Chapter 246: Obtaining the Divine Medicine, Advancing to the Fourth Tier, the Five Races Appear, Endless Slaughter, Human Realm Purga
Inside the medicine garden.
As the divine medicine appeared, Gu Jin Nian almost had no hesitation, wanting to seize it.
But unexpectedly, several black shadows acted even faster, trying to snatch it directly.
In an instant, Gu Jin Nian furrowed his brows; his flesh burst forth with myriad thunderbolts, he reached out directly, trying to wrest it back.
"Gu Jin Nian, this stalk of divine medicine is needed by the Dragon Palace Prince; if you hand it over to us, when the Sea Clan recovers, we will grant you greater benefits, even offering you the chance to align with the Prince."
A deep voice sounded; the black shadow spoke, saying he did not wish to be an enemy of Gu Jin Nian, for in this medicine garden Gu Jin Nian's divine abilities are invincible, especially the thunder surrounding him, which is terrifyingly overwhelming; if they were to oppose Gu Jin Nian, they know what fate awaits.
"Sea Clan?"
Gu Jin Nian was somewhat surprised; he did not expect the Sea Clan to stretch its hand here, even having set foot in the Taihao Immortal Realm?
"Indeed, we are subordinates of the South Sea Dragon Palace's South Sea Prince; the Prince admires you, while the East Sea Prince bears you ill will, his favorite pastime being the slaying of heavenly talents of the Human Race; if you are willing to offer up the divine medicine, once my Sea Clan recovers."
"It will grant you greater benefits; to you, this stalk of divine medicine is of little use, merely strengthening blood and qi and prolonging life."
"Using a stalk of divine medicine that is of little use to you to gain the Prince's favor is something you can consider."
The other party spoke gently, yet they remained aloof, always believing that serving them is the utmost honor.
"I do not need the South Sea Prince's favor."
"Get lost!"
Gu Jin Nian was overbearing; he directly responded, and after speaking, thunder condensed into spears that shot outward, piercing their flesh, causing those several black shadows to instantly change complexion and then retreat a thousand meters away, leaving the medicine garden.
Whoosh.
At that moment, Gu Jin Nian seized the divine medicine, without hesitation, refining and swallowing it on the spot.
Strands of golden light entered Gu Jin Nian's body; as he finished refining the divine medicine, the several black shadows in the distance immediately grimaced, for their purpose in coming was precisely to seek the divine medicine.
Yet unexpectedly, Gu Jin Nian later came out on top.
"What should we do?"
Someone spoke up, asking the leader.
"What else can we do? Gu Jin Nian is a Saint, seventh realm of the Confucian Dao, not something we can block."
"We can only leave."
The leader spoke, he also held back a breath, wanting to say something, but upon seeing Gu Jin Nian's terrifying physique, he still chose to let go—those who know the times are outstanding.
"Then it's settled?"
"After returning, the Prince will surely punish us severely."
The latter furrowed his brows, feeling even more fearful when mentioning the Prince.
"At least the Prince only punishes us; moreover, all responsibility stems from Gu Jin Nian."
"If we truly settle accounts, it would be to trouble Gu Jin Nian, having little to do with us."
He spoke, pointing the spearhead at Gu Jin Nian.
Upon saying this, several people also nodded in agreement.
"No more talk; leave quickly, otherwise later he will come to cause us trouble."
The leader spoke, knowing that if they did not leave early, perhaps Gu Jin Nian would later come to cause them trouble.
At that moment, several figures vanished.
At that moment, inside the medicine garden, Gu Jin Nian bathed in thunder, absorbing the spiritual energy brought by the divine medicine; his flesh, like parched earth, frantically devoured these medicinal powers.
About half an hour later.
Roar.
A terrifying dragon roar emanated from Gu Jin Nian's body, startling the entire Taihao Immortal Realm.
Countless gazes were drawn over.
Within the immortal realm,
Gu Jin Nian's flesh was suffused with wave after wave of thunder aura; he felt an unprecedented comfort, as if after three days and nights of hunger he had suddenly been filled.
This taste is addictive.
Within, the golden little figure also at this moment stepped onto the fourth stage.
Seven Realms Four Heavy Heavens.
As long as one ascends five more heavens, they will touch Heaven's Mandate and reach the eighth realm.
He opened his eyes.
In Gu Jin Nian's gaze burst forth a powerful aura; this aura can condense into various sword qi, fierce beyond compare.
In other words, the present Gu Jin Nian can kill with a single glance.
Immensely powerful.
Moreover, the enhancement to his flesh is the greatest, at least tenfold.
The surrounding space directly warped, forming Gu Jin Nian's domain; within a hundred meters, any living being he can slay.
Three thousand stalks of precious medicine, plus a single stalk of rare divine medicine, bring benefits that are thus evident.
Bang.
Gu Jin Nian lightly pointed; instantly, a space of several hundred li before him shattered and collapsed like broken glass, forming a vacuum zone.
All the observing cultivators widened their mouths, momentarily not knowing what to say.
This is too strong, isn't it?
Merely a single finger collapsed a space of a hundred li; if he truly went all out, who could stop him?
The next moment.
Gu Jin Nian glanced at the medicine garden; all formations were completely shattered; although there were no rare precious medicines within, there remained some other herbs, which to ordinary cultivators are supreme treasures.
Gu Jin Nian also did not take everything away; he left some for these people, considering it a favor.
After doing all this, Gu Jin Nian took a step and went to the next place.
The Taihao Immortal Realm is a plain.
Mountains clear, waters lovely, birdsong and floral fragrance, waterfalls hanging like the Milky Way; it looks utterly beautiful.
He continued forward.
Some great mountains hide treasures within, but as Gu Jin Nian's divine sense sweeps over them, he feels that the true treasures still lie ahead.
Indeed, it was less than a quarter of an hour.
At the end of the plain lies a sea.
This sea is terrifying, black as the Dead Sea, exuding a lifeless gloom.
No one knows what creatures lurk within this sea.
Many cultivators still stand at the plain's end, having overcome countless hardships to reach here, now hesitating whether to go on.
No one knows the dangers within the sea, but looking out one sees hundreds of islands whose skies are filled with soaring divine light.
Drawing challengers to enter and test themselves.
Upon Gu Jin Nian's arrival, he hesitated hardly at all, his mortal body crossing the dead sea.
As Gu Jin Nian pressed forward, some bold or aging powerhouses followed, reassured by his presence.
The dead sea was utterly silent, as if sensing a peerless expert crossing, or perhaps it held nothing at all; for a full half hour nothing occurred.
But when Gu Jin Nian stepped onto the first island, a colossal beast erupted from the depths, its blood‑filled maw swallowing hundreds and throwing up hundred‑foot waves—astonishing beyond compare.
On the island.
Gu Jin Nian looked back, said nothing, and chose not to intervene, for he knew this was Heaven's Mandate.
The path is one's own choice, and meeting danger is inevitable.
Life and death hinge on a single thought.
He felt no excess sentiment, showed little mercy; having chosen to come to the Taihao Immortal Realm, he also readied himself for death.
Yet when Gu Jin Nian truly set foot on this island, heaven‑shaking thunder erupted again.
The whole Taihao Immortal Realm is laced with terrifying thunder formations—the finer the treasure, the deadlier the thunder.
Thunder like the Milky Way cascaded down, sending cultivators fleeing in terror, while fierce beasts in the sea watched hungrily, creating a stalemate.
But to Gu Jin Nian, these thunderbolts were nothing short of a gift.
He himself requires vast special substances to advance, and thunder is one such substance.
Boom! A ten‑thousand‑foot lightning tribulation struck down; Gu Jin Nian deliberately walked toward the island, the lightning hitting him without harm, instead making his flesh grow more crystalline.
Radiant treasure light burst forth.
"I don't know what to say—is this a sage? How could his luck be so good?"
"Fearless of thunder, Gu Saint gained the Thunder Clan's inheritance on Pan Mountain, forging an invulnerable physique that fears no lightning; what we shun like vipers, he prizes above even elixirs."
"Comparing people breeds resentment; better not dwell on it—let Gu Saint find the ultimate treasure first, then we'll scavenge the island for lesser prizes; this Taihao Immortal Realm feels made for Gu Saint."
Some voices rose, resigned yet true.
They lacked the strength and physique of Gu Jin Nian, so they could only watch as he entered the island to hunt treasure.
Indeed.
Within the island lay treasures; at its heart a scarlet pearl appeared—an immortal artifact holding terrifying flame that even Seventh Realm masters could not withstand.
This is a fine prize.
Gu Jin Nian took it, for it could someday be forged into a peerless divine weapon.
After his divine sense swept the island and found no other treasures, Gu Jin Nian stepped onto the second island.
It too was an immortal artifact—a Holy Ruler's Seal weighing as high as ten myriad mountains; hurled at a foe, it could crush a Seventh Realm expert unaware into bloody pulp.
This is astonishing.
Of the 108 islands, any two chosen at random bear Seventh‑Rank immortal treasures.
He wondered whether it was the Taihao Immortal's might or Heaven's Mandate's blessing that accounted for his fortune.
Yet amid such riches Gu Jin Nian remained ungreedy, taking only the finest and leaving the rest for those who followed.
After all, the slightly lesser held little meaning for him.
Thus time slipped by.
Scavenging treasure was hard work; after seven days and nights Gu Jin Nian had cleared all 108 islands, gathering myriad immortal artifacts and rare elixirs, including life‑extending medicines.
He kept the longevity elixirs, intending to give them to his maternal uncle and family, and also to present a stalk to the emperor of the Central Provinces.
Growing stronger, he could not hoard the benefits—it would be selfish.
Yet having finished his haul, Gu Jin Nian did not depart, sensing that yet more divine relics lay hidden.
As with the earlier medicine garden, it undoubtedly concealed something extraordinary.
Meanwhile,
No one knows what is happening in the Taihao Immortal Realm.
But in the outside world,
various strange events have begun.
In the Southern Barbarian Realm, ghostly wails and wolf howls intensify; heavenly thunder shakes, terrifying floods rise, dark clouds veil the sky as if some cataclysm brews, filling folk with fear.
In the Eastern Wilderness' seas, towering waves have never ceased; all shipping halted, none daring to cross.
In the Central Provinces, sinkholes scar the land and famous mountains blaze with endless light—yet not a divine revival, just eerie.
In the Far North, icebergs shatter without cause and floods rage—what happened is unknown.
In the Western Desert, a tract has turned to demonic soil that bleeds, a sight both grisly and uncanny.
Everyone knows that true horror is imminent.
A disaster that causes despair.
Finally.
Three days later.
Terror strikes.
Boom! It's the Western Desert.
The terrifying demonic soil, madly sweeping everything, strands of black qi polluting the ground, black blood welling up from the earth, large numbers of monks rushing forward, chanting sutras, trying to resist this catastrophe.
Buddha light poured in, countless monks gathered; regardless of their stance, at this moment they all knew that if this demonic soil continued to spread, it would be a disaster for all living beings under heaven.
Unfortunately, even if the Buddhist sect poured out all its forces, it could not suppress the transformation of the demonic soil; a vast area was completely tainted, demonic qi permeated, too many could not escape, they absorbed the demonic qi and instantly lost their sanity.
Countless people perished within, becoming walking corpses, their eyes lifeless, bodies rotting, they would tear at anyone they saw, spreading plague, causing heaven-shaking upheaval.
"Amitabha."
Finally, the abbot of Lesser Fate Temple and the Vast Origin Buddha appeared, each holding a supreme Buddhist artifact, they suppressed this area, keeping the black qi at bay.
But not long after, the demonic qi expanded outward again, continuing to contaminate the land.
One-third of the Western Desert became demonic soil, which is terrifying; this land, after countless years of Buddhist cultivation and innumerable monks chanting sutras daily, has accumulated Buddhist blessings, so by rights evil things should not dare approach it.
This shows how powerful the ancient demon race is; even the Buddhist sect's golden light does not fear them, as they forcibly occupy this area.
In fact, they could have chosen another place; there was no need to pick this one, but they wanted to use this method to tell the world that they have returned, and they return with an invincible posture.
They directly seized one-third of the Western Desert's territory.
The aberration of the Western Desert has dealt a heavy blow to the people of the present age; the Buddhist land of the Western Desert has been polluted into demonic soil, and the Buddhist sect still has no solution, which indeed makes people uncomfortable and feels immense pressure.
What people did not expect was that an even greater pressure would come.
Boom boom boom! Terrifying waves surged tens of thousands of feet; in the sea, terrifying rolling waves, heaven-shaking giant waves, slammed into the Eastern Wilderness, the tsunami disaster instantly affected a radius of a thousand li, untold numbers of commoners perished in this catastrophe.
Afterward, dragon palaces appeared one after another; their illusions appeared above the four seas, displaying the utmost extraordinariness.
Each dragon palace is encircled by a true dragon, and also has myriad rays of rosy light, appearing sacred and inviolable.
"Having risen in the primordial era, now we shall determine the world."
"All powers under heaven, hear my orders: from today onward, all seas belong to my sea clan; whoever dares to hunt my sea clan's beings will have their nine clans exterminated."
The terrifying voice sounded, domineering and absolute; this is the voice of the Four Seas Dragon Kings, they are swearing an oath, and also telling the world that the sea clan has revived.
Immediately, the four dragon palaces burst forth with strange light; in the next instant, a million figures appeared—sea clan soldiers, each extraordinarily bizarre, standing upright, holding strange weapons in their hands, their eyes filled with killing intent.
Before the million sea clan, four figures appeared.
These four figures seemed like four different camps; each resembled a noble young lord, wearing dragon crowns and golden silk shoes, and one of them even had dragon horns on his forehead, appearing truly divine.
Behind them, they also raised a great banner.
East Sea.
South Sea.
West Sea.
North Sea.
The most divine young person, coming from the North Sea, with hundreds of attendants behind him, stood with hands behind his back, his aura terrifying.
This is the crown prince of the North Sea Dragon Palace, of extremely high status; the other three are not crown princes, but princes of the various dragon palaces, not worthy of the title crown prince.
Among the sea clan, the dragon palaces are the supreme existence, equivalent to a mortal dynasty.
Therein, the Dragon King holds the greatest authority and strongest strength; below him are three crown princes, who may be addressed as crown prince, second crown prince, third crown prince; thereafter there are no more, only princes can be called.
Even so, these three are all seventh-realm experts, possessing dragon blood and true dragon aura within them.
Roar.
The third crown prince of the North Sea let out a great roar; he felt refreshed, his whole body comfortable; his dragon's chant spread for ten thousand li, shaking to death swaths of innocent commoners, but he didn't care, instead stepping forward, a dragon carriage appeared, he sat upon it, his gaze icy cold and lofty.
"Go take back what is ours, tell these ants that the former hegemon has returned."
He spoke lightly, and in an instant 250,000 sea clan soldiers followed him away.
As for the other three, they remained exceedingly proud, each boarding a dragon carriage and rushing toward the Eastern Wilderness.
The world took notice of this scene, especially the major powers of the Eastern Wilderness, whose strongmen changed expression.
The sea clan has emerged, and their spearhead points directly at the Eastern Wilderness; for the Eastern Wilderness, this is nothing short of a heavenly catastrophe.
"Border defense."
But soon, the Da Xia Dynasty learned of this immediately, almost without hesitation, dragon ships transported troops to the border to resist this catastrophe.
Other dynasties more or less did the same.
Although everyone in the world had long known that such a catastrophe would come, no one expected it to arrive so quickly.
Boom boom boom! The sea clan's speed was too fast; even without giving anyone any time, they directly arrived at the border of the Da Xia Dynasty.
North Sea Dragon Palace crown prince.
Seated upon the dragon carriage, they rose on clouds and mist, standing tall above the heavens.
Below.
The Da Xia's 500,000 border guards had also made battle preparations; they stared at the sea clan, silent, and as soon as an order was given, both sides would immediately begin slaughter, the only disadvantage being that one side is in the high sky and the other on the ground.
"This is Da Xia territory."
"You may not enter."
A resonant voice rang out; it was a border-guarding state duke who, with the advent of the great era, had broken through to the sixth realm, hence his voice was sonorous; although he knew he was outmatched, he showed no fear whatsoever.
"Ants!"
"Kneel!"
However, in an instant, the attendant standing beside the dragon carriage suddenly spoke; his voice was overbearing beyond compare, like rolling heavenly thunder, and just a single sentence caused the 500,000-strong army's qi and blood to churn, making them dizzy and disoriented.
This is an outstanding figure among the North Sea Dragon Palace; one who can be stationed beside the crown prince is naturally extraordinary, a seventh-realm expert.
Possesses immortal power and strength.
Pfft.
The Duke of Da Xia spat a mouthful of fresh blood; he struggled to calm his heart, forcibly stabilizing his surging qi and blood, gripping his long blade, his gaze firm and icy.
"If you dare to step even half a step into Da Xia."
"Fight to the death."
His voice rang out, coming from the heart, also an icy reply.
"Fight to the death?"
"Ridiculous."
"A bunch of ants, dare to speak the word war?"
The guard's voice sounded again, his eyes filled with mockery, full of contempt.
"Loosen up."
"Kill."
And within the dragon carriage, the North Sea Third Prince's voice sounded, carrying a chill, his expression blank.
Upon saying this, in an instant, 250,000 Sea Clan soldiers surged forward; their eyes were not resolute nor belligerent, but filled with wild joy, as if wolves entering a flock of sheep.
Puff puff puff! Whoosh whoosh whoosh! The great battle erupted instantly, strong crossbows fired volley after volley, countless arrows raining down toward the sky.
Unfortunately, these are all Sea Clan elites, surviving since ancient times, they have experienced a hundred battles, their strength is not ordinary; even ordinary Sea Clan soldiers are at least fifth-realm experts.
250,000 fifth-realm experts, plus their battle-hardened experience, this is terrifying; even the Da Xia Dynasty does not have that many experts.
Of course, this force is strong, almost one-third of the North Sea's troops, also considered a huge investment.
Their purpose is clear: to let the world know their strength.
Deterrence is even more important.
Bang bang bang.
Blooms of blood blossomed, the Da Xia soldiers were cut down like vegetables, slaughtered by the Sea Clan soldiers.
There was a Martial King expert who, before dying, slew a Sea Clan soldier, but it was to no avail; under absolute strength and numbers, the Da Xia army of 500,000 appeared especially ridiculous.
"Mutual destruction."
At this moment, the Duke of Da Xia let out a roar; the border also had a trump card, the Heavenly Sky Dragon Boat instantly rose into the sky; Emperor Yongsheng had long anticipated this, so he had deployed part of his forces here.
And with the appearance of the Heavenly Sky Dragon Boat.
On the dragon carriage, the North Sea Third Prince watched silently: "This thing is somewhat strange; take it down, go back and study it well, see if any improvements can be made."
The North Sea Third Prince spoke.
Having said that, the guard beside him wasted no words, directly acted, seizing control of the Heavenly Sky Dragon Boat.
He is a seventh-realm expert; before him, the Heavenly Sky Dragon Boat cannot stir any waves.
On the battlefield,
Seeing this, the Duke of Da Xia's face turned deathly pale; he never expected their strongest trump card to be so easily handled by the enemy.
"Your Majesty, this subject is incompetent."
A roar rang out; in an instant, his qi and blood exploded, his whole body like a blood-man, and his strength surged dramatically in a moment.
However, he ultimately did not reach the seventh realm; instead, at the peak of the sixth realm, he gripped his long blade and unleashed a hundred-mile blade aura, cutting down Sea Clan soldiers one by one.
"Even the light of a grain of rice dares to rival the bright moon."
"Die!"
An icy voice rang out; the guard clad in silver armor, without hesitation, descended and struck down with a palm, instantly pulverizing this duke into fragments, his flesh and blood a blur.
Thus, the remaining Sea Clan soldiers, without hesitation, divided and ate this duke's flesh and blood, needing it to enhance themselves.
The great massacre began.
In the borderlands, the Da Xia army of 500,000 is nothing before the Sea Clan; the gap between them is immensely large.
They have seventh-realm experts when they need them, and strong warriors when they need them.
And the situation of the border battle is also reflected within the Da Xia imperial palace.
The officials watched this scene, their eyes nearly bursting with fury.
Upon the dragon throne, Emperor Yongsheng's gaze was even more icy.
"Sea Clan."
"Do you really think my Da Xia Dynasty has no strength to resist?"
At this moment, Emperor Yongsheng's voice rang out; he roared, though separated by tens of thousands of li, his voice and will could reach the border.
He is the emperor of Da Xia, possessing the imperial seal, not an ordinary emperor.
In the borderlands,
Emperor Yongsheng's voice was like rolling heavenly thunder.
Carrying questioning, also carrying anger.
"A bunch of ants."
"Dare to build a dynasty?"
"A force that has changed hands for hundreds of years, still has the face to call itself a dynasty?"
"Compared to that, the true dynasty lies with the Sea Clan."
"Furthermore, slaughtering you is your fortune; dying at the hands of the Sea Clan at least gives you a swift end."
The guard's voice rang out.
He, high above, gave a reply, looking down on these people from the bottom of his heart, utterly contemptuous.
However, within the dragon carriage, the North Sea Third Prince opened his mouth, not knowing what to say.
The sound of the silver‑armored guard rang out again.
He stood in the void, hands clasped behind his back, his gaze spanning tens of thousands of li, staring directly at Emperor Yongsheng within the imperial palace.
"Now, I give you a chance."
"The Northern Sea Dragon Palace will take over all Da Xia territories; the Eastern Wilderness belongs to our Sea Clan. Bow and submit; that is your final destination and your best choice."
"The Crown Prince has decreed that you may remain the leader of these ants, but you are not permitted to claim the throne."
"Now, immediately, give your answer—no overthinking, no clinging to any luck."
"This is not a negotiation but a notice: you may resist, but resistance leads only to a dead end."
"The lives of all Da Xia people rest on your attitude."
He spoke from a lofty height; his words were indeed not persuasion but a notice—more precisely, an order.
At this moment.
Inside the Da Xia imperial palace.
Emperor Yongsheng's complexion turned hideously grim; he knew that once the five ancient races revived, they would appear as absolute overlords, yet he had never imagined the Sea Clan would be so brazen.
Moreover, on the day of its emergence, it immediately set its sights on the Da Xia Dynasty.
It was so overbearing, refusing any chance for negotiation or detour.
Of course, this stemmed mainly from anger; ordinarily, the Sea Clan's actions were not at fault.
They were former overlords who vanished for a time due to various reasons.
Until today, they have reappeared and naturally seek to reclaim everything that belongs to them; to them, later generations are merely a swarm of ants usurping a magpie's nest.
If a prince builds an extravagantly lavish manor, returns to find a horde of beggars occupying it, would that prince slowly negotiate?
The Sea Clan's attitude has no major issue; the only problem is their excessive directness.
"Then let's see whether you have all been born."
At this moment, Emperor Yongsheng did not waste words; he gathered the imperial seal and mobilized Da Xia public opinion.
In an instant, the entire Da Xia sky filled with Holy Punishment's Clouds and Holy Punishment's Thunder, looking especially terrifying.
Heavenly might descended.
At the border, the Sea Clan soldiers eyed each other warily; for a moment, they felt some fear of this heavenly might.
"Roar!"
In a flash, the Third Crown Prince of the Northern Sea let out a roar; a dragon's chant shattered the terrifying heavenly might, a powerful aura erupted, and a ten‑thousand‑foot true‑dragon illusion rose in the firmament, unleashing millions of bolts of thunder that slashed straight into Da Xia's lands.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Valleys, plains, and even some cities were affected; the earth trembled, thunder roared, dozens of ancient cities turned to ruins in an instant, baptized by lightning, with countless dead and wounded—horrific beyond description.
"Ants."
"And they dare to shout?"
The voice of the Northern Sea's Third Crown Prince rang out.
Cold.
Ruthless.
He felt no anger, only contempt; he despised these people, believing that when the Sea Clan intervened, they neither bowed nor knelt to admit fault, yet still dared to act, which he found extremely abhorrent.
In his view, after the Sea Clan's arrival, the world should worship them as deities.
Making noise here? Aren't they afraid of death? Boom! Boom! Boom!
Yet at this moment, the heavenly might reconvened, and a voice inevitably sounded.
"The Sea Clan is an ancient great race, an ancient powerhouse; now that the venerable have revived and divided the seas, why do they still seize land?"
"Isn't that a bit excessive?"
The voice sounded.
It was Su Wenjing's voice; he was in the Southern Barbarians Region suppressing some evil spirits, unable to be in two places at once, and now, after finally finding a sliver of time, he spoke to express his stance.
He is a Confucian‑Daoist sage, also a Da Xia sage; faced with this situation, Su Wenjing could not remain absent.
"Seize?"
"Ridiculous."
"All heaven and earth belong to our Sea Clan; when did it become a seizure?"
"You are a sage."
"I grant you a thin favor, a counsel: future conflicts will be fiercer; withdraw quickly lest you incur an unbidden disaster."
The Northern Sea's Third Crown Prince is overly domineering; he is the Crown Prince of the Northern Sea Dragon Palace, the future Northern Sea Dragon King, a true dragon whose terrifying physique combines martial prowess and divine abilities, strength that suffocates.
Such a being indeed has the right to be arrogant.
Despising a sage is also understandable.
"Unbidden disaster?"
"Then I shall see just how strong the Sea Clan is, whether they can contend with Heaven."
Within the Southern Barbarians Region, Su Wenjing waved his hand; celestial holy light poured down, turning into bolts of thunder that slashed toward the border.
The Northern Sea's Third Crown Prince ignored it entirely, his eyes full of contempt, unwilling even to act.
A nearby silver‑armored guard immediately summoned a silver tower.
Boom.
The silver tower Holy Punishment's Light Shooting Upwards, instantly expanding to a ten‑thousand‑foot size, spawning countless jade dragons that devoured the sage's thunder without fear.
This is the Sea Clan's might: not only is their power strong, their artifacts are terrifyingly potent.
With ease, they thwarted the sage's assault.
Southern Barbarians Region.
Su Wenjing's expression was not good; more terrifying things were about to emerge in the Southern Barbarian Territory, and if he left, it would surely erupt.
But if he did not leave, the sea tribe would invade the Da Xia Dynasty; as a Da Xia Sage, he could not ignore it.
Kill.
The icy voice sounded again from the mouth of the Third Prince of the North Sea.
He was very direct.
Instantly, the 250,000 sea tribe soldiers surged forward like madmen, leaving no survivors wherever they went.
Sea tribe.
You truly are not afraid of my Da Xia Sage's personal arrival?
Gu Sage is currently in the Grand Bright Immortal Realm; if he emerges and learns of this, he will surely exterminate you all.
A voice rang out; it was a Great Scholar standing at the border, around him the righteous qi transformed into sword glints, resisting this group of sea tribe soldiers.
Gu Jin Nian?
Wait until he comes out, then we'll talk.
Even if he really comes out, what then?
Just a slightly stronger ant.
The silver-armored guard spoke, his eyes full of mockery; he fundamentally did not fear Gu Jin Nian, nor did he care about him.
The massacre continued.
Finally, in the Southern Barbarian Territory, Su Wenjing chose not to stand guard.
Da Xia scholars, follow me to exterminate the enemy.
A heaven-shaking voice sounded; at this moment, Su Wenjing's body burst forth with endless holy light, the aura of a sage enveloping the border, appearing immensely terrifying, forcing him to leave the Southern Barbarian Territory and march directly to the border to fight.
When Su Wenjing left the Southern Barbarian Territory, the expression of the silver-armored guard also changed in an instant.
Retreat!
A roar sounded, and the 250,000 sea tribe soldiers withdrew at the fastest speed.
They were not reluctant to fight, nor did they continue advancing.
But as this voice fell, Su Wenjing, who had rushed over at extreme speed, suddenly felt something was wrong; he realized he had been deceived.
More precisely, it was not a deception but the North Sea Dragon Palace, which from the start was not aimed at the Da Xia Dynasty but intended to trick him into leaving the Southern Barbarian Territory with this scheme.
Boom.
Indeed.
As Su Wenjing left, the Southern Barbarian Ten Thousand Great Mountains spewed forth a terrifying black qi, this black qi extremely eerie, flowing in all directions.
This is resentful energy.
It is the resentful energy of countless beings in the world.
The resentful energy surged like a sea, and silhouettes of people appeared, struggling within it, emitting painful wails.
The resentful energy erupting from the Ten Thousand Great Mountains instantly affected too many people.
In an ancient city, the common folk didn't even have time to run before collapsing unconscious on the spot.
But soon they rose again, their eyes filled with slaughter, fury, and unwillingness; former friends drew blades against each other, fathers and sons even grappled with one another.
They lost their reason, and under such resentful energy burst forth the darkest things from their hearts.
Anger, hatred, grudge, and killing intent all surged forth.
Countless people sucked in a breath of cold air; the changes in the Southern Barbarian Territory were too terrifying—was this meant to turn the world into a mortal purgatory?
Sea tribe.
When Gu Jin Nian emerges, this calamity will surely be settled with you all.
Su Wenjing let out a great roar, his flesh bursting with endless sage light, charging into the Southern Barbarian Territory to suppress and stop this terror.
If we do not seize the time and stabilize the situation in the Southern Barbarian Territory, then something even more terrible will inevitably occur.
Kill.
The guard beside the Third Prince of the North Sea saw this scene and could not help but reveal a cold smile.
The next moment, he spoke no nonsense, continuing to issue orders to exterminate the human race.
The sea tribe soldiers instantly became overjoyed, crossing the border and sweeping straight into Da Xia territory, leaving not a blade of grass wherever they passed.
Convey the imperial decree.
Da Xia Dynasty, all armies advance, leave no spare ground, kill until the last drop of blood.
Any Da Xia soldier, even if dead, shall not surrender.
The Eternal Prosperity Emperor roared angrily.
The great war erupted; he had no hesitation, issuing the imperial edict.
Thunderous and fierce, they carved a bloody path.
Even in death, they must die standing.
But compared to the Da Xia Dynasty's fervor, looking at the Fuyu Dynasty and the Great Jin Dynasty.
The atmosphere of these two dynasties was extraordinarily strange.
The East Sea Dragon Palace, with its 250,000-strong army, faced almost no obstruction, arriving directly at the Great Jin Imperial Palace.
The Great Jin emperor did not resist head-on but chose to seek peace.
Since the advent of the Great Age, they could never surpass the Da Xia Dynasty; knowing they had lost the initiative, in this situation it would be better to choose peace—even if it meant becoming a dog, at least they could survive and also witness their greatest rival suffer.
Why not do it? Inside the Great Jin Imperial Palace.
The Seventh Prince of the East Sea Dragon Palace entered the main hall.
Civil and military officials stood in place, heads lowered, showing extraordinary respect.
No one dared to raise their heads and stare.
No one dared to raise their head and look directly.
The Great Jin emperor had already stepped down from the dragon throne early, standing in the hall with several princes at his side, respectfully welcoming the Seventh Prince of the East Sea.
The Emperor of Great Jin, moreover, had already stepped down from the dragon throne early, standing in the middle of the great hall, with some princes standing beside him, respectfully welcoming the Seventh Prince of the East Sea.
But as soon as the Seventh Prince entered the hall, his expression turned cold instantly.
But as soon as the Seventh Prince entered the hall, his expression turned cold instantly.
In an instant, the guards beside him moved to attack.
In an instant, the guards beside him directly attacked.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The civil and military officials instantly fell to their knees, their kneecaps shattered, intense pain surging through them, yet they could not make a sound; an unseen force forced them to kneel, heads bowed, faces twisted, but they could not utter a cry.
Civil and military officials instantly knelt on the ground, their kneecaps all shattered, intense pain surging, yet they could not make a sound; an unknown force forced them to kneel, heads bowed, faces twisted, yet they could not shout.
"Ants."
"Ants."
The Seventh Prince of the East Sea covered his nose, utterly disgusted.
The Seventh Prince of the East Sea covered his nose, extremely disgusted.
The Great Jin emperor swallowed his saliva, having come this far, never expecting the people of the East Sea Dragon Palace to be so overbearing.
And the Emperor of Great Jin swallowed his saliva, having already come this far, yet he never expected the people of the East Sea Dragon Palace to be so overbearing.
But he knew that among the Four Seas Dragon Palaces, the East Sea Dragon Palace held the greatest power, so he dared not be negligent.
But he knew that among the Four Seas Dragon Palaces, the East Sea Dragon Palace held the greatest power, so he dared not be negligent.
"I pay my respects to the Crown Prince of the East Sea."
"Greetings to the East Sea Crown Prince."
The Great Jin emperor knelt on the ground, obsequiously smiling as he looked at him.
The Emperor of Great Jin knelt on the ground, appearing extremely fawning, smiling as he looked at the other party.
*Pfft. *
Pfft.
As soon as his words fell, his head hit the ground instantly.
Just as his words fell, his head instantly hit the ground.
"Do you worms dare to call yourself a crown prince?"
"The title of Crown Prince is also something you ants can claim?"
"Filthy."
"Filthy."
The Seventh Prince spoke, his words full of respect for the title "crown prince," yet he felt utter disgust at the Great Jin emperor's earlier remark.
The Seventh Prince spoke, the two words "Crown Prince" filled with respect, yet he felt extreme disgust at the Great Jin Emperor's earlier words.
Actually, if the Great Jin emperor had not chosen to surrender, although his defeat was certain, he would not have been outright slaughtered; as an emperor, he possessed the protection of true dragon aura.
Actually, if the Great Jin Emperor had not chosen to surrender, although his fate would surely be defeat, he would not have been outright exterminated; he is an emperor, protected by true dragon aura.
The sea tribe might not necessarily be able to kill him.
The sea tribe might not necessarily be able to kill him.
But the problem is, by choosing to surrender, he lost his true dragon aura.
But the problem is, he chose to surrender, so the true dragon aura vanished.
Because an emperor cannot surrender or submit; once he does, he loses the Mandate of Heaven's protection.
Because an emperor cannot surrender and submit; once he surrenders, he loses the protection of Heaven's Mandate.
The princes and princesses behind the Great Jin emperor turned pale, never expecting their father to die so easily.
The princes and princesses behind the Great Jin Emperor all turned pale; they never imagined their father would die like this.
He died far too cheaply—he was once one of the overlords of the Eastern Wasteland.
He died too cheaply, didn't he? He was once one of the overlords of the Eastern Wilderness.
"All men, execute them all."
"All men, execute them all."
The Seventh Prince of the East Sea spoke slowly; after saying that, he looked at the Great Jin Crown Prince and spoke directly.
"Keep these women, perform a blood sacrifice of five million, and conduct a sea burial."
The Seventh Prince spoke, his eyes icy.
The Seventh Prince of the East Sea spoke slowly; after saying this, he looked toward the Eldest Prince of Great Jin and spoke directly.
The latter hesitated a bit, unable to process all this at once.
"Kneel, become my slave, yet still let you control this country."
Before three breaths could pass, his head was severed instantly.
The Seventh Prince spoke, his eyes icy.
He said nothing, because he didn't want to repeat himself.
To let a prince become a slave.
He then knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the Seventh Prince of the East Sea.
But the latter hesitated a bit; he could not digest so much information at once.
However, some of the princesses or ladies, strong-willed, chose suicide, preferring death to submission.
Pfft.
The heaven-shaking massacre began.
Before three breaths had passed, his head instantly separated.
This is the crushing of absolute power.
And the Seventh Prince's gaze locked onto the second prince.
Darkness!
He did not speak, because he did not want to repeat himself.
Bloodshed! Without any ethics or morality.
"I am willing, I am willing."
And all of this is merely the opening.
The latter knelt on the ground, kowtowing to the Seventh Prince of the East Sea.
At that moment, the massacre began, the palace fell into chaos in an instant, and the princesses and other women in the palace were immediately seized, about to face unspeakable cruelty.
At that moment, the massacre began; the palace instantly fell into chaos, and these princesses, as well as the ladies within the palace, were instantly controlled, about to face inhumane cruelty.
However, some princesses and palace women, being strong‑willed, chose to kill themselves rather than submit.
However, some princesses, or ladies, of strong character chose suicide, preferring death to submission.
But such a death seemed utterly meaningless.
But such death seemed meaningless.
The earth‑shattering massacre begins.
The heaven-shaking massacre began.
And the Fu Luo dynasty is even more brutal than this.
And the Fuyu Dynasty is even more cruel here.
This is the crushing force of absolute power.
This is the crushing of absolute strength.
It is also a clash of civilizations with differing strengths.
It is also the collision of civilizations of differing strength.
Darkness!
Darkness!
Cruelty!
Cruelty!
Bloodshed! No ethics or morals at all.
Bloodshed! Without any ethics or morality.
There is no fairness whatsoever.
There is also no fairness.
And all of this is merely the opening.
And all of this is merely the opening.
(End of chapter)
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