fictionpage Chapter 310 Who Enjoys Whom?
Chapter 310 Who Enjoys Whom?
Chapter 310: Who Benefits?
Palace of Calamitous Fate Main Altar.
Mei Qingfeng's expression was tense as he led a group of elder disciples to patrol around. In the dim sky, the magnificent clouds and purple mist had significantly diminished compared to before.
This was a sign of the sect's great loss of luck. Roughly estimated, it was now less than 30% of its peak, and the trend of luck dissipation had not completely stopped.
More than one-third of the vast void land, spanning billions of miles, had been shattered in the earth-shattering battle. The sect's protective mountain formation, built on this foundation, had long since collapsed.
As for the disciples of the past, only about 20-30% of them were still alive, and many of them were seriously injured due to the battle.
In short, the devastating blow that Palace of Calamitous Fate had suffered this time was something that had never been experienced in the countless millennia of the past. It was unknown how long it would take to repair the damage and return to its former peak state.
"Damn Heavenly Human Race..."
Even with the composure and cultivation of a saintess, Mei Qingfeng couldn't help but have the urge to curse their ancestors eighteen generations back. If it weren't for those anomalies causing trouble, how could their sect have suffered such a disaster?
Of course, Palace of Calamitous Fate had also colluded with them in the past and gained many undeserved benefits. Now, it seemed that this calamity was also the result of karmic retribution.
On the vast land, groups of disciples could be seen repairing various formation nodes, while high-ranking elders in the void gathered the shattered landmasses with great magical power and reconnected them to the giant landmass.
However, such a massive project not only consumed an exaggerated amount of resources but also suffered from a lack of manpower. It was not something that could be completed in a short time. At present, they could only take it step by step.
"...Your Highness, there is another large legion of Demon Race descendants appearing in the Mu Yang Star Domain. The disciples who are left behind are struggling to hold on and urgently need the sect's support," an elder came forward and reported after bowing.
"I understand. I will discuss it with the Master immediately," Mei Qingfeng rubbed his temples, feeling mentally exhausted.
Perhaps due to the significant decline in the sect's luck, the number of Demon Race legion attacks on various territories had become increasingly frequent during this period. Moreover, the scale of the attacks was getting larger, and the individual strength of the demonic descendants that appeared was becoming stronger and stronger. As a result, the sect's mobile support forces were exhausted, and the casualties were severe, no longer as capable as before.
In the sect's council hall.
At this moment, the founder of Palace of Calamitous Fate, Zi Yang Immortal Venerable, sat with a gloomy expression in the main seat. Yun Miaozi stood below with his head bowed, and a group of surviving high-ranking elders were also present, all with respectful expressions.
"...Look at the mess you've caused!"
Immortal Venerable Ziyang stared coldly at Yun Miaozhi, his deep-seated anger almost uncontrollable. He had the impulse to directly kill the other party multiple times. What kind of people were these juniors he left behind after leading his disciples to ascend? They colluded with outsiders for their own selfish interests, betrayed the interests of the Extreme Void Starry Sky, and secretly cooperated with the Heavenly Human Race for so many years. They thought they were clever, taking advantage of every opportunity, but in reality, they were just seeking their own destruction, being used by the Heavenly Human Race as a powerful accomplice in their plot to seize the luck of the Extreme Void Starry Sky.
If it weren't for the timely return of the sect's ancestors, the entire foundation of the sect would have become someone else's spoils. Moreover, in order to drive away those outsiders, three of Immortal Venerable Ziyang's proud disciples fell in battle, their remnants unable to be saved. The remaining three were also injured in their origins, and it was unknown when they could recover.
These unfilial descendants were experts at undermining their ancestors' efforts! If it weren't for the fact that the sect was currently in need of manpower and would still require these bastards to work in the future, Immortal Venerable Ziyang really wanted to annihilate them.
After venting his anger, Immortal Venerable Ziyang helplessly asked, "Have you found the whereabouts of those outsiders?"
Yun Miaozhi cautiously replied, "Currently, we have not discovered them. The last time we learned of their whereabouts was three days ago when they had just escaped into the Dark Immortal Domain near the Yanmo Nebula."
Due to the presence of two intact Emperor-level powers from the Heavenly Human Race, the Palace of Calamitous Fate's spies did not dare to pursue too closely. They could only keep a distance, but the other side's methods were not to be underestimated. By now, they had basically shaken off the pursuit of the Palace of Calamitous Fate.
Continuing the search was not impossible, but the Palace of Calamitous Fate no longer had the ability to completely eliminate them. Even if they were discovered, there was nothing they could do.
Should they ask for help from other sects?
Don't even think about it. The forces outside now had their own grievances with the Palace of Calamitous Fate. Seeing them in trouble, they would be grateful if they didn't kick them while they were down.
Immortal Venerable Ziyang sighed, "For now, let's focus on repairing the main altar of the sect. Other matters are not worth paying too much attention to."
"Yes, Ancestor," Yun Miaozhi respectfully replied. At this moment, he really wanted to ask if the sect still had enough power in the Upper Realm. If they could have another group of strong individuals return, it would be much easier to ensure that the Palace of Calamitous Fate could smoothly overcome its current weakness.
However, he also understood that Immortal Venerable Ziyang's current mood was terrible. A slight mistake could provoke his wrath, so he ultimately didn't dare to say much.
Immortal Venerable Ziyang knew his own affairs. In the Upper Realm, where powerful individuals were abundant, the Palace of Calamitous Fate, which was not known for its strong combat power, had not been doing well in recent years. They frequently fought with neighboring forces for territory and resources, which severely depleted the strength of the sect.
Therefore, these seven Quasi-Saint Emperor-level experts who returned were already half of the strategic military power of the Palace of Calamitous Fate in the Upper Realm. If they were to continue to be drawn away, it would affect the security of the sect's foundation in the Upper Realm. So, unless absolutely necessary, they couldn't consider such an option.
Therefore, Immortal Venerable Zi Yang can only hope that the three severely injured Emperor Sovereigns will recover as soon as possible and repair the main altar of the sect, so that there is still a chance to seek the luck of the Extreme Void Starry Sky.
If it is delayed until the ancestors of other sects return one after another, the Palace of Calamitous Fate will probably have a hard time achieving anything.
...
In the depths of the Dark Immortal Domain.
In a temporary Cave Mansion opened up in a deserted floating land layer of the void, Zi Huang and Ling Xi, who had a gloomy expression, followed Emperor Sovereign Bai Yuan silently.
Not far away, a group of Great Principle-level powerhouses from the Heavenly Human Race were silently setting up altars and constructing formations. Due to carrying ready-made components, the progress was quite fast.
When the formation is completed and the space-time passage is reopened, the surviving group of Heavenly Human Race powerhouses can return to the Illusory Mist Secret Realm. It will be much easier to heal and recover there.
However, the two fallen Emperor Sovereigns and thousands of Taiyi and Great Principle-level powerhouses cannot be resurrected.
"Is this how it ends?"
Beside them, Emperor Sovereign Yuan Xi, with a gray and defeated face, asked unwillingly.
Emperor Sovereign Bai Yuan sighed lightly and said expressionlessly, "What else can we do? We no longer have enough power to use. Moreover, the Extreme Void Starry Sky is not our home ground. If we don't want to be surrounded and attacked by those human forces, it is wise to return to the Illusory Mist Secret Realm first."
This time, the investment of the Heavenly Human Race's high-level was unprecedented. They thought they could achieve success in one fell swoop, but they didn't expect the unexpected to come so quickly!
Emperor Sovereign Yuan Xi's expression was wooden, "The power of the Extreme Void Starry Sky in the Upper Realm is returning. If we don't take appropriate measures, the luck of this time and space will be beyond our reach. Without this huge gain, our exiled race may not be able to return to the ancestral land of the heavens for a long time."
Emperor Sovereign Bai Yuan glanced at him and said, "In that case, we can only try to recall those old guys who are traveling outside. At this critical moment, no one can afford to act alone."
The Heavenly Human Race has nine Quasi-Saint Emperor Sovereigns on the surface, jointly holding the supreme power of the Illusory Mist Secret Realm, but the hidden strategic reserves are far more than that.
Now that they have encountered such a big setback, if they want to continue to seek the Extreme Void Starry Sky, they can only bet more chips, because for the Heavenly Human Race, this is a war that they fundamentally cannot afford to lose.
"In any case, let's go back first," Emperor Sovereign Bai Yuan said softly, "When we have healed our injuries, we can come back. In fact, considering the current situation of the Extreme Void Starry Sky, these human forces will also conflict with each other. From the perspective of our Heavenly Human Race, it is better to let them fight fiercely first. When they have fought enough, opportunities will naturally come."
There is only one supreme opportunity, and everyone wants it. Therefore, when the future calamity strikes, a scene of mountains of corpses and seas of blood will be inevitable.
If the Heavenly Human Race changes its strategy and observes the tiger fight from the mountain, waiting for the right moment to intervene, there is a great probability of laughing last.
"Alright! Let's leave it at that."
Emperor Yuanxi heaved a sigh of relief, feeling that the injuries in his body were not as uncomfortable anymore.
...
Cloud Dream Heavenly Palace, behind Imperial Dao Peak.
On the enormous martial arts field, senior sisters were divided into two groups, practicing sword techniques. The light and shadows were hazy, and the sword qi whistled.
Qin Muling leaned back in his seat by the side of the field, enjoying the spiritual wine and silently appreciating the sword skills of his senior sisters. Luo Huan and Feng Xia sat on his left and right, attentively serving him.
Under the table, Su Yuanzhen lowered her head, her cascading black hair scattered over her ample chest. Her beautiful eyes shimmered, carefully massaging his legs.
Because her cultivation level was the highest, she was not allowed to participate and could only stay behind to serve her junior brother. Of course, this was exactly what she desired.
After watching for a while, it had to be admitted that Third Senior Sister Qi Yalan had a more obvious advantage. After all, her talent was in the path of sword cultivation, and she had obtained numerous Spirit Inspiring Dao Rhymes from Qin Muling. Therefore, she was able to surpass most of her senior sisters.
Hmm, only Princess Long Yi could restrain her based on the advantage of her cultivation level. As for Luo Qinghan and Mu Yinshuang, the later holy daughters, they were inferior to Qi Yalan in both cultivation and swordsmanship.
Fairy Qing Chan's performance was average. Qin Muling watched for a moment and didn't have much impression of her sword skills. However, he had a more direct understanding of her extraordinary and voluptuous figure, with her towering and robust bust and hip line. In the intense battle, that scenery easily threw off his heart rhythm.
After some thought, Qin Muling picked up a communication jade talisman by his side and discreetly sent her a message: "Clean yourself up and wait for me tonight!"
On the field, Fairy Qing Chan, dressed in a deep blue outfit, with a heroic and stunning appearance, felt something and glanced at the jade talisman on her fair wrist. A strange expression appeared in her beautiful eyes.
"???"
Clean myself up?
Junior brother, oh junior brother, who will be enjoying whom? Don't you have any sense of urgency?
She cast a teasing glance at the purple-clad handsome youth by the side of the field. In her beautiful eyes, a seductive charm emerged as she began to contemplate what kind of program to arrange for him tonight.
(End of this chapter)