Chapter 990: Evil Life Tribe Annihilated

“Ancestor!”

On the horizon, as the Evilborn Ancestor was eradicated by the Empress’s divine authority, his sigh echoed in all directions. Cries of despair successively erupted from the mouths of the Evilborn Sacred Land’s clansmen. But in the next instant, an endless sea of fire engulfed everything. Wherever the flames passed, their destructive power covered all, converging within the Sacred Mountain, into the Stone Gate of Corpse Restrictions that the Evilborn Ancestor had opened just before his death. With fire, this gate was sealed shut.

Subsequently, the army of cultivators gathered from all directions suddenly moved. Like a giant hand descending from the heavens, imbued with celestial might and murderous intent, it crashed down upon the Evilborn Sacred Mountain. The aura of death enveloped the entire Evilborn clan.

At this moment, fear and despair completely seized the minds of every Evilborn clansman. Some were overcome by trembling, instinctively choosing to flee. Others, however, were driven to madness. After the Ancestor’s death, the elders who succeeded the clan’s will had their eyes bloodshot, each flying out to rally the entire clan in an attempt to resist. But in the next instant, a thunderous roar erupted as the giant hand descended directly. The mountain body shook, deafeningly.

The resistance of the Evilborn clansmen instantly crumbled under this giant hand. As they shattered, countless Evilborn clansmen spewed blood. Yet, figures instantly flew out, still struggling. However, under the overwhelming might of that giant hand, everything was swept away; as quickly as they flew out, they fell back down. With a mere tremor of this hand, the legions of cultivators forming it swarmed out like a beehive, overwhelming and surging towards the mountain.

Immediately, shrill cries, furious roars, and mournful wails intertwined, echoing in all directions. The mountain trembled even more violently, with cracks spreading across its surface every moment, and large quantities of rocks breaking off. Slaughter erupted in every area. The armies from the human race, from Fenghai County, from Sacrifice Moon, and from Seven Blood Eyes were too numerous. Even though this Sacred Mountain was vast and immense, it could not accommodate such numbers. Therefore, only a portion of elite cultivators charged in. Even so, they invaded every area of the Sacred Mountain. In just an instant, as fierce combat erupted, the corpses of the fallen Evilborn clan were strewn everywhere.

Meanwhile, more cultivators from Xu Qing's side maintained a blockade outside. They used formations to completely seal off the heavens, the void, the laws, and the forbidden sea surrounding the Sacred Mountain, leaving all Evilborn cultivators within no escape by sky or by ground. The only inevitable path awaiting the Evilborn clan was annihilation. There was no other choice.

At this moment, as the sounds of slaughter spread within the Sacred Mountain, Xu Qing's figure appeared silently and explosively wherever a sound rose and fell, empowered by the divine authority of sound. Wherever he passed, sound brought forth life and death, heads flew, flesh and blood disintegrated, and murderous intent soared to the heavens.

He needed to kill. The experiences of the past ten days had kept his nerves taut. The chase, in particular, had left him like a stray dog, utterly disheveled. The constant fleeing, the repeated collapse of his body and the accompanying pain, all now transformed into overwhelming murderous intent. Xu Qing was never one to tolerate being wronged. Killing was also the norm in his life.

Originally, the Sacred Land and he could have coexisted peacefully. He hadn't intended to clash with the Sacred Land so soon, merely waiting there for the arrival of the Dragon Carriage Giant. Yet, the Son of the Sovereign and his protectors displayed an all too obvious greed. Since that was the case, then… so be it with killing!

Thus, a wind rose from the sea, stirring waves, carrying seawater, and blowing onto the Sacred Mountain. It merged with the slaughter here, spreading upwards from below.

At the foot of the mountain, an Evilborn cultivator of the Guixu realm, face contorted with madness, was clashing with Ancestor Xuelianzi. Though old, Xuelianzi was among the first to storm the Sacred Mountain. He had always felt guilty about Xu Qing's previous disappearance, and now, he attacked with full force. “You dare touch my disciple’s grandson?” he roared. “I’ll make your entire clan perish with you!” Xuelianzi’s heart was cold. He transformed into countless bloody threads, intending to absorb and drain every Evilborn clansman he saw.

The Evilborn cultivator felt madness surge within him. He knew that today was fraught with peril, and in this blood and slaughter, he wished to drag others down with him. His eyes were bloodshot as he formed hand seals, and a tremendous aura erupted from his body. He was about to self-destruct. But in the next instant, as the wind swept by, a figure of death materialized from the wind's sound, appearing behind him. A swift cut with a dagger sent his head flying. The spinning world became the last sight for this cultivator, but unfortunately, he still didn't see his killer; all he saw was the shroud of bloody threads formed by Xuelianzi.

The slaughter continued. At this moment, if one were to look down upon the Sacred Land from the sky, one would see an increasing number of corpses within it. Everyone was in a frenzy, and so was Er Niu. He transformed into countless blue worms, carrying frost, and wherever he passed, everything was frozen solid. A sneer escaped his lips, accompanied by the howling cold wind. “Sacred Land? What a joke.”

At the same time, in another location, an Evilborn cultivator at the Great Perfection of Guixu realm, facing a multi-sided siege, spewed blood and rapidly retreated. Wherever his gaze fell, death permeated the Sacred Mountain. The stench of blood and the shrill screams filled his senses. The approach of death made his mind tremble. In his retreat, he desperately unleashed a secret technique, trying to escape by all means. He succeeded halfway. Under his secret technique, his entire body glowed with blood-light, like a blood escape, allowing him to flee his besieged fate. However, still enveloped by the external formations, he couldn't fully teleport out, only reappearing at the foot of the Sacred Mountain. The moment he appeared, before he could even discern his surroundings, the wind assaulted his face! It was more intense than the previous siege, and countless sensations of life-or-death crisis suddenly erupted in his mind. His heart pounded wildly, and his body instinctively recoiled, but in the next instant, the wind severed his head! The world, in his perception, slowed down until it became pitch black! Amidst the gushing blood, his corpse fell! His severed head, however, landed in the hand of a figure emerging from the wind, who picked it up and then vanished once more!

When he reappeared, it was already halfway up the mountain, where there were even more corpses. For the Evilborn clan, the situation was one of complete suppression. The vast disparity in strength between them rendered the Evilborn clan's resistance meaningless. Their struggles only prolonged their lives for a short while, but at the cost of injuries and mental torment. Even the clan's several Spirit Incarnation elders and other Spirit Incarnation powerhouses fell one after another under the attacks of the Young Lord and others, as well as King Zhenyan.

Blood clouds gathered in the sky, and blood rain poured down in all directions. The flames continued to burn, incinerating the falling blood rain into mist that shrouded the Sacred Mountain. Xu Qing, like a reaper walking among mortals, ascended from the foot of this Sacred Mountain towards its peak, veiled in the blood mist. His target made no distinction; regardless of cultivation level, as long as they were Evilborn clansmen, they would all be marked with death by him. This applied to Guixu, to Spirit Treasury, and equally to Nascent Soul and Core Formation cultivators.

Consequently, the scent of blood grew thicker and thicker here, the screams became more and more shrill, but their number gradually diminished. Finally, when Xu Qing emerged from the blood mist swirling around the mountain and stood atop its peak, the battlefield no longer echoed with the wails of Evilborn cultivators. Their clan was completely annihilated. Only countless corpses, mostly shattered, lay scattered across various parts of the mountain. And blood had completely dyed the white mountain crimson. The aura of death caused the Corpse Restrictions beneath the sea to tremble slightly, but they were quickly suppressed by the aura on the surface.

On the mountaintop, Xu Qing took a deep breath and looked towards all those who had assisted him. After glancing at each of them, he bowed to all sides. Then, his gaze met Ling’er’s, who was beside the Young Lord. Ling’er had grown up. She knew Xu Qing had more important things to do, so she hadn't disturbed him. Upon noticing Xu Qing's gaze, her expression was filled with longing. Xu Qing's eyes softened, and he nodded, then turned to look at the Team Leader, who had also emerged from the blood mist.

“Senior Brother!”

Er Niu knew what Xu Qing wanted to say, so he licked his lips, savored the surrounding blood, and chuckled: “Don't worry, little Ah Qing. By sacrificing the entire Evilborn clan’s blood, I can surely find that person’s tracks. Besides, he no longer has that strange pair of scissors, and he himself is weak; it's highly probable he’s no longer at the Sovereign realm!”

As he spoke, the Team Leader stomped his right foot, soaring directly into the air. Mid-flight, he raised his hand and seized the blood mist below. Instantly, the dense blood mist pervading the Sacred Land rumbled, transforming into five hurricanes. With Er Niu at the center, they shot skyward, then spun incessantly. Vast numbers of corpses were also shaken by the hurricanes, drawn into them, swirling like fallen leaves. From a distance, this scene was shocking, resembling some sort of evil ritual.

Then, a sharp light gleamed in Er Niu's eyes. His hands rapidly formed seals, and he muttered incantations. Immediately, the five hurricanes roared, and all the corpses within them were pulverized. Once they became flesh and blood, these five hurricanes appeared even more terrifying. Finally, with Er Niu's right hand pointing skyward, the five hurricanes shot straight towards the sky. Against the sky, they converged, forming a sea of blood that continuously churned, rumbling loudly, and shaping into a swirling black hole. Gazing at the vortex, Er Niu let out a low roar.

“Junior Brother.”

Xu Qing didn't hesitate. The Golden Crow burst out from within him, and as it soared in mid-air, it opened its maw and spat out the continuously refined body of Fuxie. It landed beside Er Niu. Er Niu raised his right hand and pressed it onto Fuxie's head. After his fingertips firmly clasped the skull, his voice, ancient in resonance, echoed throughout heaven and earth!

“With blood as the guide, with thought as the cause, this bone, this cultivator, spirit of heaven and earth, return to your origin!”

The moment the voice rang out, the vortex spun even more intensely. Bolts of lightning writhed within, rumbling in all directions, like silver serpents filling the sky! Faintly, an illusory scene was pulled forth, revealing itself within the black hole! Initially, it was blurry and distorted, but in the next instant, a sharp glint appeared in Er Niu's eyes. His entire body radiated blue light, which converged and slammed into the scene! As he imbued it with blue, Er Niu also spat out mouthfuls of blood, which landed on the scene, as if cleansing it. Thus, the scene quickly became clear!

It was the bottom of the sea. A dark figure was speeding along, but in an instant, it seemed to sense something, instinctively turned to look, revealing its appearance. It was Fuxie himself. His expression first showed a flicker of surprise, then instantly turned grim. He then raised a hand and waved, seemingly to sever the connection! At this exact moment, the scene blurred again!

“Trying to escape?” Er Niu sneered, his body flickered, and he rushed directly towards the vortex. Xu Qing, even faster, stepped forward instantly, approaching with extreme killing intent, and entered the vortex! Furthermore, a fiery figure burst out from within the Sacred Mountain, transforming into Huang Yan’s appearance, and stepped into the vortex along with them!

Amidst a roar, the vortex dissipated! The three figures vanished without a trace!