Great Enemy from the West
On the horizon, the night fog dissipated, and yellow sand filled the sky, as if a thousand troops were galloping across the heavens.
The sound grew clearer and clearer, more and more real; it was definitely not an illusion.
"Enemy attack!" Even the young disciples present heard shouts and howls.
As if things weren't going to go wrong, after all the Ancestor had perished in battle, an unknown and formidable enemy launched a surprise attack, its terrifying killing intent sweeping across the heavens and earth.
Everyone's expression changed, because the desert was trembling, and the yellow sand was crashing and undulating like waves.
The distant enemy's aura filled the sky and the ground; they were not only powerful but also numerous, and some of their figures were already vaguely visible.
"Where did these people come from?" Some of the teenagers were startled, as it was the first time they had ever witnessed such a grand scene.
On the horizon, various birds of prey and flying beasts swarmed densely, covering the sky, and on them sat creatures clad in cold, metallic armor.
Those strange birds and ferocious beasts were all advanced beings, all carrying Sha Qi, as if they had experienced countless battles, and many of them had blood-red light swirling around their bodies.
At the edge of the desert, there truly was an army of thousands, if not more, with a clear objective: to pounce and attack the Immortal Grave territory.
At that moment, the heavens and earth trembled slightly, sand waves rose and fell, and as some strange beasts and birds of prey suddenly accelerated and broke the Sound Barrier, the night fog exploded, creating an extremely terrifying scene.
In an instant, it was like a landslide and a tsunami; a large number of enemies rushed into people's field of vision, filling them with a suffocating sense of oppression.
Clearly, this was not a counterattack by the Sun Elf Race; they did not possess such murderous intent. The invaders, on the other hand, exuded a powerful and valiant aura.
"What are you all standing there for? Prepare for battle!" a Old Senior shouted.
In fact, although the cultivators on all paths were grieving the loss of their Ancestor, they were not numb. They had already drawn their swords and unleashed their Spirit Artifact.
The desert was filled with a chilling atmosphere; a formidable enemy was approaching, like a surging torrent of steel, sending shivers down one's spine.
The knights were all clad in armor, as were their mounts, which were well protected and gleamed with a cold, eerie light.
Even their faces were covered with fine metal protective gear.
Now it's clear that most of the attacking enemies are humanoid creatures.
However, on the backs of some ferocious birds and beasts, there were humanoid knights with two heads.
Most of the knights were clearly human. Although they were far apart, those who had mastered special eye techniques could tell what race the knights belonged to, and could even see that most of their pupils were brown, but some were black, blue, or gray.
This group of people exuded a very strong aura, which was awe-inspiring when it emanated from them.
Almost all of those mounts could fly, and they covered the entire sky in dense, terrifying numbers.
Some mounts were close to the ground, and the winds generated by the flapping wings of beasts and birds stirred up clouds of yellow sand.
As they drew nearer, they did not charge directly, but gradually slowed down until they finally came to a stop.
Behind them were several warships, enormous vessels, hovering in the night sky, with experts on board surveying the area.
"There are Grandmaster Level figures among them." Grandmaster Ling Canghai said solemnly. After his eyes met those of some people in the night sky, he felt a chill run down his spine.
The opponent hadn't even released a powerful Mental Field yet, but they were already able to intimidate Grandmaster like him.
In an instant, everyone on the ground felt a chill run through them; no matter how you looked at it, today seemed like a terrible day.
"This whole thing was a conspiracy from beginning to end!" an Old Senior sighed.
The hunt had already begun before the Sun Elf Race delegation entered the Great Yu Capital; a powerful force had meticulously planned and prepared for it.
Everything was premeditated; the Sun Elf Race deliberately offered up irresistible bait: the Immortal Grave and the Divine Tomb.
After all, this race, which reveres nature, embarked on the Immortal Path by excavating some of the great tombs, giving birth to three Grandmaster Level powerhouses.
Beyond the Beyond the Mundane, there are also the Esoteric Sect and the Ancestor of the New Life Path, all of whom have high aspirations and wish to expand the path, and do not wish to transform into Insignificant God or Feathered Immortal.
Therefore, once the rumors about the main tomb of the Seventh Realm spread in the Great Yu Capital, fishing began.
The Immortal Grave is indeed a place where extraordinary inheritances are buried, but the underground is extremely dangerous. In fact, Earth Immortal are sealed, and it is not an ordinary tomb at all.
Lin Yuchen, the Grandmaster of the Esoteric Sect, spoke up, "The Sun Elf Race is merely a pawn; behind them lies a powerful civilization, driving them forward!"
This is somewhat frightening. The Sun Elf Race is merely a subordinate civilization, an "outpost," with a main force behind them.
One of the young disciples asked, "Who are they? Why are they targeting us like wolves, preparing so meticulously, waiting for us to fall into their trap?"
Many people felt resentful and frustrated. The Ancestor had all died tragically here, and the Blood Essence Seed that could grow into Earth Immortal had not yet been extinguished, and now such a vicious enemy had attacked.
On this day, they had experienced too much: despair, sorrow, and anger. Now they were not afraid, but only filled with resentment and a desire for a fierce battle to avenge their Ancestor.
At the same time, many people felt sorry and indignant for the Ancestor, who passed away before they even faced a true enemy.
A seasoned veteran, his heart filled with bitterness, said, "Does it even matter who it is anymore? In this Night Mist World, in the boundless darkness, countless pairs of scarlet eyes are watching—all hunters. After our miscalculation, we exposed a serious flaw, and then someone came. We've already become the prey."
Someone shook their head and said, "Who they are is naturally important. These are not ordinary hunters in the night fog; they must be our old adversaries, our former nemesis, with whom we've 'crossed paths' more than once."
Immediately, many people were shaken; was this a formidable opponent?
Someone immediately asked, "What's their background? Have they ever clashed or fought with us historically?"
Someone nodded and said, "It's not just a conflict; there have been fierce battles. There was one a thousand years ago, a second four hundred and fifty years ago, and this is the third time they've met. They've come for revenge!"
"Huh?" The younger generation was all shocked.
The older generation instantly understood and realized the background of their opponent.
Soon, the young adults and teenagers also realized who it was, because they had heard their elders mention it before.
"A powerful nomadic hunting tribe from the Northern Region!"
A thousand years ago, after the Nomadic Hunting Civilization in the Northern Region became extremely prosperous and powerful, it marched directly south, trampling the Wu Kingdom, which had only recently been unified, causing turmoil and bloodshed across the land.
The Ancestor of the Beyond the Mundane, the New Life Path, and the Esoteric Sect naturally emerged from seclusion to join forces with the Wu Dynasty in attacking this exceptionally powerful opponent.
Young Ancestor died in this battle, but the enemy fared even worse, almost crippled, and were chased to the frigid far north.
The Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, the New Life Path, and the Wu Dynasty's Great Wilderness Expansion this time were all forced upon them. They pursued the enemy for countless miles, resulting in a significant increase in territory.
Lu Zizai once told Qin Ming that most of the historical pioneering efforts were forced upon them. The Ancestor, after foreseeing the crisis, hoped to defend against external enemies, and all of this has its basis.
Five hundred years ago, the Wu Dynasty collapsed, and the powerful Nomadic Hunting Civilization gradually recovered. After decades of careful preparation, it joined forces with the Two-Headed Werewolf Race and Giant Race of the far north to seek bloody revenge.
Four hundred and fifty years ago, they went south again.
However, this time they were discovered and ambushed before they could even enter the heart of the territory.
Because the Beyond the Mundane, the New Life Path, and the Esoteric Sect were at their strongest, even though the opponent had brought in the Two-Headed Werewolf Race and the Giant Race, they were still breached and defeated.
In this battle, this Nomadic Hunting Civilization was almost completely destroyed, leaving only a small group of powerful individuals who fled westward and disappeared for over four hundred years.
Someone sighed, "This nomadic tribe is too mobile. Almost everyone is accompanied by Higher Aberrant Bird or flying Spirit Beast. Otherwise, their Ancestor would have already won the battle, and they wouldn't have had a third chance to show themselves."
"Although we were forced to reclaim land again after that battle 450 years ago, it still had a significant impact on us," someone sighed.
At this moment, many people fell silent.
After the great war of pioneering northward, in addition to the deaths of some Ancestor, Young Ancestor were injured. It was at this time that a formidable enemy attacked from the west—a very powerful Demon Civilization.
The Ancestor pressed on westward without stopping, and finally, dragging their wounded bodies, they engaged in their most brutal battle against the invading opponents.
In that battle, almost all of the oldest Ancestor perished.
"Do you know why the land of the God's Fall Plain is so rich in resources and has a dark red color? It's not just Godlike creatures shed their blood there, but also because the blood of a group of ancestral Ancestor was spilled there!"
That westward expansion was a Pyrrhic victory, but it ultimately swept away the enemy, kept them at bay, and prevented the bloodshed of their own land.
Fortunately, after that battle, many of the surviving geniuses became great figures, and some of them became new Ancestor after breaking through their barriers.
"What a pity!" Everyone present turned red with envy at the thought of their Ancestor. This time, the Ancestor had not even met the true enemy who had come to attack, and he had already been tricked.
Young Ancestor were still young and strong 450 years ago, before they had reached the Sixth Realm. They experienced two Great Wilderness Expansion in the Northern Region and west, and survived countless bloody battles, eventually growing up. But today, they withered and passed away here prematurely.
Thinking about these things, everyone felt a pang of heartache.
In the night sky, on the countless mounts, the figures were all filled with murderous intent, just waiting for the Grandmaster Level figure to give the order to begin the slaughter.
Behind them, on their massive warship, the Ancestor remained motionless, overlooking one Immortal Grave after another, staring at the broken armor, broken bones, and bloodstains.
"Where Present Tathagata? Wrong, according to the timeline, it should be the Past Tathagata. Now that we have returned, are you still alive?"
Finally, the grand voice of the Ancestor of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization resounded from the sky, shaking the dark clouds in the heavens and causing many Qi and Blood churning, their faces turning pale, and nearly falling over.
"He Lian Chengyun, can you still bend your bow? Come out, let's settle this with three arrows!" Another Ancestor of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization roared in the night sky, appearing as a humanoid two-headed wolf, shaking the entire desert.
Then, a terrifying giant appeared, roaring, " From Beyond the Mundane, Leng Mingkong, who is so arrogant about his Heavenly Immortal talent, do you still have a chance to fight? Today I have come to avenge my master!"
Its sound shook heaven and earth, and its form was as tall as a mountain.
"You old monster who disdains becoming a god in the Esoteric Sect, that brat who dares to dream of piercing through Kunling, and the previous generation of the Six Sovereigns, all of you, get over here!"
An old man wearing a golden mask, with dark brown eyes, stood in mid-air, his white hair dancing wildly and distorting the night sky.
His roar shook the desert sands so much that they crashed into the sky, creating a terrifying sight. This was a Grandmaster Level figure from the past.
Behind them stood terrifying figures, all in the Sixth Realm.
Clearly, 450 years ago, after fleeing westward, they incorporated some more powerful races and strong individuals.
Xiang Yiwu's eyes were red, his face filled with grief, and he said in a trembling voice, "Ancestor, your former defeated enemies have returned with a vengeance, clamoring to kill us and trample on our beautiful land. Where are your souls? Can you see this scene?"
"Ancestor!" Many whispered with sorrow, longing for the Ancestor to return and once again strike down these sworn enemies.
Someone spoke up, "Don't be afraid. Even without the Ancestor, there are still you all. New talents emerge in every generation, each leading the way for hundreds of years."
"What you said... um?!" Xiang Yiwu was about to say something Present Tathagata he froze. He looked at the broad figure shrouded in white mist in front of him, and then at the Buddha sitting cross-legged in front of the Immortal Grave, bleeding from all seven orifices. He felt like he couldn't take it all in.
The figure in the white mist before me, compared to the seated Ancestor, why do their forms look so alike?
Xiang Yiwu turned his head back and forth, comparing the two sides, and then he was shocked. He almost couldn't help but raise his hand to disperse the white mist on the person next to him so he could see clearly.
At that moment, something similar happened in the crowd, and many people felt that something was wrong.
Just now, people kept telling them stories about the pioneering efforts from 450 years ago, answering their questions, and even pointing out the identities of some old guys in the night sky. This was really strange!
"Grandmaster?"
Instantly, some people were moved to tears, hardly believing their eyes.
"The Buddhas of the Past Tathagata, where Present Tathagata? You old monsters of the Esoteric Sect, Leng Mingkong of the Immortal Path, He Lian Chengyun, can you still fight? Are you still in this world?"
In the night sky, a strange old monster with disheveled golden hair and beard, resembling a lion, roared, his voice shaking the heavens and the earth.
"Still here!" Just then, someone answered him in Immortal Grave!