Chapter 825: Suppressing the Myriad Peoples

I'm a bastard?

In the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the blurry-shaped Xi Yao let out a fierce, prolonged laugh.

I'm a bastard?

Black mist filled the sky, and Xi Yao's silhouette gradually became clear.

Using the power of the Seal of Mountains and Rivers, he packed the mountains and rivers of the Great Jin Divine State into the Grand Formation; by controlling the Grand Formation, Xi Yao controlled this realm, and his power became immensely vast.

His body also grew to hundreds of li in size, a face vast beyond compare, looking down from above upon the land, truly terrifying.

"I'm merely taking back what originally belonged to me." Xi Yao's eyes turned scarlet as he coldly said, "What belongs to me also belongs to my two nieces."

Wu Tie gripped Bai Su Xin's neck, his right hand tightly clutching the Black Sword, gritted his teeth as he stared at Xi Yao.

He looked toward Feng Rong.

Xi Yao commanded the Mountains and Rivers Grand Formation, while Wu Tie could not gauge the power he now possessed. If Xi Yao struck hard and did something to Feng Rong here, it would surely provoke the Flame Dynasty's full retaliation.

Pei Feng would then be in danger.

Therefore, Wu Tie could threaten Feng Rong with Bai Su Xin's life, yet he also had to ensure Feng Rong's safety.

Speaking of "suspecting the mouse and fearing the vessel," this was exactly it—Wu Tie felt his chest tighten with rage, his blood surging, as if he might vomit blood from the sudden thrust of a blade by Xi Yao.

"If you want to restore the Great Jin Divine State, do as you please." Wu Tie gritted his teeth: "The land, the people, everything of the Great Jin Divine State—I'll return it to you… but today, don't cause trouble for me!"

"Ha!" Xi Yao sneered contemptuously: "What a joke? What I can take back with my own hands needs no charity from you. Wu Tie, you're too full of yourself. I'll retrieve what I lost with my own hands… not just the Great Jin Divine State!"

Wu Tie's face twitched.

Hanging bloodied on the palace city gate tower, Xi Wu Le lifted his head and laughed hoarsely: "You mean that also includes the inheritance rights of the Fuxi Divine State? But your temperament—you're truly unsuited to be the master of the Fuxi Divine State."

Xi Wu Le, who usually kept silent, unexpectedly snapped at Xi Yao at this critical moment.

"Shut up!" Xi Yao pointed fiercely at Xi Wu Le, a wild thunderbolt roared down, enveloping half of the palace city.

"Damn it!" Feng Rong roared in fury, he pinched a spirit tactic; the blood he and the imperial guard soldiers behind him had just spat up flew simultaneously, scattering into the hovering flame fire above his head.

That mass of flame fire rapidly expanded to about a li in size; the huge ball of fire radiated warm, thick light in circles, illuminating the entire city.

The thunderbolt struck the flame fire; unyielding will surged from the flame fire, the thunder shattered into countless tiny sparks that scattered wildly in the void, and Feng Rong and the imperial guard soldiers behind him spat blood again.

Feng Rong wanted to cry.

What kind of godforsaken place is this barbarian land?

One who could smash the White Lotus Palace flat like Wu Tie is bad enough, but where did this monster suddenly come from—one who controls heaven and earth, refining an entire nation's land into a grand formation?

Such a method, turning a nation's mountains and rivers into a grand formation—how could it appear in this barbarian land? Even in the Flame Dynasty, only a few top-tier vassal states would lay down such a grand formation.

"You want to be exterminated to the ninth degree?" Feng Rong pointed at Xi Yao, shouting angrily.

"I am of the Xi clan, my mother is of the Nuwa clan." Xi Yao looked scornfully at Feng Rong: "You can exterminate the Xi and Nuwa clans to the ninth degree?"

Feng Rong closed his mouth.

Exterminating the Xi clan is one thing, but exterminating the Nuwa clan to the ninth degree? Heh, his mother will personally come to clean him up.

Xi Yao pointed fiercely at Feng Rong: "Arrogant, overbearing, self-important fool—this matter has nothing to do with you. Take your people and roll as far away as you can, back to your Flame Dynasty."

Feng Rong's face turned awful, his whole body trembled, and tears glimmered faintly in his eye sockets.

Given his background and status, he had never been bullied like this since childhood. If Xi Yao were Feng Rong's second brother, then the Flame Dynasty's second prince, Feng Shang, who is unmatched in the world, would be fine—Feng Rong could swallow this anger.

But Xi Yao is just a barbarian too!

Feng Rong felt the humiliation of being bitten by a mad dog and unable to bite back.

"You… you… you…" A thread of yellow qi sprayed from Xi Rong's crown; an eighteen-tiered pagoda, each tier flashing with spiritual light and blazing with rosy light, was propped up by a mass of thick yellow qi and slowly flew out from above his head.

"This is the land I have conquered." Feng Rong finally displayed the bearing befitting the Flame Dynasty's crown prince; he glared at Xi Yao and said coldly: "This is not the Great Jin Divine State; this is my Flame Dynasty's land."

Feng Rong pointed at the tribal chiefs standing in the square outside the palace city gate and declared arrogantly: "They are my conquered subjects… they and the land they stand on belong to me!"

"My possessions, no one shall take them." Feng Rong coldly regarded Xi Yao and said disdainfully: "Moreover, it's not you barbarians… relying on a single grand formation, you want me to admit defeat?"

Bai Su Xin laughed "hahaha": "Well said, Your Highness, well said… as the Flame Dynasty's Summer King, future Flame Dynasty Divine Emperor, you should be like this… no one can make you submit, no one can make you bow!"

Bai Su Xin shouted at the top of her lungs: "Your Highness, kill this cur! Anyone who dares offend Your Highness's dignity—kill him!"

Wu Tie clenched his fingers tighter.

Bai Su Xin hastily lowered her voice, turned her head with difficulty, and smiled at Wu Tie: "Martial King, of course, I'm not talking about you… I'm talking about that ignorant brat in the heavens, hehe, certainly not about you, Martial King!"

Feng Rong glanced at Bai Su Xin, then at Wu Tie, and said coldly: "Martial King Wu Tie, our grudges can wait… Your Highness will first behead this clueless fool. Heh, just a grand formation based on mountains and rivers…"

Feng Rong's yellow pagoda atop his head rose slowly; the originally three-foot-tall pagoda rapidly expanded, in a few breaths reaching tens of thousands of feet high. The flame fire landed on the gourd top of the pagoda's summit; red light and yellow qi swirled, illuminating tens of thousands of li in all directions.

On the ground, the senior members of the Four Ferocious Clan blinked their eyes, their emotions complex as they watched the standoff between Feng Rong and Xi Yao.

Xi Yao, after all, is a prince of the Fuxi Divine State, with a thigh as thick as a pillar; the Four Ferocious Clan have clung to that thigh.

But Feng Rong's thigh is even thicker; clinging to it is extremely comfortable and reassuring.

These two thighs are about to contend; will the Four Ferocious Clan cling to this one or that one?

Taotie Ni lowered his voice and cursed: "These days, being a fence-sitter… is it really this damn hard? Ah, brothers just want to find a stable meal."

An elder of the Qiongqi Clan muttered: "That dog-in-the-manger Feng Rong, don't lose… otherwise the clan women we gave him will be like throwing meat buns at a dog—wasted."

The chiefs of the Four Ferocious Clan glanced at each other, sneaked down from the palace city gate tower, temporarily removing themselves from the sight of Feng Rong and Xi Yao—bigwigs fighting, the little guys… really have it tough!

Wu Tie also stared blankly at the soaring Feng Rong and the maniacally laughing Xi Yao.

This rhythm is off!

This is the grudge between Wu Tie, Feng Rong, and Bai Su Xin; you, Xi Yao… what are you meddling in?

Wu Tie roared furiously: "Xi Yao, wait…"

Xi Yao laughed loudly: "Today, behold my methods!"

Feng Rong's yellow pagoda heavily topped the Map of Rivers and Mountains in the sky; with a tremendous boom, mountains within tens of thousands of li violently shook, rivers leapt into the air, the Map of Rivers and Mountains trembled violently, light halos rippled and flickered.

Xi Yao's body swayed, a mouthful of blood spurted out. He stared fixedly at the yellow pagoda and shouted sternly: "What a treasure!"

Feng Rong raised his head proudly: "Naturally it's a treasure—this is the 'Ancient Spirit Treasure' born when Mu Dalu reunited, heaven and earth nurturing it; it cannot be compared to the so-called Heaven-Earth Spirit Soldiers newly condensed in present-day Mu Dalu."

He gave a cold snort, Feng Rong pointed at Xi Yang and laughed, saying: "You, have you heard of Mu Dalu's reunification? You, do you even have that concept in your mind?"

Feng Rong didn't employ any other divine abilities, nor did he use any profound and exquisite secret arts; he simply drove this treasure pagoda, its body glowing with rosy light and spiritual light spraying wildly, striking again and again against the floating Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar in the sky.

This Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar is the manifestation of the River and Mountain Seal, the concrete embodiment of all the mountains, rivers, dragon veins, and spiritual veins originally within the territory of the Divine State of Great Jin.

Relying on the power of the ancient treasure, Feng Rong violently shook the entire great formation, directly causing the mountains and rivers within the original territory of the Divine State of Great Jin to tremble, the earth to split apart; countless citizens inside the cities screamed and shouted, panicked and fled in disarray from the shaking houses.

The earth split open with countless cracks, large and small.

Underground, streams of earth qi gushed out; mountain peaks shattered, volcanoes erupted, river waters flowed backward, lake waters evaporated...

Within the original territory of the Divine State of Great Jin, the climate underwent a tremendous change—thunder, torrential rain, hurricanes, blizzards, hail—various strange celestial phenomena fell simultaneously.

Within the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar, Xi Yang's body trembled, continuously spitting out blood.

"Barbarians are barbarians, ants are ants, trash is trash!" Feng Rong drove the treasure pagoda, repeatedly ramming the great formation of rivers and mountains, while laughing maniacally and madly mocking Xi Yang's weakness and incompetence.

"I am the Great Prince of the Sui Dynasty, the future Human Emperor of Sui, a genius who entered the Dao through three hundred great paths!" Feng Rong roared fiercely: "Three hundred great paths! Supreme royal deity! Barbarians, ants, what about you?"

Xi Yang's eyes spewed forth thick black qi; he let out a hoarse laugh: "Royal deity? Three hundred great paths? Heh, hehe... you will never imagine what my fortune is!"

Wu Tie narrowed his eyes. He sensed that Xi Yang's body indeed emitted a strange aura.

Odd and eerie, wicked and ferocious to an extreme degree.

It seemed exactly the same as the aura emitted by the "extraterrestrial heavenly demon" that had possessed Xi Yang that day.

Wu Tie recalled the specific events of that day—Xi Yang and his mother Nü Wa had both been controlled by the so-called "extraterrestrial heavenly demon" of Wan Kun; especially Xi Yang, who was directly seized, possessed, and turned into a puppet controlled by another.

However, within Xi Yang's body lay a life-saving restriction laid down by Nü Wa using the Nü Wa clan's innate divine abilities; he summoned a terrifying Nü Wa great power from the mysterious Nü Wa soul space, almost completely strangling the possessing extraterrestrial heavenly demon.

Xi Yang... perhaps he gained some benefit from that extraterrestrial heavenly demon?

The struggle of souls and spirits was strange and perilous, with great risk accompanying great opportunity...

Some extraordinary Dao insights that Wu Tie had previously obtained within the temporal seal actually share the same source as the strange aura now emanating from Xi Yang!

"Soul Dao? No, it's the Dark Soul Dao!" Within Wu Tie's body, several strange multi‑spiraling streams of light flashed by.

With a "Boom!", Feng Rong's body burst forth with powerful magical fluctuations; he drove the treasure pagoda to strike the great formation of rivers and mountains again. Xi Yang let out a muffled groan, and once more spat out a large amount of blood.

"Your fortune?" Feng Rong jeered: "I, the prince, have never cared about the fortune of ants."

As he spoke those words, Feng Rong instinctively turned his head to glance at Wu Tie, especially focusing his gaze on Bai Su Xin, whom Wu Tie was pinching in his hand.

Xi Yang let out a strange laugh; countless threads of extremely fine black qi sprayed from his body, quickly merging into the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar.

Having just contended with Feng Rong, Xi Yang had been using his newly acquired power to refine the River and Mountain Seal, refining the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar. With the aid of the impact force from Feng Rong's treasure pagoda, Xi Yang erased the minor tricks left by Sima Wuyou in the River and Mountain Seal, completely and thoroughly gaining control over it.

The faintly glowing Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar seemed to have been poured into a vat of ink, quickly turning black.

Dark clouds roiled, black qi coiled, great swaths of dark light surged forth from the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar, filling heaven and earth with a twisted, evil, ferocious, and vicious aura.

Within the original territory of the Divine State of Great Jin, countless mountains, rivers, lakes, canyons, marshes, basins, and so on all emitted a black, eerie light.

Countless citizens collapsed one after another onto the ground.

Whether they were ordinary folk who had merely trained in fist and foot techniques, or cultivators who had achieved success and condensed magical power, or those who had formed a life pool and reached the Life Pool realm masters, or those who had condensed a divine fetus and attained the Fetal Storage realm great powers, even the hidden ancestors of the Divine Realm...

They all collapsed onto the ground.

Strands of essence and spirit qi continuously poured from the glabella of each, then swiftly flowed into the pitch‑black Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar hovering high above.

"Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar, all phenomena of creation... hehe, your treasure pagoda is not bad, but can you withstand the crushing of the thought power of the myriad billions of citizens of the Divine State of Great Jin?" Xi Yang laughed maniacally, transforming into a strand of dark, eerie light and completely merging into the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar.

"One nation, one realm, the faith of countless billions of beings!"

"Suppress!"

"Suppress!!"

"Suppress!!!"

Within the Map of Rivers and Mountains, the State Altar, countless dazed figures appeared; they were controlled by Xi Yang's secret art, uniformly and in unison bowing and paying homage toward the center of the map.

A black mountain formed from the condensed faith power of hundreds of millions of citizens came crashing down from above.

With a tremendous roar, the yellow treasure pagoda sprayed sparks in all directions, being smashed from high altitude and forcibly crashing to the ground.

Standing beneath the treasure pagoda, Feng Rong let out a miserable wail; his whole body was pressed down, sinking hundreds of zhang into the earth, and Wu Tie clearly heard the sound of Feng Rong's bones breaking.