Great Melee in the Void God Realm

"I admit... victory."

The War Goddess spoke with a look of utter humiliation. This was the most stifling battle she had ever "won," and her gaze toward Su Ye was filled with icy chill.

"..."

Lord Bird stared at the War Goddess in astonishment, momentarily at a loss for words. Was this really a victory?

"What are you standing there stunned for? Don't tell me you want to go back on your word. If that's the case, I'll truly despise you."

Su Ye looked at Lord Bird and said with a smile.

Lord Bird snapped out of it, looked at Su Ye, and sighed: "I thought I was shameless enough, but ever since I met you, I feel like a model of morality, a pure and flawless saint."

To obtain a Precious Technique, he actually forced someone else to concede victory.

Is this something a human being could do?

Su Ye's expression remained completely calm as he smiled and said: "The process is unimportant; what matters is the result. The result is that I lost, the War Goddess won, and you must fulfill your promise. Don't try to fob me off with some ordinary Precious Technique, or you'll lose your standing."

"Hmph."

Lord Bird let out a cold snort and said: "Do you take me for you? My word is law; once I say something, it is an immortal decree."

Hum.

Lord Bird raised his hand, and mysterious runes appeared within it. Each of these runes was incredibly profound, containing the fundamental truths of the Great Dao, eventually coalescing into a single rune that sank into the center of the War Goddess's brow.

As the War Goddess contemplated that rune, she felt a surging and vast power. She saw a great black river flowing out from the chaos, as if it were the primal river of heaven and earth. At the same time, a terrifying chill permeated the air, making it feel as if her very soul were about to be frozen solid.

Taiyin Divine Method.

It was not only a powerful Precious Technique but also a method for tempering the body—a supreme cultivation technique that harvested the primal power of Taiyin to forge the Taiyin Divine Body.

"What kind of marvelous technique is it? Hurry up and pass it to me."

Su Ye said urgently.

The War Goddess looked at Su Ye with a strange expression. The initial anger was gone, replaced by an urge to laugh, though she held it back. She condensed a rune in her hand and passed the Taiyin Divine Method to Su Ye.

As Su Ye contemplated the supreme divine method, the smile on his face gradually faded, and his expression eventually turned incredibly gloomy.

The Taiyin Divine Method was no ordinary technique; it was a true supreme divine method. However, this technique... to put it bluntly, to master this art, one must first castrate oneself.

It was a technique that only women could cultivate. As a virile man, he could not cultivate it at all, or he would end up neither man nor woman.

He glared at Lord Bird.

He had calculated everything, but he never expected the other party to be so shameless as to pass on such a disgraceful technique.

"Don't look at me like that. I didn't break our agreement. You are free to cultivate it if you wish. If you lack cultivation resources, I have some here and can give you some for free."

Lord Bird laughed, looking extremely smug. To think he dared to scheme against him—did he really think he was so easy to manipulate?

Su Ye turned his head, unwilling to pay any more attention to this old schemer, and looked into the distance. The battle was still raging; the earth was stained with blood, and mangled corpses lay everywhere.

"They've really started fighting in earnest."

Su Ye remarked with a sigh. At first, everyone just wanted to use intimidation, but Little One was not the type to be coerced. He was truly ferocious—he would rather be shattered as jade than remain intact as a tile.

Little One was covered in blood, but his eyes remained bright, devoid of joy or anger, and completely calm. He did not hesitate in the slightest when he struck; every move contained terrifying power, shattering his opponents into mists of blood.

"Something's not right. It seems like someone is playing dirty in the shadows."

Runes flickered in Su Ye's eyes as he watched the brutal battlefield. He looked at one individual and felt that the person had intentionally stomped an old man, who had only half a body left, to death.

That person was actually being kind, giving the half-bodied elder a final send-off to spare him from further suffering. Among the crowd, there were even a few who were stabbing their own allies in the back.

"It's not 'seems like,' it is."

Grandpa Jingbi said with a speechless expression: "Many of these guys already had grudges, but they couldn't easily strike in the shadows during normal times. Now, they don't need to worry about anything.

Besides, such an opportunity is rare. After all, these guys wouldn't usually come to the Initial Land; they all hold positions of power in the Void God Realm. Yet now, they are all gathered here.

With these people killed, quite a few good positions will likely open up in the higher echelons before long."

"Even more insidious than Lord Bird."

Su Ye nodded and said.

"..."

Upon hearing this, Lord Bird immediately puffed out his cheeks and glared, itching to stab this disgraceful fellow in the back.

At this moment, Little One was kicked out of the battlefield by someone, though the fighting continued unabated, with runes flying everywhere and powerful Precious Techniques colliding incessantly.

"Damn it."

Little One's face darkened. He gripped the Crimson Feather Treasure Fan and charged back into the crowd, feeling that these guys were showing him far too little respect.

Red clouds danced, and thunder filled the sky.

However, Little One was kicked out again shortly after.

Although Little One was powerful—one could say he was invincible in the Blood-Moving Realm—who among those who had arrived was weak?

Especially with some powerful ferocious beasts joining the fray, charging about wildly and making the situation even more chaotic. Humans fought humans, humans fought beasts, beasts fought beasts, and beasts fought humans—it was a complete mess.

"Detestable little lion."

Little One charged furiously toward a massive lion with a body of brilliant gold; this wretched beast had actually sat on him just a moment ago.

The Golden Lion's fur was radiant, its body enveloped in a golden glow that made it resemble a miniature sun. It paid no mind to who its enemies were, for in its eyes, everything in sight was a foe. It was a Golden Lion—though not of pure blood, its ancestors had possessed immense prestige—and it intended to suppress all opposition to manifest the divine might of its forebears.

Bang.

A small fist landed on the Golden Lion's head, making its vision swim with stars as if it had been struck by a massive mountain.

"A mere little lion, daring to offend me."

Little One rode atop the Golden Lion, raining down blows that threatened to shatter the beast's very form.

The pitiful Golden Lion, having barely made its entrance and failed to display any invincible might, was beaten to death on the spot, its body dissolving into a rain of golden light and vanishing from the Void God Realm.

"I am the one who is invincible."

Little One grew more valiant with every battle, howling as he charged into the crowd.

"Detestable Suanni, how dare you kill my elder brother!"

"Human, do you think my Peng Clan is easy to bully? You actually dare to ride upon one of our kin!"

"A mere turtle, yet you dare to act so fiercely? Watch as I suppress you!"

Many creatures who had just stepped out of the passage from the Initial Land into the Void God Realm had not yet grasped the situation before they were drawn into the fray, for they could not sit idly by upon seeing their own kind being slaughtered.

"That is a Marquis! A Marquis was just killed like that."

"What is a Marquis? A terrifying Beast King from the Primordial Divine Mountain just entered the field, and before a cup of tea had passed, it was torn to pieces."

"In this Initial Land, never mind Beast Kings or Marquises—even a Venerable would likely bleed here."

Although many joined the battlefield, there were still quite a few who held back. These onlookers watched the terrifying scene unfolding before them with expressions of shock, their minds reeling especially at the sight of powerful Marquises and fearsome Beast Kings being struck down.