Chapter 3: The Changing Sky
O'Brien Empire, Martial God Mountain.
Farn was still at the Saint realm limit, unable to break through to the God realm. And not long ago, he was also unaware of what had happened at the Bosha Dam. It was only when a large number of powerful beings rushed out that the aura they emitted could be faintly sensed by Farn, even from Martial God Mountain.
"What a terrifying aura." Farn stared southward in shock. "The south... what exactly is happening?"
"Sigh." Farn felt a deep resentment.
The Yulan continent was becoming increasingly chaotic. Even Farn felt exhausted from propping up this vast empire.
"Teacher, please return quickly."
It would still be nearly three months before the Martial God could return from the Necropolis of the Gods.
A long while later.
"Whoosh!" A figure flew over from the distance at extreme speed.
"Senior brother." It was Cassrot. Cassrot landed before Farn and said respectfully, "Senior brother, I received intelligence. Linley, Olivier, and a middle-aged man were at the Bosha Dam. They were fighting a bald-headed man."
The intelligence agents of the O'Brien Empire recognized Linley and Olivier. However, they did not know Desri. This intelligence had been transmitted at the fastest possible speed.
"Three against one?" Farn was greatly shocked.
Farn was also aware of Linley becoming a god. "No wonder... a shocking aura came from the south not long ago."
"But the intelligence says that the Bosha Dam shattered, and then a large number of figures appeared out of thin air, densely packed figures flying past. Those figures then vanished instantly... and afterward, the Bosha Dam actually reformed." Cassrot felt awkward saying this.
But the intelligence indeed described it this way.
"A large number of figures that vanished instantly?" Farn understood in his heart. Some powerful beings flying at extreme speed would be hard for ordinary people to see clearly. "From the sound of it, it seems a large number of Saint realm experts appeared around the Bosha Dam." Farn didn't dare to think that many among that large group of experts were God-level.
After all, reaching the God level was too difficult.
"The situation is getting more and more complicated." Farn felt troubled in his heart. "But I can't interfere in any of this. I'll wait for Teacher to return."
Above the imperial capital of the O'Brien Empire, densely packed figures suddenly appeared.
The figures flying in the sky numbered nearly a thousand!
"Those... those are..." Many citizens in the imperial capital looked up and saw this scene, dumbfounded. According to their common knowledge, aside from wind-style magi, those who could fly were generally Saint realm experts. Yet now, such a large group of people was in the sky.
"It can't be Saints. How could there be so many?"
Many citizens in the imperial capital shook their heads in disbelief, thinking they were wind-style magi.
In the sky, among the flying group of experts, the leader was a handsome youth wearing a splendid, golden-glowing robe. Behind him, three experts stood in a line. Further behind, a large number of experts were arranged in an orderly fashion. The hundreds of experts at the very back were the weakest Saint realm limits.
"So this is the largest empire on the Yulan continent now?" The handsome youth said with a wicked smile. "They worship someone named O'Brien?"
"Yes, Lord Adkins!" A silver-haired elder behind him said respectfully. "This O'Brien has probably been cultivating for just over five thousand years. According to estimates, his strength should be at the lower god level." The silver-haired elder's tone carried a casual disregard for O'Brien.
"So, that ahead is Martial God Mountain, right?" The handsome youth gazed into the distance at Martial God Mountain. There were still many people at the foot of the mountain, admiring and sightseeing. The handsome youth shook his head and said, "A lower god dares to call himself 'Martial God.' How arrogant. This Martial God Mountain also displeases me greatly."
"Great Lord Adkins, your subordinate will destroy this eyesore of a hill for you." A silver-haired young man immediately stepped out from behind the handsome youth. Seeing that his lord did not object, he immediately waved his hand—
Instantly, endless elemental energy of the world rapidly gathered, and a rumbling sound erupted above the vast Martial God Mountain.
"What's happening?" The numerous registered disciples and personal disciples within Martial God Mountain all sensed the sudden change in elemental energy.
"Hmph." The silver-haired young man sneered coldly and directly flipped his hand! "Nee!"
Countless wind blades suddenly appeared above Martial God Mountain, directly forming a forbidden magic, 'Storm of Destruction.' To be precise... compared to the Storm of Destruction, each of these wind blades was a hundred or a thousand times more powerful. Each wind blade faintly shimmered with golden light, and endless wind blades rained down.
"Run!!!" A mournful cry rang out from within Martial God Mountain.
But the wind blades were too fast. Even Saint realm experts couldn't escape the range of the wind blades before being completely engulfed by the overwhelming, sky-covering blades.
"Chi chi~" The vast Martial God Mountain, whether it was boulders, trees, flowers, grass, or even human bodies! Under the sweeping of these endless, golden-glowing wind blades, everything was directly ground into fragments. Even Saint realm experts like Cassrot and Bloomer...
They only lasted for a second or two.
"Ah!" A miserable scream. A Saint realm expert was directly ground into minced flesh.
In just a few seconds.
Martial God Mountain, swept by the endless wind blades, completely disappeared. On the original site of Martial God Mountain, a terrifying, bottomless pit now appeared.
"En, not bad." A satisfied smile appeared on the handsome youth's face.
A flicker of joy flashed in the silver-haired young man's eyes. He bowed respectfully and then retreated to the back.
"En?" The handsome youth suddenly frowned, looking into the deep pit. With his strength, he could clearly detect that Farn had barely survived the wind blade's baptism. His head had been protected, and his body was now rapidly regenerating.
At the same time, the terrified Farn was deep underground, flying eastward at extreme speed.
A flicker of dissatisfaction flashed in the silver-haired young man's eyes. His figure flickered as if to fly downward, but the handsome youth cast a cold glance at him and said, "Come back." The silver-haired young man seemed to have his body controlled, suspended in midair, unable to fly down any further.
"That little fellow managed to escape this calamity. I, Adkins, am in a good mood today, so I'll grant him a path to survival." The handsome youth said with a smile.
"Yes, yes." The silver-haired young man flew back in fear.
"Little fellow, when you see that O'Brien later, tell him that his O'Brien Empire is now occupied by me, Adkins. Also, inform him not to call himself 'Martial God' anymore. It sounds very unpleasant to me." The handsome youth's voice directly resounded in the mind of Farn, who was fleeing deep underground.
Deep underground, Farn's body had now regenerated to his waist.
"It's over, it's over." Farn's mind was completely in chaos.
Recalling that scene just now made Farn tremble. The endless wind blades raining down—even he, a Saint realm limit expert, could only barely protect his head by using a divine artifact. He could only protect his head... and that was because the opponent's attack was a wide-area one.
If the opponent had paid even a little more attention to him, Farn, he would have lost his life this time.
If he, Farn, didn't have the Life Source Pearl, he would also have lost his life.
"Too terrifying." Farn held his breath. "Adkins? And he wants me to tell Teacher?"
Farn had a feeling...
This group of suddenly arrived experts was far more powerful than his teacher, the Martial God 'O'Brien.'
"I can only go find Linley." Farn felt bitter in his heart. The vast Martial God Mountain, whether registered disciples or personal disciples, had been almost completely slaughtered. Besides him, Farn, only two of the personal disciples of Martial God Mountain were still alive.
Those two were within the territory of the Sacred Alliance, overseeing the war.
"Even Bloomer is dead. If Olivier finds out, sigh..." Farn also felt a headache coming on.
Above Martial God Mountain.
"Tell me the news about Beirut. When did this Beirut come to dominate the Yulan continent plane?" The handsome youth frowned and said with dissatisfaction.
The silver-haired elder behind him immediately said respectfully, "Lord Adkins, back when your subordinate was on the Yulan continent plane, I also knew of this Beirut. Beirut's original form is a magical beast. Upon reaching adulthood, he naturally becomes a lower god. However, Beirut's original form is very terrifying. Ordinary lower gods are no match for him. Later, your subordinate was imprisoned in the Gobada plane prison. As for what happened to Beirut afterward, I am not clear."
"Oh? Your era? It seems this Beirut has only lived for a few million years." The handsome youth showed some disdain.
"Lord Adkins, this Beirut is an upper god." The silver-haired elder quickly said. "Although I am not clear about his later affairs, we also heard about his deeds in the plane prison. Ten thousand years ago, in the Cataclysmic War, even upper gods were killed by him."
"Hmph."
The handsome youth snorted coldly. "Killing an upper god? It depends on what kind of upper god was killed! Is an upper god who refined a divine core the same as one who broke through through personal enlightenment? Furthermore... there are quite a few upper gods in the Gobada plane prison. But why have the five kings of the Gobada plane prison had their positions unshakable for countless years? Those upper gods who can't apply their laws and attacks well—any one of the five kings could easily kill ten of them!"
"Although I am not as good as a king, killing a few ordinary upper gods is not difficult for me." The handsome youth was very confident.
Hearing his lord's meaning, the silver-haired elder understood clearly that this Adkins intended to eliminate Beirut.
"Lord Adkins, you must not be careless. It is said that this Beirut is an envoy of a Sovereign! He is the one who manages the Necropolis of the Gods!" The silver-haired elder quickly advised.
"Sovereign's envoy?" Adkins's delicate eyebrows furrowed.
"Yes, it's very likely that he possesses a Sovereign artifact bestowed by a Sovereign." The silver-haired elder fabricated another lie. Whether Beirut had a Sovereign artifact was never known to anyone. But the silver-haired elder did not want his lord, who had just emerged, to engage in a life-or-death battle with an expert of the same level.
It would be fine if he won, but what if he lost?
"Hmph. Fine. I won't go after that Beirut for now." Adkins then looked around the continent, as if recalling his time on the Yulan continent plane in the distant past.
"A pity. The Qingya continent back then was tens of millions of times larger than the current one. Even after the Qingya continent shattered in battle and split into five continents, it was still far larger than this. It's just that the other four continents have also been destroyed, leaving only this one, called 'Yulan.'"
Dragonblood Castle was exceptionally lively today.
Farn crossed the border of the O'Brien Empire from underground, emerged above ground, and then flew at extreme speed, finally arriving at Dragonblood Castle.
"Linley!" Farn flew directly toward the main hall of Dragonblood Castle.
"Father, Lord Farn has arrived." Taylor, who was at the entrance, immediately spoke. A large group of people then walked out of the hall. At the front were Linley, Delia, Desri, and Olivier. Behind them were quite a few Saint realm experts.
"Farn, why are you so disheveled? What happened?" Linley immediately asked.
Although Farn had changed his clothes before coming, there was still dust and dirt on his face. In his current state of panic, remembering to change clothes was already good enough; he hadn't thought to tidy up his appearance.
"It's over. Martial God Mountain is finished. The O'Brien Empire... no longer belongs to Teacher." Farn shook his head and said bitterly.
Having witnessed the opponent's strength, Farn had been on the mountain peak and had seen that the opponent had a large group of people, nearly a thousand in number.
"Your Martial God Mountain was also destroyed?" A voice came from behind Linley. It was Dixie and several Saint realm magi.
"What about you all?" Farn was somewhat surprised.
Dixie, who had been cultivating for decades, was now a Saint Magus. Dixie smiled bitterly: "We are slightly better off than you. But they also destroyed our Yulan Empire's imperial palace. With just one move, my two senior brothers stationed in the palace were killed. My senior brothers and I immediately ran over here. Our Yulan Empire is also about to change hands!"
"Farn, why did you come alone? Where is my younger brother?" Olivier suddenly asked.
Bloomer?
Farn was stunned but didn't know what to say.
"Not good!" Linley's expression changed as he looked north. "I'm worried that the imperial capital of our Baruch Empire has also been attacked!"
"Big brother, what about Xini..." Wharton became nervous.
"Stay here. I'll go take a look." Linley didn't have time to say more. He immediately pushed his speed to the limit and vanished into the northern horizon in an instant.
Since even the O'Brien Empire and the Yulan Empire had been attacked like this, Linley had to worry that his own Baruch Empire would also be targeted.