Chapter 650: Grand Translocation Talisman

What is a deity?

Not mentioning their cultivation level, not mentioning their mastery of heavenly and earthly primal energy, not mentioning their terrifying power that can overturn nations and shatter cities with ease.

Just speaking of status.

Deities loom high above; in any of the three kingdoms, the status of a deity‑realm expert equals that of a god‑emperor.

The twelve deities of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom all rush to the Three Kingdoms battlefield; the accompanying relief legions become their ceremonial guard.

Every warship is wiped until it gleams with oil and water, and deliberately coated with dragon‑whale fat so each ship reflects a dazzling light under the sun.

On the warships, splendid sails like wings are fully unfurled; the gale summoned by magic blows the sail‑ropes bearing colorful flags, truly a display of banners like endless clouds.

On each warship's deck, hides of war drums are beaten by burly men in splendid attire, shaking heaven and earth.

Flags flutter, drums thunder; countless soldiers in bright armor stand neatly on the warships, shining as if they were waxed fruit on a stall meant to attract customers.

On the ground, ten‑thousand‑strong formations rise from the lofty mountains, countless troops fly to a height slightly lower than the fleet's course by a hundred or so zhang, then kneel in unison on one knee in the air, performing a uniform salute to the vast fleet.

"Pay respects to the venerable deity!" The fleet glides past the formations; as the lead vanguard warship passes, the troops in those formations shout loudly at the top of their lungs.

Lovely maids dressed like heavenly fairies carry exquisite flower baskets, pouring them from high above; instantly countless multicolored fresh petals rain down, dyeing the white‑blanketed mountains and rivers into a flourish of blossoms.

Every ten‑thousand‑formation, a band of musicians in the void plays with all their might the popular grand music of the Great Wei court.

"Breaking the Formation March," "Triumphal March," "Joint Joy March"…… all are grand, majestic tunes with auspicious omens.

The supreme commander of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom's invasion of the Three Kingdoms battlefield, Crown Prince Xiahou Linlin of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom, leading his civil and military officials, wears a satisfied smile as he rides out thirty thousand li away, kneeling in the void far off to greet: "Welcome, venerable deity… venerable deity, thank you for your hardship."

Twelve warships adorned with floral profusion, attended by countless palace maids and eunuchs, line up abreast; the twelve Great Wei Divine Realm elders who came to aid, dressed in splendid robes and smiling, stand at the prows, parading ostentatiously and nodding to the welcoming troops.

If Wu Tie had seen the Great Wei deities' grand display today, perhaps he would not have heavily rewarded the spies earlier in Azure Peak City.

Indeed, such ostentation, such pomp, needs no professional spy; an ordinary scout a thousand li away can tell what is happening here.

The massive fleet gradually disperses; officers under Crown Prince Xiahou Linlin command them, splitting into smaller fleets that garrison the various major military cities.

Finally only over three hundred warships escort the twelve great flagships, all the way arriving at Azure Peak City.

Crown Prince Xiahou Linlin again kneels respectfully in the void: "Venerable deities, our palace has prepared a field palace for you; please rest awhile, and later we have prepared a banquet to welcome and cleanse you."

Groups of gorgeous dressed women float up into the sky, evenly divided into twelve teams, holding gold basins, silver bottles, fans, incense burners and other ceremonial items, escorting the twelve aiding Great Wei deities slowly down to the twelve field palaces.

Crown Prince Xiahou Linlin follows a tall old man with a smile; this old man is precisely the deity sent by the Xiahou royal clan to the Three Kingdoms battlefield—Xiahou Zheng.

Xiahou Zheng is an elder of the Great Wei Divine Imperial line, the direct ancestor of the present god‑emperor Xiahou Lu Ming.

Xiahou Linlin attentively serves by Xiahou Zheng's side, quickly reporting to him the current situation of the Three Kingdoms battlefield.

Xiahou Zheng smiles faintly, giving no reply to Xiahou Linlin's report.

These military matters, Xiahou Zheng has no interest in hearing.

In Xiahou Zheng's view, the Great Wei Divine Kingdom dispatching twelve deities merely to avenge an arrogant child already shows their resolve and attitude.

The Great Martial Divine Kingdom is now an ally; they will surely not interfere and cause trouble.

If the Green Hill Divine Kingdom is wise, they will certainly not risk a clash with our twelve deities over a mere Prince An Huo Xiong.

In the eyes of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom's high command, even if the Green Hill Divine Kingdom were to unleash its hidden deity elites in full force, they would have to wait until their allied armies reach the foot of Green Hill City before taking such a desperate stand.

At present, the Green Hill Divine Kingdom has not reached the point of utter desperation; they will certainly not act like a cornered dog jumping over a wall.

Thus, whatever the situation in the Three Kingdoms battlefield, it bears no consequence on the overall picture.

Even the Young Lord Linghu Jiu of Tushan Hall, who has fallen into the hands of the Great Martial Divine Kingdom, Xiahou Zheng believes that once our twelve deities show themselves in the Great Martial realm, they will know our attitude; if they are not foolish, they will voluntarily return Linghu Jiu.

The twelve troops almost simultaneously land, each before the gate of a previously prepared temporary palace.

Xiahou Zheng nods and smiles to the eleven Divine Realm elders: "Old friends, see you at the banquet later."

The eleven Divine Realm elders, surrounded by countless palace maids and eunuchs, nod and smile, stepping toward their respective temporary palaces.

They are quite satisfied with Crown Prince Xiahou Linlin's hospitality.

Battlefield conditions are harsh; provisions are hard to come by, but the elders are understanding; though these twelve temporary palaces are modest and not exquisite, all furnishings and utensils are imperial‑grade, sufficient to stay a few days.

An elder from the Cao clan smiles and says: "The crown prince is capable; especially his filial devotion is commendable… excellent."

Xiahou Linlin bows deeply to the Cao clan elder.

These old timers, who have lived tens of thousands of years, are venerable and fearsome; to hear a single "good" from them is rare; even as a crown prince of the divine kingdom, Xiahou Linlin must still act the dutiful son and grandson before them, without the slightest slack.

If any one of them utters a single "not" to Xiahou Linlin, it could shake his position as crown prince.

No carelessness, no carelessness.

Xiahou Linlin smiles, sincerely telling the Cao clan elder: "You overpraise me; I merely offer my full filial heart…"

As Xiahou Linlin speaks, near the Cao clan elder's palace gate, among the kneeling little eunuchs sweeping, a youth in a blue eunuch robe suddenly leaps up.

The little eunuch is only a little over three zhang from the Cao clan elder; after lunging forward, he reaches the crowd, now less than one zhang from the elder.

The Cao clan elder glances coldly at the little eunuch; his cultivation is merely the Sensing Mystery Realm…

Originally a single thought could have killed this little eunuch, but his cultivation is so low, so low, so low, that the elder's thought fluctuates tens of thousands of times in a ten‑thousandth of a snap.

Shaking his head, the Cao clan elder snorts coldly; his voice rings clearly in the ears of the nearby hundreds of heavy‑armored guards: "Kill him… investigate his origins and execute his nine clans."

No matter the reason, a mere sweeping little eunuch daring to lunge at the Cao clan elder is itself a capital crime.

The Cao clan elder deigns not to act against such a lowly Sensing Mystery Realm person, but…

The little eunuch grins, his handsome face flashing a red‑toothed smile that inexplicably reminds the Cao clan elder of a poisonous snake about to strike.

The little eunuch's clothes suddenly explode outward, and a strong light flashes from his back.

On the little eunuch's back, embedded in his flesh, is a purple jade talisman two chi long and six cun wide.

As the clothes shatter, the purple jade talisman flares, sending out a mighty spatial wave that sweeps everything within a radius of five or six zhang.

The Cao clan elder stares, suddenly recognizing the source of this spatial disturbance, and cries out hoarsely: "Void Grand Translocation Divine Talisman—this is…"

Whoosh!

A grayish sphere envelops everyone within several zhang, then collapses inward; the Cao clan elder, the little eunuch, and the dozen lovely palace maids standing beside him vanish without a trace.

While Xiahou Linlin is expressing his filial devotion, Xiahou Zheng and the eleven Divine Realm elders shout in alarm, each like a scorpion sting to the buttocks, shooting up as streaks of light, their eyes spewing tens of thousands of zhang of divine light as they scan in all directions.

In their presence, someone actually used the hand of a tiny eunuch as insignificant as an ant, employing the Void Great Shift Divine Talisman to whisk away their old companion who was traveling with them?

The Void Great Shift Divine Talisman is a device only mighty beings of the Divine Manifestation Realm can craft, a handy trick for saving one's life at critical moments.

Once activated, this talisman can randomly send a person tens of millions of li away.

Someone used this kind of talisman to scheme against the Cao Clan Ancestor—what about the others?

"Where is he?" Xiahou Zheng screamed, his voice hoarse from exertion.

Xiahou Yin Yin, his face deathly pale, shot up into the sky and flew to Xiahou Zheng's side: "Ancestor, what happened…… what happened……"

Xiahou Zheng slapped Xiahou Yin Yin across the face with a resounding blow.

Xiahou Yin Yin's skull was nearly shattered on one side by Xiahou Zheng's slap, blood spraying from the wound as he collapsed headfirst from the air into the snow.

"If we can't get Cao Lao Gui back, you'll die with him!" Xiahou Zheng coldly stared at Xiahou Yin Yin and mercilessly pronounced his fate.

The Xiahou imperial clan boasts countless talents, but Xiahou Yin Yin is far from the most outstanding of the younger generation—he is merely the beloved son of Xiahou Lu Ming.

If the Cao Clan Ancestor really meets with mishap over this… a mere Crown Prince—kill him, and it's no different from killing a dog!

Xiahou Zheng sent Xiahou Yin Yin flying with a palm strike, flicked his sleeve, and shouted sternly: "Fellow brothers, it's only a distance of tens of millions of li; we'll each search, and if we find anything, we'll render aid immediately."

Ten Divine Manifestation Realm Elders nodded in unison, their grim faces turning into streaks of heavenly rainbows that shot off in all directions.

Simply… losing face to the utmost degree.

They laid out the ceremonial guard, came with great fanfare to strike revenge on the Three Kingdoms battlefield, yet before even encountering the main target, they lost one of their traveling elders.

How outrageous!

Moreover, it's an intolerable bullying!

The scholars of Great Wei are refined; whether in forging, formations, talismans, or elixirs, their expertise ranks first among the Three Kingdoms.

That Void Great Shift Divine Talisman they just used—they recognize it clearly; it was personally crafted by the Talisman Grandmaster of the Great Wei Divine Kingdom and sold at a high price to the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom.

On that talisman lingers the aura of a certain Talisman Grandmaster's personal beacon from the Great Wei Divine Kingdom—there's no mistaking it.

They used a talisman produced by Great Wei to deal with a Great Wei Divine Manifestation Realm Elder!

"How outrageous!" In an instant, the enraged Xiahou Zheng, who had flown tens of thousands of li away, let out a furious roar, swept his sleeve downward, and the dozen or so mountains thousands of zhang high on the ground silently crumbled to dust.

Six million li from Qingfeng City, deep within a valley, a small altar flickered with elusive light.

The Void Great Shift Divine Talisman can teleport randomly, or it can be set up beforehand with an altar to draw upon spatial power, precisely sending a person back to the altar's location.

Wu Tie stood above the altar, gripping the God-Beating Whip in his right hand as strands of purple-gold divine light swirled around the whip; he had poured all his mana into it, just having taken a Great Dao Treasure Pill to restore his mana, and channeled the swiftly recovering mana into it as well.

Adding the thirty-eight Divine beings led by Linghu Buhuo who came to reinforce, plus the two Xiang Family Elders Xiang Feiyu and Xiang Feixie, a full forty Divine Manifestation Realm Elders of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom swarmed like a pack of greedy hyenas, tightly encircling the entire altar.

With a "hiss-hiss" sound, black electric arcs shot rapidly from the altar, and in the next instant seven or eight figures tumbled out of it.

Wu Tie flicked his sleeve; the little eunuch who had rolled out of the altar was instantly snatched away by a strand of Five Elements Divine Light, while his God-Beating Whip let out a low thunderclap, turning into a straight bolt of purple-gold light that struck the Cao Clan Ancestor's forehead.

The moment the Cao Clan Ancestor was swept up by the Void Great Shift Divine Talisman, he already knew he had been schemed against.

During the Void transfer, the Cao Clan Ancestor dared not move, but he had made preparations beforehand; just now, having flown out of the altar, he had already consecutively activated three of his own self-forged Heavenly Dao Divine Weapons, which he had refined over tens of thousands of years with countless starlight essences.

One Net Canopy, one Treasure Pearl, one Pen Holder.

The Net Canopy emitted a gloomy spiritual light that shielded his whole body, from which endless shoots of green bamboo continually sprouted, an awe‑inspiring sight.

The Treasure Pearl emitted vast sheets of elusive light, constructing a tiny spatial barrier around the Cao Clan Ancestor; layer upon layer of translucent barriers like a cicada's molt swiftly stacked up to thousands of thicknesses—even an ordinary Embryonic Storage Realm cultivator would find it hard to break through if three or five hundred people attacked in a short time.

As for the Pen Holder, it was even more formidable: carved from jade, it spewed forth great waves of ink‑black and white vapor, from which a mighty surging river erupted, roaring as it charged toward Wu Tie.

A single strike of the God-Beating Whip shattered the mighty river into fragments, and the jade Pen Holder cracked open with several fine fissures.

At the same time, the forty Divine beings of the Qingqiu Divine Kingdom simultaneously unleashed the strikes they had been storing up.

Forty against one……

The Cao Clan Ancestor ought to be the most tragic deity in Three Kingdoms history.

Given the exalted status of deities among the Three Kingdoms, when they take to the field they always fight openly with swords and spears; secret ambushes like this virtually never happen.

Yet forty Divine beings of the same realm ambushing a single individual… this is truly the first unprecedented occurrence in Three Kingdoms history.

The Cao Clan Ancestor's two protective secret treasures shattered explosively; the terrifying assault struck him directly, pulverizing his body.

A dragon's roar shook heaven and earth, and a column of light several li in diameter shot up into the sky.

In the void, from among nine black disk secret treasures, came hysterical laughter and applause.