Chapter 603: Godhead Awakening, Origin Clones

This place was originally an educational institution heavily supported by the Reform Alliance, gathering outstanding young cultivators from all over. The academy was built at the intersection of spiritual veins where mountains were clear and waters were beautiful; the environment was exquisite and the Spirit Qi was abundant, making it an excellent place for cultivation.

However, today, this peaceful pure land was shrouded in sudden terror.

"Ah—help!" A shrill, miserable scream pierced the night sky, followed by a series of explosions and the roar of collapsing buildings.

A massive black shadow circled above the academy; it was ten zhang tall, its entire body surrounded by black demonic energy. One could not see its specific shape, only two points of scarlet light flickering in the darkness. This was precisely one of the Moying Fenshen of Nitian Mozun.

"Hehehe... young flesh and blood, pure souls, these are exactly the nourishment this Venerable one needs!" The Moying Fenshen let out a sharp laugh, waving its hand to shoot out countless black rays of light.

Wherever these rays passed, buildings instantly turned to dust, flowers and trees withered in an instant, and even the air became foul and nauseating. More terrifyingly, those students who could not escape in time had their bodies begin to shrivel rapidly after being struck by the rays, as if all their essence had been drained away.

"Everyone evacuate immediately! Form the Defense Array!" The academy's dean was a cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage; facing the suddenly appearing Moying Fenshen, he suppressed his fear and issued the order.

Dozens of teachers and senior students quickly formed a Defense Array, attempting to block the Moying's attack. However, their power appeared so insignificant before the Moying that the array was easily torn apart in the first round of attacks.

"No... this is impossible..." The dean looked at the easily destroyed defense, his eyes filled with despair, "This kind of power, it is at least an existence above the Transformation Stage!"

Just as the Moying was preparing to continue the slaughter, a roar came from afar: "Stop, you monster!"

Zhang Wuji arrived in time with the Alliance's rescue team, holding a newly forged Dharma sword, his body radiating intense righteous energy. Behind him, hundreds of elite Alliance cultivators stood ready.

"Oh? Another group of ants coming to die?" The Moying Fenshen turned toward Zhang Wuji, a mocking light flashing in its eyes, "Perfect, your power is also quite good; become nourishment for this Venerable one together!"

A fierce battle immediately unfolded. Zhang Wuji exerted all his skills, various high-level sword arts emerging one after another, forcing the Moying Fenshen back several steps. But he soon discovered that this enemy was far more powerful than imagined.

"Damn it, this guy's recovery speed is too fast!" An Alliance cultivator discovered in horror that the damage they had painstakingly caused was instantly repaired.

Even more terrifying, the Moying Fenshen continuously released seductive demonic sounds during the battle: "Give up resistance; rather than making meaningless struggles, it is better to defect to the great Mozun. It will give you eternal power and life!"

Some cultivators with weak wills began to waver, their eyes becoming dazed, and the Dharma Artifacts in their hands began to tremble.

"Do not listen to its bewitchment!" Zhang Wuji shouted a warning, but several cultivators had already put down their weapons, strange smiles appearing on their faces.

The same scene was constantly playing out all over the Human Realm. Multiple cultivation academies, sect branches, and Alliance strongholds had been attacked by Moying Fenshen. These attacks had no pattern to speak of, and it was completely impossible to predict where the next target would be.

Taixuan Sect, main peak, Taixuan Dian.

Taixuan Laozu was locked in a fierce battle with a Moying Fenshen. After an intense fight, he finally defeated this clone, but at the very last moment, he discovered a terrifying secret.

"These clones... they are absorbing memories!" Taixuan Laozu looked at the dissipating Moying, his expression becoming extremely ugly.

During the process of the Moying dissipating, he clearly saw countless points of light flying out from within the clone's body; those were the memories and power of the victims. These points of light quickly gathered into a mass and then flew toward the depths of the Void, clearly intending to transmit back to the main body of Nitian Mozun.

"Terrible!" Taixuan Laozu immediately realized the severity of the problem, "Nitian Mozun is collecting intelligence to understand the current situation of the Three Realms!"

He hurriedly sent voice transmissions to other Sect Leaders and Alliance high-level officials, informing everyone of this discovery. After the news spread, the entire Cultivation World fell into even deeper panic.

Immortal Realm, Lingxiao Hall, an emergency meeting was convened once again.

"Report to Your Majesty!" A Tianjiang knelt in the hall, his voice trembling, "The Disan Xianyu outside the Nantian Men has been attacked by Moying; over half of the guarding Immortal officials are dead or injured, and the Xianyu's Protective Great Array has been destroyed!"

Jade Emperor clenched his fists, anger burning in his eyes: "Nitian Mozun is actually able to launch an attack of such scale while in a sealed state; it seems we still underestimated its strength."

"Your Majesty, what is more serious is the situation in Mo Jie," Taibai Jinxing reported tremblingly, "According to news sent by Samaier Wang, several demon lords within Mo Jie have openly rebelled, claiming they want to welcome the return of the Mozun and restore the glory of Mo Jie."

This news made all the Immortals present feel despair. The rebellion in Mo Jie meant that the Three Realms alliance faced the predicament of being attacked from both inside and outside; the situation was even worse than expected.

"Pass down the order," Jade Emperor commanded decisively, "Immediately strengthen the defenses of all Immortal domains and mobilize Tianbing and Tianjiang to support the borders. At the same time, dispatch envoys to Mo Jie to assist Samaier Wang in suppressing the rebellion."

Mo Jie, Xukong Cheng, inside the council chamber of Samaier Wang.

"King, the Blood Prison Legion has already captured three cities in the Eastern Territory; they claim they want to establish a 'Mozun Return' government and are calling for all demonkind to respond!" A demon general reported the front-line situation in a hurry.

Samaier Wang's expression was as gloomy as water; he had not expected the situation to deteriorate so quickly. Those demon forces that had been secretly supporting Nitian Mozun took advantage of this opportunity to erupt completely, attempting to help the Mozun escape by coordinating from the inside and outside.

"What is the situation with the Shadow Legion?" Samaier asked.

"The Shadow Legion is remaining neutral; they neither support us nor explicitly oppose the rebels," the general replied, "It seems they are waiting for the situation to become clear before making a decision."

This was the reality of Mo Jie. In the face of absolute power, so-called loyalty and faith appeared fragile and unbearable. Most of the demonkind were watching, waiting for the final victor.

"Pass my order," Samaier stood up, his massive body radiating an aura of majesty, "Assemble all loyal legions and prepare for a decisive battle with the rebels. At the same time, dispatch an envoy to the Immortal Realm to request support."

Inside the inheritance secret chamber of Taichu Shengdi, the gold and silver light had reached the ultimate brightness, and the entire space was shrouded in sacred radiance. The bodies of Lin Xuan and Xiao Yuan were suspended in the center of the Array, surrounded by countless flowing Runes, each Rune containing the most primitive creative power from the Taichu period.

As the last trace of the godhead's power completely merged, the two opened their eyes at the same time.