Chapter 2170: Spirit Insect Eggs Gather Troops in One Place, Deciding the Destiny in One Battle

Wang Qingshan frowned. Since he had advanced to the God Transformation stage, no one had dared to speak to him with such an attitude.

Sun Feng's demeanor also highlighted the vast difference between the Xuanyang Realm and the lower realms. Power dictates everything; without formidable strength, Sun Feng would not have spoken to Wang Qingshan in this manner.

“What about Taiyang Sect then?” Wang Qingshan asked with a frown. To ensure a smooth ascension to the Xuanyang Realm, he tolerated Sun Feng's disrespectful attitude.

“The Blood Shadow Race should know we've descended and have already consolidated their forces,” Sun Feng stated gravely, his tone stern. “Destroying Taiyang Sect now offers little benefit. It’s better for Taiyang Sect to dismiss its disciples and scatter them. You should come with us to assault the Blood Shadow Race's lair. We’ve already contacted two or three other God Transformation cultivators, and they’ve agreed. We’ll strike directly at their heart and settle this in one decisive battle.”

Currently, there were already six God Transformation cultivators. With Wang Qingshan, that made seven, creating a clear advantage of seven against five.

“Alright, I’ll just instruct Young Friend Yang, and then I’ll leave with Fellow Daoist Sun,” Wang Qingshan agreed. He also wanted to resolve this matter quickly and head to the Xuanyang Realm sooner.

He summoned Yang Hongji, gave him a few instructions, and then left Golden Turtle Island with Sun Feng.

Yang Hongji dismissed the sect's disciples, scattering them across various locations to prevent the Blood Shadow Race from wiping them out in one fell swoop.

Qianyang Island, Zhao Family.

In a secluded courtyard with blue tiles, Li Muyun sat in a blue stone pavilion, holding a blue jade box. Inside were over a dozen golden insect eggs, at which he gazed with fervent eyes.

Zhao Weiwei walked in and said with a smile, “Senior Brother Li, these insect eggs haven’t hatched yet?”

Li Muyun shook his head. “No, I obtained them from an ancient cultivator's cave. Even after soaking them in various spiritual liquids, they wouldn’t hatch. Perhaps soaking them in Creation Divine Water might work. Oh, by the way, has Senior Brother Sun returned?”

“Yes, he’s back,” Zhao Weiwei replied truthfully. “He brought back the God Transformation cultivator that True Master Taiyang mentioned. This person is a sword cultivator at the Mid God Transformation stage. I’ve asked them all to wait in the discussion hall.”

“Let’s go! We should meet them, resolve this matter quickly, and return to the Xuanyang Realm as soon as possible. The spiritual energy in the lower realms is far too thin,” Li Muyun said, putting away the jade box and heading out.

Upon arriving at the discussion hall, five God Transformation cultivators were chatting. One of them, a green-robed old woman, had a peculiar appearance: her body was adorned with colorful patterns, clearly painted on, and she wore a colorful bone chain around her neck while holding a snake-headed staff.

She was Wu Yun, the Grand High Priestess of the Witch Tribe, a cultivator at the Early God Transformation stage.

The Witch Tribe had also suffered heavy losses from the Blood Shadow Race's attacks.

Besides Wu Yun, there was also a white-haired, red-faced old man in golden robes with a handlebar mustache, and a tall, slender gray-robed man with an aquiline nose and hawk-like eyes, whose expression was indifferent.

Both were Early God Transformation cultivators. The golden-robed elder was Fang Tianyu, a rogue cultivator from the outer seas.

The gray-robed man was Feng Yu, whose true form was a Fifth-rank Low-grade Splitting Wind Beast.

Wang Qingshan, carrying his sword box and possessing Mid God Transformation cultivation, stood out from the crowd.

“Fellow Daoist Sun, are we taking action against the Blood Shadow Race now?” Wu Yun asked cautiously, her expression respectful.

“According to our intelligence, there are only five God Transformation Blood Shadow cultivators in the Skysea Realm. We have seven, so eliminating them won't be difficult. There’s no need to just keep waiting,” Sun Feng stated gravely, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

Wu Yun and the others were terrified of the Blood Shadow Race. They even wanted to unite various forces to attack Nine Immortals Island, sending cultivators below the God Transformation stage as the vanguard, hoping to scare the Blood Shadow Race away.

Truth be told, if it weren’t for the Creation Divine Water being in the Blood Shadow Race’s possession, they would have simply driven them off and sealed the spatial node.

Wu Yun and the other native God Transformation cultivators hoped the Blood Shadow Race would leave the Skysea Realm, while Li Muyun and his two companions wanted to acquire the Creation Divine Water. Bringing the Creation Divine Water back to their sect would be a great achievement; without it, they wouldn’t gain much benefit.

Naturally, Li Muyun and his two companions kept silent about the existence of the Creation Divine Water; they didn't want the news to leak.

“Fellow Daoist Sun is right,” Fang Tianyu said with a chuckle. “With Fellow Daoist Li, Fellow Daoist Sun, and Immortal Zhao taking action, eliminating Immortal Blood Soul and the others should be no problem. Although my strength is modest, I am also willing to contribute.” If it weren't for the promises of benefits from Li Muyun and his companions, he would have had no interest in getting involved in this mess.

“Eliminating the five, including Immortal Blood Soul, will certainly bring you benefits,” a resonant male voice suddenly declared.

As soon as the voice fell, Li Muyun and Zhao Weiwei walked in.

Li Muyun’s gaze swept across the room, settling on Wang Qingshan.

“I am Li Muyun. Let’s all introduce ourselves and get acquainted,” Li Muyun said with a smile.

Wang Qingshan and the others then successively introduced themselves and became acquainted.

“Wang Qingshan? Fellow Daoist Wang, you’re not a cultivator from the Skysea Realm, are you?” Fang Tianyu asked, puzzled. If Wang Qingshan were from the Skysea Realm, he would certainly have heard his name. It was illogical for a Mid God Transformation sword cultivator to be unknown.

“No, I am from another realm and happened to drift into the Skysea Realm,” Wang Qingshan replied vaguely. He was unwilling to fully disclose his true origins; caution against others was essential. No old monster who had lived for over a thousand years would easily confide in others.

Fang Tianyu and the others understood and did not press further.

“Let me put it simply,” Li Muyun began slowly, his tone severe. “You will cooperate with us to eliminate the Blood Shadow Race. Note, *cooperate*. We don’t need you to be at the forefront, but we expect you not to feign effort. After the Blood Shadow Race is eliminated, I will grant you a reward. Whether you can ascend to the Xuanyang Realm depends on yourselves. Oh, and Fellow Daoist Wang, we will take you to the Xuanyang Realm after this is done.”

Upon hearing this, Wu Yun and the other two looked on with envy. As Early God Transformation cultivators, they were not yet able to ascend to the Xuanyang Realm.

“Of course, if you render significant service, I can also help you ascend to the Xuanyang Realm. It will depend on your performance,” Zhao Weiwei added.

“Immortal Zhao, is that true?!” Wu Yun exclaimed, excited.

“Of course, our word is our bond,” Zhao Weiwei nodded, her expression serious.

“Good, with Immortal Zhao’s words, this old woman knows what to do,” Wu Yun stated gravely, her face filled with anticipation.

“Alright, I’ll outline our plan,” Li Muyun said gravely. “Fellow Daoist Fang will be responsible for staying on Qianyang Island to protect the Zhao Family. Senior Brother Sun has already set up a grand formation, which should be able to withstand the Blood Shadow Race’s attacks for a time if they strike. Fellow Daoist Fang, your mission is to protect the Zhao Family well. Fellow Daoist Wang, Fellow Daoist Wu, and Fellow Daoist Feng, you will come with us to assault Nine Immortals Island.” The Zhao Family could not afford any mishaps, or it would be difficult to explain to Ancestor Zhao.

“Yes, Fellow Daoist Li,” Wang Qingshan and the other three readily agreed.

Li Muyun gave a few more instructions. With a slight flick of his wrist, a clear phoenix cry echoed, and a blue light shot out, revealing a gigantic azure phoenix.

“A Fifth-rank spirit bird!” Wu Yun exclaimed in surprise, her face filled with envy.

“Let’s go! This way, we’ll travel faster,” Li Muyun commanded, leaping onto the back of the azure phoenix. Wang Qingshan and the other five followed closely behind.

A phoenix cry, resonating through the heavens and earth, sounded as the azure phoenix spread its wings, stirred up a gust of wind, flew out of the hall, and vanished into the horizon.