Chapter 1074

Wu Tie walked out of Wahuang Miao with a face as lifeless as a dead well.

The heaven-and-earth environment on Wu Island has already recovered, towering ancient trees stand thick, and the destroyed peaks, rivers, palaces, and gardens have also, under the terrifying great divine ability of time flowing backwards, returned to their original state.

Except for the death of the old matriarch and a large number of Wu Island's female clanspeople, Wu Island seems to have undergone no change at all.

The Wuguo army, together with the allied forces of several thousand youths who came to aid, has already withdrawn from the battlefield.

The numerous divine armies that have descended upon Wu Island are frantically besieging the survivors of the five great divine clans.

Taking advantage of the gods' chaotic battle, the five great divine clans dispatched large numbers of their people to infiltrate the observation outpost via the crystal bridge, then cut the crystal bridge, attempting to monopolize all resources of Mu Dalu, using the human divine soul crystals and blood essence to elevate all invading clanspeople into powerful beings.

Therefore, the number of clanspeople brought by Xuanwu and others is extremely large; the combined total of the five great divine clans equals that of the hundreds of other divine clans stationed at the observation outpost.

However, this time the descent saw only a portion of the five great divine clans' people mobilized, while the other hundreds of divine clans were forced to send out their entire nests.

For the five great divine clans, this is a situation where they can advance to attack and retreat to defend.

But now, it has plunged the descended people of the five great divine clans into a desperate predicament.

Xuanwu and others' essence-blood avatars mysteriously collapsed, large numbers of elite clanspeople were slain by Wu Tie and others, and the remaining defeated troops, facing the joint encirclement of numerous divine clans with numerical superiority, saw countless spirits of the five great divine clans continually fall.

Moreover, Wutou led tens of thousands of elite members of the Barbarian God clan, loudly recruiting the besieged Barbarian God clan.

Before Chichong arrived, Wutou was already one of the leaders of the Barbarian God clan, possessing noble god-king bloodline, formidable combat strength, and moreover had the Barbarian God clan's extremely rare, relatively smart mind.

Therefore, Wutou enjoys extremely high prestige among the Barbarian God clan!

Under the near-certain death predicament of being besieged by numerous divine clans, the vast majority of the Barbarian God clan present laid down their weapons and knelt before Wutou in surrender.

An extremely small number of the loyal spirits brought by Chichong were personally slain by Wutou on the spot.

The allied forces of the five great divine clans instantly became embarrassed, turning into four great divine clans…… Facing the combined attack of numerous divine clans, their stone giants grew increasingly distressed.

Countless giant god soldiers hover far in the sky; billions of them, under Lao Tie's coordination, can easily concentrate fire on a single target.

A hundred million giant god soldiers concentrating fire can seriously injure the venerable elders of Xi Valley.

Billions of giant god soldiers concentrating fire can easily inflict lethal casualties on the high-ranking commanders of the four great divine clans.

Vast sheets of red light swept through the void, instantly vaporizing the heads of once noble and proud divine spirits, even their souls burned to ashes. As these commander spirits continually fell, the resistance of the four great divine clans grew ever weaker.

Upon seeing Wu Tie emerge, Lao Tie and Xiahou Wuming simultaneously flashed to his side.

Xiahou Wuming curiously asked Wu Tie: "Your Majesty, what happened inside?"

Lao Tie straightforwardly asked Wu Tie: "Are we going to slaughter the besieged four great divine clans completely, or...?"

"The old matriarchs have been murdered; the high-ranking members of Wu Island should have been wiped out." Wu Tie said coldly: "What's the point of keeping them? To entertain guests with a meal? Heck, these lot aren't even fit for a hot pot."

The Celestial Crystal Divine Race, their entire bodies are condensed from crystal stone.

The Molten Rock Giant Gods, their whole bodies are wrapped in magma.

The Ice Spirit Divine Race and the Dark Soul Divine Race: one has a body condensed from ice crystal, the other is simply an insubstantial soul.

As Wu Tie said, keeping them would be a waste of food, or else using them as rations; they are not flesh and blood anyway—what use could leaving them behind have?

Wu Tie let out a clear whistle, and the avatar formed from a strand of hair he had left on the battlefield exploded with a "bang" into a wisp of green smoke.

Wu Tie swept his wide sleeve, and an innate Taiji diagram with a diameter of tens of thousands of li flashed with black-and-white spiritual light, instantly enveloping the entire battlefield. Thereafter, the Taiji gave rise to the Two Forms, which then evolved into the Three Powers, Four Phenomena, and Five Elements in succession.

The stupa rose into the air, transforming into a towering pagoda tens of thousands of zhang high, pressing down at the center of the Five Elements.

The four murderous weapons flashed with a baleful light—blood-red, black, pallid white, and chaotic—each emitting sword radiance tens of thousands of zhang high, suppressing the other four directions of the Four Phenomena.

As the stupa pressed down, every divine spirit on the field felt their bodies sink.

The restoration of Wu Island's great Dao resonance itself exerted a terrible suppression on these divine spirits; the stupa emitted boundless human Dao merit, its suppressing power a hundred times stronger than Wu Island's great formation.

Countless divine spirits, even those whose cultivation had reached the god-king level, are now tense all over, finding it extremely difficult to move even slightly.

"Exterminate the trapped, annihilate... kill!" Wu Tie pointed his finger, and the four murderous weapons, using the stupa as a pivot, transformed into a huge four-colored sword mill, spinning wildly across the battlefield.

Just a single sweep, and tens of thousands of divine spirits had their flesh and bones turned to mud, their souls scattered.

The four murderous weapons directly devoured these divine spirits' blood essence, soul origins, and even the Dao resonance they had cultivated and comprehended, swallowing it all in one gulp.

One strike that slew tens of thousands of divine spirits directly boosted the four murderous weapons' might by about thirty percent.

The sword formation rotated again, another tens of thousands of divine spirits were slain; the murderous weapons' might surged again, their blades flashing with strange light, and not only did their power increase greatly, but the weapons themselves began a mysterious evolution.

They devoured all the essence of tens of thousands of divine spirits, and the precious materials hidden in their flesh and blood became part of their sword bodies.

The sword formation moved again, again, again……

Countless molten rock giant gods, celestial crystal divine race, ice spirit divine race, and dark soul divine race wailed miserably, tens of thousands, tens of thousands, tens of thousands…… several ten thousands, several ten thousands, several ten thousands…… hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands……

As the murderous weapons continually evolved, the sword formation's might also continually rose.

After the sword formation rotated continuously nine times, the besieged four great divine clans were nearly annihilated, leaving only their 'god slaves' numbering hundreds of times more than them surviving within the formation.

Every blade of light avoided those who carried human blood, or were half-demons born of gods and humans, or were simply the pure-blooded human descendants of sacrificed human geniuses passed down through generations.

In terms of bloodline classification, they should still be considered human.

But their identity is that of 'god slaves', the lowest-status slaves in the divine spirits' observation outpost system.

Even though they are numerous and possess divine-realm cultivation, at the observation outpost they are nothing more than the lowliest 'slaves'!

The field fell dead silent.

The numerous divine clans that had just moved to besiege the four great divine clans fell silent, not daring to utter a sound; under the leadership of some god-king bloodline princes, they quietly laid down their weapons, imitating the Barbarian God clan, and knelt on the ground.

Thus, on Wu Island, countless divine spirits knelt down in dense crowds.

Only the god slaves of the four great divine clans stood shoulder to shoulder, back to back, their faces twisted, expressions ferocious and terrifying, their eyes threaded with countless bloodshots, their bodies trembling violently.

Wu Tie quietly watched these people.

He suddenly recalled that long ago, when he was still weak, he had witnessed the death of Zhu Zixi of the Changsheng Sect.

On her deathbed, Zhu Zixi begged Wu Tie to find her missing granddaughter!

Later Wu Tie thought that Zhu Zixi's granddaughter, extraordinarily talented, was likely abducted by insiders of the Changsheng Sect and then directly offered as a priceless treasure to the gods as a sacrifice.

Amidst the sea of black heads present, Wu Tie also did not know whether Zhu Zixi's granddaughter was among them.

These people are all humans, all possessing human blood.

But they were either sacrificed and offered to the spirits for enjoyment, or their predecessors were the unlucky ones who were captured and sacrificed.

You lot. Wu Tie gave a light cough: "Put down your weapons, and I, the king, will allocate a tract of land for you to spend your twilight years."

Bah! The tens of thousands of god‑slaves nearest to Wu Tie all spat on the ground at once.

An old man with white hair, whose strength was the Ninth Heaven of the Divine Realm, raised his long sword and hoarsely bellowed: "Children, clansmen, my god's most faithful devotees… this is the divine tribulation, the divine tribulation… only by slaying the demons can we attain salvation!"

By slaying these heretical demons, we can exchange the lowly blood of human demons for the supremely noble blood of the gods!

For my god, kill the demons!

The old man roared, his eyes bloodshot, leapt up, jumped over the gods who had laid down their weapons and knelt in surrender, a flash of cold light streaking toward Wu Tie as he slashed.

Wu Tie did not move.

The long sword split Wu Tie's garments and struck heavily against his body.

The sword shattered, from tip to hilt, breaking into fragments.

The old man bellowed, opened his mouth, and bit down hard on Wu Tie's neck. Wu Tie's neck suffered no harm, while the old man's mouthful of teeth shattered into pieces.

Blood filled the old man's mouth as he hysterical roared, his body suddenly swelling.

The old man detonated himself; Wu Tie sighed lightly, waved a palm, and blasted him to ashes.

Crowds of god‑slaves, eyes blood‑red, roared as they charged at Wu Tie. The shout "Kill the demons!" echoed through heaven and earth, and on these slaves' faces Wu Tie saw extreme loyalty and fearless resolve to die.

They were willing, for the god they believed in, to brandish their weapons against their own true kin.

Wu Tie raised his right hand, and the power of time and space swept across Wahuang Island.

Time froze, space solidified, and the god‑slaves lunging forward stiffened in mid‑air, unable to move at all.

Gazing at the vast multitude of god‑slaves, Wu Tie fell silent for a long while, then slowly shook his head: "So, in the subterranean world during the Triple‑City era, I truly admired our ancestors, who, even at the desperate juncture when the situation collapsed, still managed to forge such a sturdy fortress, preserving our civilization."

The flesh may perish, that's no matter.

But if the culture perishes, then this people truly dies.

Wu Tie pointed at the god‑slaves suspended in mid‑air and murmured: "Are they still human? Excluding the mixed‑blood demigods, over ninety percent of them have blood so pure they are the purest humans."

But are they human?

They brandish their blades at us for the god they believe in.

Xiahou Wuming and Lao Tie remained silent.

Even though Xiahou Wuming is a strategist adept at planning and tactics, his expertise lies only in commanding troops and waging war. He has no interest whatsoever in matters of civilization, culture, ethnicity, lineage, bloodline, or integrity.

And Lao Tie… Lao Tie's thoughts are even simpler.

Where the enemy is, how to kill him, eating meat and drinking, laughing and joking with his brothers—that's what Lao Tie concerns himself with most each day.

As for anything else… he is a combat‑type war god construct, not a research‑type one, so he couldn't be bothered with all that.

Strip them of their cultivation, find a continent, and imprison them there." Wu Tie said calmly: "After all, they look exactly alike, and their blood is identical. Let them… die a natural death.

During this process, all of their descendants born will be taken away at once and entrusted to the kind households of Wuguo for upbringing.

Their bloodline may continue, but their thoughts shall end here.

We humans are not the gods' slaves." Wu Tie muttered: "We humans can even become the masters of the gods… just like these kneeling, begging weaklings—why couldn't they become slaves?

As Wu Tie was announcing here the disposition of these spirits and god‑slaves, a mighty, majestic power surged up from behind the Wahuang Miao.

The tremendous magical surge shook the void, making it tremble as if a supreme heavenly emperor were manifesting before mortals; that all‑encompassing pressure, born of the Heaven‑Earth Great Dao, caused countless present to cry out in unison.

Luo Chen and the other elite talents secretly cultivated on Wahuang Island were all the more astonished, each staring at a floating jade talisman high in the sky.

Gongsun Yao wore a long fur‑lined robe, the Wahuang Order gleaming atop his head, stepping upon purple clouds as he strode forward.

Wherever his body passed, the time‑space that Wu Tie had frozen shattered like crystal, and he, with his own power, violently shook Wu Tie's frozen time‑space.

Wu Tie narrowed his eyes; at this moment Gongsun Yao had already reached the Sovereign level, and his strength was far from ordinary.

The Three Thousand Dao condensed into Dao seals, each seal representing cultivation above the Seventh Heaven; with such power, aside from Wu Tie, no one among humanity could match him!

The Wahuang Order is here; the Wahuang Island Hidden Dragon Project—all hidden dragons, obey!

Gongsun Yao shook the jade talisman in his hand.

Thousands of young talents who had rushed to the rescue, together with the comrade‑in‑arms soldiers they brought behind them, all dropped to one knee in mid‑air.

Luo Chen and the others are all young people.

They are all of ordinary background, like Wu Tie, relying on their own struggle to get by day by day as young people.

Such young people, having nothing to begin with, are therefore hot‑blooded, passionate, sincere, loyal; they are willing to shed blood and give their lives for their kin and comrades.

Because they have never been exposed to the petty scramble for power and profit of flies and dogs, nor to the dark, filthy schemes and conspiracies, they are pure, untainted—the freshest, most fervent, most reliable, most promising stream of new blood in humanity.

Precisely for this reason, Wahuang Island chose them.

Precisely for this reason, Wahuang Island issues orders, and they obey without exception!

Gongsun Yao glanced at Wu Tie, gave him a deep look, then said coldly: "All extraterrestrial demons and their lackeys shall be utterly exterminated!"

This heaven and earth belong to our human race.

We cannot allow heretical demons to defile it at will!

Gongsun Yao swung his right hand; a massive fist seal rolled up countless thunderbolts that crashed down. With just that strike, tens of thousands of god‑slaves lunging at Wu Tie were reduced to dust, not a trace left.

Wu Tie roared angrily: "Impudent!"