Fighting: Practice makes it real, start with a poisonous body.

Chapter 257 The Curse of Endless Mental Power

Time flies, and six months have passed quietly.

On this day, the sky above the ancient realm became unusually lively.

"Boom--!"

Countless spatial passages suddenly opened up throughout the ancient realm, their entrances gleaming with distorted light, like gigantic maws devouring life.

The strongmen of each tribe, dressed in uniform and wielding chains, drove and escorted their people out like livestock.

Tens of millions of descendants gathered on the open plain in the center of the ancient world, densely packed and stretching as far as the eye could see.

Most of them wore expressions of fear and confusion, pushing and shoving each other, forming a bustling yet lifeless sea of ​​people, the ground slightly sinking under the weight of this massive crowd.

High above the clouds, an invisible platform floated, upon which the chieftains of various tribes stood, their gazes coldly surveying the crowds below.

"The Medicine Clan members have all arrived."

Yao Dan spoke first, his voice low and deep: "Ten million descendants, not one missing."

The Soul Emperor nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the other clan leaders, and asked calmly, "Where are the others?"

"The Stone Clan has all arrived as well."

"The same applies to the Spirit Race."

Lei Ying looked down at the Lei Clan descendants dressed in azure robes, their faces filled with fear, and his tone carried a hint of complex emotion that was hard to detect.

"The Thunder Clan has also arrived. Although I feel bad for them, it's all for the future of the clan, so I can only ask them to make do."

There's no need to be so sad.

A hint of ruthlessness flashed in Yan Jin's eyes as he said, "The descendants are like weeds in the ground. Even if they are cut down now, they will grow back in the future."

It's just a consumable item!

The Soul Emperor looked at Gu Yuan, a half-smile curving his lips: "The ancient clan's grand formation should be ready, right?"

If you mess up again, I'll kill you right now.

"You don't need to remind me."

Gu Yuan retorted coldly, then suddenly flicked his sleeve.

"boom--!"

In an instant, countless golden runes frantically flipped on the spatial barrier that enveloped the entire ancient realm, and the vast spatial power surged like a tide, emitting a buzzing roar.

As the power of space shifted, the scene that had been blocked by the spatial barrier quietly appeared to the side of everyone's gaze.

Nine thick golden chains, each as thick as a bucket, extended from both ends of the sky, intertwining and forming a massive three-dimensional array. At the very center of the array, a cage entirely made of golden patterns floated.

Within the cage lay a beautiful figure—none other than Xiao Xun'er, the little princess of the ancient clan.

Inside the cage, a beautiful figure in a white dress was firmly locked up.

Countless tiny golden chains were wrapped around Xiao Xun'er's limbs and waist, fixing her body in the center of the cage, making her unable to move even slightly, just like a caged bird that had lost its freedom.

At this moment, Xiao Xun'er's long hair was disheveled, her face was as pale as paper, and her eyes were empty and lifeless, without any of her former liveliness.

"That's good."

The Soul Emperor smiled with satisfaction.

He was genuinely afraid that his old rival was up to something again, and he could only feel at ease if he saw it with his own eyes.

"In that case, it's time for my Soul Clan's Emperor-Slaying Formation to arrive!"

With a slap of his hand, the Soul Emperor unleashed dozens of powerful Saintly auras soaring into the sky on the distant horizon!

These saints were arranged in a specific direction, surrounded by dark mist, forming a huge formation, and slowly flew towards the center of the ancient realm!

Wherever the formation passed, even the air was stained dark black, exuding a chilling pressure!
"So many saints!"

The tribal chiefs were all taken aback.

The number of Saints displayed in this formation alone far exceeds the total number of Saints in any single Imperial Clan. The hidden strength of the Soul Clan is... terrifyingly powerful!
Gu Yuan frowned deeply, his expression growing increasingly grave.

For the past thousand years, the Soul Clan has appeared silent, but in reality, they have been cultivating themselves and accumulating unfathomable strength. If it weren't for this campaign against Xiao Jibai, the Soul Clan would probably have continued to hide.

In terms of the number of saints alone, the ancient race is no match for the soul race.

What unsettled him even more was that no one knew whether these saints before him were merely a part of the Soul Clan's power...

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the flying formation. The four demon saints of the Soul Clan stood at the four corners of the formation, like four pillars, firmly securing the foundation of the formation.

The remaining saints were scattered throughout the formation, their dark holy power converging like flowing water, forming thick veins that connected the entire formation.

As holy power was continuously injected, a terrifying crimson aura appeared on the surface of the great formation. That aura contained endless killing intent and destruction, which made the patriarchs of all races feel a chill run down their spines.

The Soul Emperor laughed and said, "Everyone, the time has come. Come on, throw the descendants of each race into this Emperor-Slaying Formation!"

Their lives and strength will nourish the Emperor-Slaying Formation, accumulating enough power for the formation to unleash that decisive, Emperor-Slaying strike at the final moment! "Good!"

The elixir master said, "Medicine is a myriad of fires!"

"Yes!"

Yao Wanhuo stepped forward in response, landing on the high platform in front of the Yao clan descendants. He looked down at the densely packed clansmen below, his tone indifferent.

"For the future of the Medicine Clan, and to counter the evil Sword Emperor's backup plan, I beg you to sacrifice yourselves today and offer yourselves as sacrifices to the formation!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the millions of Yao ethnic minority people below burst into terrified cries.

"No! I don't want to die!"

"Why should we die? We have no grudge against the Sword Emperor!"

"Chief, save us! We don't want to be sacrificed!"

"..."

Despair spread like a plague, the crowd began to stir, and countless people fled in all directions, trying to break free from their predetermined fate.

"Shut up, everyone!"

Yao Wanhu roared, and the aura of a saint erupted from his body, the invisible shockwave knocking the descendants in the front row to the ground.

The will to survive had long since overcome the fear, and even in the face of the Holy Might, countless people still fled frantically, and the entire clan was in complete chaos!
"Hmph, you don't know what's good for you!"

Yao Wanhu snorted coldly, a ruthless glint in his eyes, and said, "Make your move!"

“Swish, swish, swish—!”

Eight figures sped out from behind the clouds, all of them were saints of the Medicine Clan. They stood side by side with Yao Wanhuo, and the nine of them simultaneously unleashed their saintly power!
"Om-!"

The immense power of space gathered in mid-air, transforming into a pitch-black barrier that enveloped the heavens and the earth, like a giant cage, instantly enveloping the millions of fleeing descendants!
Although the number of millions of descendants is enormous, the highest cultivation level is only Dou Huang. In front of the barrier set up by the nine saints, they are like lambs to the slaughter!

No matter how much they rammed and cried out, the barrier remained unmoved, without even a crack appearing.

"Throw all these wicked creatures into the great formation!"

Yao Wanhuo's expression was icy cold.

"Yes!"

Nine Medicine Clan Battle Saints simultaneously formed hand seals, and as their hand seals flipped, the spatial barrier slowly rose into the air, moving towards the Emperor-Slaying Array not far away.

When the barrier reached directly above the Emperor-Slaying Formation, Yao Wanhu gave the order: "Release!"

A huge gaping hole instantly appeared below the barrier, like the gaping maw of an abyss, and the Emperor-Slaying Array below was emitting a scarlet suction force!
"No—!"

Millions of descendants screamed and struggled, but they were still unable to resist the pull of gravity and suction, falling into the Emperor-Slaying Formation like dumplings being dropped into a pot.

"Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle—!"

A moment later, a shocking energy surge erupted from the formation.

Before millions of descendants could even scream, they were completely devoured by the power of the Emperor-Slaying Array, transformed into pure yet scarlet bloodline power, and integrated into the array's network!
The crimson light on the Emperor-Slaying Formation grew even more intense, and even the surrounding air was stained with a bloody stench!

"let's start."

Other imperial families followed suit.

One after another, spatial barriers rose above the various ethnic groups, imprisoning their faces, which were filled with fear, within them!

In the end, a total of fifty million descendants were transported to the sky above the Emperor Slaying Formation like cargo. Countless figures struggled in the barrier, like flying insects trapped in amber!

"Lei Ying! You traitor! You are not worthy to be the patriarch of the Lei Clan!"

"The ancestors of the Stone Clan will not let you off! You used our lives to exchange for your so-called inheritance, and you will be punished by heaven sooner or later!"

"Yan Jin, even if I become a vengeful ghost, I will not let you go!"

"..."

Countless shrill curses, like poisonous thorns, pierced the tribal chiefs above the clouds, but they merely watched coldly as they watched, even Lei Ying remained indifferent.

Since you've made up your mind, don't look back!
One after another, cracks appeared in the barrier, and fifty million descendants, like a flood, fell into the Emperor-Slaying Formation with their final cries!

"Pfft-!"

As the muffled sound of flesh being torn apart by energy rang out, in an instant, millions of lives were transformed into pure bloodline power, surging and flowing along the meridians of the great array!

The crimson light on the Emperor-Slaying Formation grew even more intense, as if the air itself was ignited, and a terrifying pressure enveloped the entire ancient realm as if it were a tangible force!
"Not bad……"

The Soul Emperor stood with his hands behind his back in front of the formation, feeling the ever-increasing power within it, and his smile grew even wider.

He was immersed in the supreme power of the Emperor-Slaying Formation, but he did not realize that while the power of his bloodline was merging into the formation, the boundless mental power unleashed by millions of descendants before their deaths was quietly circulating in a more secretive way...

This psychic power, carrying boundless hatred and resentment, surged relentlessly towards the Heavenly Tomb like an invisible tide...

(End of this chapter)