Chapter 356: Let Me In

Just then, several figures emerged from the teleportation passage again—Kuntusi and Zhang He, leading dozens of Martial Saints, walked out of the gate.

Kuntusi said, "Shen Qing, the Martial Emperor said there's an anomaly in this world—do we need to help?"

Shen Qing lifted the dark elf in his hand and shook it: "Nothing much—another civilization arrived in our world through the teleportation passage."

Zhang He's expression grew stern: "Another civilization? How strong is it? Should we recall the Martial Emperor or Shen Ancestor?"

After a thousand years of fighting evil, Zhang He's nerves were also taut, fearing another formidable civilization might appear.

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Not strong."

Saying that, he tossed the dark elf to Zhang He.

Zhang He caught the dark elf, tapped its flesh with yuan energy, then spoke.

"His realm is clearly high, yet why is his physique so frail?"

He then used yuan energy to draw out the gray magic power within the dark elf's body, and lightly pinched it.

"Their cultivation power isn't impressive either—such weak energy, about the same as true qi strength."

After all, the Great Wu cultivation system is already highly mature, starting from the lowest internal force, then to true qi of the Innate Realm, then to yuan qi of the Golden Core Realm.

The power system has completed a three-step leap.

Shen Qing clapped his hands: "Indeed too weak—their strongest is merely a fifth‑level Earthly Immortal, and even that is likely weaker than an ordinary fifth‑level Earthly Immortal."

The dark elf in Zhang He's hand listened as Shen Qing, Zhang He, and Kuntusi belittled its civilization and its race's power system, and a huge sense of shame welled up inside it.

Yet it dared not speak a word, for whether Kuntusi or Zhang He, their auras surpassed even its own demon god.

Moreover, from Zhang He's words it sounded like there were two even stronger individuals.

Only then did it recall what Priest Andelu had said: the more complex a civilization, the higher its spirituality, and the less simple it is.

If he had taken the regret pill, he would surely have obeyed the priest's words.

Zhang He lifted the dark elf: "Who did I think you were? Turns out you're Little Clumsy Three."

Having said that, he directly pinched the dark elf into a blood mist.

"Shen Qing, you command; we'll follow you."

Shen Qing waved his hand: "Nothing more to say—all Martial Saints, spread out and kill every dark elf you can see."

"Senior Kuntusi, Senior Zhang He, the three of us will go to the Far South to see what they're really capable of."

The Far South.

Here there are now some tall trees, and a palace built of wood.

These trees were produced by catalyzing the wood magic of the White Elf clan.

Inside the palace, Anjiluosi sat casually on the throne, leisurely enjoying fine wine.

Meanwhile, the dark elves below kept reporting the world's progress nonstop.

"Your Majesty! We've found Andu fruit in the deep sea—the Andu fruit that vanished from our world a thousand years ago!"

"Your Majesty, we've discovered..."

Batch after batch of dark elves entered the palace to report; Anjiluosi's contented expression grew ever more obvious as he swirled the wine cup in his hand.

"I think I've started to fall a little in love with this world."

"The resources are actually so abundant, and there's even such a rich wine culture."

Yet the worry on the face of Priest Andelu beside him grew ever more intense.

He flipped through his book ever faster, employing study spells to learn the script of Great Wu.

As the exploration progressed, he grew increasingly uneasy: with such abundant resources, how could no strong ones arise?

Magic surged, the system ran at high speed, his brain was about to smoke.

Anjiluosi lifted a cup of fine wine and walked toward Andelu: "Priest Andelu, don't be so anxious—we've caused such a commotion; if there were truly strong ones, they'd have come to stop us already."

"Judging by the current situation, even if there were a strong one at the Demon God Realm, it probably wouldn't be..."

Just then, Andelu's face changed and he shouted sharply: "Wait!"

"Your Majesty, we may have caused a disaster..."

Anjiluosi set down his wine cup: "A disaster? What do you mean?"

Andelu's trembling finger pointed to a line in the book before him; he drew a deep breath and spoke, shaking.

"The book says that at the year's end, the Martial Emperor announced the information about the evils; this world's battle with the evils has lasted a thousand years. A thousand years ago, the Martial Emperor discovered the evils' invasion, and together with Shen Family Ancestor he led dozens of Earthly Immortals to resist the evils!"

Anjiluosi's face grew solemn: "What are the evils? What are Earthly Immortals?"

Andelu turned his head to look at Anjiluosi, his pupils dilating and his facial muscles twitching: "The evils are the Evil Race! Earthly Immortals are equivalent to our Demon God Realm!"

Immediately afterward, Andelu raised his voice sharply.

"Your Majesty! This civilization is the one that has been clashing with the Evil Race for a thousand years! We've caused a disaster!"

Those words struck Anjiluosi's head like a ten‑million‑ton hammer, leaving him only feeling a shortage of oxygen.

"Are you sure you didn't misread..."

Although he phrased it as a question, Anjiluosi knew the chance of error was minuscule.

Just then, a Demon Saint rushed in from outside the palace, extremely anxious; as a Demon Saint he actually ran in such a sorry state.

He bellowed: "Your Majesty! An important discovery!"

"Speak quickly!"

The Demon Saint howled: "We've learned a language called the Great Wu Dynasty State; from interrogations we learned this world has at least twenty demon gods!"

"Moreover, they seem to have begun a counteroffensive—many Demon Saints in the heart‑law spells have lost contact!"

Anjiluosi staggered back two steps, nearly losing his footing; these words directly confirmed what Andelu had read from the book.

A thousand years ago, the Evil Race virtually crushed their Elf clan with the speed of a rotting log being split.

Moreover, this world shows no trace of having been destroyed by the Evil Race, which shows that the Evil Race and this civilization have never clashed here in their thousand‑year standoff.

This further demonstrates the terror of this civilization.

And yet they now dare to provoke this civilization?

Isn't this like the Old Man of Longevity hanging himself, tired of living?

Āndé lǔ reached out and pulled Ānjí luò sī: "Your Majesty, what should we do now?"

Ānjí luò sī exploded: "Run! Retreat immediately! Close the portal passage!"

"There are still many dark elves who haven't come back!"

Ānjí luò sī roared in anger.

"No more! No more! Run!"

"How could something that can clash with the evil clan for a thousand years be a good match? All we can do now is run."

Several people exchanged a glance, no longer worrying about so much; they knew Ānjí luò sī was right, at this moment they couldn't delay— the longer they dragged, the greater the loss.

Several people immediately rushed toward the portal passage; once everyone who could enter had done so, Ānjí luò sī immediately bellowed.

"Āndé lǔ, close the portal immediately!"

Āndé lǔ, hearing this, immediately began chanting the spell; subsequently, the jade-green staff in his hand burst forth with a dazzling light.

Immediately afterward, Āndé lǐ thrust his staff hard into the ground, and the surrounding life force began to flow into the staff.

"Deep-rooted!!!"

Only to see the life force surge toward the portal; the tremendous power caused the portal to begin contracting.

However, even so, Ānjí luò sī did not relax, holding his breath, staring fixedly at the portal.

Only when the portal finally shrank to the size of a head did he let out a breath.

"It's over."

But just then, a fair hand suddenly slapped onto the portal about to close.

Shen Qing's voice also sounded then, gloomy like a terrifying ghost.

"'Little elf, little elf, let me in!'"