Fiancée Stolen by MC, I Trip Them up-Chapter 302 - 204: Ancestors, Entertain the Guests!

Chapter 302: Chapter 204: Ancestors, Entertain the Guests!

The Spirit Realm is so vast that several Cultivation Worlds could fit within it.

Zhao Yi gazed into the distance, and all he could see was a vast expanse of fertile land.

The only downside was that it was teeming with Undead Creatures.

If they were all skeletons, it wouldn’t be so bad, but what really got to Zhao Yi was the large number of Witch Demons and zombies.

The smell from the Witch Demons was a dry stench, bearable only if you stood upwind.

Zhao Yi could not tolerate the zombies.

The zombies were emanating a putrid stench worse than a latrine.

When Zhao Yi first emerged from the spatial tunnel, he nearly stumbled from the oncoming stench.

Beyond the undead was the pungent animal odor.

Zhao Yi turned around and saw an endless herd of animals.

No,

they should be called Half-Beastmen instead.

There were many of Zhao Yi’s old acquaintances, like the Lizardmen, Mammoths, and many gleaming gold Golden Behemoths.

These Half-Beastmen occupied a small part of the animal area, with the rest being filled with those Zhao Yi hadn’t seen before, like Werewolves, Snake People, Gorillas, and imposing Lion-men with beast heads and human bodies.

The combined pungent scent from these Half-Beastmen nearly suffocated Zhao Yi.

"Is this the Spirit Realm?"

Zhao Yi covered his nose, his face turning black from the stench.

Feeling the overwhelming odor in the air, Zhao Yi was filled with despair.

"No one told me the Spirit Realm was a big cesspit!"

As Zhao Yi complained to himself, a thunderous voice boomed.

"Sage of Time?"

Upon hearing the voice, Zhao Yi immediately recognized it.

It was from the Golden Behemoth race.

The Golden Behemoths spoke simply, making it easy to guess what they were saying.

Zhao Yi turned his head toward the area of the Golden Behemoth race.

The leading Golden Behemoth was speaking.

"Where is my brother, Prince Cates?"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yi raised an eyebrow, not anticipating that the previous Golden Behemoth was actually a prince.

Moved by the thought, Zhao Yi looked behind the Gold Behemoths.

Sure enough.

Golden-furred Gold Behemoths were indeed rare, most Behemoths had gray and black fur.

The golden-furred Gold Behemoths must be royalty.

"He’s doing well and even invited you over for a reunion."

Zhao Yi’s Divine Soul could connect with the Little World, easily allowing him to see the current situation of the Golden Behemoth.

The Golden Behemoth was currently mining.

After the Little World absorbed the surrounding Chaos Qi, it gave rise to many precious mines.

The Zhao family’s ancestors all had the tendency to get stuck when they found treasure.

After the Thunder Tribulation ended, they began a sweep of the Little World.

All the Spirit Fruits and Spirit Medicines they laid eyes on were taken, leaving not a single one for Zhao Yi.

While they couldn’t take away the Spirit Vein mines, causing them anxiety, there was nothing they could do.

But once Zhao Yi put the Golden Behemoths inside, mining instantly began.

The Golden Behemoths were extremely strong, making mining highly efficient, though somewhat unskilled.

When unsupervised, they frequently dug up less valuable ores.

Even so, the mining efficiency of the Golden Behemoths was incredibly high.

The only downside was that there were too many Zhao ancestors and too few Golden Behemoths.

The Golden Behemoths were nearly exhausted, yet the mined ores weren’t enough for the ancestors to divide.

An ancestor, Zhao Xuan, repeatedly urged Zhao Yi to capture more Golden Behemoths. He wanted to mine more ore to craft a Divine Artifact.

Zhao Yi previously ignored the ancestors’ requests.

Because Golden Behemoths were not like cabbages, you couldn’t just find them anywhere.

Who would’ve guessed he’d run into Golden Behemoths right after arriving in the Spirit Realm?

Zhao Yi straightened his back, one hand on his hip, the other pointing toward the Golden Behemoths.

Despite being no bigger than the opponent’s fingernail, Zhao Yi roared with the audacity of a giant.

"You, you, you, and you!"

Initially, Zhao Yi was counting, but then he realized there were too many in the Golden Behemoth race to count, so he simply waved his hand broadly.

"I declare, all of you are surrounded by me!"

"If you know what’s good for you, come with me to mine immediately, or it’ll be too late once I take action."

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you!"

Once these words were spoken, the entire world fell into dead silence.

Even the restlessly pacing Werewolves lay meekly on the ground, like dogs having their fur smoothed, not daring to make the slightest move.

They feared angering the Golden Behemoth race, bringing unnecessary calamity upon themselves.

On the undead side, the Undead Mages, who initially intended to greet the Sage of Time, all stopped in their tracks, looking at Zhao Yi as if he were a madman.

The Golden Behemoth is the royal family of the Half-Beastman World.

Even in the Three Thousand Small Worlds, the Golden Behemoth are still considered a prominent race.

The Golden Behemoth has dominated the Three Thousand Small Worlds for hundreds of thousands of years, and nobody has ever dared to make them mine!

The Undead Mages are allies with the Half-Beastman World, and barely managed to invite a few Golden Behemoths to welcome the Sage of Time’s return.

But unexpectedly, the Sage of Time did return, yet offended the entire Golden Behemoth race right away.

Those Undead Mages exchanged glances and then silently retreated behind the undead creatures.

The Golden Behemoth clan is about to explode.

They needed to be careful to avoid getting themselves splattered with blood.

Roar!

Indeed.

Upon hearing Zhao Yi’s words, the Golden Behemoths directly exploded.

All the Behemoths roared together, and the massive sound waves instantly killed more than half of the half-beastmen.

The remaining half-beastmen no longer cared about order, and under the terrifying threat of death, each fled in panic in all directions.

In a blink of an eye, at least hundreds of thousands of half-beastmen died in the stampede.

Seeing this, Zhao Yi once more confirmed his suspicion.

The Three Thousand Small Worlds were indeed chaotic.

Even though they belong to the same Half-Beastman World, the Golden Behemoths still looked down on those weaker half-beastmen.

Survival of the fittest.

Unlike the societal order of the Cultivation World, the Three Thousand Small Worlds adhere strictly to the law of the jungle.

Those who adapt survive, those who don’t are eliminated.

"I like this place."

Looking at the approaching Half-Beastmen, Zhao Yi’s eyes revealed a satisfied expression.

Let there be chaos.

The more chaotic, the better.

Zhao Yi didn’t come to the Spirit Realm as a guest this time.

He intended to thoroughly stir the waters of the Spirit Realm, causing a cataclysm in the Three Thousand Small Worlds.

This way the Cultivation Realm would have enough time to develop.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yi waved his hand, and hundreds of thousands of ancestral Zhao clan members appeared in the Spirit Realm.

The Zhao clan ancestors emerged from the Little World, and upon seeing the unfamiliar surroundings, each was instantly filled with curiosity.

"Is this the Spirit Realm?"

"It smells bad! Don’t those animals bathe?"

"Hiss, is this war?"

"Why are those half-beastmen attacking each other, aren’t they of the same tribe?"

"Golden Behemoths! So many Golden Behemoths, now we have miners!"

"Wow! These Golden Behemoths are terrifying, ninth-tier step back!"

"Ouch, my Thunder Tribulation is here!"

"My Thunder Tribulation has arrived too!"

"So many people undergoing tribulation at the same time, won’t something go wrong?"

Upon hearing the exclamations of the ancestors, Zhao Yi looked up at the sky.

The originally sunny day sky instantly turned into a dead silent, ominous leaden gray upon the appearance of the Zhao clan ancestors.

"Damn, run!"

Zhao Yi’s expression changed, and without time to react, he fled directly.

These past few days, he had been busy avoiding being hit by lightning.

Finally easing up for a moment, Zhao Yi definitely didn’t want to undergo the tribulation with these ancestors.

From a distance, Zhao Yi glanced back.

Beneath the tribulation clouds, hundreds of thousands of Zhao clan ancestors sat cross-legged.

They couldn’t spare any attention for capturing Golden Behemoths, each was busy meditating and catching their breath.

Half-beastmen are the most sensitive to changes in the heavens and earth.

When the tribulation clouds first appeared, they were still fleeing, but when the clouds formed, nobody dared to run anymore.

Including those towering Golden Behemoths, each was now cowering on the ground, trembling.

The only ones still behaving normally were the undead creatures.

They lacked emotions, didn’t know fear.

Each stood dumbfounded, looking like wooden stakes from afar.

The Undead Mages had already fled as far as possible.

As for their task to welcome the return of the Sage of Time?

The task was nothing compared to their safety.

The Undead Mages are just that pragmatic!

Zhao Yi kept fleeing for several hundred kilometers before stopping.

In the distance, the horizon was completely shrouded by the tribulation clouds.

With hundreds of thousands undergoing tribulation simultaneously, the scale of Thunder Tribulation must be cataclysmic.

The heavens of the Spirit Realm are going to collapse!

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