Chapter 623

At the time when the Heavenly Court was celebrating the birth of the ten imperial sons, the Great Wasteland was already flowing with rivers of blood.

The hanging of the Heavenly Ranking was like a massive stone thrown into a calm lake, stirring up a sky-high wave across the entire scattered cultivator community of the Great Wasteland.

"Have you heard? The Three Immortals of the Eastern Sea joined forces and beheaded the Black Flood Dragon ranked ninety-seventh on the Demon-Slaying Ranking, then outside the Southern Heavenly Gate, they immediately exchanged it for a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure!"

"Not only that! They also gained a thread of Heavenly Mandate Blessing—it's said that upon returning to secluded cultivation, one of them broke through their bottleneck that very day!"

"My heavens! This Heavenly Ranking... is real!"

"What are you waiting for? The old bear demon of Blackwind Mountain on the ranking has committed countless evils, with a bounty of three thousand merits—enough to exchange for a Nine-Revolution Taiyi Golden Elixir! Form a team! Hurry and form a team!"

Facts speak louder than eloquence.

After the first successful reward redemption appeared, all the scattered cultivator great abilities who had been hesitating went completely mad.

Mandate, merit, spiritual treasures, elixirs...

These supreme treasures, which were sought after but unattainable in daily life, are now as common as Chinese cabbage—just go "slay monsters," and you can exchange for them.

For a time, the entire Great Wasteland erupted in an unprecedented "nationwide extermination of bandits" movement.

Countless reclusive ancient monsters, countless solitary ruthless figures, all emerged from their mountains.

They formed small groups of three or five, created hunting squads, held the bounty list, and like sharks smelling blood, roamed across the Great Wasteland, frenziedly hunting the targets on the Demon-Slaying Ranking.

Besides the vicious beasts and demons listed, even more numerous were those secretly practicing blood sacrifice arts to provide resentment for the Witch Clan—subordinate tribes!

West Ox-Heaven Continent, a tribe named "Blood Slaughter."

Tens of thousands of beings who worship the Witch Gods were devoutly praying before the altar when suddenly, several streaks of light flashed across the horizon, and seven or eight scattered cultivators whose auras were all at the Great Luo Golden Immortal realm descended with ferocious smiles.

"【Demon-Slaying Ranking】 Three Hundred and Sixty-First Place, Blood Slaughter Tribe, practicing blood sacrifice heresy, slaughtering beings, bounty: eighty thousand merits!"

"Kill!"

Without a word of excess talk, a crushing slaughter instantly unfolded.

In less than half an hour, the entire tribe was slaughtered to emptiness.

The leader of the scattered cultivators took the high priest's head, smiled satisfiedly, and said: "Come on, next one!"

A similar scene unfolded in every corner of the Great Wasteland.

Though top-tier beings like the Queen Mother of the West and Zhenyuanzi maintained their dignity and did not personally descend, their disciples had long been unable to restrain themselves and rushed down the mountain to "gain experience."

In just a few months, the tribes that had once acted arrogantly under the Witch Clan's protection suffered heavy casualties—over seventy percent of the peripheral forces were utterly uprooted.

Countless urgent blood-red jade slips piled up in the corners of Pangu Hall, nearly filling the ten-thousand-zhang-high great hall.

"Ah ah ah! Bullying too far!"

The Fire God Zhu Rong gazed at the mountain-like pile of jade slips, his copper-bell-sized giant eyes glowing crimson like blood. His Southern Bright Departure Fire surged out of control, burning the space before him until it collapsed inch by inch.

"Di Jun! Gu Yuan! I, Zhu Rong, will not share the same sky with you!"

"Big Brother!" The Water God Gonggong also gritted his teeth, black water surging around his body with piercing chill, "We can't endure anymore! Those scattered cultivators have already slaughtered their way to the foot of Mount Buzhou! They're digging up the roots of our Witch Clan!"

"Those bastards, relying on their numbers, specifically target our isolated tribesmen! If we don't act now, people's hearts will scatter!"

Qiangliang, She Bi Shi, and other warlike ancestral witches roared in unison, begging for orders to go to battle.

"Shut up, all of you!"

On the primary seat, Di Jiang's icy voice sounded.

He looked at the map, where the light points representing Witch Clan forces were blinking out one after another at a terrifying speed.

He knew, this was a Yang Scheme.

A Yang Scheme he understood but could not solve.

On the Heavenly Ranking, the bounties were placed only on those with confirmed guilt. If the Witch Clan stepped forward to protect them, it would be equivalent to admitting before the entire Great Wasteland that they consorted with demons.

But if they did not protect...

At this moment, Zhu Rong and Gonggong exchanged a glance, and simultaneously, a flicker of madness flashed in their eyes.

"Big Brother, if you won't give the order, we'll go ourselves!"

"Exactly! Today we must slaughter that bunch of clueless riffraff, make them know who is the true master of this Great Wasteland!"

The words had not yet fallen when two figures had already transformed into streaks of light and rushed out of Pangu Hall.

"Nonsense!" Di Jiang's face changed, he wanted to stop them, but it was already too late.

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In the central Great Wasteland, a place named the "Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance," a gathering ground for scattered cultivators.

Thousands of scattered cultivators were here exchanging information, dividing spoils, the atmosphere fervent.

A Luo scattered cultivator who had just exchanged a great witch's head for a low-grade Innate Spiritual Treasure from the Heavenly Treasury Pavilion was proudly holding up the treasure radiating brilliant light, his face flushed as he boasted of the Heavenly Court's benevolence and the Demon-Slaying Ranking's justice, drawing envy and cheers from those around him.

Suddenly, the heavens darkened.

Two colossal demon god true bodies, each towering hundreds of millions of zhang, descended without warning.

One was engulfed in heavenly-burning flames, the other had feet trampling surging black waters.

"They are the ancestral witches!"

"Zhu Rong! Gonggong! It's over... everything is over!"

All scattered cultivators' faces drastically changed, their eyes revealing terror.

"Run!" Whoever let out a piercing scream ignited everyone's fear completely.

"A bunch of ants, dare to move against my Witch Clan's people? All of you, go die for me!" Zhu Rong let out a feral laugh and threw a punch.

However, at the exact moment his fist descended.

Buzz——

A vast net woven from countless golden threads of law emerged from the void, enveloping him and Gonggong, together with the space of a million li around them, completely.

"A formation?!" Zhu Rong froze, then exploded in rage, "Trivial trick!"

He and Gonggong simultaneously exerted force, their water and fire laws clashing, the violent power instantly shattering that golden net into pieces.

But, at the very moment they broke out of the formation, they saw countless streaks of flowing light rushing toward this place from all directions.

Those were Heavenly Mirrors, and within the Heavenly Mirrors, their towering figures that had just broken out of the formation were clearly reflected.

"Heavenly Court Gazette! Live broadcast from the scene!"

"Ancestral Witches make a move, sheltering evil demons, slaughtering us righteous Scattered Cultivators!"

"The Witch Clan, in league with evil demons! Ironclad proof of their crimes!"

One voice after another, mixed with magical power, spread across the Entire Wasteland through those Heavenly Mirrors.

Zhu Rong and Gonggong were thoroughly stunned in place.

They looked at those Scattered Cultivators pointing fingers at them, eyes full of anger and Hatred, and for the first time felt what it meant to have no way to defend themselves despite a hundred mouths.