Fantasy: Unparalleled Prince, Conquering the Heavens!-Chapter 134 - 133: The birth of a different race_1

BANG! BANG! BANG! Inside the Ancient Enlightenment Domain, within an ancient, unadorned room, shattering sounds echoed one after another. Of the rows of Soul Jades arrayed on a high platform, nearly half had shattered in just a quarter of an hour.

"Something drastic has happened!" The complexions of the few disciples on duty changed. Every shattered Soul Jade signified the fall of a Saint. This was a sign of an impending great upheaval! After being stunned for a moment, they hurriedly reported upwards.

Soon, the terrible news reached the upper echelons, even startling the Elder who was in seclusion for healing. After a brief discussion, they all gathered on a scenic mountain peak, waiting in silence.

BOOM!

About four hours later, a faint aura emanated from within the mountain, accompanied by Blue Feather’s weak voice, "Elder, esteemed Elders, please come in!"

Everyone entered the mountain peak and saw Blue Feather, who had resurrected through a benevolent corpse. He no longer possessed his former vigorous demeanor; his face was ghastly pale, devoid of color. His cultivation had plummeted from the Middle Saint Realm to the Lesser Saint Realm. Without tens of thousands of years of secluded cultivation, recovery would be impossible.

"Sect Master, were you not headed to the Qin Empire? Why was your entire army annihilated?" the Great Elder demanded.

"The intelligence was flawed. Apart from three Lesser Saint Realm Martial Artists, the Qin Empire also has powerful artifacts and Middle Saint Realm Spell Masters..." Blue Feather replied bitterly, a trace of fear flickering deep within his pupils. Those four god-demon-like figures would forever be seared into his mind, unforgettable for all eternity.

Middle Saint Realm Spell Masters! Upon hearing this, everyone felt their scalps tingle. No wonder it was such a disastrous defeat.

A Spell Master’s combat prowess far exceeds that of ordinary Martial Artists. Their fighting styles are diverse and exceedingly strange, making them impossible to defend against.

"This battle began because of you. Now that it has ended in disaster and more than half of our sect’s upper echelons have perished, you bear an inescapable responsibility. You are no longer fit to be the Sect Master. From this day forth, you shall be an ordinary elder!" the Elder stated impassively after a moment of silence.

Hearing he was dismissed as Sect Master, Blue Feather looked panicked and hastily said, "Elder! I can make amends. I am certain that the Qin Empire possesses a powerful artifact capable of defeating Great Saint Level Martial Artists. If we can obtain it, we will no longer have to fear the Fierce Tiger Sect..."

"Enough!" Elder Tianshui interrupted him, roaring furiously, "Since you know the Qin Empire’s artifact can kill Great Saint Level Martial Artists, what use is that knowledge? Are you trying to egg me on to my death?"

Blue Feather was stunned into silence by these words. Indeed, even if the artifact is powerful, one must have the strength to seize it and, more importantly, the life to enjoy it.

So, I was the biggest fool! Blue Feather laughed self-deprecatingly and accepted the fact of his dismissal. Even if Elder Tianshui hadn’t dismissed him, with his cultivation having fallen to the Lesser Saint Realm, he was no longer qualified to occupy the Sect Master’s seat.

Subsequently, Elder Tianshui appointed Great Elder Peng Feng as the new Sect Master to preside over the sect. Then, he left the mountain peak and returned to secluded cultivation to heal.

"Issue an order to suppress the news of the Elders’ deaths! Also, continue searching for an Alchemist to treat Elder Tianshui’s injuries!" Peng Feng, now holding great authority, felt not joy but immense pressure. After all, the Sky Water Sect he had taken over was already showing signs of decline and faced numerous crises.

The greatest threat was the Fierce Tiger Sect. The two sects had been locked in a life-or-death struggle for hundreds of thousands of years. Once the Fierce Tiger Sect learned that numerous Elders of the Sky Water Sect had fallen, they would undoubtedly seize the opportunity to attack.

The other threat was the Qin Empire. A power capable of killing over a dozen Saints was enough to place immense pressure on the Sky Water Sect.

That day, the Sky Water Sect was placed under martial law, prohibiting anyone from entering or leaving. However, there are no impenetrable walls in the world, especially since the Fierce Tiger Sect had spies within the Sky Water Sect. Before long, the Fierce Tiger Sect learned what had transpired within the Sky Water Sect.

A great war, a storm of conflict, was about to erupt once more!

***

Meanwhile, as Qin Wudao ascended the throne and was proclaimed emperor, a grand alliance ceremony was also taking place in the heart of the vast desert. Seventy-two factions had all gathered in one place.

On a mysterious stone platform stood an altar constructed from yellow earth. Sha Mo Yuan, robed in red, sat upon a throne, his face wreathed in smiles that crinkled his features into deep, trench-like wrinkles.

Laugh now. You’ll be crying soon! Du Zheng, clad in a black robe, stood in a remote corner, watching the smug Sha Mo Yuan with a cold sneer.

Time passed. The desert temperature climbed higher. When it was high noon, Sha Mo Yuan stood up and announced loudly, "Everyone, the auspicious time has arrived! Let the alliance founding ceremony commence..."

HUMMM! The ground began to tremble. The desert wind howled, whipping up vast clouds of yellow sand.

"What’s happening?" Sha Mo Yuan stopped speaking, his gaze sweeping his surroundings. Who dares to cause trouble at a time like this? The Spiritual Energy within his body began to circulate rapidly as he prepared for battle. Having lived in the desert for over a hundred thousand years, he was intimately familiar with its weather patterns. The current scene was clearly abnormal. Someone is causing this!

"HEH HEH HEH! That’s right! The auspicious time has indeed arrived!" Du Zheng sneered towards the swirling yellow sand. His figure flickered and shot into the distance, vanishing into the vast sea of sand.

"The stone platform is moving! It looks like something is about to emerge!" an expert exclaimed, tapping his toes to the ground and leaping into the air, trying to get away from the stone platform.

But before he could get far, a scorpion shadow abruptly appeared. It swung its pincers, tearing his body apart in an explosion of blood mist.

"Delicious!" a hoarse, cold voice rasped, echoing in everyone’s ears. The scorpion shadow opened its maw and sucked in the flesh and blood, leaving only gleaming white bones behind.

"Who might you be?" Sha Mo Yuan cupped his fists in a salute, following the principles of the Literary Dao, and asked, his heart leaping into his throat. He could sense that the aura emanating from the scorpion shadow before him had, to his shock, reached the Saint Realm.

"I am Scorpion Thorn, Great General of the Sand Scorpion tribe! You delectable blood-meals, prepare to die!" Scorpion Thorn cackled, a surging, bloody, baleful aura instantly filling the air and dyeing the Void crimson.

"The Sand Scorpion tribe! The one recorded in the ancient texts!" someone cried out. "This is bad! Everyone, flee!" Sha Mo Yuan’s body trembled, and he turned to flee immediately.

The experts from the other factions, having all heard of the Sand Scorpion tribe’s fearsome reputation, scattered and fled in all directions.

Scorpion Thorn ignored the fleeing figures for the moment. He flew to the edge of the stone platform, plunged his pincers deep into the yellow sand, and with a surge of immense strength, roared, "RISE!"

Reacting to Scorpion Thorn’s action, mysterious patterns on the stone platform flashed with light, but it had no effect whatsoever. The platform was flung aside, revealing a massive black hole leading to a subterranean world.

"Warriors of the Sand Scorpion tribe, KILL!" Scorpion Thorn bellowed into the opening with all his might.

From within the black hole, countless, densely packed crimson pinpricks of light appeared. These were followed by a torrent of skittering footsteps as enormous, ferocious-looking scorpions emerged, their sharp fangs bared.

Each scorpion exuded a violent, brutal aura. Their strength was even more terrifying, all having reached cultivation levels of the Heaven Realm or higher!

Their twin yellow pincers glinted with a cold, terrifying light.

The moment they emerged from the black hole, they fanned out in all directions, following the lingering auras in the air to hunt down the fleeing experts from the seventy-two factions.

Soon, armies of the Sand Scorpion tribe could be seen galloping across the vast desert, madly hunting all living creatures, devouring all flesh and blood.

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