Chapter 282 - 281: Reinforcements from all Races, The Strongest Thunder Punishment

The colossal summit, too gargantuan to describe, truly blocked out the sun.

Looking up from below, Quan Chang seemed to be supporting an entire continent.

No.

It was not just an illusion.

The summit was indeed a small piece of land.

During the years the Ghost Clan was dormant, a whole layer of land had accumulated over the summit.

Above this layer of land.

There was not only lush vegetation but also mountains and rivers.

An uncountable number of native creatures of the Secret Realm inhabited it.

As Quan Chang slowly lifted the summit and moved it away, sparse moonlight fell down, lighting up the Ghost Clan’s Holy City that was previously pitch-dark underground.

Under the guidance of Quan Huai and other Seventh Realm Ghost Clan leaders, the strong ones of the Ghost Clan who were getting accustomed to the space stopped their actions one after another and stared at Quan Chang, who was taking the summit away.

When Quan Chang left to the distance, led by Quan Huai and nine other Seventh Realm beings of the Ghost Clan, nearly a thousand strong ones from the Ghost Clan hollered in unison.

Li Jing did not understand the exact meaning of their roars, but he vaguely felt an infectious sense of exhilaration from them.

Apparently, they were celebrating the resurrection of the Ghost Clan’s Holy City in the daylight.

Influenced by the roars of the Ghost Clan’s strong ones, and observing these aliens who were prepared to fight to the death from the beginning, Li Jing felt somewhat complicated.

The Ghost Clan truly had a difficult journey.

The sacrifices they must have made to seal the God-Human Race were undoubtedly severe.

Having just woken up after tens of thousands of years of sleep, they hadn’t even had time to catch their breath before they had to face the God-Human Race that had broken free from the seal. The few strong ones left in their clan had no choice but to risk their lives.

...

About two hours later, Quan Chang, looking exhausted, returned to the Ghost Clan’s Holy City.

It’s evident that despite the summit being a refined treasure that can be manipulated at will, moving it consumes a great deal of energy.

Once she settled down beside Li Jing, Quan Chang took out her phone in a formal manner, checked it, and then transmitted her thoughts.

"We have nearly three hours until dawn. The spatial passages for the reinforcements from all clans will stabilize in an hour. By then, I have to receive the strong ones from various clans who come to aid us. Do you want to come with me?"

"I’ll pass."

Li Jing shook his head and said.

"Our languages are not mutually intelligible. Only a few clans, such as the Ghost Clan, among the descendants of the Ancient Gods can communicate cross-species by inherent ability. It’s not meaningful for me to accompany you. Apart from the Ghost Clan, I don’t have a good impression of the other descendants of Ancient Gods, and they may not like me either. It’s unnecessary for us to interact."

Speaking of it, Li Jing added.

"Just explain to them about my intention to be at the forefront of the battle. It wouldn’t be too difficult to convince them, given the Ghost Clan’s reputation among the descendants of the Ancient Gods."

"Indeed, that’s not difficult, but the Winged Tribe could be a bit tricky."

Quan Chang replied, transmitting her thoughts.

"However, the Winged Tribe is one of the clans that all races are focusing on, and their opinion does not greatly influence the other races."

Hearing Quan Chang’s words, Li Jing immediately thought of the bird people in the second tier of the Alien Species hierarchy.

Only they, who are born with wings, could be called the Winged Tribe.

Knowing that the Winged Tribe is heavily guarded by all races, Li Jing couldn’t help but think back to the leader of the Winged Tribe that he had encountered in the sealed space.

The only real sealed ones were the God-Human Race. The rest of the aliens in the sealed space were "traitors" within each race, which he had learned from Quan Chang’s mouth.

His curiosity was piqued upon confirming that the Winged Tribe was heavily guarded by the races.

Was it because the Winged Tribe had more "traitors" during the war of sealing, or because they shuttle back and forth between the God-Human Race and the Ghost Clan?

How did they, with such a "noble" lineage, not only fail to influence other clans but also get heavily guarded?

Li Jing didn’t ask much on the spot.

He was, after all, an outsider, and it was not appropriate for him to inquire about the internal affairs of the descendants of the Ancient Gods.

Judging from Quan Chang’s attitude, she clearly did not want to elaborate.

If she had wanted to, with the Ghost Clan’s pragmatic style, she would have clarified the matter when she mentioned it.

Li Jing felt it necessary to be on his guard about this.

Although he didn’t know the full story, there must be some backstory to the Winged Tribe, a second-tier existence in the hierarchy of alien races, being heavily guarded by all races.

On Longyu, there goes an old saying.

"A leopard can’t change its spots."

Li Jing didn’t want to be backstabbed, nor did he wish to see the God-Human Race gain the upper hand in their clash with the Ghost Clan. It was always better to stay vigilant.

...

As Quan Chang said.

The spatial passages for the reinforcements from various clans stabilized an hour later, and immediately, aliens with strange appearances stepped out from the passages.

Twelve spatial passages, each passage continuously had Seventh Realm beings leading Fifth and Sixth Realm beings.

In a blink of an eye, nearly twenty thousand differently shaped aliens crowded the Ghost Clan’s Holy City.

It suddenly felt like a grand exhibition of complete diversity.

The habitats behind the passages were not exclusive to a particular clan, but more than ten different clans shared them.

At least from what Li Jing observed.

The alien strong ones that came out from each passage included at least ten different "species", with the most outrageous passage even bringing out over thirty differently shaped alien teams.

All major clans from the Alien Species hierarchy, including the Winged Tribe, had an elite team present.

Without exception, they all took humanoid forms.

Among the nearly twenty thousand teams, there were almost two hundred different clans represented.

In such a lineup, it can be described as luxurious.

Each race had at least one Seventh Realm being, several Sixth Realm beings, and a significant number of Fifth Realm pure-blooded clan members.

This strength was formidable.

However, judging by the number of arrivals, Li Jing felt that they seemed to lack sincerity.

Their teams seemed large in number.

But in fact, each clan had only formed a team of about a hundred people...

On the other hand, the Ghost Clan had sent out a total of over a thousand people.

There were ten Seventh Realm beings alone, and even Quan Chang, the High Priest, stayed here ready for a deadly battle, showing that all their strongest had been deployed.

Looking back at these elite hundred-member teams, even a blind man could see that they didn’t give it their all and took a wait-and-see attitude towards the God-Human Race breaking the seal.

Although, as agreed between Li Jing and Quan Chang, these supporting Alien Species were only the elites who arrived early, with a large number of war-capable beings waiting on the other side of the passage. However, most of their later forces would be the Giant Beast Corps, not the "pure-blooded" Ancient God’s Descendants.

The disparity of bloodlines directly links to the combat strength of the Ancient God’s Descendants.

The Giant Beast Corps of various tribes, which could not transform into human form, may participate in the battle, but they could only restrain the Giant Beast Corps of the God-Human Race at best.

In this regard, Li Jing found it a bit unworthy for the Ghost Clan.

In the previous battle of sealing, the Ghost Clan, who led the operation, undoubtedly suffered the most significant damage.

Not all tribes were wholeheartedly invested in the aid they provided. If the self-sacrificing plan of the Ghost Clan fails or there are other issues, the Ghost Clan will completely fall.

However, Li Jing also knew that he couldn’t expect another Ghost Clan among the tribes of the Ancient God’s Descendants.

Wherever there are people, there are also societies.

The same holds true among the Alien Species.

After the God-Human Race was sealed, it is expected that many clans would like to see the downfall of the Ghost Clan, which had become the leading tribe.

Similar operations are common in the present world.

The Ancient God’s Descendants, consisting of thousands of clans, fundamentally have no difference from the Major League made up of various forces in the current world.

They may call each other brothers on the surface, but they are constantly fighting internally and are always ready to stab each other in the back.

It’s already pretty good that these clans have people coming for aid.

With many other clans, they didn’t even come, let alone open the corresponding Spatial Passage...

As many Alien Species’s powerhouses arrived, they all fixed their gazes on Li Jing, a human standing in the Ghost Clan Holy City.

The glances cast on him were varied.

Mostly, it was awe.

Clearly, what he had done and why he was here had already been communicated by the Ghost Clan’s Ancestor Lao during his communication with all of the clan’s ancestors.

However, there were still countless disdain and skepticism in the eyes of these Alien Species’ powerhouses.

Among them, the "troublemaker" Winged Tribe that Quan Chang had mentioned earlier were particularly arrogant.

Seeing him directly despise him.

In response, Li Jing naturally wouldn’t mind, he was even somewhat relieved.

Among the Ancient God’s Descendants attending, most of them were people he had met for the first time, and only a few tribes he had seen in the sealing space.

The Winged Tribe was different.

He had been to the living space of the Winged Tribe.

Not only had he been there, but he also had completely annihilated one of their Giant Beast Corps and used the World Thunder Punishment to scare off the Winged Tribe, which made them close the passage and give up their idea of returning to the Big Secret Realm.

The fact that the Winged Tribe was scared and closed the passage meant that there were certainly people watching at that time.

He was not sure if anyone from the Winged Tribe would recognize his face.

At this moment, no one in the Winged Tribe’s team recognized him, which was a good thing.

If he were recognized, it would probably cause some trouble...

Seeing Quan Chang, as the Ghost Clan High Priest, met with the teams that came to support, and Quan Huai and other Ghost Clan’s Seventh Realm also got involved, Li Jing simply found a quiet corner to hide.

He originally didn’t like being too eye-catching, let alone when all the present beings were Alien Species.

...

Time imperceptibly slipped by, second by second.

Unconsciously, the time was nearing dawn.

With daylight nearly here, and the moment the seal space passage was about to stabilize, Li Jing, who was hiding in a corner and peeling a Destiny Fruit, looked weirdly at Quan Chang, who was still surrounded by the powerful helpers from all tribes.

Whether there exist creatures similar to sycophants among the tribes of the Ancient God’s Descendants like in human society, Li Jing couldn’t be certain.

However, it is for sure that females are popular among the Ancient God’s Descendants.

The stronger they are, the more popular they are.

A Ghost Clan like Quan Chang, who is powerful and possesses noble bloodline, is indeed the center of attention of all Seventh Realm from various tribes.

For nearly two hours, she had been constantly dealing with various conversations.

Even the two Seventh Realm from the Winged Tribe didn’t leave her side, sometimes even interrupting other people’s conversation to force their way into a conversation with her.

Li Jing didn’t understand the language the Ancient God’s Descendants used.

But whether Quan Chang being surrounded by so many Seventh Realms was discussing how to deal with the God-Human Race or being courted, it wasn’t difficult to tell.

The God-Human Race was about to invade, yet the only defense line of the Ghost Clan’s Holy Land was currently like this.

What could be said?

Li Jing was even sure.

If there were other female clan members here from the Ghost Clan, the place would be filled with hormones.

But having experienced so much, Li Jing was already numb.

From the moment he met the Ghost Clan High Priest, she had been eying him and even tried to force herself onto him.

And Quan Chang, the Ghost Clan High Priest who stayed behind and was fully prepared for a desperate battle, even Ancestor Lao of the Ghost Clan had similar thoughts in the past...

This could be called a problematic tradition. There was really nothing to say about it.

Ancient God’s Descendants, you’re in trouble!

...

After a while.

The dim night sky gradually brightened, and the morning sun slowly rose.

The day turned bright, Quan Chang took out her phone and looked at it in the crowd, then lifted her head and let out a long howl.

All of the Seventh Realms from other tribes who were courting her a second ago now looked serious when they heard the howling, and let out long howls in different tones together with her.

Hearing everyone howling together, the powerhouses of the Ghost Clan quickly gathered towards Quan Chang and the other Seventh Realms.

Those Fifth and Sixth Realms dispersed around the Holy City transformed into streaks of light and shot into the twelve already stabilized Spatial Passages.

The effectiveness of the Seventh Realms of various tribes in carrying out orders was impeccable, even though they didn’t seem reliable when they were with Quan Chang.

After seeing the strength of the arriving tribes, Li Jing had also given Quan Chang some instructions.

Although the forces of each tribe that came weren’t many in numbers, and the physical size of pure-blooded Alien Species was not as exaggerated as that of the giant beasts, all of the individuals below the Seventh Realm were at least fifty meters tall.

So many humanoid Alien Species of fifty meters tall or more gathered together, the range that his Boundary Stone could shield in one go wouldn’t fit so many people.

Seeing so many Alien Species moving together, and all the Fifth and Sixth Realms from other tribes immediately entering different Spatial Passages, Li Jing’s eyes sparkled.

The long wait was over.

Over there, Quan Chang turned her head and looked over at him, and an idea echoed in his ear.

"The Spatial Passage of the God-Human Race will stabilize in fifteen minutes."

The expected message finally arrived, Li Jing’s spirit was shaken. He put the half-peeled Destiny Fruit in his storage space, and with the Boundary Stone in his hand, he walked over.

Meeting the Seventh Realm and powerhouses of various tribes surrounding Quan Chang, Li Jing didn’t waste any time and poured his spiritual power into the Boundary Stone.

Maximum expansion of the spatial boundaries.

As everyone was swallowed by the subspace, Quan Chang’s voice of intent echoed once more in his ear.

"I’m leaving the Holy City to you for now."

"As long as I’m here, the city will stand."

Li Jing said with a mild smile.

Quan Chang didn’t have time to hear his response.

After isolating everyone in the subspace, the entire Ghost Clan Holy City became completely silent, plunged into deathly stillness.

Li Jing stood alone at the center of the Holy Land, took a deep breath, glanced at the spatial passage of the God-Human Race, and took out a creature similar to a squirrel with six ears from his pocket.

"Little Fatty, what you’re about to experience will be enough fodder for your stories for a lifetime."

This squirrel, which was randomly named by Li Jing, was the "fortunate one" he had caught outside the Ghost Clan Holy City while Quan Chang was sending everyone away.

As a native being of the Chongyuan Holy Realm, it was naturally a spiritual beast.

It struggled hard when it was first caught.

But the Destiny Fruit this damn human gave was too...

No!

This damn human was too powerful, it had no choice but to submit.

After being "frozen" in Li Jing’s pocket for nearly three hours, it turned its anger at being imprisoned into hunger, polishing off almost half a pound of Destiny Fruit.

Now, facing Li Jing’s words, it looked at him blankly, hugging a Destiny Fruit that it was about to bite into.

Spiritual beasts are spiritually in-tune, and understand human nature.

It could feel that Li Jing meant it no harm.

But being a native being of the Chongyuan Holy Realm, it didn’t understand human speech.

Looking at Little Fatty’s dumbfounded face, Li Jing smiled kindly.

Then, Spirit Weapon Qingfeng appeared beside him, taking Little Fatty with one hand.

Arriving at Spirit Weapon Qingfeng, the squirrel, Little Fatty, didn’t struggle.

The instincts of the spiritual beast told it that this being was much more terrifying than the bipedal creature that had captured it.

Looking at Spirit Weapon Qingfeng who was holding it, Little Fatty blinked its gem-like eyes, chose to ignore it and continued to munch on its Destiny Fruit.

Seeing this, Li Jing smiled lightly.

"Qingfeng, take good care of it, don’t let this little glutton die."

"Understood."

Spirit Weapon Qingfeng nodded.

Getting the response, Li Jing turned around, transformed into a shocking thunderbolt, shot to the distant place where his body was exposed, locked his gaze on Little Fatty, and then raised his hand to form the first handprint of the World Thunder Punishment.

The forbidden skill was initiated.

Immediately, a "rumble" sounded from the horizon, scaring the squirrel, Little Fatty, who was in the palm of Spirit Weapon Qingfeng.

The next second.

The wind and clouds changed color.

The barely dawned world turned completely dark, and heavy clouds covered the entire earth.

???

The startled squirrel, Little Fatty.

Not understanding the situation, it suddenly felt an indescribable pressure descending on itself, making it uncontrollably frightened, to the extent that its excretory function was out of control.

But on Spirit Weapon Qingfeng’s hand, how could it dare to be reckless?

Little Fatty trembled, and then simply rolled its eyes and passed out.

Being just a Second Realm creature, it was too weak.

Seeing it passing out, Spirit Weapon Qingfeng kindly infused it with a bit of spiritual power.

Unlike ordinary spirit weapons with Sixth Realm cultivation level and spiritual power of the same quality as their owners, this was very convenient.

Under the nourishment of the powerful Sixth Realm spiritual power, Little Fatty woke up successfully, and then once again passed out under the terrifying pressure of the terrifying heavenly might.

Spirit Weapon Qingfeng was somewhat impatient and infused it with a mass of spiritual power.

Receiving a large amount of spiritual power that almost burst it, Little Fatty woke up again, its realm was pushed up to the Third Realm, and it gained a certain ability to withstand the terrifying heavenly might.

For a spiritual beast that depends on heaven and earth for its existence, how hard is it to increase its realm?

Such a fortune, Little Fatty doesn’t want it.

Under the pressure of the terrifying heavenly might that makes its soul tremble, Little Fatty looked at Spirit Weapon Qingfeng, who had revived it twice, with tears in its eyes, and wanted to say, "Are you a devil?" but didn’t know how to articulate it.

In the face of Little Fatty’s "grateful" gaze, Spirit Weapon Qingfeng spoke calmly.

"The use of forbidden skills communicates with heaven and earth, and my master’s forbidden skill is the pinnacle of them. This is a rare opportunity for you as a spiritual beast. Feel the power of heaven and earth more, it will greatly benefit your future cultivation."

Its calm words, the squirrel, Little Fatty, didn’t understand.

If it wasn’t for the fact that it didn’t dare to bite and was unable to move under the terrifying heavenly might, all it wanted to do now was to bite Spirit Weapon Qingfeng to death.

...

On the other side, Li Jing was combining the spell formula of the World Thunder Punishment with handprints constantly changing.

Being so far away and with the thunderclouds of the Thunder Skill constantly rolling and thunder roaring, he could not hear the words of Spirit Weapon Qingfeng to Little Fatty.

However, through the close connection with his Lifebound Magic Instrument, he could easily know what the latter had done and was saying.

Realizing that Spirit Weapon Qingfeng had revived Little Fatty twice in a row, Li Jing thought he had some sort of perverse taste unknown to him.

Learning that experiencing more of the power of heaven and earth is good for a spiritual beast’s cultivation, Li Jing raised his eyebrows.

Turns out heavenly might can have this kind of effect?

He learned something new!

In the future, if there’s a chance, he really needs to arrange this for Stinky Tofu.

The usually aloof Spirit Weapon Qingfeng giving "good luck" to Little Fatty really surprised Li Jing.

The one who usually thought it was fine not to think about killing anything, why would he think about anything else?

Quietly collecting his thoughts, Li Jing concentrated, integrating the spell formula of Nine Heavens God Thunder and Five Thunder Righteous Method into the spell formula of the World Thunder Punishment.

Originally, he was somewhat guilty towards Little Fatty.

The World Thunder Punishment required a specific target to be cast, so he needed a target.

There was no choice, he had to impose it on Little Fatty, who happened to be caught by him.

Now, he felt no burden.

The Spirit Weapon Qingfeng possessing its own unknown "knowledge points" isn’t something worth marveling at.

Whether human cultivators or alien ones, everyone is deepening their understanding of the world when advancing in their cultivation levels.

In the process of improving the quality of a Spirit Weapon and increasing its spirituality, similar growth also happens.

And in truth, from the moment they’re born alongside the item they inhabit, Spirit Weapons start with a much deeper understanding of the world than humans or alien species.

Let’s take the simplest fact.

Once a Spirit Weapon becomes sentient, it instantly understands which type of spiritual materials are beneficial to itself, to the extent that they may even guide their owners to find these materials.

However, the way Spirit Weapons think is vastly different from intelligent life forms such as humans or alien species.

If something doesn’t concern the improvement of their quality, they won’t consider it until they encounter it.

From a certain perspective.

Every Spirit Weapon is born with an unadulterated original intention. Their aim is to elevate their level of spiritual development instead of getting stuck into irrelevant matters.

...

Ten minutes passed in the blink of an eye.

Li Jing was close to completing the spell formula of World Thunder Punishment, which had been employed with the fusion of Nine Heavens God Thunder and the Five Thunder Righteous Method in his hand.

Because of this, he had to endure immense pressure and slow down the formation of the spell.

There was still a bit of time before the God-Human Race’s spatial passage stabilized; otherwise, the completed spell would go to waste in the hustle and bustle.

The World Thunder Punishment infused with "extra ingredients" was terrifying.

Endless dreary clouds hovered at a height of tens of thousands of meters above the ground, the layers of thunder punishment cloud were so dense and thick.

On looking upwards, it was simply immeasurable.

Even Li Jing himself, the caster of the spell, didn’t know how thick it was.

The only thing he knew.

During his spell casting, an almost identical amount of heavenly and earthly spiritual energy — a total of his own spiritual power times ten thousand — had been activated and gathered into the spell formula in his hands.

Having such a spell formula in hand was truly hair-raising.

If the spell formula encountered problems and exploded, he, the spell caster, would definitely die on the spot, and there probably wouldn’t be a whole corpse left either.

If it had been sometime ago, things might not have escalated to this point.

But the current Li Jing was nothing like he used to be.

The essence of Forbidden Skills lies in communicating with the universe to borrow unlimited power.

The higher a person’s level of cultivation and proficiency in Forbidden Skills, the stronger the borrowed power of the heavens and earth.

Clamping his teeth as he transformed the last few spell gestures in his hands at a snail’s pace, Li Jing was under immense pressure.

The World Thunder Punishment in his hands — capable of obliterating him when it exploded — was making him acutely aware of his stress, and the omnipresent overwhelming heavenly might making him very uncomfortable.

This time, his World Thunder Punishment truly reached the standard of a heavenly calamity.

Still at the Six Realm only, he could feel the terrifying heavenly might making his heart flutter in terror every single moment.

If Li Jing, as the spell caster, was already feeling like this, it was needless to say how the target Unagi squirrel felt.

The critter was trembling as if it had Parkinson’s within the hands of Spirit Weapon Qingfeng, feeling like fainting but unable to, without any chance to give up, it could only endure the overwhelming might that almost made it crumble.

These ten odd minutes were the most torturous and longest ten odd minutes in its entire life...

Just as the Unagi squirrel was questioning its existence.

A low humming sound emerged as the God-Human Race’s spatial passage stopped twisting from a distance and completely stabilized.

Li Jing sensed it and promptly fixed his gaze over there.

Nothing appeared at the exit of the passage.

?

What was the God-Human Race up to?

Were they not coming?

I can’t hold on anymore!

Faced with the current situation, Li Jing nearly burst out swearing.

But the next moment.

Hundreds of moderate-sized figures about two meters tall crossed the spatial passage.

A hundred Seventh Realm characters, isn’t this lineup luxurious?

If Li Jing had seen them under normal circumstances, he would have taken off without thinking twice.

But at this moment, he was very excited.

What got him even more excited was.

Following those hundreds of figures, countless additional figures more than hundred meters tall crossed the spatial gap one after another.

The first hundred Seventh Realm characters of the God-Human Race stepped into the Chongyuan Holy Realm and instantly released their powerful aura without any restraint.

They were here to stir up trouble, not to play nice.

They were prepared to start a fight the moment they saw the Ghost Clan, so why not be a little ready?

However, the next moment, they were stunned.

Looking out, where were the Ghost Clans? Why was there only a youth exuding otherworldly ripple and a squirrel?

What’s happening?

Did the Ghost Clan back down from the fight?

They didn’t want the Sacred Temple?

Before they could process what was happening, they felt the sense of overwhelming might only experienced during their own Ascension to the Seventh Realm...

???

All the Seventh Realm beings looked up in confusion.

As they saw the massively dense thundercloud at the edge of the sky, all of the Seventh Realm beings goggled in astonishment.

!!!

Is...is this the Cataclysm of Destruction!?

Just when they began to make the connection, Li Jing, brimming with excitement, formed the final handprint for the World Thunder Punishment.

The next second.

The dark heaven and earth were illuminated by multicolored lightning bolts.

Gold, black, white, red, dark red...