Chapter 754: Strange Treasure Balances

Eighteen Xuanming Old Ancestors leapt up tens of thousands of zhang high, their bodies spewing cold light and freezing qi, countless ice crystals scattering wildly as they shrieked and charged toward the military city where Wu Tie was.

Inside the military city, millions of giant god soldiers surged out from various coverings at once.

These giant god soldiers widened their eyes, their scarlet pupils suddenly flaring, countless thin red threads carrying terrifying heat precisely condensing onto the bodies of the eighteen Xuanming Old Ancestors.

The cold light shattered, the freezing qi dissipated, and countless strands of ice crystals instantly vaporized.

A single giant god soldier's pupil-red light could easily pierce several zhang of refined steel; the red light from millions of giant god soldiers converging created a heat almost capable of vaporizing all things.

The eighteen Xuanming Old Ancestors roared in unison.

From behind, a ten-thousand-zhang ice sculpture released vast cold light, a massive ice trident spewing azure light pillars that precisely struck the Xuanming Old Ancestors.

In the high sky, more streams of flowing light fell rapidly.

During the duel battlefield, Wu Tie had already seen the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor avatar descend, with a few clangs it enveloped the Xuanming Old Ancestors.

Terrifying cold qi coiled around the Xuanming Old Ancestors, the giant god soldiers' red laser beams slicing the cold qi halo, emitting a piercing screech; millions of fine light beams struck the Xuanming Old Ancestors, stubbornly holding up their massive bodies, forcing them to retreat step by step.

But with the power of two supreme divine artifacts aiding them, the Xuanming Old Ancestors merely strained, suffering no harm.

They retreated step by step, then leapt up repeatedly, charging forward again and again, only to be hard-pressed back by the arrayed giant god soldiers.

After a stalemate of about a quarter hour, millions of giant god soldiers' eyes emitted wisps of green smoke, their scarlet light nearly extinguished, their massive metal frames trembling slightly, accompanied by faint mechanism clicks, these giant god soldiers sat down in neat unison.

Thin threads of flowing light appeared on the giant god soldiers' surfaces, their internal energy hubs began absorbing ambient heaven-earth primordial energy, slowly restoring their power.

Heavenly Martial Army soldiers surged forward, each holding a spatial ring, they dumped piles of origin crystals beside the giant god soldiers; the flowing light on the giant god soldiers' surfaces brightened and thickened, the origin crystals beside them dimmed as their immense energy was continuously devoured by the giant god soldiers.

The giant god soldiers' dim pupils gradually brightened; give them an hour or two and they could erupt again with their previous frenzied assault.

However, the Xuanming Old Ancestors seized the opportunity, already howling and laughing, leaping into the air, they charged once more toward the military city.

This time, the Yin-Yang Daoist stepped forward.

Behind him stood three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts; the three thousand formed an array, the Yin-Yang Daoist stood at the formation's eye hub, the Innate Spiritual Treasure Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel spewed spiritual light, hovering above his head.

The immense magical power of the three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts poured into the formation, then all flowed into the Yin-Yang Daoist's body.

The Yin-Yang Daoist grunted, a torrent of magical power like a tsunami surged into his body, instantly turning his face crimson all over, his body nearly bursting on the spot from this immense magical power.

"Swift!" the Yin-Yang Daoist pointed at the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel above his head.

Within the mouth of the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel, a flash of spiritual light flickered; black and white two qi surged forth like two giant dragons, lashing fiercely at the charging Xuanming Old Ancestors.

As nine Xuanming Old Ancestors had just leapt into midair, the yin-yang two qi struck; they cried out, like fish hooked, involuntarily shooting up several thousand zhang into the sky, then staggered and fell straight toward the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel.

The Xuanming Old Ancestors, nearly a thousand zhang tall, rushed toward the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel; the closer they got, the smaller their bodies became; when only three to five li away, their bodies had shrunk to fist size.

Just as the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel was about to swallow the nine Xuanming Old Ancestors, once swallowed by this innate spiritual treasure, the ever-changing innate yin-yang two qi would have countless ways to refine them, able to fully refine them in an instant.

The nine Xuanming Old Ancestors shouted in unison, the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor on their bodies burst with dazzling blood light, violently shaking the void, freezing their bodies in midair.

From behind, the ten-thousand-zhang ice sculpture spewed strands of azure cold light, the cold light tightly clung to these nine Xuanming Old Ancestors, pulling them bit by bit, dragging them away from the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel.

"Hehe." the Yin-Yang Daoist coldly smiled, he bit his tongue tip, a drop of essence blood sprayed onto the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel.

The Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel's radiance greatly increased, its suction suddenly doubled; the nine Xuanming Old Ancestors, just pulled back several li, cried out again and were drawn a bit closer to the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel.

Thus the ten-thousand-zhang ice sculpture behind became even more dazzling, its pulling force likewise increased.

The nine Xuanming Old Ancestors thus flew a moment toward the Yin-Yang Two Qi Vessel, a moment toward the city outskirts, hard-pressed in midair playing a tug-of-war.

At the instant the Yin-Yang Daoist acted, the Five Elements Daoist also moved.

Beside him likewise lay a great array set up by three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm old ancestors; vast magical power poured into the Five Elements Daoist, who let out a long cry, five-colored divine light shot up behind him like a colossal peerless broom, fiercely sweeping toward the remaining nine Xuanming Old Ancestors.

With a tremendous boom, three Xuanming Old Ancestors had no time to react before being swept into the five-colored divine light.

The Five Elements Daoist sat cross-legged on the ground, three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts continuously poured their magical power into him; within the small world opened by his five-colored divine light, a giant mulberry tree stood firm, a fist-sized red bird perched on its highest branch, its whole body erupting with terrifying heat capable of incinerating all things.

The three Xuanming Old Ancestors emanated cold qi, countless fiery threads like magma spewed from the tiny bird's body, lashing them like violent wind and rain.

Cold qi and fire violently collided, emitting a dull thud.

The three Xuanming Old Ancestors were somewhat dazed, the bird's internal fire seemed endless, yet they were isolated from the outside world by the five-colored divine light...

The next moment, flames burst forth throughout the five-colored space with a 'whoosh-la-la', the entire five-colored space turned into a flaming hell, completely enveloping the three Xuanming Old Ancestors.

Outside the military city, six Xuanming Old Ancestors screamed shrilly, already having charged into the city, they fiercely stared at the Five Elements Daoist sitting cross-legged on the ground, about to rush up and kill him to rescue their trapped brothers.

Wu Tie on the city wall let out a long cry.

Behind him in the military city, vast array runes on the ground lit up, streams of magnificent magical power poured directly into Wu Tie through the great array.

Six thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts, over ten thousand half-step Divine Manifestation Realm cultivators, and millions of peak Embryonic Storage Realm experts— their combined strength of a million people, harmonized by the formation, coalesced into a tremendous mixed-attribute magical force that surged into Wu Tie's body.

Namely Wu Tie, his flesh tyrannically strong, could barely withstand such a terrifying magical impact.

Especially the million Embryonic Storage Realm experts, whose magical attributes covered virtually everything, encompassing nearly all methods in the world; this reflects Wu Tie's comprehension of the three thousand great paths and eighty‑four thousand side doors—otherwise, even if his body could endure the magical impact, his divine embryo could not freely wield such mixed-attribute power.

The three thousand experts behind the Yin-Yang Daoist cultivated mostly yin-yang leaning methods.

The three thousand experts behind the Five Elements Daoist cultivated mostly five-element attributes.

Only Wu Tie—only he in the world—could endure such mixed-attribute, all-encompassing magical impact.

Wu Tie's body suddenly erupted with boundless divine light, using his body as hub, the massive magical power surged into the Primordial Coronation, in the void rings of strange ripples spread outward, the bodies of the six howling, charging Xuanming Old Ancestors suddenly stiffened.

Wu Tie endured the tearing pain from within his body, slowly reaching out, aided by the Primordial Coronation's power, he captured the moment in the river of time when a Xuanming Old Ancestor had just been born from its mother's womb.

At that time the Xuanming Old Ancestor was extremely fragile; killing it at that moment would naturally cause the present sky-soaring Xuanming Old Ancestor to perish in body and soul.

Wu Tie's hand slowly extended; the Xuanming Old Ancestor he focused on had its hairs standing on end, feeling wave after wave of chilling deadly crisis surge from his heart; he screamed hoarsely, repeatedly letting out mournful roars: "Big brother, save me!"

"I come to save you!" a long cry came from not far away, the Canghai Daoist stood atop a small hill, beside him likewise three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts formed an array.

However, compared to the somewhat overburdened Wu Tie, Yin-Yang Daoist, and Five Elements Daoist, the Canghai Daoist appeared much more relaxed and at ease.

After all, the Canghai Daoist's avatar foundation is the Canghai Divine Pearl, an innate spiritual treasure that is a self-contained small world, causing his body to be like the void; his strength may not match Wu Tie's true body, but in terms of bodily capacity, he is the strongest among Wu Tie's true body and three corpse avatars.

The three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts' magical power poured in, the Canghai Daoist remained calm and untroubled, feeling no pressure.

He easily poured this massive magical power into the twelve Canghai Divine Pearls, then the twelve pearls suddenly burst with divine light a hundred times stronger than usual, chiming as they leapt up, instantly piercing the void to smash down upon the six Xuanming Old Ancestors' heads and faces.

The Canghai Divine Pearl itself is immensely powerful; the Canghai Daoist merely lacks sufficient cultivation to unleash its full power.

Now with the magical power boost from the three thousand Divine Manifestation Realm experts, the twelve Canghai Divine Pearls became extraordinarily heavy; each strike felt like a small world enacting a heaven-earth collision, such killing power that ordinary Divine Manifestation Realm seventh or eighth heaven experts would die upon contact, perish upon touch.

Even though the Six Venerable Xuanming Ancestors wore the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor and were surrounded by rings of cold light emanating from the trident, the soaring might of the Canghai Divine Pearl crashing down still left them dizzy and blurred, shaking their five viscera and six bowels near bursting, shattering the cold light on their bodies, denting the incarnations of the Ten Directions Slaughter Armor everywhere, and tearing huge cracks everywhere.

Just a few light blows, and the Six Venerable Xuanming Ancestors were struck until they spat blood, with blood continuously flowing from their eyes, nostrils, and ears.

Pushed by their own Cold Qi, the blood that had flowed out of their bodies quickly turned into crimson ice crystals, falling heavily to the ground.

Behind them, thousands of Elders of the Snow Plains Tribe stared in disbelief as they watched their own ancestor, whom they revered like a deity, charge into the military city, only to be trapped by the enemy's great formation and secret treasure, then subjected to a brutal beating from head to toe?

"Sacrifice!" shouted an Elder of the Snow Plains Tribe, his voice hoarse from exertion.

The Snow Plains Tribe Alliance's land is smaller than Wuguo's, its population fewer, its soldiers less brave, its armaments inferior, and its logistical support and cultivation civilization far behind those of Wuguo.

Without these eighteen unstoppable old monsters holding the fort, how could the Snow Plains Tribe Alliance dare to invade Wuguo's territory, recklessly burning, killing, and looting, even hoping to slaughter all of Wuguo's men and turn Wuguo into their playground for pleasure?

Therefore, others may die, but the eighteen Venerable Xuanming Old Ghosts must absolutely not come to harm.

The warriors of the six strongest tribes—the White Bear, White Wolf, and White Deer tribes—leapt up and charged at the nearby weaker tribes, slaughtering them.

They had marched all the way here in mighty numbers to attack Wu Tie, yet the army carried no captives or women suitable for sacrifice.

So, should we use the heads of those small tribes as sacrificial offerings?

Thousands of tribe elders flew into the air, their gazes fierce as they fixed on the warriors of the small tribes.

Those warriors knelt on the ground, trembling, none daring to resist. In the Snow Plains, this sort of thing… is quite common.

The warriors of the six great tribes were countless; as they swept forward, in the span of a breath one could not tell how many small-tribe fighters had been slain. Vast amounts of blood flew on their own to tower after tower of ten‑thousand‑foot ice sculptures, which swallowed the blood, transforming it into countless threads of pure blood‑qi stored within.

Within the ice sculptures, cold light blazed brightly; the trident sprayed forth ever richer cold light, which poured thickly onto the six Xuanming Ancestors whose bones and tendons had been shattered by the Canghai Divine Pearl.

The six Xuanming Ancestors drew a deep breath, and a thick layer of cold light spread over them as the Canghai Divine Pearl howled down, striking like massive stars slamming the earth with a deafening roar.

The thick cold light was shattered again and again, but this time the one controlling the trident, Youzu, clearly exerted great effort; divine light on the trident flowed without cease, shattering a layer of cold light and then swiftly laying down another.

This has become the most direct clash between the Canghai Divine Pearl and the Ice Spirit Divine Clan's Supreme Divine Artifact Trident!

The Canghai Divine Pearl's attack power is peerless, yet the Ice Spirit Divine Clan's supreme artifact is in no way inferior.

Behind the Canghai Daoist stood three thousand Divine Realm experts providing mana, but Youzu brought even more clansmen to scout the front lines, commanding hundreds of thousands of Divine Realm warriors under him!

After dozens of such back‑and‑forth impacts, Wu Tie's hand finally touched the image he had locked onto within the River of Time.

With a light clap, a twist, and then a burst of black flame erupting from the center of Wu Tie's palm, it swirled around the unseen image in the void, burning it.

Among the six Xuanming Ancestors frantically resisting, one suddenly stiffened, jerked, and his whole skeleton exploded with a 'crack‑crack‑crack' into fragments; then strands of black flame shot from his body, instantly burning him to a wisp of green smoke, leaving no trace of his former existence.

Wu Tie's five viscera and six bowels churned, and a tremendous backlash surged forth.

The Primordial Crown spun slightly, trembling; the terrifying backlash from the entire River of Time was swallowed up by the Primordial Crown to the extent of ninety‑nine percent, leaving only about one or two percent of the backlash to actually land on Wu Tie.

Wu Tie opened his mouth, spat out a stream of blood, took a breath, gave a strange laugh, and reached out once more.

From the diagonal, Lao Tie came roaring, Ben Shi at his side, his spear trailing a rending flash of cold light that flashed and plunged into the throat of a Xuanming Ancestor.

Xi Wule, surrounded by a great throng of Xi Clan experts, likewise came sprinting madly.

He condensed two thunder‑seal imprints in his hands and blasted them from afar at two Xuanming Ancestors.

Xi Bubai stood on a distant hilltop; behind him stood a peculiarly shaped bronze humanoid statue, its face elongated, its eyes protruding like two metal pillars.

Xi Bubai drew a deep breath, turned, and knelt in worship before this bronze statue that stood over ten zhang tall.