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Chapter 175 Only blood can wash away sins!

"They're all dead?!" Wei Xilin, the Corpse Ancestor, and the others were shocked and incredulous.

The Great Celestial God, the Spirit Ancestor, the Undying Vajra, the Sky Piercer Ancestor, and two Netherworld Ancient Ancestors—in such a short time, in the blink of an eye, they were all dead? Killed on the spot?

What a joke!
The two were almost screaming, trembling with fear from the bottom of their hearts.

Without hesitation, the Corpse Ancestor fled.

The three corpses that reflected the giants burst forth with dazzling light and self-destructed. The Corpse Ancestor's heart bled; this was the foundation of their clan for tens of millions of years. But things had come to this, and there was nothing he could do but abandon them.

"Boom!"

The self-destruction of the giant's corpse unleashed terrifying energy ripples that completely engulfed the surrounding starry sky, destroying everything.

"They actually escaped." The silver-haired Empress Mingchuan frowned and reached out to grab the void, but the Corpse Ancestor was prepared and slipped away like an eel.

As one of the oldest beings in the entire underworld, the Corpse Ancestor revived and gained sentience. He had too many methods to count; he alone could support the status of one of the top ten races.

As you can see, corpses flew out from many spaces, each one a former saint, their remains reflecting the heavens, carrying strange phenomena. Some were shrouded in ethereal aura, some were enveloped in black mist, some emitted bursts of Zen chants, and some were accompanied by the phantoms of myriad beasts.

"That old man!"

The faces of the top ten races of the heavens who did not participate, including the Immortal Race, the Primordial Demon Race, the Dao Race, the Buddhist Race, and the Demon Race, were grim.

Many of these prodigies and saints came from their clans and died in ancient history, leaving no trace of their bodies. What was initially thought to be an accident now appears to have been taken away by the Corpse Ancestor.

"Shh!"

Wei Xilin also fled. The Celestial Clan has been wiped out, so what's the point of him staying?

"Where to escape!"

Yao Yao's grandfather relentlessly pursued him, already harboring extreme hatred for Wei Xilin.

This junior was a disciple of his peers and friends. In ancient times, he treated him like his own son and always provided him with all the benefits. Yet, this junior was the one who stabbed him in the back and hated him the most.

If it weren't for betrayal by their own people, who could truly understand the true nature of the Earth? There are so many powerful figures on the surface, and even the Celestials wouldn't dare to provoke them.

At this moment, Wei Xilin also felt a little regretful, not for betraying Earth in ancient times, but for not figuring out the strength of the Lord of Heaven.

If he had known the opponent was so powerful, he would never have participated in this battle.

He could only keep fleeing towards the chaos, not even caring about the planet Xilin. What did the younger generation matter compared to his own life?
Suddenly, a bronze coffin appeared near the edge of the universe and crashed into Wei Xilin. Countless array patterns appeared in the void, forming a vast domain field that intercepted him on the spot.

Immediately, the bronze coffin clicked open, and a pale, deathly hand emerged from within.

A handsome man with silver hair and a white robe appeared. He looked unwell, his face pale, but he held a Star-Chasing Whip and drove the stars around as if they were herding livestock. His cultivation level in the domain was unfathomable.

"Holy Master!"

Wei Xilin's heart trembled. The remnants of Earth he had been searching for for hundreds of thousands of years appeared before his eyes, but he felt no excitement at all, only deep despair.

You can't go anywhere!

The Holy Master's eyes were filled with hatred. Yao Yao's father, who had a good relationship with Wei Xilin in the past, could not imagine that the other party would do such a thing.

Why is that? What are they after?
Wei Xilin was able to break through to the Heavenly Reflection Realm even on Earth. What the Celestial Race could give him, they couldn't.

This betrayal seems ridiculous.

Who could have imagined that, merely out of fear of potential pursuit by powerful beings in the mortal realm, Wei Xilin would so brazenly betray them, not even bothering to sever ties cleanly, but instead choosing to draw a bloody line to avoid being ultimately purged?

In fact, this concern is not without reason. Although it is hundreds of thousands of years late, there really are living beings coming, and their target is Earth.

"Uncle, Yichen!" Wei Xilin wanted to say something more, but he couldn't stop Yao Yao's grandfather and the Holy Master from doing anything.

They hate so much.

Without a doubt, Wei Xilin was a key figure in the destruction of Earth in ancient times, and his outrageous words had already thoroughly enraged the two men.

This time, they were determined to kill each other no matter what.

Wei Xilin struggled desperately, burning his life force in an attempt to break free of his restraints.

"It's good that we've been held back!"

"That guy didn't move. Perhaps he killed five Reflection Giants and used up all his trump cards." The Corpse Ancestor had this thought in his mind, but he didn't have any idea to verify it.

His figure almost disappeared on the horizon. With this battle over, he had to escape to those chaotic universes; he could no longer stay in this universe.

Given the cruelty and outrageous nature of their methods—their tendency to annihilate planets and slaughter entire races—it's impossible for them to let offenders go unpunished.

However, Yang An stood still, completely unmoved. He merely glanced at them, reached out, and instantly the Corpse Ancestor, Wei Xilin, the Holy Master, and others appeared before him.

The sudden change in the void shocked them.

The other shore flower looked surprised. What kind of supernatural power was this? It had never been seen in the mortal world. Could it be from the great underworld? It seemed to have an omnipresent power, drawing people from the edge of the universe.

With a thud, Wei Xilin's kneecap buckled, and he collapsed to his knees.

Unable to escape, he begged for mercy almost without hesitation, "Great Lord of Heaven, please spare my life. In ancient times, I led the Xilin Legion in rebellion, but you are not from ancient times and are not so close to them."

“These people come from the mortal realm and are extremely arrogant. My Xilin clan could not bear the oppression, which is why we started to rebel.”

"So you're saying you have a reason now?"

Yang An watched with great interest as Wei Xilin struggled, wondering what he would say.

But Yao Yao, Yao Yao's grandfather, and the Holy Master's eyes were practically spitting fire.

“Back then, you were just an ordinary citizen of Earth. It was your uncle who took you in as a disciple, nurtured you with care, and helped you become a saint step by step, which is why you are where you are today!”

The Holy Master was furious, "What right do you have to speak!"

This is their ancestral land. They have goodwill towards the natives born on Earth, whether it is Yao Yao's grandfather or other people from the mortal world. They believe that they come from the same source and are indistinguishable from one another. They have given them countless benefits and led them to rise to prominence and become the most powerful beings in the starry sky.

But perhaps precisely because of this, getting something for nothing can breed many bad thoughts.

"Shameless!" Yao Yao's face was cold and filled with hatred. She had also participated in this battle and killed dozens of sub-saints, and even a saint died at her hands.

"You killed quite a few Earthlings too! Your takeover back then was definitely not peaceful!"

"Great Lord of Heaven, please distinguish right from wrong. These people come from the mortal realm, they are being hunted down, they are being raised by powerful beings in the mortal realm, and the Mother Golden Talisman has been planted in them. They will be harvested sooner or later. You should not associate with them, or you will be misunderstood!"

Wei Xilin spoke in a deep voice, offering his final explanation.

If he could bewitch the Lord of Heaven into feeling rejection and alienation from these Earthlings, that would be best. His eyes were filled with hope; whether he could save his life depended on this.

"Despicable maggots!"

"What you say makes so much sense, so explain why you went on a rampage and slaughtered your original people after turning against them."

Empress Mingchuan's eyes flashed with disgust. This kind of person reminded her of the faces of some people before the dynasty collapsed, and was even more disgusting.

Such people will never regret it. They have a million reasons to explain it from all angles, but there is not a single reason that is wrong to them. They are spineless and despicable!
Yang An had no interest in listening to his barking.

With a casual grab, the Whip of Hell appeared and lashed Wei Xilin hard. Wei Xilin screamed and howled in agony. At first, he tried to argue, but later he almost frantically admitted his mistakes and confessed all his sins.

“It was my fault, it was my fault. I was jealous that they had treasures but didn’t give them to me, so I tricked my master into going out to a dangerous place in the chaos, so that he wouldn’t participate in that battle. I even deliberately cooperated with the Celestial Clan to ambush him and severely injured him.”

"I was afraid of being hunted down by people from the mortal realm, so I wanted to sever ties with them. When the Great God came to me, I agreed!"

"Kill me! Kill me!"

Wei Xilin howled in agony, struggling desperately, lying on the ground like a maggot, begging for mercy, pleading, and even begging only for his death.

He no longer had any thoughts of "better to live a wretched life than die a good death" or "endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens"; he only wanted to die.

The pain of the Hell's Whip was unbearable for him.

The sound echoed far and wide across the starry sky, sending chills down everyone's spine. The Corpse Ancestor was completely panicked. If he were to be whipped like that, he would lose all face and suffer a fate worse than death.

In fact, death and falling into hell also means suffering endless torment. The surviving soul will be devoured by demons, and if lucky, it will be transformed into abyssal worms or other creatures at the bottom of the food chain in the hellish world, living by eating demon excrement.

"The Celestial Race, the Spirit Race, the Xilin Race, and the rest are finished!"

Witnessing this scene, everyone in the starry sky felt a sense of unease. The powerful figures of the Asura Clan, the Primordial Demon Clan, the Dao Clan, and the Buddhist Clan wore solemn expressions. The status of the top ten clans in the heavens had been completely shaken. Nearly half of their giants had been slaughtered.

"Family members, let everyone see how the giants of the heavens scream and beg for mercy!" Chu Feng rode the Bronze Burning Ancient Demon to fly over, took the Hell Whip, and lashed it in place of Yang An.

"Six six six! I declare you the most powerful fairy in the starry sky! The Ten Beauties are nothing, who can catch the Reflection Giant and beat him up!"

Countless netizens on the original beast platform were overjoyed. This program was too exciting. The saints were high above, and the giants who reflected the heavens were even more unimaginable. They were sacred and inviolable, and invincible throughout history.

When someone is publicly slapped, screaming in pain, and spewing filth, it is an extremely indecent act.

This scene should be recorded in the long river of history and passed down forever. Even if the top ten ethnic groups change, this event will still be widely spread and talked about with great interest.

Nothing is more deeply affecting than the plight of giants.

Wei Xilin, Wei Heng, the Corpse Ancestor, and a group of saints were captured and executed in the starry sky.

Such a bloody scene naturally didn't require Yang An's help; plenty of people were willing to do it for him.

Especially the members of the Heavenly Organization who followed them. Earth has been targeted terribly during this period of spiritual energy revival. They didn't gain any benefits from the ancient times, and when they looked up at the starry sky, they saw nothing but their enemies.

Fortunately, the Lord of Heaven appeared and led them to victory.

"The Celestial Race, the Mechanical Race, the Spirit Race, the Corpse Race, the Nether Race, the Western Forest Race, and the Thorn Sky Race should be annihilated!"

Yang An's gaze swept across the area. The battle on the outskirts of Celestial Star had long since ended. The Hell Demons had won a great victory, and countless Celestials had been eaten or captured.

They were almost driven mad, they were desperate.

With the death of the powerful Luo Qicheng, the fall of the Great God, and even the clan's most treasured artifact, the ultimate weapon, the Heavenly God Blade, shattered, all their allies were either dead or captured, leaving them utterly hopeless.

"No, this is impossible! The Celestial Race is the greatest race! How could they possibly have fallen to this state!"

The young people were unwilling to accept this, and a divine child roared, causing the building to collapse in an instant. They went from being high and mighty gods to being prisoners.

They weren't even allowed to become prisoners.

Yang An's palm fell. He didn't have any intention of tormenting these ordinary Heavenly Gods, but he wanted to eliminate them completely. He said he would exterminate all ten of their clans.

No one can escape it.

"I am willing to serve the great Lord of Heaven!" cried a saintly maiden, a stunning beauty ranked among the top ten beauties in the starry sky.

There are saints who willingly become slaves, and even kill their own comrades for this purpose.

The struggles and the ugliness of human nature are numerous and varied.

It's not just Earth that has traitors; when the situation changes, even the high and mighty Celestials kneel down and beg for their lives.

But Yang An remained unmoved. Beauty and slaves were merely embellishments; they could not affect his resolve at all.

"Only blood can wash away sins!"

Only a faint sound echoed in the starry sky. With a grab of his hand, he crushed the entire Celestial Star, granting everyone except the mastermind of the war from the past a death sentence.

Meanwhile, the demons of hell went wild, the gates of hell opened wide, and fragments of surrounding planets and dead creatures all fell into hell, their endless wails echoing across the starry sky!
This scene was terrifying. No one knew how many lives had been lost. The Celestial Race had always been among the top ten races. Even though they had declined to tenth place in recent times, they still had countless branches. This entire star field was filled with their people, numbering in the hundreds of millions!
But now they're all dead, and the entire universe is silent and terrified!
This master's methods seem a bit too brutal, not even sparing mortals.

"Well done!" The Holy Master was extremely pleased. He had suffered enough humiliation over the years and witnessed the tragic state of ancient Earth. What did this matter?

Ordinary people on Earth were slaughtered in the same way back then, and even those who fled to outer space were hunted down and killed one by one. This was nothing more than an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth.

How could I not be able to bear it?

"Boom!"

The fragments of the star fell into hell, and the small world began to expand continuously, its area increasing, its diameter reaching tens of thousands of kilometers, millions, and even tens of millions of kilometers!

Having devoured the Celestial Star, countless living beings, saints, reflecting giants, and fragments of divine weapons, Yang An's body crackled and popped as a full five hundred giant elephant particles awakened.

The power of four thousand ancient giant elephants was terrifying. Even Empress Mingchuan and Yao Yao's grandfather were shaken and forced to take two steps back. Looking at Yang An's Gods' Battle Robe, which shimmered with holy light like a nebula, they were astonished. How could he have become so powerful again? Is there really no bottleneck to overcome?

"Oh, there's someone else lurking in the shadows."

Yang An sensed something amiss with his divine sense. There were two gazes in the starry sky, cautiously lingering around the outer edge of the Celestial Star, observing without making a move.

However, when the Celestial Star was destroyed, he still showed a hint of surprise, which could not be hidden from Yang An.

With a grab of his hand, he summoned two figures from the void. One was relatively young, nearing the peak of the Saint realm, while the other was a giant in the realm of Reflection, looking somewhat old.

"I have met the Lord of Heaven."

The two struggled, but then realized they couldn't escape and quickly changed their attitude, smiling at Yang An and the others.

"We were just about to make a move, but we didn't expect you to be so powerful, easily suppressing the Celestial Clan," the elder said.

"Yao Yao, it's wonderful that you've reappeared in the mortal world." Even the relatively young peak Saint spoke with deep affection.

This only drew Yao Yao's disgust, who coldly said, "Kunyu, watch your mouth!"

"who are they?"

Some people in the starry sky were surprised, while others who knew the truth showed expressions of anticipation.

"Kunyu, once the third-ranked genius under the starry sky, is said to be the fiancé of the number one demon in the starry sky. He has close ties with Earth, but fled in the face of the enemy in that battle. Later, he became a saint and erased some of history."

"Next to him is his master, with whom he was on good terms in the early days of ancient Earth. He also did not participate in that battle and remained uninvolved."

"But now it doesn't matter what the ranking is. Whether they are first or third under the starry sky, they are just geniuses, while the Lord of Heaven is an unparalleled existence. He can crush giants and the whole universe will tremble when he stomps his foot!" someone sighed.

However, the gazes directed at Kunyu and his disciples from the starry sky changed; why were they hiding in the shadows?

Is it really as they say, that they want to help the Earth?
Such a voice was quite jarring, and Kunyu couldn't help but retort, "My master and I are not from Earth, we just have a good relationship. There was no agreement that we had to take action. Who could have imagined that the battle would end so quickly?"

"As for my engagement with Yao Yao in ancient times, she looked down on me and wouldn't even allow me to get close. We only met a few times. Am I supposed to fight to the death over this and die on Earth?!"

"This is a bit too much."

"Just now, Kunyu and I did intend to make a move," Kunyu's master said in a deep voice, sighing slightly under the scrutinizing gazes of the crowd.

"In ancient times, the Celestial Race was very powerful. Please believe that we were forced to do so. We did not secretly attack Earth like Wei Xilin did."

"In fact, we have both felt guilty for hundreds of thousands of years."

It's only natural for people not to want to help; we can't blame them for such a small matter. Master Kunyu's explanation all conveyed this meaning.

Of course, this was mainly to explain to Yang An that the supernatural power of grabbing both of them with a single palm strike, leaving them powerless to resist, was unimaginable, and the possibility of the other party killing them must be eliminated.

That should be enough to get the other party to forgive you.

Yao Yao, Yao Yao's grandfather, and the Holy Master remained silent. This explanation was not entirely true; their ability to leave so easily was suspicious. However, there was indeed no reason to kill them.

After all, they came with 'good intentions' to help, but it just didn't come in handy.

"Hahaha." Yang An laughed loudly and twisted off the heads of the two men.

"Why?!"

Kunyu's master died unwillingly, his last vestige of soul filled with resentment.

To die simply for not participating in the war? That's incredibly domineering!
But Yang An went even further than he had imagined, speaking casually, "Why? If you want to kill, just kill. Why all the nonsense?"

These two have been watching the battle from the sidelines for a long time. If they truly had no ill intentions or were loyal to Earth, they would have already made their move. Otherwise, they would have run as far away as possible.

They really left the underworld, and Yang An couldn't be bothered to care about them.

But like two flies, they buzzed around the battlefield, wondering who they were, spouting nonsense.

Whoever wins, you should befriend them.
If the gods win, offer a few words of flattery; if Earth wins, then restore relations?

ridiculous!

Regardless of their thoughts, they're all crushed. Moral blackmail is useless against Yang An; he can kill whoever he wants, running rampant without restraint.

　Two chapters, ten thousand words in total, are not divided into chapters; they are strung together, which makes it difficult to separate them.

　　Waaaaah, I'm behind on another update! I realize I can't control myself. It's okay if I finish writing in one go, but once I relax, I can't write anymore. (Red Bean Paste private message: I promise I won't make any more promises in the future. I'm really sorry! /(ㄒoㄒ)/~~)
　　
　
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