Chapter 1068

Wu Island, outer sea.

Several white-haired, white-bearded elders with vigorous spirits had wind and thunder stirring around them; they stepped on a long dragon and silently gazed upon Wu Island shrouded in dark clouds.

In the void, youths clad in heavy armor occasionally burst forth, shattering the demonic array within the gloomy clouds with all their might, commanding legions of elite troops to charge into Wu Island, stirring up a vast expanse of bloody wind and gore.

Several elders gave a cold smile.

The long dragons beneath their feet smelled the bloodlust, sensed the killing aura on Wu Island, and began to restless howl. With a casual point, they unleashed a powerful sealing spell that rendered several of the dragons immobile.

"Rescue, or not?" an elder whispered to his companion.

"Rescue, why?" another elder shook his head slightly.

"Look, look..." The obviously highest-ranking elder standing in the center, his head full of white hair tied neatly with a purple-gold silk band, gave a calm, cold smile: "These endless streams of junior cultivators with Venerable-level cultivation, where have they come from?"

He snorted coldly, then said softly: "It's clear they have no hierarchical relationship among themselves, yet when Wu Island was attacked they instantly employed great divine abilities to tear through the void and come to its aid, and each of them wields divine weapons forged from fragments of primordial supreme treasures."

The eyes of several elders gleamed.

The elder said softly: "All along we have demanded that Wu Island provide us with the supreme treasure fragments they have gathered, urging them year after year, but this bunch of old hags merely claimed that all the fragments they collected had already been handed over to us… except…"

He flicked his finger and said calmly: "Apart from the three fragments of the Xuanyuan Divine Sword, which they forged into three holy swords to suppress reincarnation, they claim that all the other fragments have already been given to us."

He shook his head and sighed lightly: "Obviously, our old sisters have lied. To lie is to err, and to err is to deserve punishment."

Several elders all gave a calm smile, looking at the leading elder.

He stroked his slick, glossy hair, then pulled two large mirage pearls from his sleeve, slowly turning them in his hand. He whispered: "Watch, watch; whatever the outcome, it will be the best. Let us first observe, wait until the dust settles on the island, then make further plans."

He closed his eyes and said softly: "We came this time to seek resources from Wu Island… but now it seems things aren't that simple. Tell me, is the youngster who barged into our Xi Valley, and these continual reinforcements, all part of the same group?"

Without waiting for his fellow elders to speak, he unilaterally declared: "It's obvious they are a single faction. Since Wu Island has reached out to our Xi Valley, their current misfortune is just retribution."

"A snake without a head won't do… but a snake with just one head is fine… the human race needs only a supreme leader." The elder chuckled and then sat cross-legged on the back of the long dragon beneath his feet.

Several elders sat down cross-legged one after another.

Behind them, dozens of massive flying vessels, each laden with mighty warriors of the Xi Emperor lineage, hovered silently. Cultivators in long robes exhaled their mana, summoning thick clouds that shrouded the vessels completely.

Within Wu Island, Wu Tie and the other youths who had rushed to its aid echoed each other from afar, surrounding countless demons and slaughtering them without restraint.

These youths have all attained Venerable-level cultivation, and their foundations are extraordinarily solid. Although they have not entered the Dao via the Three Thousand Great Paths like Gongsun Ye, their Great Dao foundations are at least over twelve hundred gates, and many have also condensed numerous seals of heterodox paths.

Swords, spears, swords, halberds, fists, palms, legs, fingers, longbows, strong crossbows, meteors, great hammers…

These heterodox paths bear little relation to the Heaven-Earth Great Dao system of Mu Continent, and their power is far weaker than that of the Three Thousand Great Paths. Yet they grant cultivators an enormous boost in combat ability.

With equal cultivation, a Venerable who has condensed a sword seal can easily slay ten opponents lacking such offensive path seals.

Just as two equally strong adults, one trained in refined martial techniques while the other knows only brute force.

The gap in their combat prowess is exactly this vast!

Each of these youths is versed in martial arts, possesses formidable divine abilities, and has trained in various top-tier body-tempering secret arts; many are also adept at the mighty divine ability akin to the secret transmission of the Azure Lotus Observatory, the Pangu Classic.

Countless giants tens of thousands of feet tall, their bodies wreathed in lightning, fire, gales, and dark ice, wield assorted weapons and dart frenetically through the void. Beneath the gleam of their massive arms, innumerable demons are torn to shreds, and even Venerable demons one or two heavenly levels higher are made to vomit blood and flee.

Wu Tie's advance is even more irresistible, like a bamboo shoot splitting the earth.

The golden holy sword's light sweeps across tens of thousands of feet, shattering the bodies of countless demons where it passes. Fearless or spell‑controlled demons scream as they rush him, but a mere twirl of his four fierce weapons reduces them to ash that vanishes.

While racing toward the Wahuang Temple, Wu Tie also kept watch on the prowess of the arriving youths.

Setting aside their formidable strength, behind these youths there are also several or a dozen Venerable-level beings, wearing exquisite armor, wielding mighty weapons, and employing secret divine arts that point straight to the origin of the Great Dao, quite marvelous.

The troops they brought are few; at most a few thousand soldiers of the Divine Manifestation Realm above the seventh heaven.

Clearly, they follow the path of elite troops.

On the contrary, Wu Tie's fleet is the largest: dozens of small god‑slaying vessels spread like dark clouds, clamoring everywhere, and wherever they pass they crush countless weaker demons.

"I am Luo Chen, Ninth Prince of the Pacifying North Grand General's Manor in the Feiwei Divine Kingdom, from the Earthly Stem Yi 1237 Battlefield." A youth in silver armor wielding a silver spear, riding a fierce white winged horse with Venerable cultivation, was only a few hundred li from Wu Tie; he thrust his spear and killed a half‑step Venerable giant python, then loudly proclaimed his name toward Wu Tie.

"May I ask, sir, where are you from?"

Wu Tie raised his brows and said in a deep voice: "I am Wu Tie, the Martial King of Wu State! Brother Luo Chen, well done!"

Wu Tie spun his right‑hand golden holy sword, and three sword‑like waterfalls swept out, cleansing the right‑side swarm of bat demons to utter purity.

"Wu State? Where is that Wu State? Which battlefield did Brother Wu Tie come from, or which hunting ground?" A bearded youth brandishing a great axe, mounted on a fierce black tiger of Venerable stature, shouted loudly: "I am from the Heavenly Stem Jia 757 Hunting Ground, a person of the Swirling Torrent Great Cavern, the tribal chieftain of that cavern, the son of my father and mother, and the hundred‑and‑ninety‑seventh concubine of his!"

Wu Tie's mouth twitched violently.

The origins of these youths are quite interesting.

The Ninth Prince of the Grand General's Manor, the ninth son.

In the netherworld, the son born to a minor wife of a tribal chieftain of a great cavern.

Their status is not particularly lofty, paling in comparison to the crown princes and imperial grandsons of divine kingdoms and dynasties.

Yet their personal strength is extraordinary, and the elite forces under their command are also formidable. Especially, upon Wu Island's cry for aid, they rushed to its side as swiftly as Wu Tie, without the slightest hesitation or delay.

It is obvious they are reserve forces specially selected and cultivated by Wu Island through focused resource allocation.

Just as with Wu Tie, when he served the Sui Dynasty, Wu Island produced a sacred edict signed jointly by the thirty‑six retired emperors of Sui, and thereby carved out roughly thirty percent of Sui's territory for him.

"I come from the Heavenly Stem Jia Number One Hunting Ground, the netherworld, the Fuxi Divine Kingdom—a mere insignificant stone cave." Wu Tie, sword in hand, frenetically slaying the demons lunging from all sides, said calmly: "But now my Wu State controls over a thousand battlefields, hunting grounds, and continents; the exact number will be known only after the ministers finish their tally."

Without changing expression, Wu Tie gave a small display of his current foundation.

Near and far, upon hearing Wu Tie's voice, a couple hundred youths shuddered simultaneously, staring at him with looks as if they had seen a ghost.

Luo Chen gave Wu Tie a thumbs‑up, then, with a look of utter despair, brandished his spear and charged madly, felling hundreds of Divine Manifestation‑realm demons and piercing the two Venerable demons that leapt at him until their bodies were riddled with holes, each crying out in agony.

Ahead, a hundred li away, lies the Wahuang Palace.

A glazed‑like barrier shimmers clearly, as countless demons spew mist, smoke, and flames, frantically tearing at that thin veil of light.

Directly before Wu Tie, a volcanic crater several dozen li in diameter suddenly bulged, and a searing white‑gold magma spouted forth like a fountain, shooting thousands of li into the sky; torrents of scorching magma sprayed outward, pouring down like a rainstorm.

In all directions within a thousand‑li radius, countless lower‑rank demons were burned until their skin split and flesh tore, filling the air with a rich roasted‑meat aroma. Moreover, about half of the demons were vaporized by the scorching magma; their essence and blood condensed in the air into bead‑sized drops the size of human heads, rolling across the ground.

A lava giant a hundred li tall leapt from the crater's maw, opened its mouth and inhaled deeply; the blood beads formed from the condensed essence of the slain demons whooshed up and flew into its huge mouth.

"I am Yan Zun, chief of the Lava Giant God Clan; I declare that you cannot advance another step!" Yan Zun devoured countless blood beads condensed within the demons' bodies, and his aura surged upward dramatically.

That feeling was as if he had originally been dancing while wearing shackles.

But the shackles were suddenly undone, and the burden-heavy Yi Zun became as light as a swallow, his whole person's qi mechanism becoming vibrant with life.

Wu Tie and the group of youths sneered at the same time.

Such conduct is indeed the traditional method of the gods.

Those demons and monsters, no matter where they come from, ultimately are the living beings nurtured by Mu Dalu. They, like the 'human race', are part of the 'Pangu Descendants'; their essence blood is the same as that of the human race, and still holds great value for these deities.

Yi Zun didn't care at all about the lives of those demons, and with a single strike of his great divine ability he heavily wounded the demon army within a thousand-mile range.

The countless demons' deaths exchanged for Yi Zun's devouring of bloodline essence greatly unlocked his rigid, fixed bloodline, giving his potential and talent a huge boost!

Cruel. Violent. Heartless. Unjust. Greedy. Bloodthirsty.

Wu Tie gave a clear whistle, his body flickered, and he unleashed his Pangu True Form, swelling to a height of a hundred li, brandishing a golden sword as he lunged at Yi Zun.

Wu Tie moved quickly, but even faster than his movement was the Canghai Sea Person.

108 Canghai Divine Pearls leapt directly onto Yi Zun's head, with a rushing roar, the immeasurable flood carrying terrifying Cold Qi swept across heaven and earth, and within a radius of tens of thousands of li it instantly became a vast white water world.

In the flood, countless icebergs collided wildly, icebergs containing Innate Extreme Yin Cold Qi continually condensed and exploded, the Cold Qi freezing countless demons and monsters.

Yi Zun, the Supreme Leader of the Magma Giant God Clan, his body entirely condensed from terrifyingly hot magma and special divine power.

The low-temperature flood covering the sky surged forth, and Yi Zun's body immediately billowed large patches of white steam, emitting a piercing hiss.

Yi Zun's body trembled violently, and the Triple Flame Crown atop his head spewed boundless firelight, turning into a fiery pillar that enveloped him, blocking the sky-covering flood.

This is the supreme divine artifact that Yi Zun brought to observe the outpost, an offensive-defensive Flame God Crown.

Just knocked off balance by the flood, Yi Zun, shivering all over, received the artifact's blessing, and his aura again became arrogant and domineering: 'These damned water droplets, not bad…… but you could never be a match for the noble deities…… lowly human race, you are doomed……'

Two strands of black and white Innate Spirit Light came twining, and with a whoosh they immobilized the Flame God Crown.

The Flame God Crown spewing boundless firelight suddenly solidified, and the amount and power of its firelight were directly cut by thirty percent.

The Five Elements Dao Person gave a long whistle, and the Five Elements Divine Light behind him repeatedly swept toward the Flame God Crown; each sweep caused the Flame God Crown to shake violently, reducing its firelight amount and power by more than ten percent.

The Five Elements Divine Light swept with extreme speed; in the snap of a finger, the Flame God Crown lost all its firelight, being swept up by the Five Elements Divine Light and flying away.

Yi Zun let out a hoarse strange cry, threw down his heavy magma scepter in his hand, and reached out to grab the Flame God Crown.

Wu Tie's hand-held golden holy sword swung, producing sword light spanning a hundred li, and with three successive pfft sounds he slashed three times at Yi Zun's chest; the crimson divine armor on Yi Zun's body was cut through three long gaps, the sword light tore open his magma chest armor, and deeply pierced his chest cavity.

From Yi Zun's mouth gushed out large patches of high-temperature plasma like magma.

Black, blood-red, pale white, and chaotic-colored sword lights shot up into the sky, spinning rapidly like a windmill, and surged into Yi Zun's body along the three gaps in his divine armor.

Then a loud bang was heard, and a round heavy shield flew out from within Yi Zun, its aura not beneath that of the Flame God Crown.

On the heavy shield spewing flame firelight, the illusory figure of a three-headed giant flickered in and out, and a thick flame barrier sprayed from the great shield, desperately blocking the frantic slashing of five long swords.

This heavy shield is a pure defensive artifact; its defensive power alone exceeds that of the Flame God Crown by more than double.

Wu Tie urged the sword light to frenziedly cut, and this heavy shield momentarily fought on equal footing with one holy weapon and four fierce weapons; Yi Zun seized the opportunity the heavy shield bought, grabbed the Flame God Crown from within the Five Elements Divine Light, and then spat a mouthful of blood onto it.

The dimmed Flame God Crown suddenly spewed boundless firelight, then began to expand rapidly.