Chapter 1370: Chapter 1371: The Challenge of the Immortal Gods Realm
For an entire night, Zhang Liancheng had been performing the Great Teleportation Divine Skill. The ocean surface was roiled by raging winds and billowing clouds; colossal waves swept the sea. The entirety of the cultivator tribes beneath the sea were disturbed, surfacing one after another. Though they harbored thoughts of retaliation, their fear held them back. The immense force involved in teleporting four Mainlands was far too overwhelming for them to dare a reckless move.
Initially, they had hoped to remain hidden in the ocean depths, gambling on their luck to evade the Immortal Gods Realm’s invasion. But now, they were forcibly driven to the surface and compelled to join the Sword Sect’s Second Peak faction.
On the Sword Sect’s Second Peak of the Eastern Continent, many disciples could now clearly see a colossal shadow emerging on the horizon in the distance. The outline of the shadow unmistakably belonged to the other Mainlands, approaching rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Zhang Liancheng’s figure flickered and shifted incessantly above the ocean surface, gradually moving the four Mainlands closer. Li Xiaobai could only watch as the shadow before his eyes grew larger and larger, until, with the glimmer of dawn breaking, a thunderous boom erupted.
With a resounding “bang,” the Eastern Continent’s terrain trembled and seamlessly connected with the Western Continent, softly touching as one cohesive piece. This was the benefit of the Great Teleportation; had it been brute force pushing the continents together, it would have certainly caused a violent collision, potentially resulting in countless cultivators meeting their end in the chaos. However, Zhang Liancheng’s use of the Power of the Void to steadily shift the continents prevented such consequences. This was spatial displacement: With accurate calculations, the Mainlands could land safely.
The other two Mainlands followed suit, inching closer and closer until all four were pieced together as one unified Mainland. Above the heavens, the immense rift in the firmament deepened further, glowing with eerie, crimson light.
“The Second Elder is a ruthless man indeed!”
Li Xiaobai expressed his admiration. Perhaps this was the true display of Zhang Liancheng’s capabilities; earlier, when he merely swapped places with Saint Realm cultivators, he had likely only been flexing his muscles. Now, with the entire Mainland relocated, Zhang Liancheng’s terrifying power was laid bare!
“Young Master Li, I’ve fulfilled my mission. Now that the four Mainlands are united and the Central Origin Realm has solidified into one steel plate, the next steps in combating the Immortal Gods are entirely up to you!”
Second Elder Zhang Liancheng flashed back to the Sword Sect’s Second Peak of the Eastern Continent. Reuniting with Li Xiaobai, he spoke with an indifferent expression.
“Rest assured, Elder. The cultivators of the Central Origin Realm have already completed their pre-war mobilization. Once the Immortal Gods descend, we’ll confront them head-on in battle.”
Li Xiaobai declared. The pre-war mobilization led by Chen Yuan had been ongoing continuously; there was little left for him to add. Once the Immortal Gods Realm made its move, they’d rise to the challenge without hesitation.
…
News spread rapidly.
Following Li Xiaobai’s previous deception of the masses, Chen Yuan revealed yet another earth-shattering revelation: the relationship between Xueshenzi and the Immortal Gods Realm.
This was information disseminated under Li Xiaobai’s guidance—a truth about the real connection between the Central Origin Realm and the Immortal Gods Realm. It was something all living beings needed to know; understanding their adversaries was key to grasping their own fates.
Potential is often triggered in moments of utmost despair.
And the reality proved just as such. Within the Central Origin Realm, the cultivators’ morale plunged to its lowest point. The truth differed starkly from their assumptions: The Immortal Gods didn’t merely target the strong but aimed to annihilate the entire realm. To the Immortal Gods, low-level cultivators were of no use. Their goal was simply to fatten up the cultivators like livestock, only to devour them whole later.
As a result, there wasn’t even the chance to surrender. The Immortal Gods genuinely perceived them as cattle and sheep within a pigpen to be slaughtered at will. Perhaps their deaths weren’t immediate, but with the Immortal Gods’ insatiable appetite, one by one, they’d eventually become prey. It left no room for hope!
“Whether we resist or not is no longer up to us. They’ve already struck, and they want to turn us into bait. This war must be fought!”
This was the collective sentiment of most cultivators in the Central Origin Realm. Truthfully, no one understood the intentions of the Immortal Gods entirely. Based on Xueshenzi’s existence, it was even plausible that the opposition wanted to maintain the status quo. But that was irrelevant now; before the Central Origin Realm’s complete subjugation, a massive slaughter was inevitable, meant to instill terror and enforce control over specific groups.
Xueshenzi’s death instilled fear in them. Submission wouldn’t guarantee survival. It was precisely this demise that made Chen Yuan’s ideological messaging more effective.
“Boom, boom, boom!”
Thunder roared incessantly above the heavens, accompanied by rolling claps and humming vibrations. It felt as though some horrifying entity was whispering darkly.
The scarlet light emanating from the immense rift in the firmament became increasingly bizarre, faintly illuminating boundless depths of shadowy void. Within, one could glimpse movements of figures—the big shots of the Immortal Gods Realm and the armies stationed along the edges of the rift.
Within the Sword Sect, countless cultivators simultaneously lifted their heads, gazing toward the heavens with widened eyes. This was their first time witnessing the abyss-like scene within the rift.
The murmuring sounds didn’t dissipate; instead, they grew sharper, echoing directly into the ears of every cultivator in the Central Origin Realm.
“Adjust cultivation levels. The pigpens cannot bear transcendental power. Suppress cultivation uniformly to Saint Realm and the Three Divine Flames.”
“With our strength, we can barely send one Immortal God across realms. That will be sufficient!”
The voice was deep and hoarse, tinged with gloom, rattling their minds with relentless reverberations. The Immortal Gods were openly discussing the logistics of crossing realms, making no attempt to avoid being overheard, dismissively disregarding the Central Origin Realm’s significance.
“How to allocate?”
“Leave some behind; we need seeds. Eating everything at once will lead to extinction.”
“I still favor cultivation. Only Saint Realm peak-level cultivators have the ideal flavor. The others simply don’t meet the grade!”
“Agreed. Dog meat doesn’t belong at a banquet. A livestock-based model of cultivation is suitable. Although slower, the refined texture compensates for it and is considered decent. Feedback from the big figures this time has been positive as well.”
Listening to the voices emanating from the rift, the cultivators below were gripped by icy terror. This was an unparalleled dread—hearing them discuss, in their presence, how to consume them for optimal flavor was utterly horrifying.
The Immortal Gods didn’t even deem them human.
“Form ranks!”
“The Immortal Gods are about to cross realms!”
“While they may scorn us, their lack of discretion has revealed their plans. If only one Immortal God crosses realms and the rest are constrained to Saint Realm level and the Three Divine Flames, does this mean we might have a fighting chance?”
“Fighting chance, my ass. The Central Origin Realm doesn’t have even one cultivator at the level of Saint Realm peak and the Three Divine Flames. How on earth are we supposed to fight? Hurry to the Sword Sect. Seek Sect Master Li’s protection. Do not act on your own!”
The cultivators broke into chaos, descending into utter disarray. They didn’t know what to do but instinctively followed the crowd, flooding toward the Sword Sect mountain gates. At this moment, they no longer trusted their own sects—they trusted only Li Xiaobai, and they had no other choice but to cling to that hope.
At that precise moment, the voices from the rift abruptly ceased, and a peculiar parchment descended from within, glowing with crimson light as it hovered in the air. The paper twisted and folded into a horrifying face, roaring angrily at the gathered cultivators:
“War declaration!”
“Two hours from now, the pigpens will be cleansed in blood! All livestock below Saint Realm must surrender and may live ten years longer!”