Chapter 743: Bloodbath on the Heavenly God's Clan Homeworld

Even a sip of cold water would get stuck in their teeth, and an ice pop could pierce their hearts. They felt utterly cursed, with everything going wrong – that was their most immediate realization today.

Was this still the ancient, crippled Earth? Was it truly a desolate place? The Reflection-level powerhouses from beyond Earth were practically spitting blood; this experience left their faces as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Time and again, there were "surprises"!

Currently, the most uneasy and awkward figure was naturally the elder An Sheng, who had just attacked. His palm print remained frozen in place, unretracted, leaving him in an impossible predicament.

Though inwardly he wanted to curse, he maintained a smile and said, "Fellow Daoist, you are too gracious. There's no need for you to go to such lengths to welcome me. I merely disturbed your peaceful cultivation by accident. This old man will withdraw now."

"Then please atone," a gentle voice emanated from the swaying blue Other Shore Flower in the desert.

"What?!" An Sheng's voice rose. Earlier, when the other party had said, "Please forgive me for not coming out to meet you, and please atone," he had thought he misheard, believing they meant "forgive."

He had not expected this being truly wanted him to atone. It was indeed the legendary Flower of Death!

"This old man apologizes to you, Fellow Daoist, and bids farewell now." His palm rapidly retracted, about to vanish from the spot.

However, a rustling sound arose as the blue Other Shore Flower bloomed, shrouded in mist that cast the very sun in a brilliant blue hue. A thick blue fog enveloped the area, ensnaring his hand.

"Come out, get... out!" From beyond the domain, An Sheng, the Reflection-level powerhouse, tugged fiercely at his hand. He felt immensely frustrated, as if he had tried to catch a fish by hand only to be bitten by an old snapping turtle that refused to let go.

"Fellow Daoist, let's discuss this reasonably. Could you allow this old man to withdraw his hand first?" An Sheng pleaded, lowering his stance.

The other Reflection-level powerhouses who had accompanied him were speechless. They then simultaneously reacted by rapidly retreating, unwilling to get entangled in the mess.

The blue Other Shore Flower swayed below, offering no response. It locked onto An Sheng, preventing him from withdrawing his hand. Even more terrifying, it had sealed a portion of his soul energy within that arm.

If it were merely flesh and blood, An Sheng would have abandoned it without a second thought, humiliation notwithstanding. But a missing piece of his soul would be far more severe, equivalent to a major injury.

"When this old man explored the ruins, I discovered a furnace of Nine-Revolution Golden Elixirs. Although most have been consumed, there are still some remaining, which I offer to you, Fellow Daoist, as a greeting gift."

"You are welcome to return and discuss the Dao next time, Fellow Daoist. It was a pleasure meeting you," the Other Shore Flower said, sounding very polite.

With a whoosh, An Sheng withdrew his hand, a stiff smile plastered on his face. Had it been anyone else, he would have fought without hesitation. But this was the legendary Other Shore Flower, an ancient demon whose infamous reputation in the past was too great for many to dare provoke.

It was said that before its demise, it had dragged several adversaries along with it. This was a ruthless entity that, once enraged, would even self-destruct.

Who could have imagined that this ancient demon was still alive and seemingly rooted on Earth? Indeed, few dared to confront it directly.

It was even rumored that descendants of Chaos Demonic Gods from a fragmented universe had once battled the Other Shore Flower, only to be utterly annihilated by it!

"Damn it!" An Sheng muttered to himself. He would rather take a blow from a door plank than make an enemy of such an ancient demon.

He was confident he could survive a blow from that woman's door plank, provided he wasn't hit repeatedly. However, entanglement with the Other Shore Flower would surely lead to a grim end; it wasn't called the Flower of Death for nothing.

"Fellow Daoist, I shall take my leave!" An Sheng turned and fled, too mortified to remain.

Nearby, some Reflection-level acquaintances ribbed him, saying, "Old An, are you leaving already? Weren't you planning to vent your frustration here?"

"Life is so beautiful, yet you are so irritable. Your cultivation level is too low; you do not grasp its true essence. This old man is departing. There is still hope in this world, still aspiration, still poetry and distant horizons. I'm off!"

He ran, vanishing in an instant.

Everyone was speechless.

In fact, the conflict on Earth had thoroughly concluded, and the other great powers had also fled. There was no longer any reason to remain.

A mere tap on the desert could summon an Other Shore Flower. If one were to strike Mount Tai with a palm or punch Dragon Tiger Mountain with a fist, who knew what other beings might emerge.

The waters of Earth were too deep, unnerving everyone.

Of course, they secretly believed that Earth couldn't possibly harbor any more recuperating monsters; it was inconceivable for there to be so many transients.

However, the beings they had already encountered were enough to make them wary; they had had enough. This place was no longer viable for conflict.

A single planet with four Reflection-level powerhouses stationed there – what did that even mean? Not even the last-ranked Heavenly God Race among the top ten could compare, especially considering a Great Heavenly God had been killed in a solo encounter.

Since Earth could not be conquered in a single battle, retreating was the wisest course of action.

They also had foundations and origins; if they were cornered or their descendants were annihilated, their homeworld would certainly not be safe.

At that moment, the starry sky erupted in chaos. The major platforms were like boiling water in a bronze cauldron, filled with clamor and uproar.

Everyone was stunned. A single planet housing four Reflection-level beings—regardless of whether they were native or not, these four formidable figures now truly resided there. Who dared to defy them?

"If anyone is dissatisfied, go and fight them; let me see! Did you not see that old man who cherished poetry and distant lands? He fled the moment he saw the Other Shore Flower!"

"Earth... has truly risen! Given time, it will enter the top ten!"

Even some ancient monsters sighed. No one had anticipated a fourth great power emerging from that ancient planet!

The situation was supposed to calm down, yet after Yao Yao's grandfather and the mysterious woman, another formidable figure appeared, leaving all the old-timers speechless.

At this time, people were keen to see how high Earth's ranking would soar.

"We have decided to adjust Earth's ranking upwards. We unanimously agree that it can be positioned, at minimum, within the tenth to thirteenth range."

The Black Blood Coliseum made this adjustment.

"We believe Earth might return to eleventh place, or even tenth, though at worst, it will be twelfth," the Heaven-Connecting Wormhole Company also announced its revised assessment.

However, many cultivators from various cosmic races disagreed. Since the appearance of the fourth great power on Earth, people felt the situation was too profound to fully comprehend.

Many believed the Heavenly God Race was finished and could be entirely supplanted by Earth, especially since their high-end combat power had been decimated!

"Ladies and gentlemen, our assessment is based on a long-term perspective and a strategic view of sustainable development," explained a representative from the Black Blood platform.

They argued that among Earth's four great powers, only the Saint Master was truly dependable. The other three were either eccentric or mere transients who could vanish at any moment.

Furthermore, in the long run, Earth would not have suitable successors for a considerable period. In contrast, the Heavenly God Race and the Netherworld Race possessed profound foundations, and new Reflection-level powerhouses might emerge from them soon!

Moreover, the Heavenly God Race's ultimate weapon had flown into the chaos, where the legendary Heavenly God Palace might reside. If one or two mysterious powerhouses were to emerge from there, it would be truly unimaginable!

The Heaven-Connecting Wormhole Company offered a similar explanation: in the long term, the Heavenly God Race and the Netherworld Race would rise again, possessing immense potential.

Prior to this, some had worried that with the destruction of the top echelons of both races, their territories would be carved up by other major forces. However, ever since the Heavenly God Blade flew into the chaos, it instilled caution in all parties.

Legends had long claimed that the ancestors of the Heavenly God Race originated from a fragmented universe within the chaos. Now, it seemed highly likely to be true!

"As long as the Heavenly God Race's homeworld remains unconquered, they can still rise to become cosmic overlords. The Heavenly God Breathing Technique is no mere boast; its power is infinite, even ranking among the top six in this universe. Their decline in the past was linked to the War of the Chaotic God Sea!"

The spokesperson for the Heaven-Connecting Wormhole Company stated.

In fact, while these assessments were being made, Uncle Ming and his companions were already on a rampage, striking forcefully and sweeping through the homeworlds of several major races, raging with bloodlust.

The outside world was completely unaware, as the intergalactic network had been severed!

The Heavenly God Race's homeworld was exceptionally unique; even those at the Golden Body level found it challenging to fly or burrow, though it posed no issue for Saints.

This planet was incredibly powerful, densely covered with order runes that severely suppressed cultivators!

Naturally, this also served as intense training for cultivation, which was one reason the Heavenly God Race was extraordinarily powerful.

At this moment, within the largest divine city on the Heavenly God Race's homeworld, battle cries shook the heavens. A group of elder Saints had gone berserk, various saint artifacts flying as they blasted open one palace after another.

Undoubtedly, the city possessed terrifying domain runes and rules of order.

However, Uncle Ming was fully prepared. He had conferred with the Saint Master and brought an immense quantity of divine magnet stones, which the Saint Master had provided, all serving as ready-made domain arrays!

As Uncle Ming unleashed them, the domain arrays caused a heavenly shock, engulfing the front and paralyzing the Heavenly God Race's divine city!

Otherwise, even a large group of Saints might not have been able to conquer this place. Even without a Great Heavenly God presiding and having lost its sect-protecting weapon, it was not a stronghold that Saints could breach.

But now, everything was rewritten. The domain arrays the Saint Master left for Uncle Ming possessed immense power, having been specifically inscribed in advance to counter the Heavenly God Race.

For countless ages, the Saint Master had yearned for revenge, longing to invade the Heavenly God Race, the Netherworld Race, and other territories. Thus, he had thoroughly researched their protective grand formations and other defenses!

Now the time for retribution had arrived. A group of elder Saints, like tigers unleashed among sheep, were utterly devastating the Heavenly God Race!

"You little brat, I actually found you! Weren't you arrogant, relying on your status as a direct descendant of the Heavenly God Race, attempting to take my grandson as a servant and crippling him at the slightest resistance? Today, this old man will annihilate you, you scoundrel!"

In a plaza, an old man seized a young Heavenly God Race powerhouse and, with a squish, instantly crushed him.

"That's not enough! There were five or six of you brats back then; all of you must die for me!" The elder Saint declared, still searching.

Another elder roared, "You old scoundrel of the Heavenly God Race, why are you fleeing? Surrender your life; come and face your death! Back then, merely over a trivial argument, you had me thrown into the cosmic black prison. How utterly tyrannical you were! Now your grandpa is free; get over here!"

There were many Heavenly God Race experts, but even more elder Saints arrived today. Aside from those Uncle Ming released from the cosmic black prison, many powerhouses also called upon their friends, bringing an overwhelming number of allies.

The most crucial factor, however, was their cooperation with the cosmic black market, from which they brought in a host of ruthless old figures who prioritized profit above all else. With the Great Heavenly God dead and the Heavenly God Blade vanished into the chaos, what did they have to fear? They simply regarded the Heavenly God Race as a delectable, plump piece of meat.

"Kill them, don't let a single Saint escape!"

"Heavenly God Race, your demise is imminent! Esteemed brethren, your rewards are at hand; press on with the slaughter!"

On the Heavenly God Race homeworld, battle cries reverberated through the heavens, and their divine city was utterly destroyed in the massive conflict.

"Heavens, Heaven has abandoned our Heavenly God Race! How could this happen?!" roared a veteran Saint, his hair bristling with rage, smoke practically fuming from his orifices, consumed by vexation and grief.

But it was to no avail. A coalition of Saints, all of them ruthless figures, showed no mercy, striking with deadly intent!

"The Heavenly Dao is unjust! Our Heavenly God Race was born with the great fortunes of heaven and earth; how could we be reduced to such a state?" an ancient being shrieked, his hair bristling with fury as he desperately fought Uncle Ming and his companions, roaring, "You remnant, Chang Ming, you deserve to die! It was you who led this attack; I will ensure you perish as well!"

"Stop dreaming! Your grandpa is here to annihilate you all!" Uncle Ming bellowed. Stealthily, he launched the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, borrowed from Young Lady Xi, directly at them.

A blood mist erupted as a renowned figure of the Heavenly God Race was utterly annihilated.

Uncle Ming, tears streaming down his face, roared to the sky, "My old brothers, do you see? This day has truly arrived, and so quickly! I have come to avenge you all!"