Passage Appears, Crown Prince Approaches

The Myriad Races Battlefield undergoes a sudden, drastic change!

The earth splits open with grotesque wounds, and endless Netherworld creatures surge out like a tide, roaring as they assault the nearest beings. A dense death qi, possessing the power to corrode the soul, instantly leaves cultivators of weaker standing with vacant eyes. Gray, decaying corpse spots appear on their skin, showing signs of them directly transforming into Netherworld corpse puppets!

"Form ranks! Quickly form ranks for defense!"

"Hold the exit! Don't panic!"

"How could the Netherworld Clan break through the battlefield's rules? There must be an inside traitor!"

After a brief period of chaos, the leading disciples from the major top-tier academies shouted out, attempting to stabilize the situation. Those who could arrive here were all Prodigies. Though shocked, they did not descend into chaos. Various protective magical treasures and defensive formations erupted into the sky, resisting the pervasive Netherworld death qi.

However, the Netherworld Clan had clearly come prepared this time.

The Netherworld creatures crawling from underground possessed formidable strength, with many being terrifying existences equivalent to the Tai Xu Realm, or even the Saint Realm. They lacked intelligence, driven only by the instinct to kill and devour. Fearless and unyielding, they instantly crushed several smaller defensive perimeters, and screams echoed one after another.

What was even more chilling was that the pervasive Netherworld death qi was continuously eroding the spatial rules of the battlefield itself, causing the world's repulsion of the Netherworld Clan to weaken. It even began to suppress the spiritual power circulation of the Three Thousand Dao Domains cultivators in reverse!

Concurrently, outside the Myriad Races Battlefield, in front of the massive light screen, a commotion had already erupted.

On the light screen, the display that originally showed the points rankings of the various Prodigies fluctuated violently, then shifted to reflect the apocalyptic scene unfolding within the battlefield.

"The Netherworld Clan! It's a full-scale invasion by the Netherworld Clan!"

"How could they possibly break through the battlefield's rules?!"

"That's... the Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Great Array! They're going to blood sacrifice all the Prodigies! Damn it! My clan's Saint Son is still inside!"

Elders and leading experts from various academies and sects instantly had their expressions change drastically. Shock and anger mingled, their immense auras erupting uncontrollably, causing the void to tremble.

"Netherworld Clan! How dare you violate the Myriad Races Covenant and openly invade the battlefield! Are you trying to ignite a war between the Dao Domains?!" An elder from an ancient family of the Central Continent, his beard and hair bristling, roared at the void, his voice shaking the surroundings. His direct descendant was inside the battlefield, and he was burning with anxiety.

"Covenant? Hmph, why should we speak of covenants with demons and heretics!" A Saint King from the Heavenly Palace Academy's expression was as dark as water. He was also worried about his clan's Prodigies, but more so enraged by the Netherworld Clan's recklessness.

At the head seat, Jiang Daoxuan's expression was grim. As a Supreme Being, he naturally understood the situation within the battlefield even better. However, if he were to act, the battlefield would inevitably collapse.

This was a dead end.

"Using the Prodigies of the battlefield as blood food to welcome the Crown Prince's descent... what grand ambition!" Within the battlefield, Yun Mengyao's delicate face was frosty.

Xuanyuan Che stood with his hands behind his back on the mountaintop, his robes fluttering in the raging wind, unstained by dust.

In the distance, a colossal altar constructed from white bones and resentful souls was slowly rising. The passage entwined with endless Netherworld death qi was about to form, and a terrifying aura that made souls tremble was seeping out from it.

That aura far surpassed that of a Saint King!

"Netherworld Crown Prince..." Xuanyuan Che's lips curved into a playful arc. "This is rather interesting. They want to use the blood and souls of this world's Prodigies to forcibly shape a clone capable of bearing some of his origin to descend? A clever plan indeed."

He inhaled gently, the Chaos orifices around his body slightly opening and closing. The death qi, as if rivers flowing into the sea, was drawn into his body. After being transformed by his Chaos Dao Foundation, it became pure Chaos energy, feeding back into him.

Chaos encompasses all things, evolves all things, and can also devour and assimilate all things! How could mere Netherworld death qi, which was merely a form of energy, corrupt the Innate Chaos Dao Body?

"Since that is the case, then I shall go and meet this Netherworld Crown Prince." Xuanyuan Che took a step forward, and Chaos Runes naturally formed beneath his feet, supporting him as he moved towards the core of the battlefield.

Wherever he passed, the surging Netherworld death qi retreated as if encountering a king. The grotesque Netherworld creatures instinctively felt fear, whimpering and not daring to approach.

Yun Mengyao and the others followed closely behind. With Xuanyuan Che clearing the path, they were barely affected by the Netherworld death qi, allowing their strength to be fully displayed.

The group moved like sharp swords, piercing directly into the depths of the battlefield!

Along the way, they also encountered several cultivator teams being besieged by Netherworld creatures. With a casual wave of his hand, Xuanyuan Che's Chaos Qi swept through, clearing a large area of Netherworld creatures and saving those desperate Prodigies.

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Those rescued were often still shaken, only catching a glimpse of a blurry Chaos figure and the familiar Eastern Xuan Academy trio behind him. They instantly understood who it was, and while filled with gratitude, they were also shocked by how terrifying Xuanyuan Che's strength was.

Soon, the four approached the core area.

The death qi here had almost become tangible, and divine sense was greatly suppressed. The white bone altar stood majestically. Around the altar stood dozens of robed Netherworld Clan cultivators. Among them, the leading three exuded Saint King-level fluctuations.

They were presiding over the ritual, chanting ancient and sinister incantations. The passage above the altar became increasingly clear, and that Supreme Being aura grew more intense.

"Halt!"

A Netherworld Clan Saint King detected the four and suddenly turned his head. Two scarlet beams of light shot out from beneath his black robe, his voice hoarse and cold. "Those who trespass upon the altar shall die!"

He attacked directly, his withered palm striking out, summoning endless death qi to form a Netherworld ghost claw that blotted out the sky and covered the earth, intending to crush the four.

"Get lost!" Thunder Roar Ravine roared. Having long been itching for a fight, he unleashed his thunder, punching out with a roaring thunder dragon that clashed head-on with the ghost claw.

Lightning and death qi intertwined and exploded. Thunder Roar Ravine's body trembled, and he took half a step back, while the Netherworld Clan Saint King's ghost claw was shattered by the lightning.

"Hmm? You can actually withstand this King's attack?" The Netherworld Clan Saint King was slightly surprised, clearly not expecting someone in the mere Tai Xu Realm to possess such combat power.

"So much nonsense!" Thunder Roar Ravine's battle spirit surged, and he charged forward, thunder raging as he engaged the Netherworld Clan Saint King in fierce combat. Although Thunder Roar Ravine appeared to be passively taking hits, they were surprisingly evenly matched for a time.

Seeing this, the other two Netherworld Clan Saint Kings' eyes turned cold. They took a step forward simultaneously, intending to join forces and suppress him.

Mu Qingxue guided her sword finger, and the Wuchen Sword let out a clear ringing sound. Her Sword Intent locked onto one of them. Yun Mengyao also summoned the Seven-Colored Spirit-Nourishing Cauldron. Within the cauldron, dragons and tigers intertwined, and alchemical fire transformed into runes, enveloping the other.

The battle erupted instantly, and the scales of victory did not tip towards any side for the moment.

Seeing this, Xuanyuan Che chuckled softly. His gaze fell upon the passage that was about to take shape.

He could sense that the so-called Netherworld Crown Prince behind the passage had a rather high bloodline essence, even carrying a trace of... Emperor Qi?

"Interesting, could he be the offspring of some Netherworld Great Emperor?" Xuanyuan Che speculated inwardly, but his steps did not stop as he walked directly towards the altar.

"Stop him!" The Netherworld Clan Saint King, who was fighting Yun Mengyao, shouted sternly.

Around the altar, dozens of Netherworld Clan cultivators at the Saint Realm simultaneously attacked, unleashing a barrage of killing moves like a torrential rain toward Xuanyuan Che. Xuanyuan Che didn't even look, a faint halo of Chaos light automatically appearing around his body.

All attacks fell into the Chaos halo, disappearing without a trace like a stone sinking into the sea, completely assimilated and absorbed without even stirring a ripple.

His steps remained steady as he continued forward.

The Netherworld Clan cultivators were aghast, their faces drained of color, unable to believe it.

"Chaos aura... You... Are you a Chaos Dao Body?!" Finally, a well-informed Netherworld Clan Saint shrieked, his voice filled with terror, "Impossible! How could this kind of physique appear in the Lower Realm?!"

Chaos, the ancestor of all Qi, reigns supreme over all Daos! It possesses absolute suppression over Netherworld death Qi!

No, it suppresses all things; singling out the Netherworld is actually elevating it.

Xuanyuan Che finally reached the base of the altar and slowly looked up at the rotating passage.

He extended a finger, pointed it at the passage, and flicked it lightly.

"Putting on a show."

"Get out here."