Chapter 775: Primordial Divine Treasury
Within the sacred soil, ancient towers loomed tall, and massive palaces stretched in clusters.
A group of barbarian warriors conquered one great hall after another. Inside most of them, dense mists swirled, colorful clouds rose, and immortal vapors shrouded everything—treasures were everywhere.
Another ancient hall was breached. As they charged inside, treasure light shot into the sky. Suspended within were divine pearls, each engraved with Dao marks, shining as brilliantly as stars. Cultivating here could double one’s speed.
The barbarian warriors gasped in shock. When had they ever seen such auspicious treasures? In their daily lives, they kept company with strange birds, fought fierce beasts, and lived in the vast wilderness. A single wolf-fang great club was all they needed.
When another giant palace was broken into, divine radiance soared skyward. Piles upon piles of Divine Source stones gleamed so brightly that it hurt to look at them—some the size of fists, others as large as human heads or washbasins, in all shapes and colors. They hung like suns in the air, dazzling and stirring the heart.
The Wang Clan had ruled the Northern Plains for hundreds of thousands of years, from ancient times to the present. No one knew how many treasures they had accumulated, and the sight was truly breathtaking.
Within the sacred soil, resistance had grown sparse. Blood stained the pure land, bones littered the ground, and iron hooves rumbled as they trampled over the corpses of the powerful.
Such was the fate of a clan’s annihilation. All glory became meaningless. After a flourishing age of splendor came an endless, sorrowful lament. Blood recorded everything that had once been, leaving only grief behind.
When the next palace was breached, it revealed rows of ancient weapons that hummed and clanged. Many of them shot into the sky, trying to flee in all directions.
This was an armory. Every single weapon had long since gained sentience. Any one of them, if auctioned off, would fetch an astronomical price. Taking down such an armory meant a great deal to the barbarian tribe—they desperately needed these weapons, and many of their warriors’ eyes went wide.
When yet another giant palace was broken into, the scent of medicine filled the air, revitalizing every weary cultivator. Inside, a riot of colors greeted them. Various jade bottles were arranged on shelves, shimmering with clear light. There were also many alchemy furnaces, from which fragrant smoke curled, refreshing the spirit. Who knew how many precious pills were stored here?
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The Wang Clan’s accumulated wealth was simply too vast. With hundreds or even thousands of ancient halls, the total of all their stored goods was beyond imagination!
This was the foundation of over a hundred thousand years. Countless rare materials abounded, many of which were unheard of. They sparkled with brilliance, dazzling the mind and nearly causing one to lose oneself.
Here, there were mountains of Source blocks, rare ancient medicines tens of thousands of years old, damaged saint weapons, profound and immortal ancient scriptures, and mysterious primeval slaughter formations.
This was a divine treasury. Conquering an ancient aristocratic clan revealed their wealth and collections—so abundant and dazzling that it could petrify a person, leaving them frozen in place!
What were legendary treasures or immortal inheritances compared to an ancient aristocratic clan? They would seem shabby and incomparable.
The barbarian warriors were simple and honest by nature, but even they were nearly lost now. Many were in a daze. Compared to their usual life of accompanying wild beasts in deep mountains and ancient ridges, what they saw before them was far too luxurious and dreamlike.
And all of this would belong to them. It felt so unreal. Having long been accustomed to a primitive life of eating raw meat and drinking blood, wandering through forests and mountains, they were now struck by such rare treasures, leaving them confused.
The Barbarian King frowned. Standing atop a palace, he roared, “Children, do not let what you see shake your iron will. I brought you to war for two reasons: first, to avenge our tribesmen; second, to train you. Let everyone undergo the baptism of blood and fire. Only then can you become true ancient barbarian warriors. Because in the future, we may face even greater battles. This is merely the prelude to a grand chapter. Everything is just a rehearsal. Use this war to temper yourselves.”
These words were like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads, awakening them. The barbarian warriors’ eyes regained clarity, and their will of iron was reforged.
“Yes, Chief!” The roars shook the heavens.
The Barbarian King nodded. He was very satisfied. These children were simple and honest, but they were also the most obedient and the most united. As long as the clan leader gave an order, they would charge without hesitation, even if it meant death.
“Ye Fan, little brother, come over and take a look. There are some things here that I can’t understand,” the Barbarian King called out.
Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi walked over. They saw that within this hall, there were many ancient scriptures, all of which were extremely profound. Some were even supreme forbidden techniques.
The Barbarian King laughed heartily. Contentment brought happiness. Conquering a great ancient aristocratic clan and obtaining a hundred-thousand-year treasury was a shocking war prize. He had no regrets.
“Brother Ye, take a look. Copy a copy of the scriptures,” the Barbarian King said.
Ye Fan, Li Tian, and Yan Yixi did not put on airs. They stepped forward generously and began to study them seriously. They did not lack cultivation methods, but they wanted to find something inspiring.
That night, flames of war rose everywhere across the Northern Plains. The sounds of battle never ceased. The Wang Clan was a behemoth with deep roots and spreading branches. They had countless industries and Dao fields across the land, all of which became targets.
When a wall crumbles, everyone pushes it. In their heyday, when they dominated the Northern Plains, no one dared to provoke them. But now that the barbarian iron cavalry had leveled them, all their enemies surged forth.
On the Northern Plains, flames of war raged, and battles continued unabated. Even great sects that had no enmity with them joined the fray—all for the sake of profit!
Various Source mines, cultivation holy lands, auction houses containing rare treasures... every place became a battlefield.
Even the Wang Clan’s sacred soil had been uprooted. How could the people in these lower places resist?
Of course, the battle could not end quickly. It was foreseeable that for a long time to come, there would be various battles and pursuits.
The Wang Clan had been erased!
That night, thousands of troops and tens of thousands of horsemen poured into the Northern Plains. The forces from other major domains were inevitably top-tier sects; otherwise, they could not have waged a cross-domain war.
Many people rushed straight for the Wang Clan’s sacred soil, hoping to gain the greatest benefits. There were ancient scriptures, supreme saint weapons, and endless resources—heavenly materials, earthly treasures, war chariots, ancient ships, king weapons, ancient medicines, all piled up like mountains. It was a peerless divine treasury.
Even if they could not swallow it all, just getting a share of the pie would be enough to benefit them endlessly. After all, this was an immortal ancient aristocratic clan!
However, many great sects could only watch with envy. The barbarian army unceremoniously displayed the Human Clan Great Sage’s stone axe, hanging it outside the sacred soil. Anyone who dared to force their way in would surely be split in half.
Moreover, people learned a terrifying fact: the Wang Clan had a saint-level ancient ancestral beast, and even it had been suppressed by the barbarian tribe. Thinking of this outcome, everyone was chilled to the bone.
Many great sects could only watch from afar. No one dared to charge in. The fact that these iron cavalry could level an ancient aristocratic clan made their strength terrifying. No one wanted to court trouble.
Within the sacred soil, one massive war vessel after another rose into the sky and then vanished into domain gates. Each vessel was loaded with heavenly materials and earthly treasures, their radiance illuminating heaven and earth.
People were extremely envious, but not a single person dared to snatch anything. They could only watch helplessly.
Fortresses forged from refined gold also rose into the air. All the powerful war tools left behind by the Wang Clan now belonged to the barbarian tribe.
Each war fortress was filled with Source stones, ancient medicines, weapons, divine materials, and more. This harvest was unimaginable, enough to last for countless lifetimes.
The Barbarian King had once roared, telling the younger generation not to lose their hearts amidst material desires. But now, even he had to sigh—the harvest was too great.
Hundreds of ancient chariots, war vessels, and fortresses rose into the sky, yet they still could not transport everything. In the end, they had to use the small world inside the saint weapon to collect the rest.
Mountains of treasures, seas of rare wonders, disappeared one after another. Finally, the Barbarian King was thorough. He lifted up all the ancient halls and foundations, storing them inside the stone axe.
“Damn, that’s thorough! He really scraped the ground three feet deep—no, thirty feet deep! Not even a single hair was left behind!”
In the distance, the many great sects waiting on all sides were disappointed. Someone couldn’t help but mutter angrily, but dared not say it loudly.
After a day and a night, the barbarian army withdrew completely. Many great sects entered the sacred soil and began another carpet-style search.
Because the foundation of an ancient aristocratic clan was too deep. There might be some treasures left behind. These people scraped the ground three hundred feet deep—even more thoroughly than the barbarian army!
Surprisingly, some great sects really did dig up hidden chambers and obtained many heavy treasures.
“Ahhh...” In the Southern Ridge, Wang Teng had gone mad. His hair disheveled, standing on an ancient emperor war chariot, his eyes were like those of a wild beast. He let out a piercing roar, his expression ferocious beyond compare.
He had entered the Southern Ridge specifically to kill Ye Fan. He never imagined that in a single night, Ye Fan would lead the barbarian army into the Northern Plains and level his family.
“He really has returned...” On a sheer cliff in the Southern Ridge, Li Xiaoman’s white robes fluttered. Her eyes were cold as she gazed into the distance toward the Northern Plains.
“Little Leaf, you led tens of thousands of iron cavalry to level an ancient aristocratic clan!” In the Eastern Wasteland, the little moon of the Ji Family, Ji Ziyue, had light sparkling in her eyes as she also gazed into the distance.
One battle, one achievement, shook the world. Everyone was stunned. No one knew how many major powers were terrified, especially the Yin Yang Sect in the Central Province.
In the Northern Domain of the Eastern Wasteland, an ancient mountain stood like a demonic wall, cutting off the nine heavens and ten lands. A figure with a blurry outline stood with his hands behind his back, muttering to himself, “The Human Clan’s Sacred Body is somewhat interesting. Worth my time to kill him.”