Chapter 1003: Brilliant War Records (2)

As one of the five major strong clans that now control the Gods' Observation Outpost, the Dark Soul God Clan likewise descended with thirty thousand clansmen.

Leading them was Xu You, the full-blooded younger brother of Xu Po.

His body was shrouded in thick gray-black mist, riding a mount whose form shifted unpredictably, faintly composed of gray phosphorescence; Xu You whistled, leisurely gazing at the pale cyan clouds above.

"An impressive formation……but it poses little threat to us." Xu You murmured softly to his close aides behind him: "I know my biased father secretly let Xu Po bring three supreme divine artifacts."

He gave a strange laugh, then whispered: "Remember the Soul-Devouring Divine Technique I gave you; when the time comes, you will draw on the power of Xu Po's three supreme divine artifacts to break this seemingly impressive great formation."

"At the same time, by practicing the Soul-Devouring Divine Technique, you can forcibly seize a portion of the supreme divine artifacts' origin power; this will greatly benefit you, helping you swiftly advance to the Half-Step God King Realm."

"More importantly, it is to give Xu Po a slight, insignificant lesson."

Above Xu You's head, a black pyramid the size of a fist slowly emerged, instantly filling the void with piercing ghostly wails; the thirty thousand Dark Soul God Clan members all trembled, kneeling reverently on the ground.

This, too, is a supreme divine artifact.

This, too, is the Myriad Spirits Soul Tower that Xu You's biased father secretly slipped to him before his expedition.

By reason, Xu Po is the first heir of the Dark Soul God Clan, and supreme divine artifacts should belong only to him; yet Xu You likewise obtained a supreme divine artifact, which, by rights, should indicate his father's slight bias toward him.

Of course, Xu You would not think that way.

Why does Xu Po have three supreme divine artifacts while he has only one? This is unfair, this is bias.

Therefore, he must make Xu Po suffer some color, so that if Xu Po incurs some guilt and is harshly punished by the clan, that would be best.

What guilt could be more severe than damaging the origin of a supreme divine artifact?

"Don't blame me, respected brother; truly, you blocked my way." Xu You gave a low, cold laugh: "The Soul-Devouring Divine Technique is our Dark Soul God Clan's lost supreme secret for at least ten million years."

"Who would have thought that in the cemetery where countless ancestors of the Dark Soul God Clan rest, there is still inheritance?" Xu You whispered: "Obtaining the Soul-Devouring Divine Technique is my heavenly mandate……I, am the next God King of the Dark Soul God Clan."

Xu You glanced at the few close aides standing behind him.

These are the seven high-ranking god generals he painstakingly subdued at great cost.

Once they draw the power of the three supreme divine artifacts and forcibly seize a portion of that power, adding to what Xu You himself will do likewise, the three supreme divine artifacts will lose at least about one-tenth of their origin.

Such a loss will undoubtedly cause a severe backlash on Xu Po.

Xu You will then have the chance to strike at Xu Po.

Naturally, he cannot kill Xu Po, nor does he have the courage; but as long as he has sufficient evidence proving Xu Po damaged the three supreme divine artifacts, Xu You can imprison Xu Po and simultaneously seize the three supreme divine artifacts.

When the four supreme divine artifacts are in his hands, Xu You can execute the Soul-Devouring Divine Technique, forcibly devour the four supreme divine artifacts, then combine countless god soul crystals and bloodline essence, enabling him to swiftly reach the pinnacle peak of the God King Realm……

At that point, the entire Observation Outpost will be under Xu You's sole authority.

What Heaven Crystal God Clan, what Ice Spirit God Clan, what Lava Giant God, what Barbarian God Clan—ah, pah, all nonsense!

Then, Xu You will single-handedly control the harvesting of Mu Dalu, countless god soul crystals and bloodline essence will be in his grasp alone, and he will surely break through smoothly to the God Emperor Realm, possibly even higher.

Perfect!

Too perfect!

Xu You, feeling pleased, couldn't help but let out a "hehehe" laugh.

"That fool Xu Po actually let me bring you down to Mu Dalu—this gave me an opportunity, gave me an opportunity……In the Observation Outpost I dare not move rashly, but in Mu Dalu he is powerless; here is my domain!"

Xu You laughed extraordinarily brightly.

"Oh, Prince Xu You, why are you so happy?" A misty voice came faintly.

Seventy to eighty thousand spirits mysteriously appeared around the thirty thousand Dark Soul God Clan, encircling them completely.

Mist and Phantom Mist stood in midair, smiling as they looked at Xu You shrouded in gray-black mist: "Prince Xu You, why are you so happy? Have you found any good treasure here?"

Xu You gave a cold snort; in the gray-black mist, two points of grim green light flared, then rapidly expanded to the size of a bowl, like two torches blazing and jumping.

The grim green light fixedly stared at Mist and Phantom Mist; Xu You coldly said: "Mist, Phantom Mist, how are you here? Ah, strange, how are you also the true self here?"

The Myriad Spirits Soul Tower emitted rings of invisible deathly undulations; the supreme divine artifact quickly discerned that Mist and Phantom Mist were not blood essence avatars or other forms of incarnations, but their true selves present.

Xu You began to laugh coldly: "Those stone-headed Heaven Crystal God Clan said only Wu Tou's true self descended? Ah ha, are they stupid, or are you cunning?"

Mist laughed and shook her head: "Of course, we are smart, we are wise. Well, still that same question, Prince Xu You, are you so happy because you found something good, or because your fiancée gave birth to a little prince in the ancestral land?"

"Damn it!" Xu You roared.

They have been at the Observation Outpost for years; the Dark Soul God Clan's marriage and reproduction differ greatly from other flesh-and-blood beings, relying on soul resonance, merging origins then splitting and propagating.

Thus, the Dark Soul God Clan reproduces cautiously, for each reproduction greatly weakens their origin.

But once they decide to reproduce, their breeding speed is rapid.

Male and female mate, then within just two months they can bear offspring.

Xu You has been at the Observation Outpost for years; his fiancée has already borne him offspring—what vicious attack in Mist's words, still need to say?

Xu You let out an angry roar; the Myriad Spirits Soul Tower above his head suddenly expanded to a hundred zhang in size, accompanied by a piercing wail; a grim green phosphorescence sprayed from one face of the pyramid, forming a ferocious, twisted demon face that dragged a long tail of flame toward Mist.

Mist's Wisdom Staff trembled slightly; Xu You's pupils instantly became confused, and the phosphorescence originally locked on Mist inexplicably deviated more than a zhang away, narrowly brushing past her side.

The phosphorescence struck the pale cyan clouds behind Mist, hearing a faint explosion; vast expanses of grim green, deathly silent flames spread like rotting wounds, instantly covering a cloud area several li in size.

The pale cyan clouds rolled, lightning flashed, and the deathly, extinction aura hidden in the grim green fire surged forward; vast swaths of pale cyan clouds were corroded, quickly sinking into a large pit.

But flowing clouds from all directions rolled in, quickly filling the corroded cloud pit.

After a few breaths, the clouds returned to their original state, the grim green flames were canceled by lightning, and both sides vanished without a trace.

A "clang" sound broke the standoff between Xu You and Mist; as the eighty to ninety thousand spirits that Mist and Phantom Mist brought entered, they actually formed battle arrays, drew weapons, and surrounded the thirty thousand Dark Soul God Clan.

Xu You's gaze suddenly solidified; the Myriad Spirits Soul Tower let out a mournful roar, and the temperature in the vast space plummeted in a straight line.

Xu You shouted sternly: "Mist, Phantom Mist, what do you intend to do?"

Mist and Phantom Mist smirked mysteriously: "We don't want to do anything; we just want to be friends with you……From now on, we will be the closest of friends, sharing no secrets, no privacy, able to cooperate perfectly and completely——good friends!"

Xu You's gaze locked onto the Wisdom Staff.

He of course knows the infamous evil of the Wisdom God Clan's artifact; this artifact can cause the gods to eternally sink, becoming puppets and lackeys of the Wisdom God Clan.

Throughout history, many spirits have been controlled by the Wisdom Staff, committing countless unimaginable acts; at least tens of thousands of once-mighty god clans have vanished without trace in the long river of time due to the terrifying internal strife caused by the Wisdom Staff.

Look at those spirits surrounding the thirty thousand Dark Soul God Clan; each appears with clear, pure eyes, seeming utterly normal.

The more this happened, the more it made Xu You's scalp go numb.

With so many divine beings from different god clans, how could they possibly be so normal, joining forces to attack the Dark Soul God Clan?

This is very abnormal, this is…… too abnormal.

"They've all become your puppets? Mist, how dare you do this?" Xu You's Myriad Souls Pagoda atop his head flickered with an eerie green light; invisible divine thoughts followed the pagoda's flicker, transmitting command after command to the Dark Soul God Clan present.

"It's done, what's there to dare?" Phantom Mist suddenly laughed: "Xu You, look here!"

The Scripture of Exegesis suddenly appeared before Phantom Mist, and seven hundred sixty-six members of the Wisdom God Clan appeared behind him at once; strands of deceitful, vanishing divine power swiftly poured into the Scripture of Exegesis.

A square, dignified, golden radiant face burst from the Scripture of Exegesis; this crown‑wearing face, wreathed in golden flames, glared at Xu You and opened its mouth to unleash a heaven‑shaking, earth‑shaking mad roar.

Xu You's gray‑black mist on his surface exploded, revealing his true form cloaked in a robe and wielding a long‑handled sickle.

Xu You's cloak on his surface blew apart with a boom into countless tiny fragments; the sickle in his hand emitted a sinister green light, and before he could make any counterattack, it was smashed to pieces by a force that was rigid and unmatched, pure yang to the extreme.

Xu You gulped down gray Cold Qi, involuntarily flying backward.

His body twisted, snapped, and then exploded into a mass of gray‑black mist.

The Myriad Souls Pagoda closely followed Xu You as he flew backward; at the instant his body shattered, the pagoda's base emitted a lurid green phosphorescent light that wrapped the mist formed from his shattered body; after a spin, Xu You's body re‑condensed into form.

His body flickered like water, existing between the real and the illusory; Xu You hovered in mid‑air, pointing at Phantom Mist with a laugh of extreme rage.

"Let them feel the power of the Supreme Divine Artifact so they know the Dark Soul God Clan is not something they can bully at will." Xu You screamed: "Mist, Phantom Mist, I will personally rip out your souls, imprison you in the Myriad Souls Pagoda, and make you suffer the harshest punishment in the world, never to be reborn."

Xu You's seven trusted generals simultaneously raised their heads and began chanting the secret incantation to draw in the power of the Supreme Divine Artifact.

Xu Po held three Supreme Divine Artifacts in his hand; their power was vast and unmatched, enough to temporarily empower those seven trusted generals to a level comparable to Lord‑level.

Then, after the seven generals finished chanting the incantation, there was not the slightest stir in the void.

Mist and Phantom Mist had already prepared to receive the impact, for the power of the Supreme Divine Artifact was boundless, and they dared not be careless in the slightest.

But no divine artifact power descended at all.

Xu You stood frozen in place.

The seven generals stood frozen in place.

Thirty thousand members of the Dark Soul God Clan stared blankly upward, looking at the blue‑white cloud layer above, until one finally muttered softly: "Could this great formation possibly block the power of the Supreme Divine Artifact?"

Xu You screamed: "Impossible, impossible! Though this formation's power is terrifying, the Supreme Divine Artifact's power cannot be blocked… What is Xu Po doing? What is Xu Po doing? But even if it were Xu Po, he couldn't possibly block the clansmen's prayers for the Supreme Divine Artifact—he simply can't!"

Wu Tie's low voice, tinged with an irrepressible laugh, rang out in the formation.

"Mist, Phantom Mist, subdue them… Xu Po once descended as an avatar; his three Supreme Divine Artifacts have been seized by me, merged into the Grand Dao Furnace, becoming the foundation of my Grand Dao Furnace."

"Heh, they still hope for the Supreme Divine Artifact to descend? How could that possibly happen?"

Xu You stared, his body swayed, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood. The Dark Soul God Clan are not mere flesh and blood; a spray of blood instantly turned into countless wisps of Cold Qi that drifted away. Xu You's vision swam, and he roared: "Xu Po, you damn bastard who deserves to die ten thousand times… you, you, you, you set me up!"

Afterward, Xu You jerked his head up, looked at the Myriad Souls Pagoda above him, and laughed hysterically: "But it's okay, it's okay, I still have the Myriad Souls Pagoda, I am still……"

"Clang‑clang!" two sword cries rang out.

One sword cry was grand and imposing, vast and mighty, like heaven and earth resonating together, as if myriad dragons were chanting; it shook everyone present so that every divine being felt a tightness in the chest, as if billions of stars were pressing down, nearly crushing them to dust.

Another sword cry was cold and sharp, killing intent soaring to the heavens; the condensed sword intent seemed to want to slaughter the world and exterminate all life, its aura akin to the Dao's ruthless coldness, making every divine being feel as if each cell were frozen, their bodies and souls on the verge of instant annihilation.

A black and a golden sword dragon, each thousands of feet long, roared out of the blue‑white cloud layer; their massive dragon heads opened their jaws, one biting into the Myriad Souls Pagoda and dragging it upward into the clouds.

Xu You howled in anger, about to command the Myriad Souls Pagoda to counterattack with full force, when his vision blurred—Mist appeared before him out of nowhere, holding the Staff of Wisdom.

In Mist's eyes were blooming and fading flowers, spring, summer, autumn, winter, the turning of sun and moon, the birth and death of the universe.

Endless illusions passed through Mist's eyes into Xu You's soul.

Mist, who had already condensed a Dao Seal, was stronger than Xu You by more than a hundredfold; Xu You, off‑guard, instantly fell into the endless illusion and could not extricate himself.

Mist chuckled lightly, gently tapping the Staff of Wisdom against Xu You's forehead.

"Look, now we are friends."