Chapter 261

They halted their steps.

Immediately, Ashiya Kano and Ashiya To entered forward, converting the captured terrain qi into spiritual energy and injecting it into the lush, fairyland-like Ghost Horn Clan's ancestral domain ahead.

Like fengshui masters specializing in geomancy and celestial phenomena, onmyōji manipulate terrain to forge deadly arrays—so bizarre and extraordinary, so mysterious beyond compare—raising their hands, spiritual energy in their palms slipped into the earth like fish into the ocean, dancing freely, leaping and darting, sinking into the ground and vanishing from sight.

Silent and unseen, it crept along the surface, spreading in all directions.

This sight made the Sage of Ren City's eyes flash incessantly, his composure shaken, his blood surging.

If the malevolent geomantic array truly worked as Ashiya To claimed, then after this battle, the shock among the ten thousand clans was inevitable—once the Ghost Horn Clan and other invading clans were erased by such a catastrophic method, the tremors would be immense.

The name of Ren City would echo throughout the Ten Thousand Wastelands.

Ashiya To, Ashiya Kano, and the mysterious, formidable Ashiya Clan would become taboos of the Ten Thousand Wastelands, terrifying the entire realm.

Boom!

One by one, colossal divine and demonic radiance, as vast as demonic mountains, erupted skyward, blindingly brilliant, surging terrifying divine light that pierced through the clouds, turning night into day—coming from the direction of the Ghost Horn Clan's ancestral domain.

"Human divine demons, how are you still alive?"

All the Ghost Horn Clan's divine demons burst from their ancestral domain, astonished beyond measure to see the Ren City Sages before them.

But before they could ponder why the Ren City Sages still lived, or why they had come here…

Behind them, ten thousand mountains loomed, majestic and towering—the once fairyland-like Ghost Horn Clan domain—now, in this midnight, magma-like flames surged from the earth, blazing skyward, blazingly hot and radiant, transforming into roaring fire dragons that ascended like pillars holding up the heavens, piercing through the ancestral domain, rending it countless holes.

At this moment, the Ghost Horn Clan's ancestral domain was no longer beautiful or fertile—it had become a colossal celestial furnace, burning all life and matter within.

"No!!"

"How could our ancestral domain be like this!!"

The sudden calamity left the Ghost Horn Clan's chieftain and his inner elites with eyes bulging in rage.

Who could have imagined their ancestral domain would suffer such an attack—not human-made, but like a natural disaster—as if the land they had lived on for tens of thousands of years was itself a perilous place, harboring a great calamity that had now erupted.

The screams of their clan members, burning alive, pierced their ears—heart-rending, agonized cries.

Before their eyes, everything turned crimson with fire—clan members, birds and beasts, forests and soil—all reduced to ash in the flames.

The Ghost Horn Clan's elites roared in fury, voices hoarse.

How could this be.

What exactly was happening.

Why had this occurred.

At this moment, they received the answer.

"After tonight, the Ghost Horn Clan will be erased from the Ten Thousand Wastelands," Ashiya To murmured, his voice soft, yet all heard it clearly.

Amidst his words, white light streaked with golden radiance flickered—he and Ashiya Kano summoned ten Shikigami of divine demon rank.

Without further words, the two, accompanied by four Ren City Sages and ten Shikigami, became like death gods of the dark netherworld night, harvesting lives—unless every living thing here perished, they would not stop, their slaughter continuing until death fully engulfed the land.

In an instant.

The battlefield roared with battle cries, everywhere flashing blades and swords—this was the final movement of a requiem woven from blood and life, each warrior seeming ready to kill until they became demons.

Boom!!

Ashiya To roared, and countless talismans flew out, swirling around him, blocking the surging assaults from the enemy.

As his great hand swept down, thousands of talismans beside him shimmered and transformed into myriad forms—as if he were a true god commanding heaven and earth—thunder, wind, water, and fire followed his will; with a single command, his words became law—he shaped wind, condensed fire, gathered water into lightning.

"Roar!"

The ten Shikigami—some like divine immortals, others like demonic beasts—radiated terrifying auras as they charged toward the Ghost Horn Clan's divine demons.

At this moment.

The Ghost Horn Clan's ancestral domain became an ocean of flame, blazing as bright as day, illuminating all directions, the very void burning, everything reduced to ash.

Only the powerful Ghost Horn Clan divine demons remained alive.

Unimaginably horrific.

A clan numbering over a hundred million had been reduced to mere dozens in a single night—and the number continued to dwindle, steadily withering away.

A terrifying roar shook the heavens, as if the sky would collapse.

It was the Ghost Horn Clan chieftain—a peerless Divine King.

He charged forward, confronting Ashiya To in fierce battle.

Ashiya To formed a single Yin-Yang hand seal; the ground of the Ghost Horn Clan's domain trembled violently, and hundreds of thousands of spiritual lights shot upward—initially slender as auroras, then exploding into colossal forms as vast as dragon bodies, crushing heaven and earth.

Boom!!

This was the malevolent geomantic array—not one that activated only to unfold autonomously; this array could be controlled. At this moment, Ashiya To stirred the array's malevolent force, pressing it down upon the Ghost Horn Clan chieftain.

"Ahh—"

The peerless Divine King of the Ghost Horn Clan screamed, immediately unleashing his strongest divine technique—but still, he could not resist the array's malevolent force; his technique shattered under suppression, and his own body suffered massive injuries.

Simultaneously, Ashiya To crossed the nine heavens, appearing before the Ghost Horn Clan chieftain—and with a wet *plop*, he tore off one of the chieftain's arms.

Divine blood sprayed everywhere.

The Ghost Horn Clan chieftain clutched his severed arm, blood gushing uncontrollably; as a peerless Divine King himself, he had suffered a crushing defeat in the first exchange, his face twisted in horror: "Who are you?"

He did not recognize this as a Ren City Sage—neither in appearance nor in technique did this match the Ren City Sages; this power was too immense.

"Ashiya Clan's Twenty-Eight Mansions, Northern Seven: 'Dou.'"

Ashiya To spoke, then attacked again.

Boom boom boom.

The Ghost Horn Clan's ancestral domain roared with battle cries, the scene horrific.

Because Ashiya To and Ashiya Kano had come to the Ghost Horn Clan's domain without any concealment, all other clans had long been watching this place.

Now, as the battle here escalated, divine demons from all clans arrived just in time to witness the Ghost Horn Clan's peerless Divine King chieftain screaming, his body cracking apart under Ashiya Dou's assault—a sight unspeakably gruesome and harrowing.

And as for the other Ghost Horn Clan divine demons—all were dead; even their ancestral domain had been reduced to ruin, not a single soul left alive, all buried within.

The gods and demons of every race were so terrified their hearts and gallbladders nearly split — this was a top-ten race of the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm, and just like that, the entire clan had been wiped out.

And the ones who had annihilated them were the human race, whom they had always looked down upon, regarded as mere ants.

Since ancient times, which of the great races of the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm — especially those in the top ten — was not exalted on high, reigning over the realm, gazing down upon the barren lands? Never had any been so miserably exterminated; their entire clan lands had been burned to ash, not even a single bird or beast spared.

And now, the top-ten Ghost Horn Clan had been destroyed — slaughtered until the light of sun and moon vanished from their lands, wails of ghosts and howls of wolves filled the air, corpses lay everywhere, a boundless storm of blood and gore.

Horrifying!

Too terrifying.

The first time the human race revealed its might, it was this dreadful.

This was an earth-shaking upheaval in the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm; the order of powerful races was about to be rewritten.

Then, under the trembling, horrified gazes of the gods and demons of every great race, Ashaya Dou and Ashaya Wei did not linger after destroying the Ghost Horn Clan; without stopping, they headed toward the next place.

"That's… the direction of the Crocodile Demon Clan," a god-demon cried out in dread.

They were not stopping at wiping out one clan — they meant to annihilate every great race that had invaded.

This night was a nightmare of terror for the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm.

On this night, eleven races of the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm — including one in the top ten — were wiped out, becoming history, vanishing into the river of time.

On this night, every race of the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm finally acknowledged and came to recognize the strength of humans — that humans were, in fact, not weak at all.

This night…

The fearsome name of the Ashaya House resounded through every race of the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm.

A wisp of dawn light broke through, tearing apart the long sky; this night had finally passed.

Ashaya Dou and Ashaya Wei stood upon the clan lands of the last race they had annihilated. Morning light poured down, cloaking their bodies in a golden glow, making their majestic presence appear even more dazzling, even more towering.

The sages of Human City gazed at the two of them, a sight they would never be able to forget.

They would remember forever that on this day, it was these two who had saved Human City — these two who had led them through the black of night to carve out a bright, clear world for Human City, and to return an everlasting peace to it.

They gazed deeply at the two.

In the end, amid the morning clouds, though the sages of Human City pressed them earnestly to stay, they did not remain. Having done what needed to be done, claiming no merit at all, they transformed into two streams of brilliant flowing light and departed the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm.

But they would forever be remembered by Human City, remembered by the Ten Thousand Wastes Realm.

In this morning glow, in this dawn, their deeds — and all that they had done — would be inscribed.

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(PS: I shouldn't have cut the chapter today either, right?)