Chapter 1123

A black-and-white Taiji diagram envelops the void, four strands of chaotic sword radiance soar and spin in the air.

A huge sword formation envelops half of Mu Dalu; this is the limit Wu Tie can achieve now. Even though he has reached the ultimate peak of the 【Dao Transformation】 realm, with his full-power strike, the sword formation he releases can only protect half of Mu Dalu.

Boundless hordes of vassal tribes descended from the sky, they howled and roared, like a group of mindless walking corpses, madly charging toward Mu Dalu.

Above the half of Mu Dalu protected by Wu Tie, these vassal tribes were like countless chunks of meat, actively throwing themselves into the meat grinder.

Blood mist sprayed, blood rain poured down.

As countless vassal tribes were ground to death, a purple-golden light poured down from above Wu Tie's head, continuously flowing into the golden wheel behind him.

The will of heaven and earth of Mu Dalu trembled, roared, and howled madly.

The will of heaven and earth is chaotic and ignorant; it is very powerful, but its ego consciousness—or its IQ level—is roughly no different from that of a newborn puppy.

The will of heaven and earth condensed beside Wu Tie, madly urging him.

A mighty force coiled around Wu Tie, seeping into his body bit by bit, gradually strengthening him. Within the vast expanse of innate spiritual light Wu Tie had gathered—vast as an ocean—countless images of Mu Dalu's mountains and rivers flashed by.

Wu Tie forcibly suppressed a certain impulse.

He hovered above Martial Capital, gazing at the frenzied invading alien races, and murmured softly: 'I don't know if what I'm doing is right or wrong… but at least I demand a clear thought!'

Countless huge God-Slaying Vessels rose from the sea outside Martial Capital, black and pressing, stretching thousands of li, each vessel like a small piece of land.

Numerous civil and military officials of Wuguo, carrying the edict of Great Shaman Mountain, swiftly took the God-Slaying Vessels in all directions.

Migration, migration, forced migration.

Within Wuguo, the finest alchemists, the finest artificers, the finest formation masters, the finest talisman masters… and also the finest farmers, the finest herdsmen, the finest scholars, the finest students…

Any top talent from any profession—whether they were gelding horses, castrating chickens, cutting hair, or sewing clothes—as long as they excelled and reached the pinnacle, they, along with their immediate families, were immediately relocated to the God-Slaying Vessels.

Besides these top talents, within Wuguo, a batch of young men and women with the best aptitude and physical condition were carefully selected; they would also be sent into the God-Slaying Vessels at the earliest opportunity.

Wu Tie had learned Nine's methods…… he couldn't win, always ready to run.

Over the past thousand years, Wuguo has expended countless reserves, altogether constructing 103,000 giant God-Slaying Vessels.

After calculation, the total interior space of these 103,000 giant God-Slaying Vessels, when fully expanded, could accommodate one-thousandth of Wuguo's populace, and also provide a perfect ecological sphere, allowing that one-thousandth of the people to live comfortably, reproduce, and pass on civilization within the vessels.

One-thousandth…… merely one-thousandth.

On Wu Tie's side, the sword formation was vicious; in just a few days it slaughtered countless living beings. Among them were even God King and God Emperor level experts wielding divine artifacts, leading armies in charge, all of whom were beheaded by Wu Tie's sword.

As for the other half of Mu Dalu that Wu Tie failed to protect, it was engulfed in flames of war, with countless casualties.

Before Wu Tie annihilated the observation outposts, before he split the heavens, above Mu Dalu lay a colossal divine formation laid down by the ancient human ancestors, enveloping the entire Mu Dalu, serving as its final line of defense.

However, when Wu Tie split the heavens, many ancient remnants within that colossal divine formation exerted all their strength to help him break the sky, exhausting their last vestiges of power—some dissipated, some fell into deep slumber—and the formation's might was weakened by over ninety percent.

Countless vassal tribes paid a price, losing massive numbers of personnel while breaking into Mu Dalu's atmosphere, yet they ultimately penetrated the layered obstructions of that divine formation and descended onto Mu Dalu's surface.

The Youxiong and Jiuli tribes saw the cities they had built over the past thousand years of war quickly encircled, and countless hidden mountain‑forest fortresses also fell into seas of enemy troops.

The war‑ships and fortresses crafted by the two camps over the past thousand years rose into the sky, countless barbarian gods screamed as they charged, countless war beasts and warbirds roared in battle, and countless human elites forged through a millennium of warfare formed arrays to slay the enemy……

Within cities large and small, one great formation after another was activated, blocking the descending vassal tribes outside the walls.

The Youxiong and Jiuli tribes unleashed without reservation the massive destructive divine abilities they had cultivated over the past thousand years; such abilities, often stretching tens of millions of miles, slew countless foes.

Thus, after the gods' return, seven days and nights flashed by.

Throughout Wuguo, there were hardly any battle losses.

The Youxiong and Jiuli tribes suffered extremely heavy casualties.

The first wave of attackers consisted entirely of vassal tribes used as cannon fodder; their numbers were huge, but their strength was generally weak, with only a handful of God King level and a few God Emperor level experts mixed in.

Although their strength was low, their numbers were too many, too many, too many; they also possessed warships and large war equipment, and urged on by the gods behind them, they recklessly sacrificed themselves in frantic assaults, ultimately inflicting massive losses on humanity.

The eighth day of the gods' return.

At the moment the sun rose, on the dozens of destiny‑field continents occupied by humanity, the hundreds of core giant cities of the two major human camps saw their defensive formations instantly shatter and their protective prohibitions instantly destroyed.

They were not destroyed by external foes, but by certain high‑ranking humans who, from within, directly ruined the formations' nexus.

Countless vassal alien tribes cheered and roared, like a black flood surging into those giant cities that were most vital to humanity, as important as a heart.

Ji Hongde, Chiyou and other human leaders who were commanding troops in battle, upon hearing this news, each spat out a mouthful of blood.

When the aliens entered the city, some humans wore obsequious smiles, dressed in coarse hemp, holding a seven‑color brocade surrender document, accompanied by similarly fawning clansmen, and knelt respectfully at the gate.

A high‑ranking god descended from heaven, took the surrender documents from those humans without surprise, stamped a clear brand deep into their foreheads, and then ennobled those who opened the gates and surrendered as——'Pasture Lords', meaning the overseers of pastures.

On the ninth day of the gods' return, a staggeringly sized 'Pasture Lords' army had already been assembled.

In numbers, equipment, or cultivation strength, this army serving as the gods' claws and fangs—the 'Pasture Lords'—was in no way inferior to the forces of the Youxiong and Jiuli tribes fighting the aliens.

Those 'Pasture Lords' who had defected to the aliens, when organizing the army, said only one thing——'Join the Pasture Lords army and your whole family will live!'

Fully armed to the teeth, the 'Pasture Lords' army, on the ninth day of the gods' return, dealt a vicious blow from behind to the Youxiong army.

The Youxiong army was caught off guard and suffered a crushing defeat on the spot.

Among the gods' 'Ancient Gods'—that is, saints of the Dao Transformation realm—mixed in the army, they carried out assassinations; of the Youxiong's nine saints, three fell on the spot, the other six, including Ji Hongde, were all severely wounded.