Chapter 1323

When Shi Wumian got close enough to clearly see the appearance of the Cultivation Realm, he felt a bad premonition.

It was too large, the celestial body before his eyes was too large, a perfect regular hexahedron, with stars appearing as tiny as dust before the Cultivation Realm.

Such a celestial body should not naturally exist in the universe; the Cultivation Realm completely exceeded his understanding.

When he heard the command ships calling for help one after another, he immediately hesitated no longer and ordered the remaining fleet to flee this place at once.

This place was certainly not some beautiful world with spirit stones scattered everywhere, but a demonic realm teeming with monsters and evil spirits!

How could the Body Integration stage cultivators, as the first line of defense, possibly let Shi Wumian escape?

"Having come to our Cultivation Realm, you still want to leave!"

"Stay here, all of you!"

Seeing Shi Wumian's fleet, the Body Integration stage cultivators became enraged.

Publicly, they had painstakingly stationed themselves here for over half a year, waiting for Shi Wumian's attack; yet Shi Wumian used means similar to spatial techniques to send people directly into the interior of the Cultivation Realm—what, then, was the point of their guarding this place?!

Privately, their friends had been showing off captured prisoners and spoils via quantum communicators; they, guarding the front line, had gained nothing, not to mention some among them had advanced to Body Integration stage during wartime precisely to oppose the Zhu Tian Civilization and achieve glory!

"Shrink the earth to an inch!"

"Within steps, the ends of the earth!"

"Divine Travel!"

"The ship is coming!"

"Senior Brother Lu, let me hitch a ride on your ship!"

The Body Integration stage great cultivators each employed their methods, spells and treasures all unleashed—if Shi Wumian's fleet were allowed to escape, they would have no face left to show!

The Tribulation Transcendence stage cultivators of the second line of defense, seeing this, chuckled softly, recalling their younger selves; they had already passed the age of seeking fame, so let the youngsters handle these matters.

"Hurry up and open the wormhole!" Shi Wumian shouted anxiously.

The technicians, drenched in sweat, said: "Shi Commander, our spacecraft are not fixed in position, so we cannot open the wormhole."

"Then hurry up and stop, and immediately construct the wormhole!"

The fleet ceased movement; five hundred warships received the order, triggered infrasound resonance, and a faintly visible wormhole appeared.

"Quickly, even more quickly!" Shi Wumian noticed those cultivators rushing toward them one by one as if by instantaneous movement, the distance growing ever closer.

"Report, wormhole construction complete!"

"You think you can escape? Heaven-Reversing Seal!"

The brilliant golden Heaven-Reversing Seal illuminated the dark cosmos, radiant and upright, filled with Buddhist light.

Just before the Body Integration stage cultivators arrived, the warships swarmed into the wormhole; the Heaven-Reversing Seal struck empty, and the wormhole entrance vanished into the vast universe.

"Finally escaped." Shi Wumian, having escaped death, went utterly limp, as if his bones had been removed.

The alarm sounded, startling Shi Wumian into a jump: "What's going on?"

Without needing subordinates to answer, the alarm itself explained everything: "Alarm, alarm, unknown spatial fluctuation detected."

Only then did they see the previously closed wormhole reopen, and terrifying cultivators who traversed the starry void emerged in single file, wielding primitive weapons, clenching their fists, their eyes fierce and excited.

Shi Wumian stared wide-eyed: "They can even catch up like this?"

More terrifying than Shi Wumian were those warriors who understood spatial technology—the more they understood it, the more they grasped how terrifying these people were.

Fleshly bodies traversing the starry void was nothing; the problem was these people could literally tear apart wormholes with their bare hands!

What in the world are these humanoid lifeforms?!

Their weapons were one more primitive than the next—hammers, axes, swords—yet the techniques they could display were one more heaven-defying than the next.

"Let's fight them to the death!" Shi Wumian was also enraged; he had never been so embarrassed before, as they say, do not pursue a desperate foe—for fear that a desperate foe, driven to extremity, will bite back.

Today, let these humanoid lifeforms witness the terror of the Zhu Tian fleet!

The five thousand warships sent to the Cultivation Realm were ordinary warships, equipped with standard firepower; it was his five hundred warships here that constituted the main force!

"Activate plasma-cutting warships!"

Between two warships appeared a red beam—this was the plasma cutting line, a brand-new weapon developed after the Heavenly Emperor took over the Zhu Tian Civilization.

Previously, the Zhu Tian Civilization's mastery of star-destroying weapons involved destroying stellar cores and planetary structures, using planetary gravity to cause natural collapse; but the plasma cutting line could directly split a planet in two.

The only drawback was its enormous energy consumption, but by now, energy consumption was no longer a concern!

"What is this thing?" A Body Integration stage cultivator stepped forward to attack, encountering the plasma cutting line attack.

The extremely fine red beam passed through that cultivator, who felt nothing at all, utterly bewildered: "What kind of attack is this?"

Seeing this, Shi Wumian laughed heartily: "Natives are just natives, relying on their strong bodies to dare to withstand any attack."

Those struck by the plasma cutting line would have abnormally smooth cross-sections and would not immediately realize they had been decapitated.

That cultivator turned his head, noticing his companions' gazes: "Why are you all looking at me like that?"

His companions pointed at his head.

Not a single hair, not a single mistake, not a single shot, not a single inner part, not a single thing left!

"Your hair has been cut off."

"What?"

That cultivator touched his head, and indeed, it was so.

It was as if someone had taken a large pair of scissors, aimed at the hair on his neck, and randomly snipped once.

"Damn it, you extraterritorial scum are so vicious, daring to humiliate me like this—Yin Yang Ghost Fire!"

Emerald ghost fire appeared out of nowhere, like scattered starlight.

Shi Wumian was stunned—this was a vacuum environment; where did the flame come from?

The Yin Yang Ghost Fire attached to the warships; the warships were essentially masses of flesh, and upon contact with the ghost fire, they ignited instantly, like ghost ships.

"Sixteen-foot Golden Body."

From Lu Yang's black-awning boat, the Chan master of the Suspended Temple leapt down, manifested the Sixteen-foot Golden Body, and, like bowling, bowled over several warships in one go.

"Demon Suppressing Mountain Great Hand Seal!"

"Heaven and Earth Staff!"

"Immobilizing Talisman!"

Shi Wumian originally thought his fleet, which he took pride in, would fight to the death and could at least make these natives suffer heavy losses.

But upon engaging them, he finally understood why warships One through Five had wailed in agony, forcing him to flee in haste—these natives were fundamentally monsters wearing human skins, and no attack could harm them!

Plasma cutting lines, infrasound attacks, nanomechanical clouds, gravitational wave bombs… all were useless!

This was completely a one-sided situation; the cultivators were initially excited, but as they fought, they found it boring—warships and the like shattered with a single poke, requiring little effort, yet they had to fight cautiously, afraid of damaging the spoils and prisoners.

They had prepared for half a year, and the opponent was only this capable?

Master Shi Chan tore open the command ship with brute force, preparing to capture Shi Wumian alive.

Suddenly, a golden light flashed from afar, a golden divine figure bathed in holy radiance appeared at the center of the battlefield, and Master Shi Chan and the others did not see how this person arrived.

The battlefield atmosphere turned eerie, and both sides tacitly ceased fighting.

The golden divine figure did not deliberately unleash his aura, yet every gesture revealed boundless power, as he proclaimed to all his identity as the Master of the Universe.

Upon seeing the battlefield situation, the Heavenly Emperor secretly shook his head—he had ultimately arrived too late, for the Blessed Heaven Legion had already gone to war with the Cultivation Realm, though it was not yet too late.

Just as he was about to speak to explain, Shi Wumian instead rejoiced greatly, behaving with extreme excitement, seeing new hope: "Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor personally leads the campaign—surrender quickly, all of you!"

The remaining warships preparing to surrender, upon seeing the Heavenly Emperor's descent, rekindled their fighting spirit, launching a new round of attacks while shouting, "Your Majesty the Heavenly Emperor personally leads the campaign!"

Heavenly Emperor: "?"

Shi Wumian—I should have come at once to slap you to death!

(End of Chapter)