Listening to Bai Yijun's slightly confused words, Ye Chen frowned slightly and looked at the dark night scene outside the porthole of the spaceship. The thick fog in the sky covered the blood-red full moon, and the earth was covered with a layer of dark snow. Unknowingly, it was already evening.
"Perhaps only the Primogenitor and the others know about this."
Ye Chen sighed softly, then the corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. He held Bai Yijun's little hand tightly and said, "Let's go back to the clan first."
"Okay." Bai Yijun felt that her little hand was being held, and her cheeks were a little red.
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Rock God Mountain.
Temple of the Earth God.
A red blood moon slowly emerged from behind the thick fog, emitting a strange and hazy blood-red moonlight that shrouded the mysterious mountain peak in the night.
Within a light-year of this mountain peak, there were no major cities. There were only some small towns, and the technology in the cities was not powerful. The prosperity was not bad, and there were no powerful gods. Even the strongest person living in the town closest to the Rock God Mountain was only a high-level god.
However, at this moment, in the courtyard where the high-level god lived, a person appeared like a ghost. This person's figure was silent, like a breeze in the night. He stood elegantly in the quiet corridor, and the blood-red moonlight that shone through the corridor eaves stretched out on the fine sandalwood floor. He was like a demon in the dark, with a strange smile that no one knew.
Ksitigarbha Ksitigarbha stood in the corridor, looking at the sealed metal room in front of him. His lips were curved in a charming smile, and his clear and elegant black hair danced in the night wind like hourglasses. His cheeks were as white as porcelain, and half of them were shrouded in shadows while the other half was covered in a layer of blood-red moonlight, making him appear somewhat mysterious.
His deep eyes seemed to be able to see through everything. He could even see the high-level god who was cultivating in the enclosed metal room in front of him. He smiled and walked toward the enclosed metal door in front of him as if he was walking in his own house. Then, like a wisp of smoke, he seeped into the room as if the indestructible door was just an illusory projection.
Bola closed his eyes and cultivated the demonic power in his body. He was the deacon elder of the Twelfth Palace of the ancient Babylonian civilization. He was now stuck at a bottleneck, and he only needed a trace of miraculous power to help him break through from a high-level god to a peak god. Then, he would be able to jump from a low-level deacon elder to an elder of the honorary elder group!
Although the two of them were both elders, their statuses were completely different. He was secretly anxious. He had been stuck at the high-level God Realm for many years and had yet to make a breakthrough. Tonight, he planned to make another breakthrough. He focused all of his thoughts inside his body, leaving no trace of his perception of the outside world. He knew that absolutely no one could enter this meticulously crafted cultivation room, not even a low-level God Emperor!
Hum!
When he gathered all his power and tried to break through, he failed again as usual. His mind buzzed with a familiar sound, and it went blank. After a long time, he came back to his senses. He sighed heavily in his heart. Although he had failed many times, each time he failed, there was a faint sense of disappointment and frustration.
He shook his head and sat down to recover a little. He opened his eyes and was about to get up to wash the dirt off his body when suddenly, his body froze. He could not move at all. His eyes were filled with indescribable shock and fear as he looked at the slender man in front of him who was standing in the darkness with a smile.
"You, you …" His throat moved, but he could only speak in a low, hoarse voice like sand rubbing against each other.
"You failed."
Di Zang Chuan walked out of the darkness with an elegant and luxurious smile on his face. Although there was not much light in the cultivation room, his whole body seemed to be covered with a layer of starlight, and it was dazzling. "What a pity. Your aptitude is really bad. It should be a miracle that you succeeded." He looked very regretful.
"Who … are you?" Bola's voice sounded like it was being strangled by a demon, and it sounded very uncomfortable.
The corners of Di Zang Chuan's lips curled up slightly. His snow-white eyes seemed to have a strange magical power as he stared into Bola's eyes. "Tell me, who is this generation's Lord of the Earth?"
Bola's eyes gradually turned blank, and he muttered as if he had been possessed. "The Lord of the Earth, it's Cang Dao …"
"Cang Dao?" Di Zang Chuan seemed to be deep in thought. He then asked, "Is Tzanshe in the Temple of the Earth God?"
"Tzanshe … is the ancestor of the Lord of the Earth …"
"Oh?" Di Zang Chuan's eyes lit up. "Then which generation's Lord of the Earth is Cang Dao?"
"The twenty-first generation …"
"So that's how it is."
Di Zang Chuan withdrew his gaze from Bola and turned back to look at the thick fog and dark clouds above the skylight in the room. His eyes shone as if they had been smeared with a layer of snow. "Time passes really quickly … If that's the case, Tzanshe should have already passed away for a very long time." His voice seemed to be burning and boiling in the darkness, and it even carried a faint smell of blood.
Then, he glanced at the unconscious Bola. His expression was cold and arrogant, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice. "After so many years, it still hasn't changed. It's still using the same old tricks. They've spread these small towns around and raised so many weak and lowly creatures. They've planted spiritual marks in their bodies and reproduced through the mother's embryos. Every generation has such a spiritual mark in their bodies. Once they die within a light-year, the spiritual mark will activate the 'Divine Light System' in the air, and then use the Goddess of Intelligence in the temple to check on the invader. Haha …"
He chuckled softly and turned back to walk toward the metal sealed door behind him. The moment he turned around, the unconscious Bola's body melted like snow. The flesh and blood all over his body burned like candles, quickly turning into a sticky, blood-red liquid that pooled on the ground. All that was left was a white skeleton.
"Tzanshe is already dead. What else do I have to fear …" Di Zang Chuan's figure appeared in the sky above this small town. He stood in the pitch-black night sky, and the gentle and cold breeze caused the corners of his clothes to flutter slightly. He was like the God of Death in the darkness, looking down at the entire town.
Then, he slowly raised his hand.
He pressed down gently, as if he was pressing down on the invisible air, or as if he was caressing the skin of his lover.
A faint breeze blew toward him, and there was a faint smell of blood in the air. He chuckled softly, and his two rows of snow-white teeth appeared especially bright and cold under the shadows of his face.
Then, his figure flashed slightly, and he disappeared into thin air.
After a while, the curtain of the dense fog in the starry night sky was slowly parted, revealing the blood-red moon. The demonic and cold light illuminated the entire small town. This town, which had been a little noisy, was now completely silent, as if it had lost all sound.
The moonlight shone on the ground like frost. On the streets of the town, sticky, scarlet blood slowly flowed out from the cracks under the doors of thousands of households. In this dark and windy night, it was filled with treachery and eeriness.
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Rock God Mountain, in the Terrene Shrine.
A sharp, ear-piercing alarm rang out from the central system, tugging at the hearts of countless people. It caused the various Elders, attendants, and Hall Masters, who had been cultivating in the quiet night, to quickly rush over. It was because the Terrene Shrine Master had sent out an emergency summon.
In fact, those who had been working here for a long time knew that if they heard the alarm from the central system, they would have to rush over even without the summon. It was because in countless years, the central system had never sent out an alarm before. The closest one was 70 million years ago, when the dragon soul beast from the abyss of the Dark World tore through the cracks in space and arrived at the territory under the Terrene Shrine's jurisdiction. That battle became an epic, and it was so intense that it was indescribable. It was recorded in the Terrene Shrine's history.
In that battle, the 19th generation Terrene Shrine Master had died on the spot!
When the alarm rang out, the entire Rock God Mountain quickly woke up from the silence of the night. The sentries, who were still a little sleepy, were immediately alerted. The blood in their bodies flowed in reverse, and they looked around anxiously. It was as if their hearts had been tightened by a string.
In the Terrene Shrine's meeting hall.
Bright lights shone on everyone's faces, reflecting their pale complexions. Everyone's brows were covered in a layer of haze, and most of them sat down without saying a word. There were also some people who started discussing softly.
"The Palace Master has arrived …" Suddenly, a gentle voice rang out in the meeting hall.
Everyone instantly stopped and stood up from their seats as if they were conditioned reflexes. Their bodies were as straight as javelins, and they were so stiff that it was as if someone had struck their acupoints.
There seemed to be a faint fragrance in the warm air, and there seemed to be the sound of flower petals drifting down. Not far away from the door, a nine-headed divine dragon wearing golden armor with fine golden engravings protruding from its chest appeared. Its densely packed scales were like sharp blades, reflecting cold light.
This man walked very slowly, but in the blink of an eye, he appeared at the entrance of the meeting hall. With another blink of an eye, he was seated on the golden dragon throne at the very top of the meeting table.
"Greetings to Lord Palace Master!"
Everyone lowered their heads and bowed, their voices filled with sincerity and respect.
This man in golden armor merely tapped the table twice with his index finger, and everyone sat down as if their acupoints had been released.
"Does everyone know why I've called all of you here?"
The man in golden armor's gentle and magnetic voice was like warm spring water, ringing out next to everyone's ears. His gaze was fixed on the table before him, as well as the door at the end of the table, as well as the pitch-black night sky in the distance.
Amidst his nonchalant words, everyone fell silent. After a short moment, a slightly plump man stood up, cupped his hands, and said respectfully, "Lord Palace Master, I've just found out from the intelligence department that someone has secretly barged into the Terrene Shrine's headquarters' security perimeter. Moreover, within one minute, he has brutally killed people in seven to eight cities and towns. A total of 640 million people have died, but not a single one of them was injured or killed. It can be seen that there's only one person who has come, and he's very powerful!"
The others knew that this slightly plump man was the Deputy Head of the intelligence department. Hearing him say this number, they could not help but frown, their hearts feeling a little heavy.
Amidst the dead silence, the man in golden armor tapped his fingers lightly on the table. The tapping was slow and had a strange rhythm, as if it was tapping on everyone's hearts. His elegant and gentle voice rang out softly, "The person who has come is not just powerful. He should be considered a monster …"
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