Chapter 670

Green Hill City.

When the Green Hill Divine Kingdom and Great Wei were fighting fiercely, the interior of Green Hill City was also seething with undercurrents.

"So, this has nothing to do with strength, only with the mind."

Gongyang Sanlü wore a coarse cloth long shirt, swaying as he slowly walked down an extremely dim passageway. The burly Wu Tou said nothing, closely following behind him.

"Linghu Qingqing is the divine emperor, Your Majesty; his edict, my Gongyang clan naturally obeys, so all our Gongyang clan's elders have dutifully rushed to the Three Kingdoms battlefield to fight to the death."

"Why would Linghu Qingqing trust me, let me guard Green Hill City and hold court authority? Isn't it because over ninety percent of the Green Hill Divine Kingdom's Divine Light Realm elders have gone with him on campaign?... In my hands, I lack Divine Light Realm power; I cannot overturn heaven."

On the passageway walls, every seven or eight zhang apart, there is a pair of small bronze lamp stands, filled with oil refined from merpeople's bodies, made into eternal lamps that last ten thousand years without extinguishing, and the light is extremely bright; a single small lamp can illuminate a space of several dozen zhang in radius.

The air was filled with a faint fragrance carrying a hint of strange fishy odor.

The merpeople's oil has exactly this scent; this fragrance makes people involuntarily relax their mood, soothe their emotions, possessing excellent calming and hypnotic effects. Therefore, eternal lamps made from merpeople's oil are often used in nobles' tombs.

"Tsk, this Majesty of ours truly thinks nothing is wrong. Me, no, the entire Gongyang clan—all civil officials under heaven come from the Gongyang clan… but civil officials mostly come from humble origins; in the former Great Jin and now the Green Hill, the true aristocrats are only those martial families of generals."

"Civil officials from humble origins can at most enjoy a lifetime of wealth and honor; wanting to be granted a title, wanting to be granted land, wanting generation after generation of uninterrupted wealth and honor is extremely difficult, exceedingly so."

"Thus, among the civil official system, the most powerful aristocratic clans also only have one or two Divine Light Realm elders holding the fort. Insufficient clan foundation—this is how pitiful and miserable they are."

Gongyang Sanlü walked with his hands behind his back, swaying, sneering continuously as he went.

"So, returning to that earliest remark, this matter is related to the mind."

"Whether it was the former Sima Wuyou, Sima Xian, or even now Linghu Qingqing… they thought that by staring down my Gongyang clan and a few great aristocratic civil official clans, they could stare me down?"

"Hehe, me, and even the Gongyang clan—we oversee all civil officials under heaven… and what are civil officials best at? Corruption, heh…"

"Such a vast divine kingdom, each year gold and silver mountains flow like an endless sea, countless resources, countless treasures, flowing in and out, stored and withdrawn—my disciples, with just a flick of their pens, make mountains of gold and silver vanish."

"Where did they go? Hey, a small part went into our pockets, but the vast majority was still offered to the gods!"

Gongyang Sanlü laughed and said to Wu Tou: "The gods take money to do business, never caring where the money comes from—I like that rule."

"With money, things are easy; with money, anything can be done… for example, raising a batch of outsiders who absolutely could not know, Divine Light Realm death warriors." Gongyang Sanlü brought Wu Tou to the end of the passageway and stood before a bronze gate.

He pulled out a bronze key the thickness and length of a baby's arm, Gongyang Sanlü smiled at Wu Tou and said: "In the Three Kingdoms, Divine Light Realm beings are the living ancestors of every family and clan—who would dare show them the slightest disrespect?"

"But my Gongyang clan dares to keep death warriors of the Divine Clarity realm." Gongyang Sanlü chuckled: "So it is said, a warrior's sword can indeed kill, but truly frightening is still a scholar's mouth, heart, and a brush."

Black Head lowered his head looking at Gongyang Sanlü, divine light flickering in his eyes, his expression rather displeased: "I hope that in the future you will not conceal anything from me."

Gongyang Sanlü's eyes flickered, he looked at Black Head and laughed: "Lord Black Head, this is not concealment, but a surprise for you."

Quickly changing the subject, Gongyang Sanlü said in a deep voice: "On the Three Kingdoms battlefield, true fire has already been sparked; the Great Martial God Kingdom is stirring, the decisive battle is imminent… You must grasp greater strength, only then can you in the future secure greater benefits for us."

He boldly reached out and lightly patted Black Head's sturdy arm: "We are allies; for greater future benefits, both sides must pay a greater price. This surprise is the cost I have prepared to pay in advance."

The key sprayed out threads of cold light, flying on its own into a deep hole on the bronze gate.

The entire bronze gate lit up; the intricate patterns carved on its surface glowed thread by thread, and waves of thick primal energy surged out continuously from the gate. Even with Gongyang Sanlü's cultivation, he was staggered by this primal energy tide, his steps unsteady, and he retreated a few steps in a rather embarrassed manner.

Black Head grinned, laughing silently.

Allies?

Damned mortal, who gave you the guts to define your relationship with the Barbarian God tribe as allies?

Gritting his teeth, Black Head's veins bulged slightly all over his body, then quickly subsided.

Had it been an ordinary member of the Barbarian God tribe, hearing Gongyang Sanlü's words would have already prompted them to attack and kill.

But Black Head is different; he is an extremely rare existence among the Barbarian God tribe, one who has grown brain matter amidst a head full of muscle knots. He forcibly suppressed his anger, shifting from a silent cold laugh to an audible guffaw.

"Thus, very good."

The bronze gate opened, revealing a splendid hall inlaid with gold and jade.

In the center of the hall, twenty men with ordinary faces, who at first glance look no different from passersby, stood there silently.

As Gongyang Sanlü entered the hall, these men knelt in unison, their gazes cold and empty, like a Gobi desert under a cold moon, showing no change in emotion.

"They are yours, Lord Black Head." Gongyang Sanlü lightly pointed at them, as if, on a bright early morning, two elderly neighbors from opposite sides of the street meet, and one says to the other— "Hey, have a steamed bun"?

"Twenty Divine Clarity beings… what a grand gesture." Black Head stared at Gongyang Sanlü in shock.

"Exclusively for you, twenty offerings." Gongyang Sanlü laughed lightly: "Good steel belongs on the blade's edge; they have lived a lifetime of fine clothes and jade food, a lifetime of carefree ease, a lifetime without any hardship—I have raised them all their lives, and now is the time for them to repay."

Black Head gave Gongyang Sanlü a deep look, then pulled out a great axe whose entire body was blood-red.

"Since that's the case, I won't stand on ceremony. Well, with them, give me a little time, and I will fulfill your wish."

Black Head laughed with extraordinary brilliance.

"Well, I might as well tell you, as far as You Ruo's meaning goes, it's the unification of the Three Kingdoms. Heck, as long as I have enough power, believe me, the ultimate victor will surely be you." Black Head raised the blood-colored great axe: "Of course, relying on me alone isn't enough; you also need to use your brain more..."

Gongyang Sanlü smiled and nodded.

Inside the hall, Blood Light splattered in all directions.

As the light pillars just shot up, Black Head let out a low roar, and blood-red Dao patterns like chains spewed from his body, forming a huge net that covered the entire hall tightly.

The light pillars struck the net of blood-red chains, emitting a thunderous dull roar; Black Head swung his great axe, cleaving each pillar one by one.

Gongyang Sanlü spread his arms; behind him a vague face resembling a male goat flickered indistinctly. After the twenty Divine Clarity masters fell, their shattered Dao patterns and years of accumulated mana were gulped down big mouthfuls by that vague face behind him.

Gongyang Sanlü's aura surged upward.

His aura rapidly rose from the first level of entering the Divine Clarity realm to the second, third, fourth, fifth...

Upon his body, newly born Dao patterns flowed and intertwined, quickly merging with his flesh. These twenty Divine Clarity masters each cultivated different attributes; together they had comprehended sixty-six different Dao laws.

Gongyang Sanlü, using a mysterious secret art of unknown origin, directly integrated their comprehended Dao laws into himself, causing his Dao cultivation to leap forward, his strength to surge, and his Dao foundation to become far stronger than before by an unknown amount.

Black Head exerted all his strength to suppress the twenty light pillars, aiding Gongyang Sanlü in devouring and cultivating.

Most of his attention was focused on the twenty soul crystals floating before him, and twenty drops of blood essence.

He gazed greedily at these treasures, then suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed the twenty crystals and twenty blood essences in one gulp. His body convulsed violently; an odd connection arose between this avatar and his true self, and the soul crystals and blood essence began to transfer continually to his true body through some unseen link.

"The consumption is truly enormous." Black Head muttered lowly, producing dozens of ordinary soul crystals.

"But it's alright; I have saved some wealth over the years, otherwise burning Divine Clarity soul crystals as a transmission fee would be too wasteful." Black Head sighed, then swallowed those dozens of ordinary soul crystals in one gulp.

Behind Gongyang Sanlü, a phantom with a sheep's head and human body, its entire form exuding a terrifying aura, gradually became clear.

He muttered in a low voice, his voice like a gloomy wind from hell, making Wu Tou shudder involuntarily.

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【61】 He muttered in a low voice, his voice like a gloomy wind from hell, making Wu Tou shudder involuntarily.

Wu Tou Elder, believe this old man; if we join forces, we will surely shine brilliantly. This old man dominates the mortal realm, and you can stand supreme among the gods... Hehe, isn't that wonderful? Beautiful!

Wu Tou gave a cold snort; he was about to speak when his body suddenly stiffened, and a flicker of incredulous, frenzied light flashed in his eyes.

Chi Kui... why, why would he come here?

He is, he is the great prince of the Barbarian God Clan, and also the war god of the Barbarian God Clan... why would he come here?

What are they doing? They destroyed... they destroyed, the Crystal Bridge?

Damn it, do they know how costly the Crystal Bridge is to build?

Moreover, destroying the Crystal Bridge means we cannot transport supplies to the Ancestral Land, and the Ancestral Land can no longer send personnel to us...

Heaven Crystal God Clan, Ice Spirit God Clan, Dark Soul God Clan, Lava Giant God, and us, the Barbarian God Clan... the Five Great God Clans, do they want to monopolize this place? To monopolize Mu Dalu? With the Ancestral God above, is this madness?

But I like it, I really like it, ha, Chi Kui, I've even started to love you!

Oh, oh, Little Old Man Gongyang, wait a moment, wait for my true self... I will slay Sheng Rong... damn it, he was killed, so I will slay the Eight-Finned. This damned giant octopus once mocked me; I will chop him up, cut off his tentacles, and eat them with sauce.

Wu Tou tightly closed his eyes, veins bulging all over his body; the divine soul crystals and blood essence he had just swallowed from twenty Divine Manifestation Realm experts were continuously pouring into his true self.

His true self, in a crystal stone star unknown billions of miles from the ground, wielded a great axe, coordinating with warriors of the Barbarian God Clan from the Ancestral Land, and launched a frenzied slaughter against the 'spirits' of hundreds of other tribes.

Gongyang Sanlü stared dumbfounded at Wu Tou, horrified to discover that something unfathomable, uncontrollable, completely beyond grasp had occurred.

He knew nothing, could do nothing, could not ask; he could only grit his teeth, stare fixedly at Wu Tou, while countless thoughts raced wildly through his mind, calculating various possible responses.

What did Wu Tou say earlier?

The Five Great God Clans join forces to monopolize Mu Dalu?

Then, are the other god clans... being exterminated?

Has war broken out among the gods?

Crystal Bridge, what is the Crystal Bridge again?

Gongyang Sanlü stood motionless there, refining the surging power within him while silently waiting for Wu Tou's echo.

On the Three Kingdoms Battlefield, the god war continues.

Great Wei and Green Hill have suffered heavy losses, but now that it's come to this, no one can withdraw.

Wu Tie sat silently on the walls of Dragon Pond City, cultivating and improving rapidly while calculating time, not allowing Great Wei and Green Hill to both lose badly, with a Great Martial God Kingdom eyeing them covetously nearby.

We must find a suitable point of entry; when the combined strength of the two nations can still suppress Great Martial, Wu Tie must shift the battle's direction.

Days passed, Wu Tie hadn't yet carried out his plan when the sky suddenly darkened.

Originally the sun shone high, it was exactly noon, then the sky turned pitch black with no light at all. Afterwards, starlight blazed across the heavens, but dense as it was, not a trace of stellar essence leaked down.

After a while, countless fine strands of starlight fell from the sky, condensing in the air above the Three Kingdoms Battlefield into a piece of text.

'Gods' Public Decree, open the Three Kingdoms Ultimate Arena; among the Three Kingdoms, all Divine Manifestation Realm and Half-Step Divine Manifestation Realm cultivators shall enter, fighting to the death. Among the Three Kingdoms' cultivators, if two nations are utterly annihilated, the remaining nation shall prevail; the victor shall be the Sovereign of the Three Kingdoms.'

A speck of divine light flickered in the void.

The Three Kingdoms Battlefield shuddered violently; the war fort that Wu Tie had once participated in, the Blood Flag Contention Battle fort, slowly rose from underground.

But this time, that war fort spans tens of thousands of li in length and width, encircling a vast battlefield of the great leader.

Starlight fell again from the sky, recondensing into text.

All those belonging to the Three Kingdoms, all cultivators of the Divine Manifestation Realm and half-step Divine Manifestation Realm, must enter the battlefield within three days… Those who defy will have their nine clans exterminated.