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Chapter 906: Great Victory

Chapter 906: Great Victory

Seven dying suns hung like blood in the sky.

A True Spirit Xuanwu, as massive as a mountain, lay dead on the ground, stirring a minor earthquake. On its back, a hideous bloody hole marred its turtle shell.

The Little Xuanwu transformed into a child's form, silently collecting the corpse of its elder kin.

It was currently only at the paltry cultivation of seventh-rank low-grade, yet this elder kin was a genuine Mahayana-level True Spirit!

If it could obtain its essence blood core, it might gain several tenths more certainty when attempting to break through to the Mahayana realm in the future!

Just as it was for the Little Xuanwu, so too it was for Xiao Qing!

The essence blood of a True Spirit Phoenix was enough to greatly advance her cultivation.

"These two True Spirits from the Demon Race truly are good people."

Thanks to the Divine Dao's exertion of power, this three-race war had resulted in a resounding victory for the Human Race.

By this point, the ground was littered with the corpses of alien and demon races. Only a tiny handful of lucky survivors managed to flee the battlefield, spreading fear and despair far and wide.

This time, what should have been a surefire victory for the Demon Race and alien races ended in utter defeat. All six Mahayana cultivators had perished, a disaster akin to the sky falling and the earth collapsing!

Especially with the fall of the Five Elements Qilin and Di Yi, those two sea-stabilizing divine needles of seven-tribulation Mahayana strength, the Demon Race would surely begin to stir.

Fang Xi was well aware that so-called alliances were sometimes just bullshit!

Not to mention, there was already a deep blood feud between the Human Race and the Demon Race; previously, they had only reluctantly allied under pressure.

Now that the Human Race's power had grown immense, perhaps the Demon Race would instead join forces with the Demon and alien races, attempting to carve out more living space. . .

"Many thanks to Lord for your intervention, otherwise we would have found it difficult to defeat these three Mahayana cultivators."

Qing Xu Tong Zi, Che Xuan Yuan, and Bu Xing Da Cheng stood behind Fang Xi, their eyes filled with reverence, mixed with a hint of fear.

This 'Qing He Zi's' divine ability was truly terrifying beyond compare.

"Hm."

Fang Xi nodded slightly, then faintly instructed, "Shen Suan Zi."

"Senior, this old one is here."

Shen Suan Zi immediately came before him, his originally proud demeanor instantly subdued.

"All those who rendered meritorious service this time must be heavily rewarded. . . Tian Chen Zi of the Nine Spirits Returning to Earth Sect even sacrificed his sect's treasured item for our race; without a heavy reward, his merits cannot be compensated. . . A portion of this Xuanwu spiritual material shall be sent to him later, and a damaged Immortal Abode Rare Treasure will be added. Apart from that, his merits will be doubled. . . All meritorious officials in this battle must be recorded. Hm, that White Turtle Great Sage also contributed greatly; reward him with a portion of Xuanwu essence blood."

Fang Xi instructed indifferently.

As the superior, he was the one who determined the distribution of benefits.

"Yes."

Shen Suan Zi solemnly accepted the command.

"Now that we have achieved a great victory, what should we do next? Please instruct us, Lord. . . " Qing Xu Tong Zi requested.

Although the Human Race had turned the tide of battle, the Earthly Immortal World was still a mess.

Lost territories needed to be reclaimed everywhere, and the Demon Race and alien races had not been completely defeated; Mahayana-level existences still remained, all of which needed careful consideration.

"Prepare yourselves, we will immediately launch a surprise attack on the Demon Race's super teleportation array!"

Fang Xi sneered, "Courtesy demands reciprocity. The Jiuchi Race dares to act so recklessly by relying on hiding deep within the wildlands, where we cannot attack their native territory. . . This time, I will burn the flames of war all the way to the Jiuchi Race's homeland!"

"This. . . if the super teleportation array is destroyed, we might be trapped deep within the wildlands and find it difficult to return to our race within a short period, potentially changing the war situation. Please reconsider, Lord. . ."

Che Xuan Yuan struggled for a moment before speaking his advice.

"Don't worry, as long as this Seat goes once, that will be enough. . ."

Fang Xi met the gazes of the three Mahayana cultivators and smiled again, "The World Gate is in this Seat's hands!"

"So that's how it is!"

Bu Xing Da Cheng suddenly understood.

As someone who had personally experienced it back then, he naturally knew how formidable the World Gate was.

It seemed that Lord Qing He Zi had killed the Ephemeral Child Avatar back then, and also seized another World Gate component from the Demon Race.

With this, he could recreate the splendor of that day!

He did not know, however, that the World Gate had long since been destroyed by Fang Xi, and was now merely being brought up as a pretense.

Fang Xi's true reliance, of course, was still the All-Heavens Precious Mirror.

As long as he could establish void coordinates, the Jiuchi Race's territory would be his backyard. He could come and go as he pleased, and even bring in a large army through his cave-heaven treasure.

'I possess the strengths of the Human, Demon, and Yao races, and I've plundered the bloodlines and secret arts of various alien races on Trapped Sky Island. . . I truly lack knowledge of the Jiuchi Race. It feels incomplete. '

'This time, it's an opportunity. '

Fang Xi mused to himself.

"Since that's the case, we shall depart immediately!"

Che Xuan Yuan and the other two Mahayana cultivators instantly made their decision.

If they delayed for too long, allowing the Jiuchi Race to flee back and directly destroy the super teleportation array, revenge would be out of the question for a long time.

...

Demon Race.

Myriad Demons Mountain.

Within the pitch-black cave, divine demon statues stood silently, their gazes lifelike, mockingly observing the newcomer.

A black-robed Integration stage demonic cultivator's body trembled, then he lowered his head and walked swiftly, arriving at the core of Myriad Demons Mountain, within a blood pool.

"Master."

He bowed towards the blood pool, performing the full prostration ritual.

Gurgle, gurgle!

The blood pool was filled with fresh blood, yet it emitted a rich, fragrant aura. At this moment, the pool water churned, and a figure gradually floated up from within the blood, none other than Xun Lao Mo!

This old demon had been gravely wounded during the previous great battle and was forced to return to Myriad Demons Mountain to recuperate in the blood pool.

Even so, he was extremely concerned about the war with the Human Race.

"Xue Wuyou, have you come because the Human Race's war has concluded? Did Gui Xu Zi make a move? How many Mahayana cultivators of the Human Race died?"

Xun Lao Mo said in a deep voice.

Judging by his demeanor, he was certain that the Human Race would suffer a great defeat.

"Reporting to Master, the Human Race. . . won!"

Xue Wuyou replied, his voice trembling.

"What? Won? That's impossible. . . Unless the Mahayana cultivators of the Demon Race and alien races are idiots who actively plunged into the Human Race's Heaven-Severing Earth-Destroying Array, how could they possibly lose?"

Xun Lao Mo's eyes flashed with sharp light, and he instantly appeared beside Xue Wuyou.

Knowing he had to quickly deliver the intelligence his Master desired, otherwise he would surely endure the suffering of soul-searching, Xue Wuyou immediately said, "Within the Human Race, a newly ascended Mahayana Old Ancestor Fang emerged, with the Daoist title 'Qing He Zi'. . . He, with his own power, killed Di Yi of the Jiuchi Race and the Five Elements Qilin of the Demon Race. . . In this battle, the Human Race gained several hundred more Integration stage cultivators, thoroughly defeating the allied forces of the Demon and alien races. . . As for Gui Xu Zi, there are rumors that he also died at the hands of Qing He Zi!"

This catastrophic news caused Xun Lao Mo's aura to become unstable.

"Who exactly is that Qing He Zi? Forget it, this old one will see for myself!"

A black shadow flickered, and Xun Lao Mo was already beside Xue Wuyou, grabbing his head.

Xue Wuyou's eyes rolled back, and a moment later he collapsed to the ground, his limbs twitching uncontrollably.

"Qing He Zi, an ascended cultivator, one of the original Human Race Five Sons, now a Mahayana. . . The Human Race has produced another heaven-defying talent."

Xun Lao Mo was silent for a long time before he sighed softly.

The Human Race being too strong was not a good thing for the Demon Race either!

"It seems that the three Di family brothers outside can soon withdraw, and the danger to my Demon Race will be immediately resolved. . ."

Xun Lao Mo thought of many things, then a cold sneer suddenly appeared at the corner of his mouth: "But the Demon Race. . . is far from as simple as it appears on the surface. Now facing a great calamity of racial extermination, that last hidden strength will also be forced out, won't it?"

"From the intelligence, even if this Qing He Zi's divine abilities are astonishing, he might accidentally die at the hands of the Demon Race, no?"

In truth, all three races possessed True Immortal-level hidden strengths, but the Demon Race's last trump card came at too great a cost.

It was utterly impossible to activate unless it was a critical moment of racial annihilation.

However, that Qing He Zi, with his youthful vigor and impetuousness, was very likely to drive the Demon Race to a dead end, and at the same time, drive himself to a dead end as well. . .

Within the blood-colored cave, Xun Lao Mo's low laughter suddenly echoed. . .

...

Earthly Immortal Spiritual Realm.

Fang Xi's main body was racing against time with the Human Race Mahayana cultivators to attack the Demon Race's super teleportation array, preparing for a battle that would decide the outcome. At the very least, they intended to burn the flames of war all the way to the Jiuchi Race, so as not to betray the countless sufferings and sacrifices endured by the Human Race's mortals and low-level cultivators over the years.

Within the spiritual realm, the External Avatar and Shinto Avatar were organizing the spoils of war from this battle.

Compared to the materials and treasures from the Xuanwu, the Primordial Phoenix, or even the Stone Clan Ancestor, it was naturally the stronger Mahayana Old Ancestors that Fang Xi anticipated more.

"Heaven's Sorrow Five Elements Armor?"

The External Avatar unleashed an incantation, which landed on the corpse of the Five Elements Qilin.

A mass of glazed, five-colored liquid shimmered and floated forth.

This was the true body of the 'Heaven's Sorrow Five Elements Armor'.

He smiled faintly, and with a pull of his magical power.

This glazed jade liquid landed on his body, conforming to him, manifesting a translucent armor.

"A defensive Immortal Abode Rare Treasure. . . My main body already has the Two Modes Jade Gui, so this item is quite suitable for me, lest I encounter danger while exploring the Great Thousand World and be instantly killed. . ."

The External Avatar murmured.

"What a pity. . ."

The Shinto Avatar, 'Dong Hua Tai Miao Xuan Zhen Wu Liang Chang Qing Da Di', inspected it for a while, then secretly shook his head: "All their Nascent Souls perished, so Myriad Calamity Puppets cannot be refined."

Myriad Calamity Puppets possessed the effect of transcending tribulation, but they had to be refined in conjunction with bound cultivator Nascent Souls.

These three Mahayana cultivators were directly wiped out by Fang Xi, their Nascent Souls dispersed, naturally losing the possibility of being refined into Myriad Calamity Puppets.

"Fortunately, within the "Xuanji Secret Manual", Myriad Calamity Puppets are not the only type of puppets recorded. The bodies of this Five Elements Qilin and the Jiuchi Race are both incredibly tough, so I can definitely try to refine true eighth-rank puppets. . . though they will lack the effect of transforming into thunder."

"Eh?"

The Shinto Emperor Lord came before Di Yi's corpse, gazing at its chaotic head, then suddenly extended his palm.

Pop!

His palm was enveloped in a layer of pure white divine power, which delved into the chaos.

Before long, he actually extracted a golden—eyeball?

This eyeball was the size of an ordinary person's fist, entirely metallic in luster, and uniquely shaped.

"The Eye of Jiuchi?"

"This Di Yi, it seems he did indeed refine some great divine ability within his vertical eye between the brows. . ."

Fang Xi's heart stirred. He fetched Di Yi's cave-heaven treasure and rummaged through it.

A large quantity of bone-like jade slips fell to the ground, piling up into a small mountain.

He swept his Divine Consciousness over them one by one, picked up a bone slip, and his eyes lit up slightly.