Truth
It's still there.
Just two words. The night sky was silent. The old monster of the alien race, with his golden beard and hair flowing like a lion, widened his eyes, somewhat unable to believe the not-so-loud voice in his ears.
Under the long night, the fierce birds of prey, flying beasts, and knights clad in cold armor were no longer so violent.
The other alien Ancestor on the massive warship were also shocked, their faces showing disbelief as they scanned the area below.
They hadn't acted yet because they were assessing the situation, having repeatedly investigated the Earth Immortal Immortal's Tomb. They had just confirmed that there was nothing wrong, so why was a deceased acquaintance suddenly responding to them?
"The Present Tathagata!" The blond elder's gaze was icy as he saw the broad figure stepping out from the crowd; he recognized this "young and strong" man from years ago.
"Golden Lion, didn't you say that you would wipe out their five hundred years of accumulation in one battle and bury all their Ancestor? How come he's still standing here unharmed?"
On the massive warship, Sixth Realm powerhouse from the Fire Lizard Race, newly integrated into the hunting party, spoke, his brow furrowed, sensing something amiss.
The old man, who resembled a lion, had cross-shaped markings in his pupils Present Tathagata, before looking at the figure sitting cross-legged Immortal Grave, bleeding from all seven orifices.
He looked at the Present Tathagata and said in a deep voice, "In your battle with the immortals, you shed your old body, were New Life from the Nirvana, and stepped one foot into the seventh realm."
These words caused a sensation, shocking both sides. Present Tathagata taken that step in a desperate situation, choosing life over death?
Golden Lion said, "Don't worry about him, everyone. He's just one person; he's nothing. Can one Tathagata stop our thousands of troops? I can stop him!"
Then, he scanned everyone, then looked towards the Immortal Grave, and said, "Those remains of bones and flesh, as well as the tattered armor, are all real. Only one Present Tathagata remains, which is not a threat to the overall situation."
"Are you sure?" The broad figure stood Immortal Grave, gazing at the night sky.
"It's just an empty city ruse; who can you fool?" A powerful Sixth Realm two- Two-Headed Werewolf Race spoke simultaneously, dressed in human lapis lazuli armor; he was tall and imposing.
An elderly man with black hair, clearly a high-ranking member of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, with bright black pupils not much different from the humans here at the Immortal Grave, addressed the alien Ancestor around him. "Everyone, those skilled in pupil techniques can carefully observe the Immortal Grave and discover the truth: most of their high-ranking members are dead!"
The Fire Lizard Race, Feathered Serpent Race, and some powerful human warriors with blue and gray eyes who had merged into them during their westward migration immediately began to carefully examine the Immortal Grave.
For a moment, the desert fell into a rare silence, with both sides silently confronting each other and neither making any rash moves.
On the ground, the cultivators of the Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the New Life Path felt their hearts sink. Was their joy just a false alarm?
They looked at the figures shrouded in white mist within the crowd, and felt... it really might be a ruse, that they were all illusions created by the Present Tathagata?
After all, if they were real, how could those Sixth Realm powerhouses in the night sky not have noticed them?
Most importantly, the bloodstains in Immortal Grave, the remains of the Ancestor, the broken armor, etc., are too glaring. They still exude the faint aura of the Sixth Realm, which cannot be faked.
"Ancestor, you..." Someone's lips trembled as they looked at the all-knowing "phantoms" around them.
A voice spoke from within the white mist, "Don't be afraid. The Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, the New Life Path —all the Grandmaster have come. Let's try to break through to the Ancestor Realm in a life-or-death battle. Fight them to the bitter end; we might not necessarily lose."
Instantly, everyone's hearts sank.
Can a newly Ancestor compare to those veteran powerhouses? Moreover, the opposing team clearly includes an old monster they encountered during the last expedition, who has survived to this day and has probably already made a preliminary glimpse into the Seventh Realm.
Grandmaster Ling Canghai spoke up, "Ancestor, please explain in detail the foundation of this Nomadic Hunting Civilization. We will fight to the death!"
A figure in the white mist nodded and said, "At this time, it's unrealistic to try to find the weaknesses of each of these powerful individuals, after all, we haven't seen them for hundreds of years. However, we can start by understanding their instincts and habits to grasp their character, and then target them accordingly."
"Please explain in detail, Ancestor!"
"Nomadic Hunting Civilization, obviously, roaming various places, plundering cultivation resources, and hunting other civilizations has become an instinct for them; destruction is always easier than construction."
In fact, such Nomadic Hunting Civilization are not uncommon in the depths of the Night Mist World.
The medicinal fields cultivated over a thousand years and the immortal trees transplanted from other people's Ancestral Court and Blessed Land can be obtained in an instant with just one hunt.
What kind of rare treasures have been nurtured in the Divergent Flame spring for hundreds of years, bearing the blessings of nine lifetimes? They could very well obtain them overnight with a single attack.
The figure in the white mist said, "The Nomadic Hunting Civilization is ruthless and merciless, always shedding blood when they venture out. Therefore, when facing them, you must not show the slightest weakness; you must be even more ruthless and cold-blooded than them. You Grandmaster must fight to the death, treating this as your last battle, only then will you have a chance to turn the tide and defy fate to change your race's destiny."
All the Grandmaster stood still, listening silently.
"The Nomadic Hunting Civilization prioritizes movement; once they suffer a setback, they can run faster than anyone else, thanks to their super Flying Mount that can relay them in an escape. Therefore, if you have the opportunity to encircle and annihilate them, you must limit their agility and speed."
The Grandmaster present listened quietly, feeling somewhat uneasy. Their fates were uncertain; how could they even discuss encirclement and annihilation?
The figure in the white mist seemed to have gone too far, expressing some regret about not achieving complete success in the past, and here they were reviewing their mistakes.
" In the Northern Region, their Ancestral Land, there are countless mountains and dense forests. Once they escape back and disappear into the endless mountains, they will be truly difficult to find."
The Ancestor of the Immortal Path, the Esoteric Sect, and the New Life Path once pursued the enemy relentlessly for hundreds of thousands of miles, heading north, traversing Endless Mountain Range, and reaching the far north, only to eventually have to give up.
The so-called far north is certainly not the end of the world.
Relatively speaking, that was merely the limit of Ancestor were capable of exploring; going any further would be extremely dangerous, and venturing deeper might result in total annihilation.
The Nomadic Hunting Civilization, discovered and driven out of the Endless Mountain Range of the Northern Region, was forced into a corner and naturally dared to venture forward, specifically seeking out the habitats of powerful races and dangerous alien civilizations, moving close to their territory.
"In the far north, where Fire Spring are scarce, lives a terrifying inhuman race. They are well-adapted to the environment, their blood possesses Lunar Yin attributes, and the place they stand can create a Yin Soil domain, making them extremely dangerous."
The illusory figure of the Ancestor in the white mist also gave a brief introduction to the situation in the far Northern Region.
"Beyond the Extremely Cold Frozen Soil lies an area of endless lava and dense volcanoes, where vast stretches of fire-resistant plants take root in the lava, lush and vibrant with life. Someone once saw an ancient Fire Parasol Tree there, with a nest on it, speculating that Phoenix once dwelled there."
Even the Grandmaster were alarmed. Did the creatures appearing in places farther away from them become more powerful?
"Most importantly, there are suspected Earth Immortal beings inhabiting that scorching land."
The Ancestor had never set foot there; they learned about it from other tribes.
Beyond the extremely hot lands where lava and Fire Spring mingle, and continuing northwards, the human race becomes completely extinct, because they cannot compete with the extremely terrifying aliens, making it far too dangerous.
In that far northern land, the Ancestor could not even approach it, let alone set foot there; all the rumors they heard from other tribes could not be verified.
"When some Winged Race migrated, some powerful individuals at the Sixth Realm attempted to travel far to explore. It is said that further Northern Region lies a Savage Wilderness landscape, filled with ancient trees and wolf forests, extremely rich in resources. There are Advanced Fire Spring there, as well as Variant Fire Spring of other colors. The things that grow from those springs are incredibly amazing and of immeasurable value."
However, the powerful Winged Race glanced into the distance for a moment and then retreated, because that vast territory was not suitable for a race that was not skilled in combat.
It was only a fleeting glance, yet it left a deep impression.
It saw a silver rat with Divine Ring its head, devouring a Four-Tusked White Elephant in the Great Barrens.
It also saw a group of purple flying ants, each as big as a stone millstone, hunting a Flood Dragon in the night sky and dragging it back into the cave.
The native species are all extremely dangerous; the competition is too fierce, bloody, and cruel.
Even more remarkably, before leaving, the Sixth Realm expert of the Winged Race had seen from above that on a great mountain, a non-human, Earth Immortal Immortal-level creature and a blood-red human skin were playing chess.
It fled without looking back, never daring to linger.
As for the more distant northern lands beyond the Savage Wilderness Domain, they are completely shrouded in mist, everything is unknown, because even the dominant creatures of the skies are unwilling to venture deep into them.
Some of the Grandmaster present were speechless. With a formidable enemy at hand, the Ancestor remained calm and composed, explaining the surrounding environment to them.
The illusory figure of the Ancestor sighed, "The territory we inhabit is truly small compared to the vast and boundless Night Mist World, as insignificant as a speck of dust. This Nomadic Hunting Civilization first fled north, and then westward. Even considering only the straight-line distance, they have only traversed hundreds of thousands of miles, not exceeding the limit of a million miles. Their activity range can still only be considered a corner of the land."
According to those Winged Race and other races with whom they had friendly exchanges, in the more distant lands, there may no longer be any humans, but only mysterious and unknown powerful races.
As for the so-called Earth Immortal Dynasty of the human race, it is only a legend that is suspected to be false.
The illusory figure of the Ancestor in the white mist looked at them and said, "You are all Grandmaster. You must shoulder your responsibilities, live and die, break through here, and after fighting the Nomadic Hunting Civilization, you must return to defend as soon as possible. I am worried that the Demon Civilization deep in the Divine Grief God's Fall Plain, as well as those Godlike creatures, will also be restless. Relying on the creatures of the Desolate Land and the few Ancestor guarding the place is not safe enough."
Instantly, everyone felt a chill run down their spines.
Even the Grandmaster were stunned, unable to cope with what was happening, and the Ancestor was still putting pressure on them!
In reality, breaking through in the heat of battle is just a legend; how many people can actually do it? Among so Grandmaster, it would be quite good if even two or three of them could come close.
Cultivation requires accumulation, and breakthroughs require enlightenment. If you're blinded by bloodlust during a great battle, how can you talk about having a peaceful State of Mind to break through? You can only rely on sheer courage and brute force to charge through.
"Prepare for battle. It's your turn to take the lead. If you win, you'll go to another battlefield, one that will determine the fate of your clan!" said the illusory figure in the white mist.
"Ancestor, please stop, we cannot bear this responsibility!" a Grandmaster said with a heavy heart.
All the Grandmaster from the Three Paths raised their weapons and unleashed their extraordinary treasures, preparing for a decisive battle against the Nomadic Hunting Civilization. There was no way out; their only option was to fight with their blood and courage.
Boom!
Instantly, Chongxiao killing intent erupted from them.
The other young men and disciples all wore sorrowful expressions. Their State of Mind had fluctuated greatly today. A Buddha of this Present Tathagata staging an empty city ploy, but he could not withstand the terrifying force. In the end, he would have to face the Hunter-Gatherers on the sky and the ferocious birds and beasts.
At this moment, many of the high-ranking members of the Hunting Civilization used their pupil techniques to carefully investigate and discovered that the Immortal Grave area was littered with bones, all of which were the remains of the Sixth Realm powerhouses, and were not fake.
"Prepare to annihilate them!" Several old monsters roared in the night sky.
The Grandmaster, their eyes bloodshot, immediately roared, "Kill!"
At this moment, the Present Tathagata stopped them, saying, "You all, calm down first."
"To break through this barrier, you need to be resolute and determined, you need that kind of unwavering spirit. Did you experience that just now? Some of you did very well, while others may still be feeling uncertain. Regardless, these are all your genuine experiences. Remember that feeling!"
The figures in the white mist solidified, revealing the figures of many Ancestor.
Immediately, the crowd fell silent once more.
Today, their feelings are beyond words. The Ancestor first perished, then were resurrected, then only one Present Tathagata performed the Empty City Stratagem, and then they all reappeared!
Many of the young disciples still had tears in their eyes, and the passionate, resolute expressions of some preparing for a bloody battle were frozen on their faces.
One of the Ancestor said, "You are all good children. How could we bear to risk our lives? It's too early for you to face experts of the Sixth Realm. Prepare to kill those Hunter-Gatherers of similar level to you later. Go and hone your skills!"
"This time, have you really been resurrected?" Even a Immortal Seed was somewhat doubtful of life.
"Yes!" replied the female Ancestor Yu Shaohua.
Someone asked, "The scene ahead—a ground littered with bones and flesh, and shattered armor... even the Ancestor of the alien race couldn't see through it?"
Moreover, with so many Ancestor standing here, didn't the alien races in the night sky sense it?
"A month ago, we said we would light the so-called ' Burning Dao Incense.' You didn't really think we would give such a good thing to the evil immortals in the underworld to enjoy, did you?"
That's actually "Mirage Incense"!
With just this simple response, many people guessed what was going on.
Thirty-four years ago, the Ancestor joined forces to kill a Seventh Realm Mirage Immortal. Its greatest skill was to deceive people by creating illusions, making it Qingxu and the illusory.
In fact, the Immortal Grave has never been attacked and still stands in front of us.
One of the Ancestor spoke up, "If we wish to explore the depths of the Night Mist World, we must first eliminate any harassment or threats from neighboring areas!"
This Nomadic Hunting Civilization has always lingered on the outside, and when humanity is vulnerable internally, they will inevitably take advantage of the situation. A group of Ancestor were still figuring out how to catch them, but they took the bait first. Naturally, the Ancestor had to follow the bait and catch them instead.
"Today, we will slaughter you all to avenge our masters and ancestors, annihilate your lineages, and destroy your ancestral Ancestral Court and Blessed Land!" In the night sky, some powerful alien beings of the Sixth Realm appeared and pressed forward.
"I heard someone wants to settle this with a three-arrow duel?" He Lian Chengyun, now in his youthful form, stepped forward, a red mark between his brows, his Scarlet Gold Armor clanging loudly.
He instantly drew his bow and fired three Arrow Feathers into the sky.
There stood a powerful Two-Headed Werewolf Race, his pupils wide with shock. He drew his bow and fired three arrows, each carrying a terrifying Daoist aura!
Rumble!
Between heaven and earth, it was as if several Solar Yang had collided, bursting forth with terrifying light that illuminated the entire desert.
As the light faded, the Two-Headed Werewolf Race's body trembled slightly, covered in blood. Most of the flesh had peeled away from his strong right arm, revealing the bone beneath.
His right side, scalp, and ears were ripped off by the terrifying arrow light.
He Lian Chengyun spoke calmly, "You think you're worthy to fight me with arrows? Four hundred and fifty years ago, if it weren't for your brother standing in front of you, you would have been dead long ago!"
"Let's go!" The leaders of the Nomadic Hunting Civilization were decisive and led their men to retreat, because the enemy's leaders were not dead and had been waiting for them to appear.
Suddenly, the desert erupted in a frenzy, with endless beams of runic light rising up, and thirty-six Divine Stakes pillars, like pillars supporting the sky, appeared and stood firm in all directions of the vast desert.
"Golden Lion, didn't you ask me if I'm still alive? I, Leng Mingkong, am here!" A young man with a full head of black hair said as he ascended into the sky.
He moved faster than lightning, charging straight at the enemy.
A deafening explosion echoed through the night sky as he clashed with the lion-like, blond old man.
Leng Mingkong's black hair fluttered in the wind, his body brimming with vitality, every inch of his body flowing with immortal radiance. He stood in mid-air, like Heavenly Immortal Descends.
Golden Lion was sent flying far away, coughing up blood. He had been sent flying to the horizon by a punch formed from Leng Mingkong 'Consciousness Spirit Light.
On the ground, many of the young disciples were about to cheer.
An Ancestor stopped them, saying, "Pioneering is no small matter. Don't let momentary emotions control your mind. Even the Ancestor might die in the coming days. Prepare for battle!"
This is a long chapter. I'll take a break this weekend. Thank you to all my readers.