I Can Reap Qi Fortune from Players-Chapter 656 - 142: Calamity of Destruction

East Sea Dragon Palace.

It was no longer a dragon palace; numerous dragon tombs and the entire palace complex had collapsed.

Ancient structures from millions of years ago were collapsing like blocks, destroyed in an instant.

"Not good!"

"Hurry up, leave!"

"Why haven’t you retreated yet?"

Shouts echoed everywhere, spreading outward.

Xian was rapidly expanding every second, making even places a hundred kilometers away unsafe.

Innumerable evacuating Ghost Dragons, dragon race servants, the Turtle Prime Minister clan, and sea race species of various affiliated dragon races were pressed together in a dark mass, the earth below them constantly extracting earth veins, battering the ground, sweeping away each Ember.

"Help!"

"No!"

The soft tendrils of the earth vein, like a red and black towering forest, forced the cultivators behind to run painfully, like debris on the shoreline being pushed by the tide.

"No!!"

There were sea race members crying, watching their parents’ Embers, and even their spouse’s Embers, being swept away alive, facing yet another separation of life and death.

Some cultivators were maintaining order, but they were still mercilessly swept away by tendrils of earth veins probing from who knows where.

Sounds of anger, screams, wails, countless voices crowded together, like the arrival of the apocalypse.

If it weren’t for the eight thousand Self-Transformation Realm Dharma Aspects of the Shadow Devouring Dragon, with enough strength to pull out the surrounding ancestral graves and even to escort the young generation of the dragon race to retreat, the ancestral grave of the dragon race’s settlement might have been almost entirely annihilated!

Yet even so, the situation was still grim.

Boom!

"That Geng Metal Emperor, was he taken down in an instant?"

All the top cultivators of the Nine-State were heavy-faced; such terrifying power...

A horrible sense of oppression emanated from Xian, making many beings unknowingly break into a cold sweat, fear running rampant in their hearts, their breath seemingly halting, not daring to disturb this ancient Demon King before them.

Such an oppressive force, such momentum...

Simply unheard of.

A Xian with a brain and one without are completely different levels.

Without a brain, it was purely a beast; with a brain, it became the ultimate Demon King, perfect between heaven and earth.

The origin of Xian was unknown to all, but Xian was the "Immortal" of the Sacrificial Era, the Supreme Emperor worshiped by countless tribal creatures. Its fall divided into the Embers Disaster and the Pseudo-human Calamity.

Someone spoke softly, hesitating to continue:

"The Self-Transformation Realm, close to rebirth from a drop of blood, let alone the defense level of that guy, being instantly beaten like this?"

"Hmph, it’s due to his arrogance, thinking he could resist head-on." Some from the dragon race remained arrogant.

Some from the Phoenix Race, though unable to be present, were also analyzing incessantly, "No! The only ones who can withstand such an attack are the Rose lineage of the Human Race, or perhaps the Black Tortoise Divine Beast."

"In other words, do we need to start evading its attacks?"

"Without a meat shield to hold, this battle is quite troublesome. It’s all because the Black Tortoise Race didn’t come to the battle... and the previous Human God, who severed the Rose King’s lineage temporarily."

Listening to the surrounding voices, looking at the White Tiger Geng Metal Saint being treated by the White Dragon beneath him, Xin Xichen’s expression was icy, "This is troublesome!"

As a Ghost King, he wasn’t absorbed by Xian’s instinct, all because he had once killed Xian, acquiring part of Xian’s talents to resist the absorption pull of Embers!

Therefore.

He had enough confidence to completely eliminate the opponent, to seal it, even to replace it, becoming a smaller Xian himself.

For him, though Xian was growing, the longer this fight dragged on, the more unfavorable it would be.

His Fire of Civilization was constantly deducting, perfecting his cultivation technique, and even utilizing Xian’s power to defeat this brainless Xian.

Just as Ning Zheng was confident in his way of defeating Xian, he was also very confident in his method to win against Xian.

But all this was based on the premise that the opponent was brainless.

"And now, with intelligence, there are variables..."

Xin Xichen’s heart could not stop sinking.

In fact, without Ning Zheng’s interference, he really had great confidence to take down this Xian, because no matter how much it could converge, in his eyes it was no more than a giant, continually accumulating soul mixture.

But he was confident of winning, Ning Zheng was also confident, and neither believed the other...

The two sides were destined to oppose each other, both choosing to defeat this Xian in their own way.

Boom boom boom!

At this moment, Xian, having transformed into a thirty-kilometer behemoth, blotted out the sun and sky, seemingly a massive mountain of flesh and blood, countless short limbs, trunks, dragon whiskers, dragon claws, human hands... were all shaking, forming a huge Ember limb aggregate.

A pair of eyes incomparably deep, densely forming a net-like soft giant eyeball, gave one an eerie sense that looking at it would immediately strip away all sanity.

At this time.

Xian was rampaging, the root veins under its feet extending endlessly.

Xian was like a colossal tree collapsing over thirty kilometers, surrounded by endless steam, and the flesh squirmed, the roots beneath it layered like blood vessels, transporting large amounts of nutrients.

This scene gave an extreme visual impact, a feeling of shattered belief and collapsed worldview.

+1 million.

+1 million.

+1 million.

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"The body’s expansion is too fast... the brain is struggling to control, rapidly being drained, squeezed dry."

"However, so much Qi Fortune Value, came at just the right time."

Within Xian’s brain, Ning Zheng concentrated his perception.

This was Ximen City in action, unable to help but praise his blacksmiths as his best allies; they were so competent, seizing every opportunity!

The Qi Fortune Value that was previously nonexistent surged, giving Ning Zheng a sense of assurance.

"With the logistical support of these blacksmiths, it’s possible that..."

Some proactive voices spoke out and stopped:

Low quality, middle quality, and even lower grade Yin Yang Five Elements Spirit Roots could be merged to create a sea race of pseudo-human warriors.

It’s also important to note the strategic manipulation needed to defeat Xian.

This will amplify the "Brain Muddy Qi," while weakening the "Body Embers," one’s team of brain warriors cannot control an overwhelmingly massive body that stretches across millions of kilometers.

It has to be weakened naturally, Xin Xichen and others are the best grindstones for that, to weaken Xian’s body.

Listening to nearby voices, watching the White Dragon healing the seriously injured White Tiger Geng Metal Saint beneath, Xin Xichen’s expression remained cold, "This is trouble now!"

Being a Ghost King, he wasn’t absorbed by Xian’s instinct because he had once killed Xian, possessing a part of Xian’s innate gift, able to resist the attraction of the opponent’s Embers power!

Therefore.

He had enough leverage to eliminate the opponent completely, seal it, and even replace it, being a small-scale Xian himself.

To him, although Xian is growing, prolonging this battle would not be advantageous.

His civilization’s fire continuously developed, perfecting his cultivation technique, even utilizing Xian’s power to defeat this mindless Xian.

Just like how Ning Zheng had confidence in his own way to win over Xian, Xin Xichen was equally confident in his method to win over Xian.

But all of this was based on the condition that the opponent was without intelligence.

"Now, however, it has gained wisdom, bringing with it new variables..."

Xin Xichen couldn’t help but feel a sinking heart.

In fact, if Ning Zheng hadn’t interfered, he would have had a good chance of defeating this Xian, because no matter how strong it becomes, in his eyes, it’s nothing but a constantly accumulating giant soul amalgamation.

But both he and Ning Zheng are confident in their methods to defeat Xian, yet none trusts the other...

They are destined to heed nothing but each other, both opting to win against Xian their own way.

Now.

Xian has expanded to a thirty-kilometer size, collapsing like a massive tree, with a terrifying presence that tears faith apart, shattering worldviews.

Like a giant mountain of flesh and blood, Xian has become the ultimate entity causing the whole Nine-State and Four Seas to tremble...

The looming figure, embedded in the earth, absorbs every Ember in its path.

The battle proceeds.

The Nine-headed Dragon Emperor, leading eight Dragon Race Saints, engages in the medium-range attack.

Forming an array, they channel their power into the Nine-headed Dragon Emperor, with wind, fire, and lightning coursing over its form.

Meanwhile, the White Tiger Race, although not present, is also analyzing without pause, "No! Such an attack, only the Rose lineage of the Human Race, or the Black Tortoise Divine Beast, could withstand it."

"So, does that mean we’re going to have to start dodging its attacks?"

"Without a meat shield, this battle is a bit troublesome, it’s all because the Black Tortoise Race didn’t come to fight... and previously, the Human God severed the Rose King’s bloodline on a whim."

Amid the surrounding discourse, watching the White Dragon heal the seriously wounded White Tiger Geng Metal Saint at his feet, Xin Xichen’s expression grew colder, "This is troubling now!"

As a Ghost King, he’s not innately absorbed by Xian, solely because he had once killed Xian and acquired part of Xian’s talent, enough to resist the opponent’s Ember pull!

Therefore.

He had enough confidence to completely eradicate his opponent, to seal it, even to take its place, becoming a smaller version of Xian himself.

To him, although Xian was growing, prolonging this battle would be unfavorable.

His Fire of Civilization was constantly evolving, perfecting the cultivation technique, and even utilizing Xian’s power to defeat this brainless Xian.

Just as Ning Zheng confidently believed in his own way to defeat Xian, so too was Xin Xichen confident in his own strategy to overcome Xian.

But all of this was based on the condition that the opponent was mindless.

"Now that it possesses wisdom, it also possesses variables..."

Deep within, Xin Xichen felt an inexorable plunge.

In fact, if not for Ning Zheng’s interference, he really had a great chance to take down this Xian, because no matter how much it could coalesce, it was just a huge accumulating mixture of souls in his eyes.

But he felt confident he could win, and Ning Zheng was confident he could win too, though neither believed in the other’s approach...

The two were destined to confront each other, and both chose to rely on their own methods to fight and defeat Xian.

But at that moment, Xian had gained intelligence, and thus variables came into play, complicating the situation...

Xin Xichen couldn’t help but feel a sinking dread within.

In truth, had it not been for Ning Zheng’s interference, he would have had a great chance to take down this Xian because in his eyes, no matter how much it gathered, it was only a huge accumulating amalgamation of souls to him.

But despite his confidence, Ning Zheng was confident as well, and neither trusted the other’s plan entirely...

They were destined to be in opposition, both choosing to fight and defeat this Xian in their own way.

Xian continued to rush headlong.

Now turned into a thirty-kilometer tumbling mass, like a massive mountain of flesh and blood, countless short limbs, trunks, dragon whiskers, and dragon manes extending all over.

A network of webbed, soft large eyes gave a horrifying suspense that seemed to strip away all reason with a single glance.

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