Chapter 826

Success also because of Xiao He, failure also because of Xiao He.

Sui fire did not protect Feng Rong, but gently swayed, quickly shrank, turned into a fire spark the size of a soybean, and flew back onto the flint stone in Feng Rong's bosom.

Sui fire, the holy fire of humanity, the supreme treasure passed down from the primordial ancestor of the human race.

It can suppress the human race's fortune; under the activation of the Sui fire great formation, Feng Rong can easily crush the countless scattered tribes gathered together—a massive army whose mind, spirit, and essence have not coalesced into a single rope.

Under the warm firelight emitted by the Sui fire, the disunited human tribes have no power to resist.

But when the countless billions of subjects, when their essences and souls, under the pull of the Mountains and Rivers great formation, under the control of Xi Yang's 'Dark Soul Talent,' completely condensed into a resolute will that crushed down, the Sui fire itself broke free from Feng Rong's control.

The human race's holy object, the human race's supreme treasure, the inheritance of the Sui fire, is to protect the human race, to suppress the human race's fortune.

Its purpose of existence is not to slaughter the human race, nor to suppress the human race itself.

When you need me, I come to protect you.

When you don't want me, I let you go.

Sui fire, like the parents of humanity—when your tender body cannot yet withstand the external storms, he will spare no effort to protect you, warm you, teach you, let you gradually grow and become strong, giving you enough time and space to grow.

When you feel you have become strong enough, then you push open the door, with your chest that has grown a little muscle, to face the challenge of the external violent storms…… Sui fire will not stop you, will not bind you.

He quietly exists in that little nest, gently watching you.

Even if you soar to the heavens and forget to return, he will only remain there silently, without any complaint.

When you are covered in wounds, returning to that original nest with bloodstains, only his warm embrace will ungrudgingly take you in, warm you, let you recover, let you regain courage, and face the external raging waves again.

This is the true holy object of humanity.

This is the true holy fire of humanity.

The countless billions of subjects condensed into a unified, resolute will—when it fell like a collapsing heaven, the Sui fire sensed this determined will, and thus it retracted its power, quietly returning to the flint stone.

Sui fire treats all humanity equally.

It will not favor Feng Rong simply because he is a descendant of the Sui people, carrying their bloodline.

It's not like that; Sui fire is like a fair, enlightened parent, facing his children's squabbles, he will treat all the children equally, and will not violently intervene just because he likes one more.

Thus, Feng Rong tragically lost the protection of the Sui fire.

Relying solely on his own cultivation and a single innate ancient treasure, Feng Rong might be able to withstand tens of thousands of Divine Realm experts of the Great Jin Divine State without defeat, but he cannot oppose the entire Great Jin Divine State's realm and its billions of subjects.

The yellow pagoda's blaze flared greatly, with countless strange lights and colors continuously erupting from within the pagoda.

The pagoda, tens of thousands of zhang tall, was being compressed bit by bit; underground came Feng Rong's angry curses and roars, he was pressed so hard he could barely breathe, his inner power burned rapidly, yet not a trace of heavenly-earthly primordial energy replenished him.

Bone-breaking sounds kept coming.

The legendary Sui people were not famed for strong bones or sturdy flesh; the Sui people were not a human saint skilled in combat.

Therefore, the Sui bloodline inherited by Feng Rong certainly will not have the terrifying regenerative power like that of the Wu tribe's youths.

Heaven knows how many healing Great Dao precious pills he swallowed underground; these precious pills repeatedly repaired his shattered bones all over, but the immense pressure from above kept crushing down, causing his bones to shatter again and again.

Such torment is simply more horrifying than the death-by-a-thousand-cuts punishment that Xi Wule and Xi Bubai previously endured.

As the great prince of the Sui dynasty, Feng Rong's life-preserving precious pills on his person are certainly not a small number; he has enough precious pills to squander. But in this situation, the more Great Dao precious pills he squanders, the greater the suffering he endures.

"Sui dynasty? Xia king?" Xi Yang laughed loudly from high above: "Look at you now, aren't you like a dog pressed to the ground, barely clinging to life?"

Several of Feng Rong's close eunuchs shrieked sharply, each holding an extremely long and extremely thin thrusting sword, turning into a myriad of afterimages that lunged toward the faintly visible Xi Yang figure in the air.

Xi Yang sneered and cursed 'old dog,' and then a sky-filling thunder and fire mixed with the mighty will of the myriad people descended from heaven, striking squarely on those several eunuchs.

The tremendous noise continued; the defensive spiritual treasures on the eunuchs' bodies roared and trembled in the violent thunder, emitting vast spiritual light that illuminated the void. In just a few breaths, the light of those treasures dimmed, their power dispersed greatly, then they shattered, broke apart, and exploded into countless fragments that drifted down like fireflies.

Several eunuchs were submerged in the thunder and fire; their wailing cries persisted in the thunder and fire for a while, and only then were they cleaved into fragments.

Several extremely thick pillars of light shot up into the sky; Divine Realm beings fell, their immense inner power and essence returning to heaven and earth, forming these magnificent, splendid pillars of light.

Countless strands of black smoke rapidly spun in the air, forming a huge vortex that swallowed several of those light pillars in one gulp.

Xi Yang performed the Dark Soul divine clan's devouring secret art, in one gulp swallowing the eunuchs' entire essence, spirit, and all their cultivation, with not a trace returned to heaven and earth, all taken solely by himself.

"Burp!"

Xi Yang let out an extremely satisfied belch, and strange Dao undulations spread from his body.

Wu Tie sensed it extremely clearly: Xi Yang had devoured those several eunuchs, even the heavenly-earthly Dao they had comprehended, which Xi Yang swallowed in one mouthful and merged largely with his own divine fetus and divine body.

The resonances of the various Dao laws emanating from Xi Yang's body have already covertly exceeded three hundred.

Placed among the Sui dynasty's 'Wangshen,' this is also a top-tier existence……

Those several eunuchs cultivated similar techniques and comprehended similar categories of Dao laws…… If we let Xi Yang use this secret art to devour several more powerful beings from the Sui dynasty?

Wu Tie's face twitched slightly; he looked at the yellow pagoda being suppressed and shrinking bit by bit, and said in a low voice: "Xi Yang, give Feng Rong to me…… I, do not wish to be your enemy."

Xi Yang sneered and burst into loud laughter.

"Not wanting to be my enemy? Wu Tie, do you now have the qualifications to be my enemy?" Xi Yang's figure emerged from the Map of Rivers and Mountains, he raised both hands high, gazing at the sky and shouting wildly: "I, Xi Yang, at this moment, at this time, who can defeat me?"

Less than ten thousand Sui dynasty forbidden troops formed their most skilled offensive battle array they usually used, turning into a mass of thunder and fire that shot straight into the sky.

Several thousand inferior gods, several hundred human gods, several dozen earth gods, over twenty heavenly gods, among whom several of Feng Rong's close confidant commanders were actually at the 'Wangshen' realm. With so many forming an array and charging straight into the sky, each weapon, even the worst being a nine-refined immortal weapon, pointed at Xi Yang.

This force, placed on the Three Kingdoms continent, before Wu Tie appeared, would be enough to sweep across the entire continent and easily destroy the foundations of the Three Kingdoms.

Even if Sima Wuyou personally controlled the River and Mountain Seal, even if he personally presided over the River and Mountain great formation, they could not withstand this military array.

But if replaced by Xi Yang…… if replaced by one who possesses the Dark Soul divine clan's innate divine abilities, if replaced by Xi Yang who fused the essences and souls of countless subjects of the Great Jin Divine State's territory into the River and Mountain great formation…… the power of this great formation has already surpassed the imagination of these Sui dynasty forbidden troops.

If a million Sui dynasty forbidden troops, three hundred White Lotus Palace disciples were all present, or if Bai Su Xin still possessed those top-tier inheritance textual treasures, perhaps they would still have a chance to resist one or two against the great formation controlled by Xi Yang.

But at this moment……

The Sui dynasty army is a rag-tag remnant of defeated soldiers and generals, the main general defeated, morale collapsed……

Less than ten thousand Sui dynasty forbidden troops charged straight into the high sky; vast thunder fell in the void, plus black wind, blue snow, blazing mountains, boiling seas pouring down. The small battle array clashed left and right, blasting vast expanses of void; only silhouettes could be seen being annihilated within the array, those forbidden troops' souls continually flying apart, being beaten to ashes.

Pillar after pillar of light shot up into the sky; the black vortex in the air grew larger and larger.

Xi Yang frantically devoured the essence and spirit of these fallen Sui dynasty soldiers, devoured the Dao laws they had comprehended; Xi Yang's aura grew stronger and stronger, and the power of the entire River and Mountain great formation also grew ever stronger.

We cannot let the mad Xi Yang continue to grow stronger like this.

Wu Tie felt a vague instinctive unease…… Given Xi You's present mental state and the great power he now controls, if he continues to grow unchecked, Heaven knows what he might do, given the grudge between him and Wu Tie.

Wu Tie gripped a black sword, about to coordinate with the Flaming Dynasty's army formation to attack Xi You's River and Mountain Grand Formation, when suddenly a terrifying soul fluctuation came from behind him.

Clad in a black fur long skirt, her dark, glossy long hair flowed like a waterfall behind her; her face emitted a faint five-colored divine light; the stern, icy eyes of Wa Zhao, like a fierce ghost, her bare feet, as she stood silently less than ten li behind Wu Tie.

Given Wu Tie's current divine powers, he actually failed to notice when Wa Zhao had appeared.

If Wa Zhao had not actively released this terrifying soul fluctuation, Wu Tie would not have noticed at all that she had already come so close.

"Wa Zhao…… what do you mother and son intend to do?"

Wu Tie looked at Wa Zhao, whose aura was strange and expression icy cold, and felt his heart twitch repeatedly, with a strong sense that something grave was amiss.

Wa Zhao, she shouldn't possess such great power.

Unless……

"What are you doing? Xi You wants to do what he wants; he wants to fulfill his obsession; this is also what this palace wishes to do." Wa Zhao said coldly: "The two daughters of Xi Yao should become the masters of this territory; they are, after all, this palace's granddaughters."

"As for this palace…… Xi You must become the Divine Emperor of the Fu Xi Divine State." Wa Zhao glanced askance at Xi Wu Le and the others hung beneath the palace city gate tower, and said sternly: "Look at Xi Wu Le, look at Xi Bu Bai—a pack of homeless curs who have disgraced the ancestors of the Xi clan… Do they deserve to rule the Fu Xi Divine State?"

Black flames surrounded Wa Zhao's body, and icy, bone-piercing black fire shot up hundreds of zhang high.

Wave after wave of terrifying soul fluctuations swept across the four directions; on the ground, countless tribal chieftains, elders, and warriors from underground tribes were knocked unconscious by this terrifying soul fluctuation.

Whether the weakest Sensory Mystic cultivator or the mightiest Divine Realm expert, facing this terrifying soul fluctuation stirred up by Wa Zhao, they had no power to resist.

"Your power……" Wu Tie stared intently at Wa Zhao.

At this moment, Wa Zhao's presence felt to Wu Tie a hundred times stronger than Xi You, who was wantonly slaughtering and devouring in the sky.

"This is the power of the Nüwa Clan." Wa Zhao smiled at Wu Tie: "You surely have no idea how strong the Nüwa Clan's power truly is…… and this power, capable of sweeping the world, was hidden by that bunch of old crones in the Nüwa Clan's ancestral spirit space, left there to mold and rot."

"I previously had no way to wield this power."

"But since…… since that day……" Wa Zhao narrowed her eyes, smiling at Wu Tie: "Since being controlled by that so-called heavenly demon, I seem to have awakened some extraordinary innate divine abilities…… my status in the Nüwa Clan is also noble enough that I can normally commune with the ancestral spirit space."

"I merely used a tiny, insignificant trick to seize the power in the ancestral spirit space comparable to that of a great matriarch."

"Now I can draw upon the entire power of the Nüwa Clan…… the entire power of the Nüwa Clan is at my command." Wa Zhao smiled, raising her hands high: "Can you feel this supreme aura? This is…… a trace of the primal power left by the ancient sage, the Nüwa Imperial Clan."

"My son, Xi You, will surely become the lord of the Fu Xi Divine State…… and not only that." Wa Zhao laughed loudly: "If the Flaming Dynasty can come here, then we can also go to the Flaming Dynasty."

"My son, Xi You, why couldn't he become the lord of the Flaming Dynasty? I've heard it is a divine state far stronger than the combined Three Kingdoms—hundreds, even thousands of times stronger…… my son, Xi You, only such a dynasty could match him." Wa Zhao smiled with incomparable charm.

Her body swayed slightly, her long skirt writhing violently; soon a pitch-black snake tail slid out from beneath her skirt, and her pair of snow-white bare feet vanished without a trace.

Wa Zhao's upper body swelled, and before Wu Tie she transformed into a divine figure with a human torso and snake tail, a hundred zhang long, her upper body nearly ten zhang high.

Wa Zhao grasped at the void with both hands; black smoke coiled around her left hand, and a black compass appeared.

A cluster of black fire burst from her right hand, and a black ruler appeared.

Compass, space.

Ruler, time.

The Nüwa Imperial Clan and the Fu Xi Imperial Clan—these two ancient sages—governed spacetime and further controlled the countless great Dao laws within it.

They are the two most powerful sages associated with humanity in ancient myth.

Within the Nüwa Clan's ancestral spirit space lies the power they left behind……

Heaven knows how Wa Zhao usurped this authority, how she seized the power of the Nüwa Clan's ancestral spirit space.

"Seal!" Wa Zhao lightly pointed at Wu Tie; the black ruler in her hand flashed, Wu Tie's body stiffened, and the flow of time around him slowed to a millionth of its normal speed.

Even his consciousness seemed instantly frozen stiff.