Chapter 40: Holy shit, where did all these people come from?

Above the heavenly firmament, banners fluttered in the wind.

The familiar melody echoed in all directions at this moment.

War chariots covered the sky and blotted out the sun, mighty and vast.

On the ruins, everyone stared wide‑mouthed, unable to believe their eyes.

"Holy shit, am I seeing things?"

"Brother, you're not seeing things—you're really one of us!"

"Damn it, besides those who came over three thousand years ago, who could cause this commotion?"

"Fuck, how many people do they have?"

"Not sure, but looking at this momentum, there must be tens of thousands!"

The sky‑covering war chariot fleet drove toward the city.

One after another, tiny infants stepped out of those war chariots.

They gazed at those Divine Race beings, eyes shining.

Given the current scarcity of cultivation resources, hunting the Divine Race is the most effective way to increase strength.

Especially the existence of the system granted by Lu Chen; upon seeing these Divine Race demons, it's like seeing a fat sheep! "Kill kill kill, don't let any escape!"

"Comrades, supplies have arrived; those who go up first get meat to eat, those who come later can only drink soup—don't say I'm not leaving you an opportunity!"

"This is definitely the reward mechanism set up by our ancestors; as long as we kill these Divine Race beings, we can continuously increase our strength—each time I can scavenge various ancient divine weapon fragments from their bodies!"

"My system hasn't pinged these past few days; today I must kill a few Divine Race beings to make it ping!"

Tens of thousands of Great Xia Descendants reborn, stretching their short, chubby arms, leapt out of the war chariots.

This mighty momentum even startled many Divine Race beings.

Although most of them only have Foundation Establishment cultivation, their talent and physique are terrifyingly outstanding! Moreover, they once learned supreme immortal arts; when they work together, even powerful Divine Race beings cannot withstand them.

"These, these Human Race children have gone mad, haven't they?"

"Where the hell did all these little brats come from?"

"Good, good, good—since you're seeking death, I'll just kill you all cleanly today!"

"A bunch of idiots, do they think that with their numbers and this strength they can be our enemies?"

The numerous Divine Race beings sneered; although the opposition is numerous and can threaten most Divine Race beings, our side still has many strong ones.

The huge gap in realm cannot be made up by talent or numbers.

In their eyes, this crowd rushing forward is no different from seeking death.

But at this very moment, on those flying vessels and war chariots...

Countless terrifying auras emerged, a chilling aura that instantly enveloped the entire battlefield, leaving the Divine Race powerhouses almost unable to move.

"This... this is the aura of an Emperor, how is that possible!"

"Human Emperors have nearly all died out, so how can there be so many such auras!"

The Divine Race beings' faces turned ashen, their fear reaching the extreme.

Even the South Sea Emperor couldn't help but show astonishment.

Over these three thousand years, humanity has produced countless prodigies; almost every few centuries a peerless powerhouse attains the Dao and becomes an Emperor, crossing the void.

But now, only a few remain alive; aside from those old fogeys in the Emperor's Pass, hardly any Emperors survive to this day.

"Heaven vast, earth vast, I have Dao laws to forge an Immortal Vessel!"

A delicately carved jade‑like little Daoist boy stepped out of the war chariot, his body laden with splendid treasures.

He casually tossed a jade bracelet, shattering a Divine Race powerhouse to pieces.

He pinched three yellowed talismans, casually threw them, and instantly summoned rolling heavenly thunder! The South Sea Emperor's heart trembled—this is the Immortal Vessel Emperor, famed for forging treasures through refinement; his greatest pride is the Immortal Vessel he crafted. With it, he once suppressed who knows how many Divine Race supremacies.

Unfortunately, that Immortal Vessel eventually shattered and was lost in the vast cosmos.

"A crimson moon rises, hand can pluck the stars!"

A white‑clad boy stepped forward, raising his hand to form a sky‑covering black palm, directly slapping to death countless Divine Race powerhouses terrified to the extreme.

Space caved in, the earth shook and mountains trembled.

His icy gaze swept over.

"South Sea, long time no see!"

At this moment, the South Sea Emperor's heart pounded—this was the Red Moon Emperor, who had given him guidance before he himself attained the Dao!

"Come on, come on, let's all have a good fight with this seat!"

A black‑clad youth wielded a black longsword slightly larger than himself, charging across the battlefield.

His body contained supreme divine power, like an ancient fierce beast, causing countless Divine Race beings to tremble with fear.

"Impossible, impossible, how could there be so many Human Emperors in the world!"

"Fake, it's all fake—if humanity truly had such strength, how could we have survived to now!"

"Run, run fast!"

On the battlefield, over a dozen Emperor auras descended, leaving all Divine Race beings shocked to the point of despair!

Over these thousands of years, even Divine Race supremacies of the same realm as Human Emperors needed dozens to surround them just to leave a trace.

But now, over a dozen Human Emperors appeared simultaneously, accompanied by tens of thousands of monstrously talented Human Race youths.

In an instant, offense and defense reversed; they seemed to have become prey at this moment! Run, only run! But how could it be so easy? The Immortal Vessel Emperor overseeing the battlefield tossed out eight small flags, directly sealing off all space.

Over a dozen Emperors' surging immortal power spread out, plunging the Divine Race beings into utter despair!

Tens of thousands of Great Xia Descendants reborn surged forward, instantly overturning the entire battlefield.

Countless Divine Race powerhouses were torn to shreds.

Many even broke through on the spot, triggering various phenomena.

"Everyone scatter quickly, my damn heavenly tribulation is coming soon!"

A fair-skinned infant wearing a Daoist robe stepped onto the heavens.

The heavenly tribulation as thick as a water bucket kept falling, yet he smashed them one by one.

Many Great Emperors watched with hearts pounding; what appeared was the ninety-nine heavenly tribulation—what kind of Golden Core did this kid condense? But before the tribulation here was over, someone over there suddenly enlightened, streams of immortal light shot straight into the clouds, unknown golden inscriptions appeared around his body, emitting an extremely profound and mysterious aura.

And on the battlefield, those system owners who had slaughtered many divine clans hid in corners, frantically adding points, their realms constantly breaking through.

"It's too terrifying; even when we formed our cores back then, we never had such a commotion, right?"

"Is this the great age of humanity? Saint bodies are as common as dogs, divine bodies walk everywhere."

"According to them, the Great Emperor realm is also called True Immortal, and above that there are many more realms."

"It seems we were reborn in this life just to protect them!"

The South Sea Great Emperor stared blankly at this scene.

Those old acquaintances, though their appearances are gone, their auras remain familiar.

On the battlefield, densely packed, are infants undergoing breakthroughs.

And the aura of their breakthroughs is even more exaggerated than the last.

Her gaze swept over the flying ships in the sky and the myriad monsters on the ground, giving her a dreamlike dazed feeling.

"Damn, where did all these people come from?" (End of chapter)