Chapter 742: The Earth That Made Great Beings Spit Blood

Places like the God Race, Spirit Race, Xilin Race, and Machine Race were almost simultaneously subjected to fierce attacks. External enemies launched a large-scale invasion, resulting in a horrific massacre. For a time, the screams of the direct descendants from several major races rose and fell in quick succession.

It was too sudden. For years, no one had dared to proactively attack them. Today, battle suddenly erupted, with a group of Saints launching a merciless sneak attack.

In the important territories of these races, blood splattered as a terrible tragedy unfolded!

Compared to the battle raging outside Earth, Uncle Ming was essentially opening a second front. Its profound impact was destined to be remembered by all races for years to come.

This was a subversive war because, after so many years, a supposedly desolate land was actually able to counter-attack and assault the top ten powers!

At this moment, outside Earth, the battle was drawing to a close. With the Southern Bright Divine Fire Sparrow killed, almost no one was willing to fight to the death here; it simply wasn't worth it.

This woman had stated from the beginning that they were forcing her hand and were purely courting death.

"Everyone, I'll be leaving first!"

With a whoosh, a titan among the cosmic pirates fled, disappearing without a trace.

"Friends, farewell for now, as the green hills remain and the waters flow on. I feel the meaning of life is not here; I shall go far away to seek the true meaning of evolution!"

Someone said this, without blushing or their heart racing, quite naturally, escaping in a rather dramatic fashion.

"The starry sky is so brilliant and magnificent, yet you and I are endlessly fighting here. It truly spoils the scenery. I'm leaving!" someone else declared, fleeing madly without looking back.

Everyone was speechless.

Throughout the universe, those watching the live broadcast were speechless. So even "Reflecting the Heavens" level experts got scared; they were actually fleeing at light speed.

Even among the fleeing "Reflecting the Heavens" level individuals, many were speechless themselves.

"Damn it, cowards, why are you fleeing?!" some powerful figures secretly cursed, grumbling inwardly. Yet, in the end, that very great power also ran away himself.

If everyone else fled, he truly didn't dare to stay. Otherwise, he would be directly smashed to pulp by the two silver gates, becoming a bloody mess, which would be too miserable.

Some people were heartbroken and frustrated, lamenting the situation. They estimated that if those present had joined forces, they could have destroyed the woman, no matter how powerful she was.

There was nothing they could do; their hearts weren't united. They weren't from the same race and were guarding against each other. Who would be willing to wage war against a terrifying woman they could have simply avoided?

So, in the blink of an eye, the individuals in outer space around Earth had all fled, each one faster than the last, with many disappearing almost instantly.

However, to some people's surprise, the woman was too overbearing; she didn't stop there and continued her pursuit.

Even veteran powerhouses, who had been revered for many years, cast aside their pride and began to race each other on who could flee faster. As long as they were even slightly faster than others, they were safe; whoever fell behind would face misfortune!

Finally, the moment the woman stopped, she hurled one of the silver door panels.

Some individuals, attempting to pierce through the starry sky to traverse the universe directly and disappear completely, ended up having terrible luck.

For example, the old ancestor of Sky-Piercer, though always relatively low-key and unwilling to be the first to act after arriving on Earth, had always been secretly observing and seeking opportunities.

But he was surprisingly targeted because he was a killer, a dark hunter. Although he had been lurking, the insane killing intent deep in his heart had always been present, hostile towards everything on this planet, and this was perceived by the woman, who was condensed from spiritual energy.

He used the Sky-Piercer's supreme treasure, the blood sword, to block. In an instant, the divine sword, crimson like lava, broke off a section. It had already been damaged earlier by Yaoyao's grandfather using a great cauldron, and now another part was destroyed, making his heart bleed.

Moreover, the matter wasn't over. To his horror, he found that after the silver door panel smashed into the wormhole, it then struck him, causing the old assassin to scream on the spot.

"Ah..."

Finally, the crimson broken sword emitted a dazzling light, vanishing with a small portion of his body and leaving behind a large expanse of blood mist.

At the same time, the old ancestor of the Netherworld Race was also groaning and roaring. His bone dragon mount had been killed, and he himself was now struck by the other silver great door, hit from afar, exploding on the spot. Finally, a ball of blood essence enveloped his soul, tearing through cosmic space and escaping in a sorry state.

The great battle outside Earth ended. The woman carried the two silver great doors back to Kunlun Abyss and then vanished.

For a long time, the starry sky was silent. The outcome of this battle was too astonishing: that group of great powers had all fled, each one faster than the last, leaving everyone utterly speechless.

Of course, people also knew that they were deliberately avoiding a confrontation and unwilling to fight to the death, rather than truly fleeing in panic.

Subsequently, a storm swept through the universe. All races were discussing heatedly: Could Earth still be considered a desolate land? It definitely could not be casually looked down upon anymore.

On this ancient planet, three "Reflecting the Heavens" level experts had actually appeared!

Once three or four figures of this level appeared, that was comparable to the God Race and Netherworld Race. Coupled with supreme treasures like the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron, which could rival the top ten weapons in the universe, this clearly indicated the rise and revival of a super race!

"The life source land that was once ranked eleventh in the universe is now about to fully reclaim its position!"

"This is practically going to replace the God Race!"

Under the starry sky, all races were shocked. Nothing was more convincing than actual battle achievements, and evolutionaries from all sides were stunned.

Finally, ancient and top-tier financial consortiums like the Black Blood Arena and Tongtian Wormhole Company, through their relevant assessment departments, once again gave Earth a new rating.

"Earth's true strength, at a most conservative estimate, is within the top twenty!"

"Perhaps, it could even rank within the top eighteen!"

This was practically a straight surge; the two major organizations gave a new evaluation, upgrading its rank.

This was still because Earth was in a transitional era, with a gap in evolutionaries. Otherwise, if there were a large number of Golden Body level evolutionaries, many Sub-Saints, and some Ancient Saints, it could rival the top ten!

Their evaluations were relatively rigorous, and they themselves stated that the rating might be too conservative, implying that Earth's ranking would otherwise be even higher.

Of course, the rating agencies of these two major organizations were also convincing. They offered the view that Yaoyao's grandfather's condition was not guaranteed, and the mysterious woman was suspected to be merely a transient, not necessarily belonging to Earth.

They also took these uncertain factors into account.

Otherwise, just looking at the most glorious moment of Earth's high-end combat power today was truly a severe shock, especially since they had crippled even the God Race!

At this time, the Saint Teacher quietly left Earth to rendezvous with Uncle Ming and others, fearing something might happen to them!

After all, a group of "Reflecting the Heavens" level evolutionaries had just shamelessly raced to escape; all of them had retreated.

With the Saint Teacher quietly entering the starry sky, there was immediately a great assurance, as he was carrying the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron!

In fact, there was something the Saint Teacher hadn't expected: that group of great powers who had fled en masse were much tougher than he imagined. It wasn't a true rout, but merely a temporary avoidance of the power of that woman who was "unrelated" to Earth.

Finally, a considerable portion of them returned, standing in the solar system, staring at Earth. They were truly unwilling to give up.

"That woman disappeared into Kunlun," one mused, "She should be hibernating, entering slumber again. We just need to avoid provoking her."

"How hateful!" another fumed. "If you irritate this old man, I'll smash this planet with a single slap, summon purgatory, and devour all of them!"

"Old friend, calm down," someone advised. "If purgatory truly emerges, that will be a cataclysmic disaster, and the entire universe will face a great calamity. Haven't you read the records on the unearthed prehistoric stone tablets? This universe of ours used to have 'yang energy,' only to suffer because of the great disaster of purgatory, alas!"

A group of people outside Earth, their eyes flickering with uncertainty.

"This old man is truly furious!" an old man exclaimed, unable to contain himself. He extended a large hand, truly wanting to slap it down onto Earth!

"Stop, don't act recklessly!" several people immediately tried to dissuade him.

"Don't stop me, let me vent a bit!" the old man huffed. Yet, his hand didn't dare to press down with force; instead, it descended very slowly and lightly.

Everyone was speechless, seeing that he didn't dare and was merely venting.

However, someone still advised, "Fellow Daoist, you should still be cautious. Don't actually smash down a palm and cause a major disaster!"

The old man found it hard to back down, his face turning red. "No matter," he said, "I have my limits."

As he spoke, his hand swayed repeatedly, yet he still didn't dare to let it fall, which made others find it increasingly amusing. Indignant, he snapped, "What are you laughing at? Do you really think I don't dare?"

He fumbled around for a long time, finally extending a hand, shrinking it close to Earth!

"Fellow Daoist, be careful!"

"Brother Daoist, do you really dare to act recklessly!?"

The old man, annoyed, said, "I won't hit Kunlun. I'll just pick another spot to vent a bit!"

He searched for a long time and found a large desert in the western region of Earth's Tibetan area. He pressed his palm down, thinking that such a desolate place should not contain any mysterious caves and would be the safest.

In fact, he was somewhat feigning anger; the truth was, he had a bit of a mischievous streak. Later, if the topic came up, he could brag that everyone else was scared away, but only he dared to slap Earth!

However, just as his shrunken palm approached that golden desert, an anomaly occurred: the ground was covered in Nirvana flowers, crystalline and beautifully blue, like a vast ocean.

This was truly a drastic change in the blink of an eye. Just moments ago, it was a barren, lifeless desert, but as soon as his palm drew near, Nirvana flowers bloomed, and blue mist permeated the air.

His palm instantly froze in mid-air, sensing that something was amiss.

Because, no matter how he looked at it, this scene felt familiar, as if it conformed to a certain rumor.

Soon, he became alert, and his hair stood on end.

"Damn it, what have I done, I... I've stirred up a field of blue Nirvana flowers! Isn't this the Flower of Death from back in the universe, accompanied by terrifying legends!"

The old man wanted to curse, and even more, wanted to slap himself. His palm quickly retreated, about to withdraw.

"Fellow Daoist, your esteemed presence is noted. Forgive us for not coming out to greet you." In the vast desert, swathes of blue Nirvana flowers swayed as a calm voice emanated.

Now, let alone the one who had just wanted to slap down a palm, even the others cursed. This was truly unbelievable: When did some legendary formidable figure, supposedly fallen, come to Earth?

Outside Earth, among the "Reflecting the Heavens" level experts who had returned, many looked as if they had eaten something foul, their faces incredibly grim. The feeling was truly unbearable.

These people truly didn't know what to say. It was simply incredible; they had actually provoked another great demon on this planet!

"Fellow Daoists, do you take me for an easy target? Do you want to start a war with me?" a voice came from amidst the blue Nirvana flowers in the desert.

Outside the domain, the "Reflecting the Heavens" level experts were speechless.

They truly wanted to curse. Was this truly eight lifetimes of bad luck? Everything was going wrong. What kind of place had this desolate planet become? A casual slap could bring out a formidable person; it was simply infuriating!