Yu Qing spoke gravely. “The Old Heavenly Lord is a figure of such profound virtue and prestige. The migration of Tianchu Civilisation to the Sword Realm concerns the rise, decline, survival, or extinction of an entire civilisation. For a junior like you to negotiate, do you not find it childish? Would the Old Heavenly Lord truly entrust life and death to you?”
“It would indeed be more appropriate for Ancestor to discuss it with the Old Heavenly Lord.”
Zhang Ruochen looked at Luo Ji. “The Old Heavenly Lord and Yu God King may not trust us, but you have seen the Sword Realm with your own eyes. You would not deceive them.”
Luo Ji understood the implication in Zhang Ruochen’s words. “You are not coming with us to Tianchu Civilisation?”
Zhang Ruochen naturally could not tell Luo Ji about Wu Yue’s matter. “Ancestor going with you will make it easier to persuade the Old Heavenly Lord than if I went. Once you settle matters there, I will immediately take action here. I have very important affairs on the Infernal Court side. For now, we must split up.”
After Yu Qing left with Luo Ji, Zhang Ruochen finally concealed his aura and flew towards the Yaksha Clan ancestral realm.
With billions of li still separating him from the ancestral realm, Zhang Ruochen was blocked by formation inscriptions. In the void, planets arranged in mysterious patterns formed formation fortresses.
There were also war cities forged of steel floating in the upper atmosphere. Countless cultivators were rapidly assembling.
The Yaksha Clan activating such high-level defences was clearly not triggered by the battle between the Dragon Lord and Princess Feima. The defensive perimeter had already been engaged beforehand.
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One day earlier.
Yu Ling God wore a tri-coloured hundred-scale divine robe. She stood beside the misty sacred lake, quietly listening as Ai Lian Jun reported recent events in the Hundred Clan Royal City.
The Temple of Darkness army had entered the city and wantonly annexed the Yaksha Clan’s industries there, killing until rivers of blood flowed. This enraged her.
Yet the Temple of Darkness Lord ascending the Demon Wolf Clan’s sacred ground, Seven Peaks Linked Mountains, filled her with sorrow for a fellow sufferer and deep apprehension.
Ai Lian Jun continued. “In addition, seventy-two life planets centred on Kong Yue Star, Zhi Star, and Huang Shi Star have all been massacred empty by cultivators under the Temple of Darkness. The Yaksha clansmen have entirely become soul food.”
“The lords of each planet and some Saint realm cultivators were captured alive. Now, like slaves, they are publicly humiliated and toyed with in the Hundred Clan Royal City by Temple of Darkness cultivators.”
Yu Ling God deeply regretted in her heart. She should never have listened to that junior Zhang Ruochen, actually妄 thinking to contend with the Temple of Darkness.
Now the Temple of Darkness’s retaliation had arrived.
Yet if she had not acted back then, they could only have awaited death passively, allowing the Temple of Darkness to erode the Hundred Clan Royal City step by step. How could the ancestors’ foundation be surrendered so easily?
Ultimately, the initial decision was not wrong. They simply had not anticipated the Temple of Darkness valuing the Sword Realm so highly, with not only Wu Yue going personally, but even the Temple Lord.
The victor becomes king, the loser a bandit.
Ai Lian Jun said, “Master, we must decide quickly. Otherwise, their next step will surely be to seize Ye Yu Sea and destroy our clan’s great world territories outside. Then the casualties will far exceed the current, truly damaging us to the core.”
Yu Ling God lived up to her name. Her skin was like jade, her eyes spirited, her figure voluptuous and graceful, enough to make any man in the world drool upon sight.
Her red lips parted lightly. “The Temple of Darkness Lord, Boundless Divine Venerable, sits in the Hundred Clan Royal City yet has delayed striking, only allowing subordinates to deal with the Yaksha Clan. Clearly, he does not intend war against the Yaksha Clan, but to force submission, to make me proactively kneel before him and admit fault to the Temple of Darkness.”
“From then on, the Yaksha Clan will belong under the Temple of Darkness.”
“And controlling the Yaksha Clan is equivalent to obtaining the entire Hundred Clan Royal City.”
Ai Lian Jun knew her master’s mood was poor and dared not raise her head. She said softly, “Since the Temple of Darkness has this intention, we have bargaining chips for negotiation. Now, is it time we must awaken the two old ancestors?”
Yu Ling God sighed. “This master has been to Gu Mo Sea, but the two old ancestors gave no response. Perhaps they already…”
The injuries the two old ancestors suffered back then were too severe.
It was precisely thus that Yu Ling God harboured suspicions but could not bear and dared not voice the latter half.
Ai Lian Jun was as if struck by lightning, her face deathly pale.
The two old ancestors had always been the Yaksha Clan’s foundation. Even the Temple of Darkness Lord not acting rashly was largely due to them.
If the two old ancestors had fallen, for the Yaksha Clan it would be utterly catastrophic.
Moreover, before this disciple, Yu Ling God had always been unattainably lofty, like a divine maiden in the clouds, never showing the slightest weakness. Yet just now, she had sighed.
This revealed how helpless and fragile her heart truly was.
Yu Ling God’s gaze suddenly turned cold as ice, instantly freezing the sacred lake. “This matter must not leak a single word.”
“This disciple dares not.”
Ai Lian Jun was intimidated by Yu Ling God’s divine might aura and immediately knelt on one knee.
“Master, what about Uncle Night Sky?” Ai Lian Jun asked cautiously.
The Yaksha Clan had another Taixu Realm great god: the Night Sky God Lord mentioned by Ai Lian Jun.
Yu Ling God said, “Back when this master cooperated with Zhang Ruochen, he strongly disapproved, thinking this master lightly trusted a youngster and should not oppose the Temple of Darkness. Now that this has happened, he will likely blame it entirely on me. If my guess is correct, with his character, he has probably already knelt before Boundless, selling me out to seek survival for himself and the Yaksha Clan.”
Ai Lian Jun’s gaze grew even dimmer.
Speaking of Night Sky God Lord, Yu Ling God’s eyes filled with disdain.
His cultivation was indeed powerful, but regrettably he had long lost the vitality of his youth. In this life, he could forget reaching Immeasurable Realm.
Gods who reached godhood and, with over a hundred thousand years of lifespan, became lax and fearful of death: Yu Ling God had seen far too many.
Gods who could always press boldly forward without changing their initial resolve were exceedingly rare.
The ancestral realm lord hurried over, standing opposite the frozen sacred lake. He smiled bitterly at Yu Ling God. “Messengers from the Temple of Darkness have come. They insist on seeing you.”
Yu Ling God said, “Then let us meet.”
The big-headed rag doll “Shi Di” and the human-skin lantern had long been waiting in the divine hall. Their divine might domains released, pressing all Yaksha Clan cultivators in the hall to kneel trembling in fear.
In the past, they would at least show some face to the Yaksha Clan and not be so overbearing in their ancestral realm.
The big-headed rag doll’s gaze swept over the Yaksha gods one by one, laughter ceaseless, causing the gods to tremble in fear, feeling as if it might pounce at any moment and devour them alive.
“If Yu Ling God does not appear soon, this seat will first capture a true god as an appetiser.”
The big-headed rag doll extended a furry hand. Immediately, mental power threads flew from its fingertips, binding a Yaksha mid-god and pulling him closer.
The Yaksha gods struck one after another, but were firmly suppressed by the big-headed rag doll’s mental power domain, unable to move.
“Stop!”
A divine light flew out, severing the mental power threads between the big-headed rag doll and the Yaksha mid-god.
The mid-god’s deathly pale face from fright recovered. His gaze joyfully looked towards Yu Ling God descending into the divine hall.
The big-headed rag doll ceased action, sizing up Yu Ling God with even louder laughter. “Finally appeared. This seat thought you would abandon the Yaksha Clan and flee into the Dark Triangle Star Domain to avoid calamity.”
Yu Ling God said coldly, her divine might surpassing the big-headed rag doll and human-skin lantern. “Speak. What are the Temple of Darkness’s conditions?”
“Straightforward! Yu Ling God has far more guts than Night Sky God Lord.”
The human-skin lantern’s voice was sinister and hoarse. “Convey the Lord’s command: the Yaksha Clan compensates the Temple of Darkness with ten great worlds, one thousand mineral and life planets, thirty million divine stones. The clan leader position goes to Night Sky God Lord.”
“The former Yaksha Clan leader and former ancestral realm lord are unforgivably guilty and shall suffer source-digging soul-refining punishment to deter madmen worldwide who disrespect darkness.”
“The criminal god Han Yu Ling shall self-seal cultivation and enter the Temple of Darkness to repent for ten thousand years. If able to reform and believe in darkness, after ten thousand years freedom may be restored.”
“If not complied with, ten days later the entire Yaksha Clan, high and low, shall enter the list of soul food, to be shared by the Infernal Court.”
“Boom!”
In the divine hall, the Yaksha gods all erupted in fury, glaring angrily at the human-skin lantern and big-headed rag doll. Gods wishing to self-detonate divine sources to perish together with them numbered more than three or five.
Too bullying. The Yaksha Clan now had only thirty-eight great worlds left in total, yet the Temple of Darkness demanded ten at once.
Not to mention the rich resources in these ten worlds, what about the trillions of Yaksha clansmen in them?
All to become slaves and soul food for the Temple of Darkness?
Compensating thirty million divine stones not only emptied the Yaksha Clan but forced them into massive debt, enslaving generations to repay.
Executing the clan leader and ancestral realm lord was absolutely unacceptable.
The big-headed rag doll used powerful mental power to suppress the Yaksha gods’ will to self-detonate divine sources. It smiled at Yu Ling God. “Knowing you would find it hard to accept, the Lord gave you ten days to consider.”
“Ten days later, if Yu Ling God has not self-sealed cultivation and gone to the Hundred Clan Royal City to bow and apologise, the Lord, wise and divine, will naturally keep his word. Shared feast by the Infernal Court!”
“The Yaksha Clan would differ nothing from penned livestock. The meaning of living would be only one: to be eaten.”
Yu Ling God’s gaze had turned cold to freezing point.
An upper god roared angrily. “Can your Temple of Darkness cover the sky with one hand in the Infernal Court? There are still the Temple of Destiny, Fengdu Ghost City, Yanluo Clan. Would they allow you to bully the Yaksha Clan like this?”
“Do you not know what insane things Zhang Ruochen did in the Temple of Darkness? Your Yaksha Clan walked so close with Zhang Ruochen. The Temple of Destiny and Fengdu Ghost City will sooner or later settle accounts with you. Without the Temple of Darkness’s protection, await clan extinction!”
The human-skin lantern added. “Yu Ling God, for the face of the Yaksha Clan’s two old ancestors, the Lord has already treated you generously enough. If wise to the times, cease foolish actions.”
“If wishing to take the Yaksha ancestral realm fleeing into the Dark Triangle Star Domain, first weigh whether your cultivation can truly escape.”
“If wishing to defect to Heavenly Court, that is even courting death.”
Yu Ling God several times nearly struck but restrained herself. Her crimson lips seemed bitten until bleeding. She could only watch the big-headed rag doll and human-skin lantern laugh loudly as they departed.
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A lively Flying Heaven Fish has returned. Tomorrow, continue Douyin live coding, striving for stable two chapters daily update. Of course, if force majeure…
