Chapter 1128

Death Divine Clan, Water Divine Clan, Earth Divine Clan.

Once, tens of thousands of divine clan allied forces attacked humanity; by the war's end, hundreds of Immortal beings had joined the battlefield.

It was a battle that drove humanity to despair and the gods to madness.

After that battle, humanity sank.

And the gods were also gravely weakened.

Today the gods return; before Wu Tie appear only three heavily wounded, near-death Immortal Divine Ancestors who have just awakened from slumber, continuing to heal and enhance themselves with vast amounts of divine soul crystals and bloodline essence.

Wu Tie felt a small secret joy in his heart.

Honestly speaking, compared to the ancient human ancestors, Wu Tie bears much less pressure.

Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath, and Wu Tie recalled the vast war history stored in Old Iron's inheritance database.

When the gods' scout legions found the settlement of those ancient human ancestors, humanity's development had already gone astray.

That was the Age of Dharma's End; humanity struggled forward on the nearly exhausted paths of "external force" and "science".

How minuscule human individual strength was; even the strongest human warrior lacked even the most basic body-training cultivation.

Yet among the gods' scouts were beings of the Divine Realm.

With such feeble, minuscule human strength, Wu Tie could not imagine how the ancestors could have resisted the first wave of the gods' scout legion; to him, it seemed utterly impossible.

But a miracle happened just like that.

The human ancestors did exactly that, blocking wave after wave of divine attacks, forcing the gods into the awkward situation of a "adding oil" tactic; finally, when the gods' Immortal Divine Ancestors, enraged, entered the fray, corresponding powerhouses also appeared among humanity.

That was a miracle; only a miracle could explain the entire course of that war.

Today, facing three heavily wounded, near-death Immortal old monsters, Wu Tie hopes he too can enact a miracle!

The faint light seemed not strong, yet three masses of dim light, each tens of thousands of li in diameter, descended from heaven, slow and light, yet as if three complete worlds pressed down from above, causing the bodies of countless beings to shudder violently.

The terrifying pressure, coming directly from the divine soul level, made countless surface-dwelling human citizens tremble; some were forced to kneel, but many others gritted their teeth stubbornly, refusing to yield even as their waists bent, remaining firmly planted.

As for those spirits and vassal tribes, they fell to their knees like wheat before the wind, all at once.

On the ground, some stubbornly stood there, even as their bones cracked with "crack-crack" sounds, even as cold sweat poured from their pores, they endured the intense pain of body and divine soul, standing rigid.

In the high sky, while so many spirits knelt, only Wu Tie gasped heavily, watching the three masses of dim light slowly descend, and with difficulty straightened his waist.

Terrifying.

Immortal Realm beings are indeed terrifying.

For many days the gods have returned, and Wu Tie has exhausted all means, even scouring the void with the Heavenly Mirror, yet he could not find where these three old monsters hid.

The Heavenly Mirror's uses are endless; all the divine mountains and palaces floating above Mu Dalu have been surveyed by Wu Tie, yet he still could not locate these three Supreme Immortal Divine Ancestors of the Immortal Realm.

Fortunately, Wu Tie's pretense finally drew them out.

The three masses of light, describable as "tranquil," drifted down slowly; the closer they came to Wu Tie, the smaller their volume became. In the end, the three masses of light arrived in the air less than a thousand zhang from him.

The void trembled slightly.

Mu Dalu's Heavenly Dao shook like a gust of wind, instantly draining the heavenly and earthly essence within a radius of billions of li, and then three enormous divine thrones condensed out of thin air.

Black, azure, yellow.

Death, water flow, earth.

Upon the black throne appeared a lovely figure with a graceful form, long hair reaching her ankles, deathly pale skin, pitch-black eyes devoid of any white, her whole body exuding a strange, deathly stillness—a peerless beauty.

Although she was incomparably beautiful, Wu Tie felt a great dread of divine soul annihilation and bodily collapse at just one glance, and hastily shifted his gaze to the other two.

Upon the azure throne sat another woman; her scalp was bald, no hair at all, beneath her pale cyan skin flickered silver‑cyan intricate runes. She sat serenely, and the void around her resembled a lively little stream, constantly undulating.

This woman… Wu Tie also only glanced at her once, and then felt as if he beheld boundless azure waves, and beneath their calm surface countless deep vortices seeking to devour all things.

His divine soul, his vital essence, nearly got sucked away by that woman.

Wu Tie's body shuddered; he hastily looked away, and instantly his whole body broke out in cold sweat, soaking his clothes in an instant.

Upon the yellow throne.

It was a burly man with a stern aura, exposing most of his torso, only a crystal‑stone war skirt around his waist… well, on his fingers he wore ten huge crystal rings, flamboyantly, their settings jagged like wolf fangs.

This is an immensely powerful divine artifact.

Moreover, Wu Tie could imagine that in close combat, being struck by this giant's fist would make those menacing ring faces inflict gruesome damage.

He also only gave that burly man a single glance.

Then a heavy, viscous earth‑wave surged forth; Wu Tie felt his body sink, and a thin layer of crystalline flakes appeared on his skin. This strange earth‑wave began rapidly assimilating his body, seeking to turn him into stone or gravel.

Wu Tie struggled to avert his gaze, his inner mana whirling wildly, slowly wearing away the invading earth‑wave within him.

The crystalline flakes on his skin slowly dissipated bit by bit; Wu Tie lowered his head, daring not to look again at the three old monsters descended from heaven.

All‑around realm suppression.

Immortal, Immortal… the so‑called Primordial Chaos Realm of Mu Dalu, the Primeval Divine Sacred Realm of the gods—they can already shatter laws and utterly destroy a world.

Yet Immortals can rebirth laws from destruction!

They already possess the ability to cleave the void and create a world; thus, when the three descended from heaven, it was as if three great worlds were slowly pressing down.

Precisely because they can re‑condense and forge laws from destruction, these three have spared Wu Tie's paltry Primeval Divine Sacred lives before their eyes.

After all, these spirits and these three harbor a grudge of extermination.

But as long as they have enough divine soul crystals and bloodline essence to replenish, they can completely create from nothing, remake their bloodlines, and re‑propagate a divine kin sharing their origin.

Therefore, those divine clans that exterminated their progeny were merely reduced to slaves, not slaughtered outright by them.

Immortals.

Because they can be reborn from destruction, they are truly Immortal!

It is merely because Immortals also need energy and matter that they have come again to Mu Dalu!

Because they are powerful, their greed toward humanity is a million, even a trillion times that of ordinary divine clans!