Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 487: Alliance of All Races, Great Tribulation Sacrifice

When the news of the establishment of the Yunhai Divine Court spread, it immediately caused an uproar in the prehistoric world.

The Beiming Demonic Sect was the first to receive the news and conduct a test, but the result of the test was not satisfactory, and it did not let the other innate saints who were watching secretly see that the Divine Court was showing cowardice.

Instead, it allowed them to see the strength of the Divine Court.

Lord Yunhai changed his previous gentleness and showed his cold side, using the purest strength to tell them what a veteran eighth-level person is.

The so-called veteran eighth-level warriors are those who have the power to beat ordinary eighth-level warriors to their knees!

In short, after watching the battle between the Demonic Path and the Divine Court, some of the innate saints decisively turned to the Divine Court and asked the races under their command to respect the three races as the leaders as announced by the Divine Court.

Correspondingly, there are also some stubborn innate sacred beings who are unwilling to surrender.

They connected with those who were also unwilling to surrender, connected with the Beiming Demon Sect in the north, and persuaded the various tribes that were unwilling to surrender in the west, gradually forming a resistance force across the northwest.

In order to criticize the legitimacy of the Yunhai Divine Court, they called themselves the "Alliance of All Races", but in fact, they were just like the Divine Court and could not represent all races at all.

This title is nothing more than a name to make oneself appear to be in a righteous position.

Since the main base of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance is in the west, Xuanjun Temple, located at the intersection of the central and western regions, naturally became a thorn in their eyes and a thorn in their side.

The Tianpeng clan, which was very close to Xuanjun Temple, also caught their attention. This race was still wavering and had not given them a definite answer, which made the Alliance of All Races very anxious.

Therefore, the Alliance of All Races frequently sent envoys to advise the Tianpeng Clan to join the Alliance as soon as possible and not to make any more indecisive moves.

"The Cloud Sea Divine Court is only a divine court of innate holiness, not the Divine Court of the myriad races of the prehistoric world. How can they represent the will of myriad races?"

"Are you really willing to let the Tianpeng clan bow down to the Feng clan? Respect the Feng clan as the leader of all flying birds?"

In the Tianpeng tribe’s territory, the envoy of the Ten Thousand Races Alliance earnestly advised the Tianpeng tribe leader, but no matter how he advised, the old leader remained unmoved and refused with the same words:
"I still need to discuss this important matter with the ancestor, but the ancestor is out visiting friends, so I have to trouble the messenger to wait for a while."

The messenger was so exhausted from talking that he felt helpless. He could only ask, "When will the ancestor of the nobles come back?"

"I don't know either." The old patriarch shook his head, a helpless look on his face.

"In that case, I will go back first."

"Why don't you stay in my Tianpeng tribe for a while so that we can show our hospitality. And maybe the ancestor of our tribe will come back after a while? Then I can give you an answer."

Seeing that the messenger was about to leave, the old patriarch immediately recalled what the ancestor said before he left, and hurriedly stopped the man.

He naturally knew that the ancestor had gone to the Phoenix Clan to negotiate terms. If the ancestor reached an agreement, the Tianpeng Clan would side with the Yunhai Divine Court.

But if no agreement is reached, the Alliance of All Races will be the Tianpeng Clan's retreat.

No matter what, the Tianpeng clan will never lose.

Under the enthusiastic persuasion of the old patriarch, the envoy glanced at the Tianpeng guards who had surrounded the outside inconspicuously, and in a moment he guessed most of the Tianpeng tribe's plans.

"So you treat us as your servants." The messenger had a gloomy look in his eyes, but he was helpless against the Tianpeng tribe.

He was just a small seventh-level being. It was impossible for him to break out of the heavily guarded territory of the Tianpeng tribe alone. The best he could do was to report the matter to the alliance after returning and see how the innate saints above would deal with the matter.

The premise of all this is that he can go back. If the Tianpeng tribe really turns to the Divine Court, he may not even be able to go back.

"This is the eighth level of the Great Desolation after all." Suddenly, the messenger felt a sense of resentment for no apparent reason, "My Lord, is this the world you wish for?"

"If that's the case, then what's the point of our birth?"

This emotion came and went quickly, and after a moment he quickly extinguished this memory. Several Tianpeng guards came over, each of them was at the seventh level, obviously the foundation of the Tianpeng clan.

Under their warm escort, the envoy left the Tianpeng tribe's territory and was taken to a villa.

"I don't know when the ancestor will be able to come back." The old patriarch sighed, "If he doesn't come back, I can't delay it any longer."

Not only the messenger was in pain, he was also in pain.

Today, the Tianpeng Clan is caught between two sides. To the west, there is the intimidation and inducement of the Alliance of All Clan, and to the east, there is the intimidation and blocking of the Xuanjun Temple. No matter which side they lean towards, they will face a fatal blow from the other side.

He could only hope that the only innate sacred being in the clan, the ancestor who gave birth to the entire Tianpeng clan, would return as soon as possible.

In the backyard of Xuanjun Temple, the book of earth rooted in the earth veins was being turned page by page.

The young man in a black Taoist robe absentmindedly placed his hand on the big book, his pupils dilated.

Xuanjun's will has been connected to the earth vein network, monitoring the Tianpeng clan's every move through the deep earth veins that connect various places.

"I didn't sense the aura of the eighth level. It seems that the old Tianpeng is still with the Phoenix Clan and hasn't returned yet. Should we take the initiative?"

After thinking for a while, Xuanjun gave up the idea.

If we can't deal with the ancestor of Tianpeng, it's useless to destroy the entire Tianpeng clan.

Today, this primitive world is ultimately an eighth-level primitive world, and race is just an additional thing to those innate sacred things.

After pulling his will out of the earth veins, Xuanjun suddenly felt something and looked towards the west.

In his eyes, the sky above the territory of the Western Tianpeng Clan was filled with wisps of calamity.

These calamity energies are extremely concealed. Even if they are at the eighth level, they cannot be seen unless you look carefully. It is obvious that they were deliberately guided and formed by someone.

The only person who possesses this ability, apart from the Void Bright Lord who has not appeared since the creation of the world, is his incarnation of Jie Dao.

It seems that with the evolution of the prehistoric world, the catastrophe has moved forward a lot, otherwise the Lord of the Catastrophe would not be able to project his power to the outside world.

"It seems that he intends to choose the Tianpeng tribe as the first sacrifice to start the great catastrophe."

The first time he saw the calamity energy, Xuanjun understood the plan of the Lord of Calamity.

Without any hesitation, he walked to the Book of Earth and commanded the earth veins connected to it with his own will.

In a moment, his orders were transmitted to the Tianpeng tribe's territory through the deep earth veins, instantly activating the earth veins there.

The earth emits murderous intent, dragons and snakes rise from the land.

The earth trembled, and the activated earth veins and spirit veins entangled, transforming into earth dragons with strong aura, strangling the entire Tianpeng clan.

With just one claw, the earth dragon killed countless sky eagles that had not yet had the chance to take off.

The Tianpeng tribe leader dodged the attacking claw, revealed his true form and flew high into the sky. He stared with bloodshot eyes at the terrifying earth dragon surging and raging on the earth, and an idea emerged in his mind.

Someone at the eighth level has taken action.

A deep feeling of powerlessness surged in his heart, and at this moment he also understood what the messenger felt at that time.

(End of this chapter)