Chapter 23

He was puzzled, but suddenly spat out a mouthful of dark golden Buddha's Blood and realized that the White Tiger Divine Race might be facing the danger of annihilation.

On the other side, the White Tiger Divine Venerable also sensed something amiss. After making repeated calculations, he concluded that the destiny of the Primordial World was targeting them, perhaps as punishment for throwing the Western Land into chaos and disorder.

The White Tiger Divine Venerable decided to seize the Western Land and no longer fear destiny.

At the same time, Demon Ancestor Rahu also sensed something strange. He saw more than the others did; it seemed that a new Chosen of Destiny was plotting behind the scenes.

Luohu remained unmoved by this change. Instead, he seemed to have guessed something and waited with interest for the story behind it to unfold.

As time passed, the situation in the Western Land did not change drastically. It remained incomparably chaotic, with battles raging without end and the number of fallen Grand Unity Venerable Gods continuing to rise.

After countless Grand Unity Venerable Gods fell in the Western Land, a sliver of vitality emerged, but turbulent undercurrents surged beneath the surface.

It was as if someone behind the scenes was ** manipulating everything. The corpses and shattered remains on the ancient battlefield vanished without a trace, and the number of chaotic You Hun decreased.

Tai Ming, a being with Primordial Unity characteristics, was utterly unafraid of these beings noticing him.

He collected the final You Hun left behind after a Grand Unity Venerable God's Dao transformation, intending to give his enemies despair as they fell from heaven into hell during the great battle.

His Ghost Dao was shocking enough to remain etched in people's memories forever.

Although Tai Ming's strength was comparable to that of a Grand Unity Venerable God, he still faced the Demonic Dao of nearly half the living beings in the Primordial Western Land, as well as the challenges of Mount Sumeru and the White Tiger Divine Race.

He spent a thousand years traveling throughout the Western Land, using the Netherworld Ghost Seal to transform dead souls and You Hun into Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Gods.

His unexpected harvest was the You Hun left behind by Grand Unity Venerable Gods after their Dao transformations. These You Hun possessed the traits of Grand Unity beings and were superb materials for Ghost Gods.

He also discovered that if Ghost Soldiers and Ghost Gods could obtain their original bodies, their strength would become even greater, providing support to the Corpse Dao lineage.

Now, even Tai Ming himself no longer knew how many Ghost Gods were inside the Netherworld Ghost Seal. He only knew that there were vast numbers of Ghost Generals and Ghost Kings.

Today, in the ancestral land of the White Tiger Divine Race in the Land of the Far West—in other words, atop the ancestral vein of the Essence of Metal in the Western Land—a thrilling decisive battle unfolded.

A Grand Unity Venerable God conducting his daily patrol suddenly discovered an endless spatial rift splitting open in the sky. A moment later, demonic energy surged out like a curtain blotting out the heavens.

Before the Grand Unity Venerable God could react, countless Demonic Dao armies had already appeared before him.

The White Tiger Grand Unity Venerable God let out a heaven-shaking tiger roar, instantly spreading news of the enemy attack throughout the entire White Tiger ancestral land.

At that moment, a figure as imposing as a god or demon appeared at the very front of the White Tiger Clan. It was the ancestor of the White Tiger Divine Race—the White Tiger Divine Venerable! His wild white hair and White Tiger divine markings released the profound meaning of the Divine Path, instantly intimidating the entire void and even forcing the demonic army to retreat half a step.

At that moment, a cold, emotionless voice rang out of thin air.

It turned out that a black-robed figure had been standing before the White Tiger Divine Venerable all along. That person was Luohu.

He was unfathomable, like an Abyss. With a single glance, he seemed capable of devouring the White Tiger.

His pressure shook the entire White Tiger Divine Race, and the White Tiger Divine Race's momentum was instantly suppressed by the Demonic Dao army.

The White Tiger Divine Venerable's expression darkened. He had never expected that the White Tiger Divine Race under his command would be suppressed so thoroughly.

Faced with this, he snorted coldly and said, "Nothing but petty tricks!"

Luohu merely narrowed his eyes slightly, the corners of his lips curving upward as he replied, "A method is a method. As long as it works, that's enough."

He then exposed the White Tiger Divine Venerable's history of defeat: "I wonder whether you have improved since your last defeat at my hands, when you lost the White Emperor Throne. Can you entertain me this time?"

At that moment, Luohu seemed to control the entire battlefield. His presence placed enormous pressure on the entire White Tiger Divine Race.

Yet the great battle had only just begun, and no one could predict what would happen in the future.

The White Tiger Divine Venerable suddenly felt pain, his expression changing drastically. He then erupted with terrifying pressure and sent it crashing toward Luohu.

Luohu provoked him contemptuously. The White Tiger Divine Venerable answered in fury, swearing to wash away his humiliation.

The two vanished from their original positions in an instant, their battle surpassing the limits of everyone's understanding.

Jidu Demon God of the Demonic Dao announced the Demon Ancestor's orders, stirring the emotions of the Demonic Dao masses and sending them to attack the White Tiger Divine Race with all their might.

The White Tiger Divine Race's ancestral land activated its defensive formation, and the two sides engaged in fierce combat.

The Land of the Far West was reduced to ruins. The White Tiger Divine Race pulled back its forces, while the Demonic Dao still retained thirty percent of its strength.

The Demonic Dao's power was strange and naturally restrained the White Tiger Divine Race. As a result, the White Tiger Divine Race suffered heavy losses, and some of its members fell into the Demonic Dao because their wills were not firm enough.

Facing the attacks of the Demonic Dao masses, the White Tiger Divine Race had to deal not only with the enemies around them but also remain wary of members of their own clan falling into the Demonic Dao.

Under such pressure, the Demonic Dao suppressed the White Tiger Divine Race all the way.

Just as the defensive formation of the White Tiger ancestral land was on the verge of collapse and the Demonic Dao masses were arrogantly jeering, an unexpected event occurred.

A deafening tiger roar suddenly came from beneath the Land of the Far West.

The despairing White Tiger Divine Race suddenly rallied. They knelt on the ground and shouted in unison to welcome the awakening of an important figure—Divine Lord Jian Bing.

At that moment, it seemed as if the four directions were all welcoming Divine Lord Jian Bing's awakening.

The Demonic Dao masses began to withdraw. At their head stood Jidu Demon God, the First Demon God.

Divine Lord Jian Bing was one of the Four True Spirits transformed from the Wind of Creation, the power of the Four Symbols Origin Power of Heaven and Earth. He was also the true trump card of the White Tiger Clan.

The so-called Four Spirits were symbols of the four great origin powers that had existed at the beginning of the Primordial World: Eternal Water, Annihilation Fire, Wind of Creation, and Infinite Land.

Later, these Four Symbols Origin Power gave birth to all things in the Primordial World and left behind the Four True Spirits. They transformed into the Four Directional Creation Divine Beasts, guarding the Four Extremes of the Primordial World and becoming known as the Tianyi Four Spirits.

The Azure Dragon Divine Beast was also known as Divine Lord Mengzhang and was transformed from Eternal Water; the Vermilion Bird Divine Beast was also known as Divine Lord Lingguang and was transformed from Annihilation Fire; the White Tiger Divine Beast was Divine Lord Jian Bing, transformed from the Wind of Creation; and the Xuanwu Divine Beast was also known as Zhiming Divine Lord, transformed from Infinite Land.

When Kirin Zhonghuang Divine Lord, one of the Five Directions Divine Lords, appeared, the might of the Five Directions Divine Race became even more apparent.

He was not born from the Tianyi Four Spirits. Rather, he had been transformed from the feet of the Pangu Clan and originated from Buzhou Mountain.

Among Primal Kirin and Ancestor Kirin, Ancestor Kirin was none other than Kirin Zhonghuang Divine Lord.

It was precisely because of the existence of these Four Directional Creation Divine Beasts that the Five Directions Divine Race could become the five overlords of the world.

At that moment, Divine Lord Jian Bing of the White Tiger Divine Race awakened, even though the White Tiger Clan had already fallen into dire straits.

Within the vastness of his voice lay sorrow. "The new epoch has finally arrived. Why must I be the one to bear the twists of fate this time?"

His words were distant and profound, echoing throughout Heaven and Earth. Only his voice could be heard; his figure remained unseen.

The entire Land of the Far West had originally been part of Divine Lord Jian Bing's back. The sight was astounding: the shattered divine mountains and sacred peaks were as tiny before him as his fur.

The powerful Demonic Dao cultivators were all shocked and pale at the sight. The might of White Tiger Jianbing Divine Lord was enough to awaken the fear within every living being's instincts.

Yet he turned his head to gaze in another direction.

This was the quiet moment before the other Supreme Being of the West, aside from Luohu—Nameless Ascetic Monk of Mount Sumeru—appeared.

"A fellow Daoist participated in this operation. This Divine Lord is somewhat puzzled."

The Ascetic Monk answered Divine Lord Jian Bing's doubt, explaining that joining forces with Luohu had merely used the Tai Ming incident as an excuse.

"In truth, it was to balance the strength between both sides."

A deeper secret lay hidden in his heart. Neither he nor Luohu could deal with the combined strength of the two Divine Races. Therefore, before the White Tiger Divine Race was completely eradicated, the conflict between them was merely a façade.

The true cooperation stemmed from their calculations regarding the balance of power.

The story behind this great battle was intricate and complicated, and even more turbulent undercurrents had yet to surface.

As White Tiger Jianbing Divine Lord listened to the Ascetic Monk's explanation, he deeply realized that only a stronger White Tiger Divine Race could truly face the challenges of the future.

But now... he was not strong enough! This was the real problem.

Given the current situation, Divine Lord, you should understand the ** of the Western Land.

As long as we reach a consensus and stop interfering in the affairs of the West, we will not oppose the White Tiger Divine Race.

In this situation, Nameless Ascetic Monk was more inclined to observe developments, because he understood that both the Demonic Dao and the White Tiger Divine Race had suffered severe blows, while the Mount Sumeru lineage alone remained unharmed.

Therefore, if they rashly went to war now, Mount Sumeru would undoubtedly be exposed to attacks from both sides.

But if he could persuade Divine Lord Jian Bing to cease hostilities, he could reap the benefits as the fisherman while the snipe and clam struggled. In the future, he might even be able to make Mount Sumeru leap into the position of overlord of the Western Land.

Divine Lord Jian Bing fell into deep thought upon hearing this proposal.

After a long while, he replied, "Your proposal is certainly beautiful, fellow Daoist, but I no longer interfere in the affairs of the White Tiger Divine Race.

"If the White Tiger Divine Race had not encountered a crisis this time, I would not have appeared.

"Therefore, the authority to wage war or make peace lies in the hands of the White Tiger Divine Venerable."

His tone revealed a deep wariness of Luohu. "Moreover, even if I am willing to have the White Tiger Divine Race withdraw from the battle, Luohu's attitude remains unknown."

At the mention of Luohu, a trace of unease flashed through Divine Lord Jian Bing's eyes.

Just then, two figures suddenly descended from the void.

One stood calmly in the wind as usual, while the other seemed gravely wounded and fell toward Divine Lord Jian Bing's true body.

Both Nameless Ascetic Monk and Divine Lord Jian Bing were shocked by the sight.

"How is this possible?"

They had long anticipated that Luohu was powerful, but they had not expected him to beat the White Tiger Divine Venerable into such a state in so short a time.

For beings at their level, recovery was instantaneous unless they suffered a Great Dao Injury.

Yet the White Tiger Divine Venerable now seemed to have suffered an unimaginable blow and was unable even to recover.

This showed that Luohu's true strength far exceeded their imagination and estimates.

At that moment, Nameless Ascetic Monk seemed to hear some kind of voice.

Ascetic Monk, this is the perfect opportunity.

The White Tiger Divine Venerable is no longer a threat.

We should join forces against Divine Lord Jian Bing. We will certainly win with ease.

In an instant, Nameless Ascetic Monk realized that this was Luohu's scheme.

He guessed that Divine Lord Jian Bing had heard those words as well. Thus, the two of them feared one another and would not rashly join forces against Luohu.

Sure enough, he felt Divine Lord Jian Bing's gaze fall upon him.

However, a tremendous change occurred on the battlefield at that very moment.

A deafening roar rang out: ┗|｀O|┛Awoooooo~~~~. It turned out that Divine Lord Jian Bing's enormous true body seemed to have discovered something.

Nameless Ascetic Monk was shocked to discover that the White Tiger Divine Venerable, who should have been gravely wounded and unable to recover, had somehow launched a fatal strike. He had torn a terrifying wound into Divine Lord Jian Bing's true body.

Even more strangely, black energy surged from the wound and rapidly spread, causing bizarre, uncontrolled laws to emerge from Divine Lord Jian Bing's flesh and blood.

The sight terrified everyone.

Nameless Ascetic Monk and Divine Lord Jian Bing thought that Luohu might be involved. Their expressions changed drastically as they looked toward him.

Was it you? They realized that no one but Luohu could have accomplished something of this magnitude.

They were horrified by Luohu's ability to control the White Tiger Divine Venerable's power and worried that someone around them might also have been controlled by Luohu.

At that moment, Luohu said, "When did you decide that you were on the same level as me? And when did you get the impression that you had not been controlled?"

His attitude was domineering beyond measure, as though he did not even regard Nameless Ascetic Monk and Divine Lord Jian Bing.

Unlike his low-key plotting before, Luohu now revealed a far more terrifying and overbearing side.

The figure of the White Tiger Divine Venerable appeared beside the fallen one, leaving Divine Lord Jian Bing extremely shocked.