The Eternal God Emperor and the Demon Ancestor

Chapter 105 The Tragedy of Ancient Civilizations 3

Ancient civilization factions, the defensive line of the Giant Spirit Civilization.

This starry sky, once protected by the Giant Spirit Ancestor, has long since become a living hell. The void is covered with spiderweb-like cracks, with broken star debris and fragments of broken divine arrays floating among them. The thick, irresistible stench of blood and the aura of destruction permeate every inch of the star field.

Three towering figures stood silently in this desolate starry sky, their auras overwhelming the heavens. They were the three top combat forces of the Hell Realm in this attack on the ancient civilization: Qing Cang, the master of the Death Clan's Southern Life and Death Ruins; Wu Bian, the master of the Dark Temple; and Wen Zhiren, the master of the Underworld Temple.

Wu Bian and Wen Zhiren were in extremely poor condition at this moment, completely lacking the majesty of the former giants of the Hell Realm. Their clothes were tattered, divine blood kept spilling from the corners of their mouths, their aura was chaotic and weak, and their divine bodies were covered with scars left by the aftershocks of the self-destruction.

Just now, seeing that the defensive line was bound to fall, the Giant Spirit Ancestor, unwilling to suffer humiliation or drag down the civilization behind him, resolutely detonated his own divine source and life's cultivation, using all the power of the peak of Great Freedom and Boundless to launch a self-destruction that would destroy everything. That world-destroying power instantly swept across the entire defensive line. If Qing Cang hadn't forcibly suppressed the core of the self-destruction with his ninety-second level of Heavenly Perfection spiritual power at the critical moment, shielding the two from most of the destructive impact, they would have already been annihilated, their souls and spirits turning into nothingness along with this starry sky.

"I never expected that old codger, the Giant Spirit Ancestor, to be so fierce. He decided to self-destruct without hesitation, leaving no room for retreat. Fortunately, Ancestor Qing was here to hold us back, otherwise the two of us would surely have perished here today."

Wubian's face was ashen, still showing signs of shock. He spoke with lingering fear. Although the situation had been extremely dangerous, a hint of joy remained deep in his eyes. The self-destruction of the Giant Spirit Ancestor had saved them countless troubles. If they had fought head-on, killing this supreme ancient civilization warrior who had defended the line would have cost them dearly.

Wen Zhiren, standing to the side, was several times more severely injured than Wu Bian.

He was closer to the core of the self-destruction, and his divine source was shattered by the destructive power of the Giant Spirit Ancestor's self-destruction, leaving countless fine cracks. His divine soul suffered irreversible damage, and his Netherworld Divine Power was almost completely depleted. Trembling, he took out a Nine-Turn Rejuvenation Divine Pill that he had treasured for countless years and swallowed it in one gulp. The pill melted instantly upon entering his mouth, and its vast and pure medicinal power swept through his entire body. Only then did a faint trace of color return to his pale face, and his disordered breathing calmed down slightly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surging injuries within him, his expression becoming extremely cautious, devoid of his previous arrogance. He spoke in a deep voice, analyzing the battle situation: "The Giant Spirit Ancestor is dead, and the Giant Spirit Civilization's defenses have completely collapsed, but the Heavenly Court's reinforcements have already arrived on the battlefield. We must seize the opportunity to launch a fierce attack, breaking through the gap in the Giant Spirit Civilization with overwhelming force, destroying several ancient civilizations with profound heritages in the surrounding area, crushing the fighting spirit of the ancient civilization factions, and forcing forces such as the Thousand Star Civilization and the Big Dipper Civilization to bow their heads and submit."

"If we give them a chance to breathe, and allow the ancient civilizations to unite and defend their territory, we will have to pay an unbearable price to take over this land."

Wen Zhiren knew clearly that although the ancient civilization factions seemed scattered, they actually had a profound foundation. When all the realms united, their strength was in no way inferior to any of the top races in the Hell Realm. He must not be careless.

The self-destruction of the Giant Spirit Ancestor not only severely injured Wubian and Wen Zhiren, but Qingcang, who bore the brunt of the impact of the self-destruction, was also not completely unharmed.

This supreme being, one of the four legendary figures of spiritual power in the Hell Realm and a flawless master of the ninety-second Heavenly Perfection, now had all the ancient death runes originally etched on his blue skin erased, replaced by dense cracks, and his aura fluctuated slightly. Yet, he remained upright, his expression calm and composed, his eyes as indifferent as ancient ice, as if the self-destruction that had just been enough to annihilate the Great Freedom Limitless was nothing more than a trivial injury to him.

Upon hearing this, Qing Cang did not say much. His spiritual power surged slightly, and he rode a death god star formed from the condensation of countless dead souls, traversing the shattered starry sky and arriving directly in front of the core defense line of the ancient civilization faction.

He raised his hand and grasped a divine pen. With a gentle wave of his aged and withered hand, a divine mark containing the spirit of the perfect heaven and earth traversed the starry sky, like the trajectory of the heavenly way. Wherever the divine mark passed, space shattered inch by inch, and all laws were annihilated.

The defenses of more than a dozen ancient civilizations, including the Void Civilization and the Essence Sea Civilization, which were originally protected by the Giant Spirit Ancestor at the cost of their lives, were as fragile as paper in front of this divine mark and were completely destroyed in an instant!

The divine array collapsed, the boundary wall shattered, and more than a dozen great worlds were exposed to the oppressive power of the gods of the underworld without any defense.

Qing Cang's eyes remained completely calm as he unleashed an terrifying deathly aura. Wherever this aura passed, billions of living beings within the realm were instantly annihilated, their souls forcibly extracted without any power to resist. The dozen or so Great God Realm cultivators stationed on the star defense line didn't even have time to scream before their souls were completely destroyed by the deathly aura. Their divine bodies were casually captured by Qing Cang and taken into his own divine realm, becoming nourishment for his own divine path. Ancient divine stars were also seized by him, all of them taken into his possession.

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen ancient civilizations with long histories were completely transformed into a desolate and lifeless wasteland, devoid of any vitality.

In the starry sky, the groans of the critically wounded and dying Saint Realm cultivators echoed everywhere. The blood of countless beings floated in the void, gathering into a boundless sea of ​​blood. The sea of ​​blood churned, and resentment soared to the sky, forming thick, blood-red clouds that shrouded the entire star field, a truly shocking sight.

However, Qing Cang's aged face remained completely expressionless, as if destroying more than a dozen great worlds and slaughtering billions of living beings was nothing more than crushing a few ants, his indifference chilling to the bone.

"Hahaha! More than a dozen great realms have been destroyed. The Void Civilization and the Essence Sea Civilization are both powerful realms with ancient heritage. We've hit the jackpot!"

"When you are cleaning up the battlefield, fellow Daoists, be sure to collect all the heritage temples and precious scriptures of each race. Do not waste them!"

"The flesh and blood bodies of these creatures are top-grade treasures. Don't just focus on refining their souls. Quickly collect them and sell them to the barbarians of the three lower races in the future. You can exchange them for a huge amount of cultivation resources!"

After Qing Cang shattered all realms and slaughtered all the True God powerhouses, a large number of the Death Clan gods filed in and poured into this dead domain. Looking at the scene of corpses strewn across the land and blood surging into the sky, they felt no pity whatsoever. Instead, they were all excited, their faces filled with greed. They frantically looted the spoils of war, wantonly trampling on this shattered territory of civilization, their words filled with cruelty and violence.

At this moment, the reinforcements from the Heavenly Court in the distance finally arrived, albeit belatedly.

When the warships of the gods arrived in this star field and saw the hellish scene before them, the annihilation of more than a dozen ancient civilizations and the tragic deaths of hundreds of millions of lives, all the Heavenly Court cultivators fell into a deathly silence, their faces filled with grief and rage, and their divine power trembled uncontrollably.

On the warship, the few remaining great gods of the Giant Spirit civilization looked at this devastated homeland and felt the lingering aura of the Giant Spirit ancestors scattered in the starry sky. Their fists clenched so tightly that their knuckles turned white, their faces flushed red, and their eyes were bloodshot. Their eyes burned with extreme hatred and rage as they stared intently at Qing Cang in the starry sky, wishing they could rush up and fight him to the death.

The three leaders of this reinforcement force—the Northern Divine Ancestor, the old patriarch of the Wind Clan, and Zhenyu—were filled with extreme grief and indignation, their auras suppressed to the extreme.

The old patriarch of the Wind Clan could no longer suppress his anger and made the first move!

All the boundless rules around him erupted, and the terrifying divine power transformed into a raging hurricane that swept across the entire star field. The flames transformed into divine blades that tore through the void and went straight towards the undead gods who were wantonly looting the spoils of war. The unprepared undead gods were instantly hit, and they all coughed up divine blood and suffered severe injuries.

Seeing this from afar, Qingcang slowly raised the divine brush in his hand and casually waved it.

A vast, ocean-like spiritual power surrounded him, and a dense death aura evolved into a boundless black hole in front of him. The black hole devoured everything, and the attack unleashed by the old patriarch of the Wind Clan with all his divine power was instantly swallowed up, leaving not even a trace of aftershock.

"Qing Cang! You executioner! You have slaughtered hundreds of millions of lives, your blood debts are countless, and sooner or later you will be punished by heaven and die without a burial place!"

Seeing his attack easily neutralized, the old patriarch of the Wind Clan was furious. He roared angrily at Qing Cang, his voice echoing throughout the entire starry sky.

Qing Cang is the core pillar of the war faction in the Underworld. His hands are stained with the blood of the gods of the Heavenly Court. In particular, he led the siege of the Sumeru Saint Monk in the Kunlun Realm 50,000 years ago. Countless true gods and great gods in the Heavenly Court were ruthlessly wiped out by him. He is the common mortal enemy of the gods of the Heavenly Court.

Despite the angry rebuke, Qing Cang remained indifferent, his voice, full of vicissitudes, slowly rising with an undeniable pressure: "Old man Feng, you few are no match for me."

His gaze swept over the old patriarch of the Wind Clan, as well as the three behind him, the Northern Dipper God Ancestor and Zhenyu. His ninety-two-tiered, flawless spiritual power erupted completely, and a terrifying spiritual power dharma form appeared, transforming into a deathly divine sea nearly a hundred million miles long. Within the divine sea, an ancient and desolate temple that suppressed heaven and earth slowly emerged, its oppressive aura sweeping across the heavens, causing the entire starry sky to tremble.

This terrifying aura, far surpassing the boundless freedom, instantly suppressed the entire area. Even a top expert like the old patriarch of the Wind Clan was forced to retreat several steps, his expression changing drastically.

Seeing this, Zhenyu stepped forward slowly, his aura gentle yet exuding an unwavering confidence. He looked at Qingcang and smiled calmly, "Senior Qingcang, do you think that we few alone cannot stop your advance?"

Zhenyu simply stood quietly in the void, and countless spatial ripples emanated from the space around him. The power of the five elements surrounded him, transforming into a five-colored canopy that stood before him. Qingcang's spiritual pressure, which suppressed all the heavens, landed on the five-colored canopy and was instantly dissolved and vanished into nothingness.

Seeing this, Qing Cang finally revealed a hint of interest in his eyes, making no attempt to hide his appreciation for Zhen Yu: "The Five Elements Master has indeed taught a good disciple. Zhen Yu, you are quite good. Your talent, temperament, and courage far surpass your peers, and you are much better than my worthless disciples. Given time, when the universe seals off the heavens again, you will surely have a place there."

Zhenyu cupped his hands slightly, responding neither humbly nor arrogantly: "It is my honor to receive a word of praise from Senior Qingcang. However, today's matter cannot be settled with just a word of praise. Senior has committed boundless acts of killing, a blood debt of billions of lives. Today, you shall remain here to repay the karma you owe."

Upon hearing this, Qing Cang sneered dismissively, his tone icy and domineering: "Heaven is ruthless, treating all things as straw dogs. The path of cultivation is inherently about stealing the essence of Yin and Yang, life and death, fighting against Heaven, Earth, and man. At our level, whose hands are not stained with blood? The Five Elements Temple Master has also taken countless lives. Why put on this hypocritical act?"

Upon hearing this sophistry, the Big Dipper God Ancestor and the old patriarch of the Wind Clan turned ashen-faced and were burning with rage, yet they were unable to refute it.

Qing Cang's realm and strength far surpassed the two of them. He was a pillar of the Death Clan and one of the four legendary spiritual powers of the Hell Realm. With his spiritual power cultivation approaching the ninety-third level of the Heavenly Perfection, his deterrent power was not much weaker than that of the current number one person in the Hell Realm, the Great Emperor of Fengdu.

Although the self-destruction of the Giant Spirit Ancestor injured him, the strength of Tianyuan Wuque was undeniable. In the entire universe, there were very few who could rival him. Even if the group of them joined forces, they would be no match for him.

Facing Qing Cang's overwhelming pressure, Zhen Yu remained fearless. His eyes were firm as he swept his gaze over Qing Cang and the others behind him, including Wu Bian and Wen Zhiren. His voice was powerful and resounding: "Those who do many evil deeds will surely perish! You have wantonly slaughtered living beings and destroyed the Great Realm. The karmic consequences have already been sown. Today is the day for you to pay your blood debt!"

Upon seeing this, Qing Cang's heart stirred slightly.

Zhenyu is only at the Great Freedom and Boundless Realm, yet he still has full confidence and dares to say that he will settle scores with me, which is really illogical. There must be a trick to this.

Without further hesitation, he spread his spiritual power outwards, covering the entire starry sky like a tide, carefully exploring every inch of the void.

In an instant, Qing Cang sensed the strange aura hidden deep in the void. His eyes turned cold, and he slowly spoke, his voice resounding through the starry sky: "Mingde, now that you're here, there's no need to hide. Come out."

As soon as the words fell, a refined and imposing figure slowly traversed across the void.

The colorful clouds of literature and virtues, stretching for thousands of miles, extended from the depths of the void. Hundreds of millions of divine runes of literature and virtue appeared in the starry sky, converging into a mighty river of literature and virtue. The river surged forward, exuding righteousness and suppressing the deathly aura of the entire starry sky.

Mingde, dressed in a scholar's robe, stood tall and upright, surrounded by an aura of righteousness. His eyes were gentle yet sharp, and he appeared with composure.

Qingcang looked at Mingde with a hint of emotion in his eyes and said in a deep voice, "What spirit, what a grand display! Mingde, your demeanor and strength are no less than those of Murong Ru back then."

"Unfortunately, today you will follow in Murong Ru's footsteps and perish here!"

Before he finished speaking, Qing Cang's eyes suddenly changed. His boundless death energy poured out like a sea of ​​stars, instantly condensing into billions of death halberds. The halberds covered the entire star field, densely packed, like countless stars falling from the sky, carrying the power to destroy everything, and slashed wildly towards Ming De!

Faced with Qingcang's sudden attack, Mingde still wore a calm smile, showing no sign of panic.

He slowly extended a finger and gently pointed it out.

The vast and righteous energy erupted instantly, transforming into a dragon-shaped Great Wall spanning the stars. The golden dragon roared and shook the heavens, its body winding and coiling, absorbing all the billions of Death Heavenly Spears unleashed by Qing Cang. In the blink of an eye, all the attacks were neutralized and completely dissolved.

"Senior Qingcang, it seems you're quite angry." Mingde smiled calmly, his tone composed. "I'll write a poem of icy beauty to cool you down. As for the Fourth Ancestor, when I see him in the future, I will personally tell him how much you miss him."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mingde raised his hand and wielded his brush in mid-air. The divine power of literature transformed into golden ink, and he wrote a peerless poem in the starry sky: "The Milky Way rolls back, frozen and still; three thousand pieces of jade are carved into a hill. Suddenly, an avalanche rises from the ground, threatening to cleave the pillar of heaven in two."

The instant the poem was completed, the entire starry sky suddenly cooled down. An extreme cold current swept in, and a towering ice storm rose from the void, reaching the ends of the earth and engulfing tens of millions of miles of star field. The extreme low temperature froze all the water vapor and divine power in the starry sky, evolving into countless ice pillars tens of thousands of miles long and incomparably sharp, like thousands of peerless divine swords, carrying the force to shatter the heavens, and fiercely attacked Qing Cang, Wu Bian, and Wen Zhiren!

Wherever the icicles passed, space froze, laws stagnated, and even deathly mental energy was frozen; their power was earth-shattering.

Seeing this, Qing Cang's expression finally turned serious, and he dared not be careless in the slightest.

He wielded his divine brush rapidly, his spiritual energy spanning nearly a billion miles, filling the entire star field. He raised his hand and struck out with a palm. Wherever the palm wind passed, tens of millions of miles of space shattered. His terrifying spiritual energy merged with the Great Dao of Death, crushing countless ice pillars that attacked. The ice and snow melted away, finally blocking Mingde's literary killing blow.

However, after this attack, Qing Cang's aura became somewhat disordered again, and the injuries left by the self-destruction of the Giant Spirit Ancestor also showed signs of flaring up.