The Myriad Races Battlefield underwent a sudden, drastic change!
The earth split open with savage wounds, and endless Netherworld creatures poured out like a tide, roaring as they lunged at the nearest living beings. Dense Death Qi carried the power to corrode souls and minds. Many weaker cultivators instantly became glassy-eyed, gray corpse spots surfacing across their skin, showing signs of being directly transformed into Netherworld corpse puppets!
"Form the formation! Hurry and defend!"
"Hold the exit! Don't panic!"
"How did the Netherworld Clan break through the battlefield's rules? There must be a traitor!"
After the brief chaos, the leading disciples of the various top academies roared one after another, trying to stabilize the situation. Those who had come here were all prodigies; though startled, they did not lose their heads. All manner of protective treasures and defensive formations rose into the sky, resisting the spreading Netherworld Death Qi.
However, the Netherworld Clan had clearly come prepared this time.
The Netherworld creatures crawling out of the ground were immensely powerful. Among them were terrifying beings equivalent to the Tai Xu Realm and even the Saint Realm. They possessed no intelligence, only the instincts to slaughter and devour. Fearless of death, they instantly smashed through several smaller defensive circles, and screams rose and fell without end.
Even more chilling was the fact that the spreading Netherworld Death Qi was continuously eroding the battlefield's spatial laws. The world's rejection of the Netherworld Clan grew weaker and weaker, and it even began suppressing the circulation of Spiritual Power for cultivators from the Three Thousand Dao Domains!
Meanwhile, outside the Myriad Races Battlefield, an uproar had already erupted before the enormous light screen.
The image on the light screen, which had originally displayed the rankings of the prodigies' points, fluctuated violently before shifting to reflect the apocalyptic scene within the battlefield.
"The Netherworld Clan! The Netherworld Clan has launched a massive invasion!"
"How could they possibly break through the battlefield's rules?!"
"That is... the Netherworld Blood Sacrifice Great Array! They want to use all the prodigies as blood sacrifices! Damn it! Our Saint Son is still inside!"
The elders and powerful leaders from the various academies and sects instantly underwent drastic changes in expression. Shock and fury mingled as their vast auras erupted uncontrollably, shaking the void without cease.
"Netherworld Clan! You dare violate the Myriad Races Pact and openly invade the battlefield! Are you trying to ignite a war across the Dao Domains?!" An elder from an ancient Central Continent clan roared at the void, his beard and hair bristling as his voice shook all directions. His direct grandson was within the battlefield, and he was frantic with worry.
"A pact? Hmph, why should we speak of pacts with demonic Outer Dao?" A Saint King from Heavenly Palace Academy had a face as dark as water. He too was worried for his academy's prodigies, but he was even more enraged by the Netherworld Clan's utter lawlessness.
At the head seat, Jiang Daoxuan's face darkened. As a Supreme, he naturally understood the situation within the battlefield even more clearly. But once he intervened, the battlefield would inevitably collapse.
This was a dead end.
"Using the battlefield's prodigies as blood food to welcome the Crown Prince's descent... what a grand move!" Within the battlefield, Yun Mengyao's lovely face was covered in frost.
Xuanyuan Che stood atop a mountain with his hands behind his back, his robes snapping in the violent wind, untouched by the slightest speck of dust.
In the distance, an enormous altar built from white bones and resentful souls was slowly rising. A passage wreathed in endless Netherworld Death Qi was about to take shape, and a terrifying aura that made souls tremble seeped out from within.
That aura far surpassed a Saint King!
"Netherworld Crown Prince..." A teasing curve lifted at Xuanyuan Che's lips. "This is somewhat interesting. He wants to use the blood and souls of this realm's prodigies to forcibly create a clone capable of bearing part of his origin, then descend through it? Not a bad calculation."
He inhaled softly. The Chaos apertures throughout his body opened and closed slightly, and that Death Qi was actually drawn into him like a hundred rivers flowing into the sea. After being converted by his Chaos Dao Foundation, it became pure Chaos energy and nourished him in return.
Chaos embraced all things, evolved all things, and could also devour and assimilate all things! Mere Netherworld Death Qi was only another form of energy. How could it possibly corrode the Innate Chaos Dao Body?
"Since that is the case, then I shall go meet this Netherworld Crown Prince." Xuanyuan Che took a step forward, and layers of Chaos Runes naturally formed in the void beneath his feet, carrying him toward the battlefield's core.
Wherever he passed, the surging Netherworld Death Qi retreated as if it had encountered a king. Those hideous Netherworld creatures instinctively felt terror and only whimpered, not daring to approach.
Yun Mengyao and the others followed closely behind. With Xuanyuan Che clearing the way, they were scarcely affected by the Netherworld Death Qi, allowing them to fully display their strength.
The group became like a sharp sword, stabbing straight into the heart of the battlefield!
Along the way, they encountered quite a few groups of cultivators besieged by Netherworld creatures. With a casual sweep of his hand, Xuanyuan Che sent Chaos Qi across the field, clearing away swathes of Netherworld creatures and saving those despairing prodigies.
Those who were rescued were often still trembling from shock. They saw only a hazy figure wreathed in Chaos, followed by the familiar trio from Eastern Xuan Academy, and instantly understood who it was. Alongside their tearful gratitude came utter shock at Xuanyuan Che's terrifying strength.
Very soon, the four of them neared the core region.
Here, the Death Qi had nearly become tangible, and even divine sense was greatly suppressed. The white-bone altar towered into the sky. Around it stood dozens of Netherworld Clan cultivators clad in black robes. The three leading them radiated the fluctuations of Saint Kings.
They were presiding over the ritual, chanting ancient and sinister incantations. The passage above the altar grew clearer and clearer, while that Supreme aura became increasingly dense.
"Stop!"
A Netherworld Clan Saint King noticed the four of them and abruptly turned his head. Two scarlet beams shot out from beneath his black robe as he said in a hoarse, icy voice, "Those who trespass upon the altar shall die!"
He struck directly. His withered palm slammed out, drawing upon endless Death Qi to form a Netherworld ghost claw that covered the heavens and blotted out the sun. It descended, intending to crush the four of them to pieces.
"Get lost!" Thunder Roar Ravine roared. His hands had long been itching for a fight. Thunder erupted as he threw a punch, a thunder dragon roaring forth to collide head-on with the ghost claw.
Lightning and Death Qi intertwined and exploded. Thunder Roar Ravine's body shook as he retreated half a step, while the Netherworld Clan Saint King's ghost claw was likewise shattered by the lightning.
"Hmm? You can actually receive one strike from this king?" The Netherworld Clan Saint King was somewhat surprised. He had clearly not expected a mere Tai Xu Realm cultivator to possess such combat power.
"You talk too much!" Thunder Roar Ravine's battle intent boiled over as he took the initiative to charge forward. Lightning ran rampant as he engaged the Netherworld Clan Saint King in fierce battle. Though Thunder Roar Ravine appeared to be on the defensive, neither side could gain the upper hand for the moment.
The other two Netherworld Clan Saint Kings saw this, and their eyes turned cold. They stepped forward at the same time, about to join forces and suppress him.
Mu Qingxue raised two fingers in a sword gesture. The Wuchen Sword released a clear sword cry, its sword intent locking onto one of them. Yun Mengyao also brought out the Seven-Colored Spirit-Nourishing Cauldron. Dragons and tigers intertwined within the cauldron, while pill fire turned into runes and shrouded the other.
A great battle erupted in an instant, yet the scales of victory did not tilt toward either side for the time being.
Xuanyuan Che smiled softly at the sight. His gaze fell upon the passage that was about to take form.
He could sense that the bloodline essence of the so-called Netherworld Crown Prince beyond the passage was quite high. It even carried a trace of... Emperor Qi?
Interesting. Could he be the offspring of some Netherworld Emperor? Xuanyuan Che guessed inwardly, but his steps did not stop as he walked straight toward the altar.
"Stop him!" the Netherworld Clan Saint King battling Yun Mengyao shouted sharply.
Around the altar, the dozens of Netherworld Clan Saint Realm cultivators attacked simultaneously. All kinds of killing moves poured toward Xuanyuan Che like a torrential downpour. Xuanyuan Che did not even look at them. A faint halo of Chaos light automatically appeared around him.
All attacks that fell into the Chaos halo were like clay oxen vanishing into the sea. They did not raise even a ripple before being completely assimilated and absorbed.
His pace remained unchanged as he continued forward.
Those Netherworld Clan cultivators turned pale in horror, unable to believe what they were seeing.
"Chaos aura... You... you are a Chaos Dao Body?!" At last, a widely knowledgeable Netherworld Clan Saint cried out in terror, his voice filled with fear. "Impossible! How could such a physique appear in the Lower Realm?!"
Chaos was the ancestor of all energies, standing above ten thousand Daos! It possessed absolute suppression over Netherworld Death Qi!
No, it was over all things. To single out the Netherworld Clan was actually giving them too much credit.
Xuanyuan Che finally arrived beneath the altar. Slowly raising his head, he looked toward the spinning passage.
He extended a finger and flicked it lightly toward the passage.
"Playing tricks and masquerading as gods."
"Get out here."
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