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion.

"What about you lot, then?"

The great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong looked at the great powers of sects like the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, and angrily said: "The Heavenly Palace has no territorial disputes with you lot, you're so far away, don't bring up nonsense about some Horned Demon Clan prince offering land as tribute—it's laughable!"

"This is their homeland, their ancestral lands—what's there to laugh at?"

The great power of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect was unimpressed.

"If they're willing to give it to me, then it's mine."

"What, you don't accept?"

The seven great powers stared coldly at the great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, faint killing intent spreading.

The brutal war, so many Soul Transformation cultivators and Nascent Soul cultivators had died, and they themselves had been severely wounded multiple times.

These costs must yield returns!

Since the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect could not be defeated, could not be carved up—

Then Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong would have to pay!

Three realms per house, a mere twenty-one Minor Thousand Worlds in total, and nine Minor Thousand Worlds were still left for Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong.

This was already the utmost in benevolence and duty!

If not for the lingering ties of incense and affection among the Jiudaxian Sect, the mutual checks and balances, given Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong's years of militarism, striking on all fronts, making enemies everywhere, wiping them out would not even be excessive.

The violent pressure of the seven Void Refinement great powers spread, faint killing intent blooming.

The great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong could not help but feel a jolt in his heart.

As things stood, he was in a heavily wounded state.

Moreover, even if he were not heavily wounded, he would not be a match for the seven great powers—even if they lacked trust among themselves and refused to fight desperately, in terms of ordinary combat power alone, he could not defeat them, and forcing them to retreat was also impossible.

Not every sect is the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect!

"Since you lot are like this…"

A crimson glint appeared in the eyes of the great power of Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong: "Then what if I lead the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect's army here and form an alliance with them?"

"Since you lot don't want the big picture, then no one gets it!"

He was indeed heavily wounded.

But the others were not without injuries either!

Even if he could not win, escaping was still possible.

Many great powers' gazes sharpened.

"Not a good idea."

"Friend Brother Xuanwu,"

The great power of Shadow Demon Abyss laughed strangely: "We have already drafted an alliance with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect. The moment you ally with them, we will immediately join forces with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect—first destroy Taiyi Qingmu Xianzong, then destroy you. The remaining nine Minor Thousand Worlds can all be given to them."

"Don't dream of escape."

"Back then, joining forces with the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, we were able to slay even the last Great Sun Sword Master who was on the verge of breaking through above Void Refinement. A wounded you is nothing to speak of."

"Six or seven thousand years from now, when our lifespans run out, we can burn everything and still destroy the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect."

"Friend Brother Xuanwu, tell me—will the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect agree to slay a Void Refinement cultivator before the war, removing a great enemy for the future?"

The other great powers watched him with cold, sinister eyes.

If the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace disregards the bonds of incense and offerings, and casts aside all face—

Then forget it.

The heart of the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace great cultivator sank.

"Fellow Daoist, you have two choices."

The Shadow Demon Abyss great cultivator, not knowing what benefits he had gained, kept playing the villain: "One choice—the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace merely suffers heavy losses in strength, which is only right and proper. Since the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has been defeated, it must pay a price. This is the supreme truth of the weak being prey to the strong between realms."

"Between sects, there are bonds of incense and offerings; the bottom line has already been preserved."

"The other choice—the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace is destroyed, and we too suffer grievous losses, leading to more hidden dangers in the future."

"Which do you choose?"

"You! Will regret this!"

The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace great cultivator gave no answer, brushed his sleeve, and left.

The remaining great cultivators looked toward Tianji Qing Daoren.

"He will agree."

Tianji Qing Daoren murmured: "The Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace has always emphasized the law of the strong preying on the weak. The selection of Dao Children is utterly cruel, with life and death at every turn. Brother Xuanwu himself walked that path as a Dao Child and has long since adapted to this iron law."

"When the Brother Xuanwu Heavenly Palace was strong, it invaded like wildfire, devouring our Minor Thousand Worlds everywhere."

"Now that it has weakened, it naturally should spit them back out."

"This is the natural order of heaven, and he has long been mentally prepared."

"It's simply that too much was cut away all at once, and he cannot accept it for the moment."

"If so, then all is well."

The surrounding great cultivators nodded slightly.

The worst-case scenario, they too could accept; they feared nothing.

"Sigh!"

A great cultivator of the Qingmuxian Sect suddenly sighed: "If this realm were not so narrow, how could we be contending and killing like this?"

"We are clearly in the prime of our years; we should now be cultivating diligently, preparing to break through above Refinement Void."

"Yet now, we are discussing what happens after our own deaths."

"How bleak."

"Sigh…"

The others also showed expressions of bitterness, lost the mood for talk, cupped their fists to one another, flew off in all directions, and returned to their own sects.

After everyone had left.

A woman of breathtaking beauty and ethereal bearing stood dazed in the starry sky, remaining there for a long while, before finally returning to the shade of the Sky-Green Divine Tree. She did not cultivate, but walked aimlessly, her melancholy plainly visible, unable to shake it off.

"Homeland…"

"Beyond the realm, what exactly is there?"

She said softly.

Just as she had told others, she did not consider herself already aged, a withered bone in a tomb—rather, her fair face remained as it was, in the bloom of youth.

A mere twenty-plus thousand years old, and she had already cultivated to the peak of Refinement Void.

Truly in the prime of her years!

Were it not for the existence of the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect, perhaps she, after training the next generation of Refinement Void cultivators for her sect, would have planned to leave this realm and journey to unknown lands in search of the Dao.

She did not know how long had passed.

"Ancestor…"

A late-stage Soul Transformation cultivator stood in attendance not far away.

"Speak."

The ethereal, beautiful woman regained her dignity.

"Dao Child, should we revive him?"

This Soul Transformation Canghai Tianjun, who had succeeded the previous sect master of the Qingmuxian Sect—who had died in battle against the Eastern Extreme Demon Sect—and become the new sect master, asked cautiously.

(End of this chapter)

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