# Chapter 4216: Winds and Clouds Shift, Forging a True Hero in Battle
"Whoosh!"
Countless altars across the World Tree activated, shooting out beams of light that tore apart all formations between heaven and earth.
The rule divine patterns left by countless deities of the Yama Clan since ancient times were destroyed, the foundation of an entire clan utterly shattered.
That expanse of space spanning billions of miles became riddled with holes and connected to the God Realm.
Yama Clan cultivators, sacred beasts, ghosts, retainers, and servants—numbering in the billions—were thrown into chaos by this sudden upheaval, panic spreading through every heart.
Those with insufficient cultivation were overwhelmed by the aura fluctuations emanating from the cosmos, either prostrating themselves on the ground or kneeling and begging for mercy.
The end had come; heaven and earth were about to collapse. Fear was the true face of all living beings.
"Shua! Shua! Shua!"
One deity after another appeared behind Yan Wushen, each with resolute eyes.
"Clan Leader, the destruction of our clan is imminent. Deities should die on the front lines, never to return."
Wu Qingzong bowed deeply to Yan Wushen, removed his armor, and gazed toward the dazzling ripples of divine abilities and sacred techniques in the starry sky.
Destructive energy erupted one after another, like flowers blooming.
Yan Huangtu's battle intent burned fiercely, his eyes arrogant as he said, "Yan Wushen, only today do I truly accept you. You indeed have the qualifications to be the Yama Clan's leader. If things go too far, just flee—take the Yama Clan's spark with you. As long as you live, I believe the Yama Clan will one day return to the pinnacle of the universe."
All the deities were bidding farewell.
Standing where they were, looking out at the universe, the entire starry sky was erupting in battle. Several energy fluctuations had reached the Ancestor level.
In the eastern starry sky, lightning was like a sea, bright as daylight, with Divine Throne Planets falling like meteor showers. Two Ancestors were locked in combat; a single strand of electric current could destroy an entire Leaf World.
In the western starry sky, the World Tree of the Divine Talisman Army stood tall, unleashing talisman seals brighter than stars and denser than a sea of stars. Fortunately, twelve Gates of Destiny stood there, firmly blocking the World Tree hundreds of billions of miles away.
The Yama Clan's World Tree was at the very center of the storm of destruction.
"Whoosh!"
An Ancestor-level crimson battle shockwave, carrying countless star fragments, struck toward the World Tree. Yan Wushen neutralized it with a palm print spanning millions of miles, sent flying through the air.
"It's not yet time for you to die! Without my orders, you'd better stay on the World Tree and guard it well!"
Yan Wushen stood tall outside the Heavenly Venerable Hall, his aura and domineering presence not inferior to an Ancestor's. His tiger-like eyes stared fixedly at the scene of starry sky collapse formed by the collision between the twenty-six Celestial World of the southern starry sky and the World Tree.
He had fought against the Divine Army of the God Realm and knew well the power of an army empowered by the World Tree and the ten thousand generations of nine Ancestors.
"Chi Yao still has some skill. Zhang Ruochen entrusted the battle below the Ancestor level to her, which means he has full confidence in her. Saying things like 'our clan will be destroyed' is far too premature."
"Today, I, Yan Wushen, will live or die together with you and the Yama Clan."
Yan Wushen would not flee, even if the Eternal True Ruler and the Dark Sovereign were right above his head, each more terrifying than the last—both myths and legends.
Even if the Seventy-Two Layer Tower could fall at any moment, and the God Realm could descend at any time.
But he knew.
Zhang Ruochen was definitely somewhere he couldn't see, and he would surely bear the most terrifying group of enemies for the Yama Clan.
Zhang Ruochen alone intimidated the Eternal True Ruler, the Dark Sovereign, and the Immortal of the God Realm, preventing them from acting rashly against the Yama Clan. If he, Yan Wushen, couldn't even stop the Corpse Demon and two Divine Armies, what right did he have to claim to be Zhang Ruochen's opponent?
Even if only to earn Zhang Ruochen's respect, Yan Wushen could not flee alone today.
If it was war, then it would be a fight to the death.
"I'm returning the Divine Talisman Army to you. Can you hold off the deities of the Hell Realm?"
The Hidden Corpse took the jade talisman from his brow and returned it to the Talisman Marshal. The Talisman Marshal, wearing a dark black talisman robe, was a Half-Ancestor. He took the jade talisman and said calmly, "The Yama Clan's World Tree is already defenseless. Every soldier of the Divine Talisman Army is a Great God, enough to sweep through an entire Leaf World. I am not here to hold off the deities of the Hell Realm—I am here to attack."
The Hidden Corpse spread his thirty-one pairs of Ancestor Blood Wings, wrapping his body in thirty-one types of Ancestor rules and Ancestor divine abilities.
His amber-like crystalline eyes looked at the twelve Gates of Destiny opposite him and the powerful figures within, then warned, "You'd better not be too aggressive. Don't underestimate the people in the Fate Twelve Phase Divine Formation, and don't underestimate Yan Wushen and Chi Yao. Otherwise, you might be completely annihilated."
"I will not underestimate any opponent, but the opportunity to strike is right before us—fleeting. If we wait until Zhang Ruochen and the Heavenly Mother arrive, everything will be too late!" the Talisman Marshal said.
The Hidden Corpse glanced at him. "Do you think Zhang Ruochen hasn't shown up because he hasn't arrived yet? You don't underestimate your opponents, but you do underestimate the Ancestors."
"Enough!"
Without another word, the Hidden Corpse transformed into a streak of blood-red light and flew out of the Fate Divine Domain, leaving countless wing marks in the void as he headed toward the Yama Clan's World Tree.
He had to seize this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to destroy the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven, absorb the blood energy of the Yama Clan's people, and quickly recover his injuries and peak combat power.
If he couldn't become an Ancestor before the Great Calamity arrived, he might become a discarded pawn at any moment.
Almost simultaneously, a figure shot out from within the Fate Twelve Phase Divine Formation to intercept him.
Golden light spread, vast and mighty.
Above and below the Hidden Corpse, two five-fingered Buddha clouds appeared, spanning tens of billions of miles, enveloping heaven and earth like the "Hand of the Supreme" and the "Earth Buddha Seal."
"Heaven and earth illuminate each other, five fingers grasp the universe."
The Hidden Corpse softly uttered these words, already knowing who had come.
His Ancestor Blood Wings vibrated, gathering Ancestor rules.
The next moment, two divine abilities flew from the surface of his blood wings, one upward and one downward, colliding with the two boundless five-fingered Buddha clouds.
The Buddha cloud above burned, and the one below shattered. The Hidden Corpse looked ahead.
There stood Nutian Shenzun, his tall and masculine figure crossing space to appear before him.
Underworld light filled the sea of stars, Buddha radiance formed a heavenly kingdom, cutting off his path.
"Kong Fan Nu, you are no match for me. Only with Feng Caiyi would it be a fight. But it seems she can't come—she has to lead the Fate Twelve Phase Divine Formation to unleash Ancestor-level combat power and hold off the Divine Talisman Army and the World Tree."
The Hidden Corpse's long hair hung down beside his cheeks, his features peerlessly handsome. He walked forward step by step through the void.
With each step, the sea of stars trembled.
The golden staff in his hand, like a divine golden pillar, revealed ancient and profound patterns.
Nutian Shenzun stood like a divine mountain, his gaze like torches. "Is that so? We'll find out after we fight."
"Rustle!"
The vast Nether River surged forth from the space behind Nutian Shenzun, like an angry dragon carrying the might of the Nether Ancestor, drawing upon the secret power of the Santu River in the universe to attack the Hidden Corpse.
The Nether River was part of the Nether Ancestor's Divine Realm World, and Nutian Shenzun had fully comprehended it.
The Hidden Corpse raised the golden staff with his right hand, endless Ancestor divine energy and Ancestor rules pouring from his pupils. His body shot forward like an arrow from a bowstring.
"Boom!"
Two Half-Ancestor forces collided.
The Hidden Corpse used his thirty-one pairs of Ancestor Blood Wings to protect his body, shuttling through the Nether River. Moments later, he broke through all the attacking forces and rule divine patterns within the river and appeared before Nutian Shenzun.
The two were now within arm's reach.
The golden staff, like a pillar connecting heaven, swung down, its power transmitted to past and future.
Nutian Shenzun did not dodge or evade. The Heaven-Splitting Axe appeared in his hand, and he mobilized all his power, his arms swelling as he swung it out.
The Heaven-Splitting Axe was the war weapon of the Two Heavenly Lords, as heavy as a sea of stars—ordinary Half-Ancestors couldn't even lift it.
Zhang Ruochen had given it to him before he left.
"Bang!"
The two peerless war weapons collided, and the terrifying force exploded, pushing the surrounding space outward like an arch, then shattering it like ice crystals.
Nutian Shenzun was sent flying back millions of miles, most of his divine robe torn apart.
In terms of raw power, he was inferior to the Hidden Corpse, who was at the peak of Half-Ancestor and possessed an Ancestor's corpse body.
The Hidden Corpse stepped on rings of spatial ripples. "If my blood energy and Ancestor substance hadn't been greatly depleted, leaving me able to use only fifty percent of my full power, that strike would have seriously injured you."
"Kong Fan Nu, you must understand: blocking someone is far harder than defeating them. You are not my match, so how can you stop me?"
Nutian Shenzun's eyes burned like furnaces. "Stopping you from reaching the Yama Clan's World Tree is indeed tricky. But since I dared to come, I have full confidence."
"You won't get through!"
"Oh?"
The Hidden Corpse had barely uttered this word when his form dissolved into a streak of golden light and vanished.
When he reappeared, he was within a few feet, pointing his staff at Nutian Shenzun's brow.
He had completely surpassed Nutian Shenzun at the level of Dao techniques. Thus, he could instantly break through the defensive order Nutian Shenzun had arranged around his body, achieving a swift victory with a single strike.
Seizing the initiative, he gained complete dominance.
"Well struck!"
Nutian Shenzun erupted with chaotic nine-colored divine radiance, and twenty-seven Celestial Worlds rose behind him. The Ancestor power of the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable was unleashed in a single punch.
Immovable as a mountain, yet shaking heaven and earth.
The Hidden Corpse's expression changed. He wanted to retreat but couldn't, so he could only continue striking with the golden staff to meet Nutian Shenzun's fist force.
"Boom!"
The Hidden Corpse felt as if twenty-seven metallic great worlds had smashed into him. His vision went dark, his internal organs were damaged, and he coughed up blood as he flew backward like a meteor.
Not only was Jie Tian presiding over the twenty-seven Celestial Worlds, but Chan Bing and the Snow Domain Star Sea Divine Army also stood within those worlds.
"The Great Venerable has returned, and still people dare to oppose the Zhang family—truly turning the world upside down!" Jie Tian stood at the very top of the twenty-seven Celestial Worlds, his mouth crooked and eyes slanted, his expression arrogant.
On the other side, among the ten thousand generations of nine Ancestors, Tian Gong, Yong Zhou, and the Ancestral Yaksha King left the World Tree where Fengdu Ghost City was located from three different directions.
The Stellar Knight Legion, guarding the World Tree, attacked with full force, suppressing Chi Yao and Zangjin Baihu.
"Haha! The Yama Clan has finally met its day!"
Still tens of millions of miles from the Yama Clan's World Tree, Tian Gong spat out Tai'a Divine Thunder.
The lightning condensed into hundreds of thousands of giant beasts—dragons, phoenixes, qilins, and sky-devouring demon pythons—the smallest spanning a thousand miles. They surged forward in a mighty wave, charging toward the Leaf Worlds of the Yama Clan's World Tree.
Yan Wushen, standing outside the Heavenly Venerable Hall, merely glanced in that direction before looking away.
He paid no attention to Tian Gong at all.
"Whoosh!"
A massive spatial vortex appeared before the hundreds of thousands of lightning giant beasts.
At the vortex's center was the dark and towering Nether City. The Divine Musician stood atop Nether City, striking a silent drum with his palm. The rules of heaven and earth and space expanded and contracted with the rhythm of his hand, shattering the lightning giant beasts one by one.
With Yan Wushen's means, subduing a Divine Musician was naturally not difficult.
The old clan emperors of the Hongmeng Clan, the Taichu Clan, and the Tianji Clan—each brimming with majestic spirit, handsome and robust—stood in three different directions below Nether City.
The consciousness curses on them had long been dispelled by Yan Wushen using the Six Paths Reincarnation Mirror.
"Then let's fight! We must show the clans of the universe that the Primordial Beings have not been exterminated."
The three old clan emperors led their clansmen, activating the three divine artifacts—the "Hongmeng War Axe," the "Taichu Sword," and the "Tianji Scroll"—unleashing three destructive beams of light to attack Tian Gong.
Behind Yong Zhou, one of the twelve Bone Seas of the Bone Clan, the "Yong Zhou Bone Sea," manifested, filled with yin mist and vast in territory.
Billions of corpse and bone soldiers flew out from the bone sea in an endless stream.
Each corpse and bone was shrouded in a faint Ancestor radiance, charging toward the Yama Clan's World Tree.
"Rip!"
From the void opposite Yong Zhou, a stunning woman in a dark blue martial robe shot out. Four moon-white stars adorned her brow, her long hair tied in a ponytail. She gripped a long spear, her form shrouded in spiritual rain and divine mist.
Yuan Sheng stood valiant and heroic, pointing the Blue Sea Chaos Origin Spear in her hand forward.
Instantly, the sound of a pipa rang out, and over a hundred million corpse and bone soldiers turned to ash in the sound waves.
The Immortal Musician, holding a pipa, slowly emerged from behind Yuan Sheng.
Yuan Sheng then pointed her spear at Yong Zhou.
"Boom!"
The "Space-Time Ridge," one of the seven ridges of the Abyss of Darkness, and the "Chaos River," one of the three rivers, flew out from the Void World.
Zhen Yi, the old clan emperor, and Yuandao, the old clan emperor, stood at the forefront of the Space-Time Ridge and the Chaos River, respectively.
In addition, including Tu Teng, the old clan emperor, Yuan Jiaogu, and Yuan Jieyi, all the cultivators of the three Primordial clans were ambushed here by Chi Yao.
"Just you?" Yong Zhou sneered.
"We are enough!"
Yuan Sheng and the Immortal Musician flew into the Chaos River and the Space-Time Ridge, respectively, crashing into Yong Zhou's Bone Sea.
The Ancestral Yaksha King, like the Hidden Corpse, Tian Gong, and Yong Zhou, failed to approach the Yama Clan's World Tree.
He was repelled by the Tongtian Tower.
Wen Tianjun stepped on spatial veins from the end of the void and said, "Yan Renhuan and Yan Huanyu are both people with backbone—worthy of admiration. I will set aside the grudges with the Hell Realm for today! If anyone wants to destroy the Yama Clan, the Sword Realm will not allow it, and I certainly will not."
Back then, being severely injured by Shi Yan had delayed Wen Tianjun's cultivation progress.
But over these thirty thousand years, he had caught up, reaching the middle stage of Half-Ancestor. It was more than enough to hold back the Ancestral Yaksha King, who ranked lower among the ten thousand generations of nine Ancestors.
Zhang Ruochen sat by the Santu River fishing, with an inn from the Ancient God Road behind him.
This was a necessary path to multiple star regions. The positions of four floats above the water reflected the chaotic battle situation in the star region where the Yama Clan's World Tree was located.
The fishing hook sank to the bottom, its whereabouts unknown.
Xiu Chen Heavenly God, her face clear and beautiful, dressed in colorful clothes and a silk sash, stood behind Zhang Ruochen, her hands folded over her lower abdomen and hidden in her wide cloud sleeves. She looked somewhat like a docile maidservant.
She stared intently at the various scenes on the water's surface, her expression gradually relaxing. "Great! The Empress and Yan Wushen both have hidden cards—they've held them off! The God Realm wants to destroy the Yama Clan—that's just wishful thinking."
"This is only the beginning. How could it be that easy?" Zhang Ruochen said. "Yong Zhou is such a formidable figure. With just the cultivators of the Yuandao, Tu Teng, and Zhen Yi clans, they can only temporarily hold him back. To keep Yong Zhou here, the Immortal Musician and the three old clan emperors are still a step short in cultivation."
"After Yao Yao and Zangjin Baihu combine, their combat power is indeed impressive, but they cannot be a match for the Stellar Knight Legion. If the battle drags on, they will surely lose."
"It is not difficult for Wen Tianjun to defeat the Ancestral Yaksha King, but whether he can prevent the Ancestral Yaksha King from reaching the Yama Clan's World Tree is an unknown."
"Those who defend for long will inevitably lose. The attacker always holds the initiative. Once one direction is breached, it becomes a rout—total defeat."
Xiu Chen Heavenly God pouted thoughtfully, then asked, "Then what should we do? How can we break the deadlock?"
"Unless the two World Trees controlled by the God Realm are breached first, dealing a heavy blow to the Divine Talisman Army and the Stellar Knight Legion, and truly making the God Realm feel the pain, only then will the tide of battle change," Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiu Chen Heavenly God frowned slightly. "That's impossible. Unless an Ancestor takes action, breaking the defense of a World Tree is no easy feat! The Divine Lords of the God Realm are no mere decorations. Why doesn't Yan Wushen take the initiative to attack? His combat power should have reached the Ancestor level."
"Yan Wushen isn't worried—why are you?" Zhang Ruochen looked at her crystal-clear, jade-like face and smiled. "Miao Li, you've changed! Now you actually care about the affairs of the world. You are no longer the unruly Xiu Chen Heavenly God of the past. What does the fate of the Yama Clan have to do with you?"
Faced with Zhang Ruochen's teasing, Xiu Chen Heavenly God rolled her eyes but dared not retort.
Who could argue when the other party was now an Ancestor?
Not only could he forcibly turn her into a woman like before, but if he wanted to turn her into a wife, she would have no choice but to comply.
Unruly?
Facing an Ancestor, true unruliness would surely lead to being tamed.
"I'll go assist Empress Chi Yao," Xiu Chen Heavenly God volunteered for battle.
Zhang Ruochen waved his hand. "It's not your turn yet! To break the current balance and reverse the battle situation, that person must act. It all depends on his choice—whether to charge toward becoming an Ancestor or to help the Yama Clan through this tribulation. It's all in a single thought!"
"Who?"
Xiu Chen Heavenly God was very curious.
Just who was this divine being with such power that only he could break the deadlock?
"The strongest defense can often only be breached from within."
Zhang Ruochen spoke with implication, his gaze fixed on the World Tree where the Stellar Knight Legion was stationed, his eyes filled with both anticipation and regret.
Giving up on charging toward Ancestor—that required great determination.
"Yan Wushen, help your master break through the realm, and your master will help you repel the God Realm's army."
Shi Yan had suffered greatly at the hands of the Dark Sovereign, sustaining multiple severe injuries. Finally breaking through the Dark Order, he reached the outskirts of the Yama Clan's World Tree and dove headfirst toward the Yama Heaven Beyond Heaven.
He had to immediately absorb the blood energy and souls of the Yama Clan's people, or death awaited him.
How could Yan Wushen allow him to enter the World Tree?
If the Corpse Demon broke in, the Eternal True Ruler, hidden in the void, would have ample reason to enter the World Tree.
For now, the Eternal True Ruler still had to abide by the agreement he had reached with Zhang Ruochen.
"Master, you could consider self-detonating your Ancestor Divine Source and taking the Dark Sovereign and the Eternal True Ruler with you. Your disciple would be eternally grateful. On every death anniversary and Qingming Festival, I would surely provide plenty of paper money and incense."
Yan Wushen laughed heartily, his body rising into the air as he unleashed the Six Paths Reincarnation Mirror.
He collided with the diving Shi Yan.
"Boom!"
The Corpse Demon was repelled, furious. "Since you are so foolish, then perish together with the Yama Clan within this World Tree!"
"Blood Burning Curse!"
An Ancestor curse even more terrifying than the Blood Devouring Curse and the Soul Devouring Curse was unleashed by the Corpse Demon.
The power of the curse crossed space and descended upon all members of the Yama Clan.
Yan Wushen knew all too well the terror of the Blood Burning Curse. Tens of thousands of years ago, the Holy Clan had been wiped out by this very curse.
Not to mention the ordinary Yama Clan members—even he, a peak Half-Ancestor, felt his divine soul shaken and his blood energy unstable.
"As long as I am here, you cannot decide the life or death of the Yama Clan. I am now the clan leader of the Yama Clan. Step over my corpse first before casting your curse!"
Yan Wushen burned the blood within his body, raised the Six Paths Reincarnation Mirror, and flew above the World Tree.
The light on the mirror's surface rapidly spread outward, enveloping the entire World Tree. It drew away every strand of the Blood Burning Curse's power that had invaded this space, absorbing it into the mirror.
A smile appeared in the Corpse Demon's eyes—this was exactly what he wanted.
As long as Yan Wushen used his power to protect the Yama Clan, he could easily break into the World Tree.
Just then, on the World Tree where the Stellar Knight Legion was stationed, Fengdu Dadi's majestic and cold figure appeared outside the ruined city gate, looking at the rubble that had once been Fengdu Ghost City.
Inside Fengdu Ghost City, a large number of Stellar Knight Legion elites had gathered.
They immediately noticed the figure outside the city gate and sensed the terrifying aura of dangerous fluctuations emanating from him.
"Who is he?"
"How did he break through the formation and enter the World Tree?"
Among the Stellar Knight Legion, an old man who had reached the Heavenly Venerable level sneered. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a divine artifact shaped like a war banner and suppressed it toward Fengdu Dadi.
This old man was a disciple of the Second Confucian Ancestor, a contemporary of the Immovable Bright King Great Venerable.
He had been cultivating in the God Realm, sleeping in regions where time flowed slowly, and thus had survived to this era.
The war banner contained blazing energy like a star, and as its surface fluttered, it was like a star exploding.
"Boom!"
Fengdu Dadi reached out and grabbed the descending divine artifact war banner, channeling the destructive power it contained into the ground beneath his feet.
Instantly, a large section of Fengdu Ghost City's domain collapsed.
This scene shocked all the cultivators of the Stellar Knight Legion.
"I have never left this World Tree, so why would I need to break in from outside?"
Fengdu Dadi, holding the war banner and refining it with ghost fire, walked into the city. "You don't even recognize me—you deserve to be buried in Fengdu Ghost City."
"He is Fengdu Dadi!"
"Impossible! The Confucian Ancestor probed with his spiritual power—how could he have hidden inside the World Tree without being detected?"
"Because Yan Tingqiu never believed that I would stand by and watch Fengdu Ghost City be destroyed and the World Tree be taken without showing myself."
Fengdu Dadi swung the war banner, and flames like rivers swept across the sky above Fengdu Ghost City. Instantly, over a dozen Divine King and Divine Lord-level experts from the divine army had their physical bodies blown apart.
Their remains fell like fiery rain into the void.
"Bang!"
The Yellow Spring Seal flew out, unleashing spatial power, shattering an old man with Heavenly Venerable-level cultivation into pieces.
"Boom!"
The Soul-Suppressing Ring flew around the World Tree, emitting a piercing sound. Wherever it passed, it blasted Stellar Knight Legion members into bloody pulp, and even the stars beneath them exploded along with them.
Like a splendid apocalyptic fireworks display, it bloomed in the universe.
Fengdu Dadi was truly burning with rage, wanting to slaughter his way into the God Realm.
Back when the Stellar Knight Legion attacked Fengdu Ghost City, he had sensed it, but he was in the critical moment of seclusion, charging toward Ancestor. If he acted, not only would all his efforts be wasted, but he would also suffer backlash.
The Stellar Knight Legion, formed into battle formations, possessed unparalleled combat power. In the moment Fengdu Dadi hesitated, they had already breached Fengdu Ghost City with overwhelming force and seized the World Tree.
Thus, Fengdu Dadi could only hide deeper, making charging toward Ancestor his top priority.
But, as if fated, today had come to the point where he had no choice but to act. In the end, all his efforts were wasted.
This fury naturally turned into endless slaughter.
Xiu Chen Heavenly God was both shocked and delighted. "So you were talking about Fengdu Dadi! Even the Second Confucian Ancestor couldn't detect him hiding inside the World Tree—how did you know?"
"The Heavenly Mother told me," Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiu Chen Heavenly God looked disappointed. "I thought your perception and deduction were superior to the Second Confucian Ancestor's."
"Fengdu Dadi had been operating on that World Tree for no less than a million years. He had long merged his aura with the World Tree. With the Yellow Spring Seal, a spatial divine artifact second only to the Universe Cauldron, unless the Second Confucian Ancestor examined every speck of dust on the World Tree, how could he find him? Unfortunately, the Second Confucian Ancestor was in a hurry to start the war and didn't have that time. This is destined to be the biggest flaw in the God Realm's defeat this time!" Zhang Ruochen said.
Xiu Chen Heavenly God said, "I don't understand. When Fengdu Ghost City was breached, Fengdu Dadi endured it. Why did he act now? Is the Yama Clan more important than Fengdu Ghost City?"
Zhang Ruochen's eyes were deep, filled with both admiration and regret. "Because he has seen the true significance of this battle. The God Realm cannot afford to lose. The more this is the case, the more the God Realm must suffer a crushing defeat. Only when the God Realm is truly hurt will the Immortal hiding behind the scenes enter the game."
"So you are fishing for that Immortal of the God Realm?" Xiu Chen Heavenly God said thoughtfully.
"Not just that. Ah, is it already taking the bait?"
Zhang Ruochen swept his long sleeve across the water's surface.
After ripples spread, the light and shadow on the water changed drastically.
The scene shifted from the battlefield in the star region where the Yama Clan's World Tree was located to the starry sky where Fu Rong, the Sovereign, and Lady Shiji were clashing.