Chapter 802

Fuxi Divine Capital.

This place was formerly the imperial capital Anyang City of the Great Jin Divine State, and formerly the imperial capital Qingqiu City of the Qingqiu Divine State; now, after being taken over by Xi Wule, it has become the surface secondary capital of the Fuxi Divine State, Fuxi Divine Capital.

Wu Tie has already taken the city's original military lineages and aristocratic families away; all mansions and properties have been transferred to the various big and small families of the Fuxi Divine State that Xi Wule brought to the surface.

The major families from the underground world have begun, according to their own aesthetics, to freely modify the city's various buildings.

The once splendid city is now filled everywhere with exotic-style buildings; the whole city gradually acquired a barbaric, ancient flavor. In the streets and alleys, various strange peoples come and go, bringing even more vitality than before.

Xi Wule and Xi Bu Bai are now busy to the point of flying.

Which of the groups that moved from the underground world to the surface is easy to handle?

Today, the two villages of the half-dragon people and the python people clashed over irrigation rights to a river, and the next day directly triggered a large-scale armed battle between the two tribes.

The next day, the agile rat-people scout stole clean the neighboring dwarven village's nearly ripe spirit-fruit nursery. The dwarves, furious, grabbed their big hammers and smashed the goblin village in the Gobi to pieces.

The goblin tribe's Elder came crying to file a complaint; the captured rat-people scout refused to admit fault, while the dwarf tribe's Elder raged beside him.

The troubles of the three weak groups were not yet settled, when over there the magma giants, on their own, tapped into the earth's veins, opening a magma channel from underground, turning a forest north of Fuxi Divine Capital into a lava lake.

The not-so-bright magma giants had a flawed design for their magma flow channel; the magma burst out of their estimated area and surged southward, turning the Taotie clan's hundreds of thousands of mu of fertile farmland into a land ravaged by magma.

How could the Taotie clan swallow this loss? They immediately mustered troops and slaughtered the over-three-thousand-strong magma giant force to the last, swallowing them whole, skin and bones.

The giant tribe itself was already sparsely populated; then the Taotie clan suddenly killed over three thousand of them. Accustomed to solving problems with force, the giants let out a great roar, gathered hundreds of thousands of giants from various tribes, and immediately trampled over dozens of cities under Taotie rule.

Xi Wule, dizzy and blurred-vision, was mobilizing his personal troops to go suppress the conflict between the giant tribe and the Taotie clan, when suddenly a fire broke out in his own rear courtyard.

Though young, Xi Wule already had one principal consort and two secondary consorts.

Xi Wule's principal consort came from the Nuwa clan, while his two secondary consorts came respectively from the Wu clan and the prominent Jiang clan of the Fuxi Divine State.

The Nuwa clan's principal consort and the Jiang clan's secondary consort— their maternal clans clashed over a spirit-jade vein, fighting to a moderate degree and causing casualties among several young ringleaders. Ironically, the dead were the two women's maternal brothers.

When the news arrived, the two consorts fought each other inside the palace, directly smashing half of the palace city.

Xi Wule, furious and flustered, went to scold the two women, only to be torn apart by two frenzied tiger-women, his face covered in wounds, and he fled in a sorry state.

The various groups from the underground world saw a splendid, colorful new world; the abundant resources stimulated them to the point of somewhat losing their senses, each acting like beasts driven by instinct.

Seizing territory, seizing even more territory.

Plundering resources, plundering even more resources.

A pack of feral beasts thrown into a mountain forest hunting ground with no rules yet established— one can imagine how chaotic it would be.

By contrast, Wu Tie's Wuguo has only the Wu clan enjoying its vast territory and boundless resources; Wuguo is extremely peaceful, with no outbreaks of conflict between the Wu clan and Wuguo's native inhabitants.

Behind them, the palace collapsed one after another; the two consorts were still fighting fiercely, and their personal attendants and eunuchs also joined the fray.

Xi Wule, face worn and streaked with blood, stood in a sorry state at the imperial city gate, looking up to sigh: 'Governing the state and managing the family— how arduous! How, how, how did all this chaotic mess come about?'

The Fuxi Divine State of the underground world has long established its rules, laws, regulations, and systems.

But this Fuxi Divine State in the surface world has yet to form any regulations; Xi Wule and Xi Bu Bai are busy to the point of being frazzled, yet still unable to quell this chaotic situation.

Feeling the pressure, Xi Wule was about to request aid from the headquarters of the underground Fuxi Divine State when he saw, with his own eyes, a streak of light moving at extreme speed fly in from the eastern horizon, accompanied by a 'humming' bell sound; that streak of light whistled and flew to the eastern side of Fuxi Divine Capital.

Dozens of white beams shot straight up from underground; within one white beam a streak of fire flashed, which shot up high and exploded with a 'boom', turning into a white lotus thousands of zhang in diameter slowly rotating.

The filament of light that had flown from the far eastern horizon suddenly halted above the rotating white lotus.

With a 'hum' came the sound of a huge bell; waves of gentle, pure, vast power surged outward in all directions, and the illusory image of a colossal bell tens of thousands of li high flashed by, revealing myriad small craft each a hundred zhang long, and in the center three large flagships each a thousand zhang long.

Behind this densely arrayed fleet, a mass of green clouds hovered steadily in the air; nearly three hundred thousand white-clad men and women gripped their waist swords, with righteous qi rising high above their heads, turning into vast mists above them, within which faintly appeared the images of mountains, rivers, and the state.

At the instant the bell's illusory image appeared, its massive body tilted slightly, its mouth aimed at Fuxi Divine Capital.

Xi Wule, standing before the imperial city gate, felt his scalp go numb; he suddenly shouted: 'Open the defense——'

Before he could finish, a earth-shaking bell sound rang from the bell's illusory interior; wave after wave of visible sound, carrying myriad zhang of auspicious qi, surged out from the bell's mouth, enveloping the entire Fuxi Divine Capital below.

At the instant the bell's illusory image vanished, the sky-filling sound waves fell; the walls of Fuxi Divine Capital, the huge stone-paved roads inside the city, the myriad strange buildings bearing the characteristics of the underground peoples, even the inner-layer imperial city walls, and the palace buildings not yet half-destroyed by the two consorts, all shattered with a uniform 'clatter' into sky-filling fragments.

Countless brick and tile fragments the size of mung beans flew wildly through the air; countless citizens inside covered their ears and let out hoarse, exhausted roars.

The tiny fragments struck people with a 'swish-swish' sound, piercing transparent blood holes and drawing out extremely fine threads of blood.

Viewed from above, the blood spraying from people's bodies almost dyed the entire Fuxi Divine Capital red.

Vast clouds of dust rolled, and the whole of Fuxi Divine Capital sank downward by seven or eight zhang.

Hordes of weakly cultivated citizens vomited blood and fainted; only those whose cultivation had reached at least the Embryonic Storage realm could barely keep their footing.

Streams of light flew up from various parts of the collapsed city; the Divine Realm elders of all clans shouted in unison: 'Enemy attack…… enemy attack……'

As the surface secondary capital of the Fuxi Divine State, Fuxi Divine Capital naturally had heavy troops stationed within.

Exactly one thousand figures emanating powerful Divine Realm magical fluctuations surged into the sky, blocking the way of this fleet of unknown origin.

In the next instant, including Xi Wule and Xi Bu Bai, many experts of the Fuxi Divine State all turned pale, looking like they'd seen ghosts, their faces twisted as they gazed at the ahead fleet—not impressive in size—composed of myriad small warships.

Over a million Divine Realm auras shot up into the sky.

Most of these auras seemed incomplete, lacking the rounded, complete feeling after fully grasping a great Dao; yet they were truly Divine Realm auras, the sign that divine embryos and bodies had begun to merge.

Such auras numbered over a million.

Over a million individuals, Divine Realm…… even if not perfectly perfected Divine Realm…… they are still Divine Realm!

Xi Wule, Xi Bu Bai, and the others' minds went blank; they stared dully at the figures ahead emanating terrifying auras, when suddenly the words 'Sui Chao' flashed in their thoughts.

These days, they've been busy dealing with their own domestic troubles, and actually forgot about this matter.

But this terrifying army before them suddenly reminded them.

The threat is right before their eyes.

The enemy has already arrived.

'Who goes there?' Xi Wule's body flickered with blinding lightning; he held a thunderbolt spear, stepped a few steps into the void, and looked toward the figure standing at the prow of the central flagship, clad in a great scarlet fur cloak embroidered with countless fire-cloud patterns in gold and silver thread— Feng Rong.

'I am the Summer King of Sui Chao, Feng Rong.' Feng Rong shook both hands; his great cloak 'clattered' open, and two smiling old eunuchs appeared out of thin air behind him, silently placing a lofty throne about three zhang high behind him.

Feng Rong sat upon the throne in a relaxed manner, one hand tapping his knee, the other elbow resting on the armrest, his palm supporting his chin, his face askew, eyes askance, wearing a mocking expression as he looked at Xi Wule.

'The heavenly troops of Sui Chao have descended; why don't you quickly kneel and surrender? What are you waiting for?' Feng Rong, full of pride, pointed at Xi Wule and laughed: 'Do you really still think of resisting? Who gave you the gall to dare defy heaven?'

Xi Wule's body trembled slightly.

Before him stood a million-strong army, over ninety-nine percent of whose officers and soldiers, in his perception, could not withstand a single blow.

After all, he too was one of the few top figures of the Fuxi Divine State over the years, with extraordinary talent, formidable cultivation, and strength enough to rival the top Heavenly Gods of the Sui Dynasty.

But the imperial guards brought by Feng Rong, among them the captains of a thousand, were unquestionably existences of the Heavenly God level.

Over ninety percent of the captains of a thousand, in Xi Wule's perception, he could slay with a single spear thrust from horseback; the remaining less than ten percent of captain-of-a-thousand-level officers gave Xi Wule sufficient pressure.

As for the ten captains of ten thousand and their deputies, plus the three supreme commander-level generals in the army, Xi Wule deeply felt that the opposition could possibly wipe him out with a single light strike.

Xi Wule had lived so long, and for the first time in his life he felt despair.

Below, within the Fuxi Divine Capital reduced to utter ruins, countless weak civilians awoke from the faintness caused by the bell's sound, clutching their heads and crying out in anguish. The shockwave from the bell brought pain that surged like waves, wave after wave.

His brains felt as if stirred into tofu dregs, and his five viscera and six bowels were all churning.

Many of the weakest rat people and dwarves curled up on the ground, screaming while spitting blood.

Many of those dazed by the shock stumbled and staggered across the unrecognizable streets, waving their arms wildly and muttering incoherently.

The two princess consorts who had just been fighting fiercely inside the imperial city now knelt on the ground, trembling, clinging tightly to each other like two quails depending on each other to shelter from wind and rain.

Xi Wule glanced at the ground, then raised the long spear in his hand.

He could not retreat.

Retreat was impossible.

Sometimes, there are things that one knows will lead to death if done, yet one can only go ahead and do them.

"Battle!" Xi Wule howled hysterically: "Sound the alarm, summon the troops, fight to the death!"

With a great roar, the corners of Xi Wule's eyes split open, and two streams of blood spurted out.

The sharp alarm horn sounded, and from all directions came the high-pitched alarm horns piercing the clouds. Thereafter, columns of wolf smoke shot straight up from the ground into the high sky; in the distance, beacon towers lit up their flames one after another, and smoke pillars rose straight into the heavens, transmitting the warning to all sides.

Alarm horns, wolf smoke, and the specialized early-warning formation "Heng Heng" sounded.

When these early-warning formations stir, it signifies that the most urgent crisis is approaching. All tribes, big and small, that have migrated from the underground world to the surface, near and far, will have their preset formations resonate with each other, informing them that a great enemy is invading.

Not long after, figures came flying swiftly from the distant horizon.

Moreover, military formations of all sizes rose up with the wind and clouds, speeding toward this side.

Outside the Fuxi Divine Capital, teleportation arrays and space gates lit up one after another, continuously sending over troops of various sizes.

Feng Rong lightly clapped and chuckled: "Good, good, good, interesting, interesting—what does giving you a chance matter? Let you die convinced and willing!"

He shook his head, and Feng Rong affectedly patted his own mouth lightly: "Wrong, wrong, I spoke wrongly. You cannot die; you will all become this king's servants... hehe, truly, fine servants!"

Feng Rong swept his gaze over Xi Wule; the thunder-and-lightning aura emanating from Xi Wule's body made him a little envious.

Then came Xi Bubai and the elders of the Xi tribe.

The Xi tribe's unique bloodline power spread out, moving even Feng Rong—these are all talents, after all.

Moreover, the peoples of the Taowu, Taotie, Qiongqi, Hundun and other strange clans rushing over at full speed, and Bai Su Xin standing behind Feng Rong, all grinned wide.

Then, seeing the hulking giants emerging with difficulty from the teleportation arrays and space gates, and the representatives of the one hundred twelve rulers' families standing behind Feng Rong, all nodded and smiled.

Giants, dwarves, ox people, wolf people, dragon people, half-dragon people, python people, snake people, dwarves, rat people, and also lizard people, dog-headed people, winged people, one-legged people, hollow people, one-eyed people, three-eyed people...

All kinds of subterranean peoples kept appearing, and large troops of armies emerged within thousands of li around the ruins of the Fuxi Divine Capital.

War drums thundered, bugles sounded in succession, strange banners fluttered wildly, and murderous qi shot up to the heavens.

Xi Wule was about to summon the chiefs of all tribes to give orders when a Taotie clan expert boldly rushed out to attack.

"Hey, that pale-faced kid, are you here to deliver meat?"

This Taotie clan expert pointed at Feng Rong and shouted loudly.