Chapter 744: Mass Extinction Disaster

Uncle Ming thought of his era and the old brothers with whom he had shared life and death. All of them were gone now. He couldn't help but shed tears, his heart heavy. Nearly everyone he knew had died.

It wasn't due to their lifespans ending, but because they were killed by the Celestial Race, Underworld Race, Xilin Race, and others.

The races that had befriended Earth in the past, those acquaintances, belonged to the Earth Alliance. As the defeated side, they had suffered a bloodbath along with Earth.

Not long ago, there was an auction where items like Fire Bear hides and Black Tiger bones were sold. The Fire Bear Saint and Black Tiger Saint had been Uncle Ming's close friends. It was bad enough that they were killed; now, even in death, they found no peace, being so humiliated.

People from the Celestial Race and Underworld Race openly boasted that they would make war boots from Fire Bear hides and grind Black Tiger bones into powder for body tempering, acting utterly arrogant.

At that time, Uncle Ming swore to absolutely exact bloody revenge on both races. Now, this day had truly arrived.

"Kill!" Uncle Ming, disheveled, specifically targeted ancient Saints, seeking out the executioners of the past, unleashing a massacre.

"Chang Ming, come here and die! It's you, it's actually you! You, the defeated dog from back then, the one who slipped through our net, how dare you undermine the foundation of my race! Despicable! Kill him!"

An old Celestial Race figure roared, his eyes bloodshot. He clutched a crimson long spear, dripping with blood – the famous Bloody Sacred Spear.

This person had already become a Saint during the ancient war, considered a renowned figure with glorious battle achievements.

Back then, one of Uncle Ming's sworn quasi-Saint brothers had died by this man's hand, impaled through the brow with a spear and slain on a famous mountain on Earth.

"Old bastard, do you still have the nerve to rage? Why didn't you mention your own bloody hands and monstrous crimes back then?!" Uncle Ming's eyes were also crimson, filled with killing intent.

"The Bloody Sacred Spear! I finally see it again today! Die!" Uncle Ming roared, pouncing forward.

This man had not only killed his quasi-Saint brother but had also launched a sneak attack, wiping out everyone in a secretly established youth training camp on a certain planet. Earth's high-ranking officials had hoped to preserve seeds of hope there, but their plan was discovered, and the camp was subjected to a bloodbath. Every time Uncle Ming thought of it, his heart ached as if being twisted by a knife.

"Earth's remnant, die!" The Saint brandished the Bloody Sacred Spear. He couldn't accept that the supreme Celestial Race had been breached and its people massacred.

These were the defeated remnants of a destroyed planet from back then, and now, they had actually attacked their home. He was furious.

The Celestial Race had always been accustomed to their supreme status. They never considered the races they had annihilated. Even now, some still thought only of the Celestial Race's inviolable glory, unable to forgive or accept that these remnants were now retaliating.

"Remnant, my ass!" Uncle Ming gritted his teeth, swinging the Heavenly Dao Umbrella. It collided with the Bloody Sacred Spear, instantly unleashing a surge of yang energy.

With a crack, the legendary Sacred Artifact, the renowned Bloody Sacred Spear, cracked and then exploded in half, unable to withstand the Heavenly Dao Umbrella.

In the ensuing battle, half of the Saint's body was sliced off by Uncle Ming with the surface of the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, blood gushing out.

"Ah..." he shrieked in agony.

Originally, the Saint had expected to have few rivals among those of his rank, especially since he wielded the Bloody Sacred Spear. Yet, he met such a tragic end.

Uncle Ming lunged forward, smashing the man into two pieces with the Heavenly Dao Umbrella. He descended, stepping on the collapsed chest, and gritted his teeth, saying, "Old bastard, go on, be arrogant now! Are Celestial Race lives so precious? Are they different from ours? Open your eyes and see! The methods you once used against other races are now being exacted upon your own!"

All around, battle cries shook the heavens. Not a single person Uncle Ming had invited was soft-hearted. When they encountered a tough opponent, the group would simply swarm them and gang up.

This was because these individuals were either escapees from the black prison or ruthless mercenaries hired from the Cosmic Black Market. Like sharks sensing blood, they were driven to a killing frenzy.

"Ah, my race has long-lasting fortune and the protection of true Celestials! How can we be annihilated like this, ahhh..." The man couldn't accept it, his eyes bloodshot.

Uncle Ming kicked him apart, ensuring his violent death. Then, he shattered his divine soul with a shake of the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, leaving him no chance of resurrection.

Just like that, the group charged, confronting the old Celestial Race figures, all unleashing a massacre. The rewards for conquering the Celestial Race were simply immense.

The accumulated treasures here over hundreds of thousands to millions of years, including all sorts of rare materials and precious artifacts, surpassed what could be found on dozens or even hundreds of other races' homeworlds combined.

"Old man, I've finally caught up to you! You stole my confidante back then and tried to kill me, forcing me to flee for my life. I was supposed to be a clan heir, but I was reduced to a shadowy figure in the Cosmic Black Market. I'll slaughter you and annihilate your race!"

In the distance, another old man went berserk, fighting desperately with a Celestial Race Saint.

It was clear how many debts the Celestial Race had incurred in the past, earning immense hatred. Because they were so powerful, their people acted without restraint.

Today, it had finally erupted completely, with many old figures roaring as they sought revenge.

This was also why Uncle Ming could command such a response and invite a large number of masters: the Celestial Race had committed too many atrocities. Countless individuals harbored bitter resentment against them, and now that this once-in-a-millennium opportunity had arrived, these people naturally joined the massacre with bloodshot eyes.

"Old friend, I'll help you!" someone shouted, going to assist the roaring old Saint.

Indeed, the Celestial Race members were formidable, possessing the Celestial Breathing Technique, which made them more powerful than ordinary Saints.

However, no matter how powerful they were, they couldn't withstand sheer numbers. Furthermore, those who had launched the attack today were also ruthless individuals, some with extraordinary strength.

There were even more than just one or two peak Saints!

Another Celestial Race Saint was blasted apart, blood raining down as his divine soul let out a final, agonizing shriek.

The Celestial Race trembled that day. They could not accept this scene: all their powerful experts were being hunted down and continuously slain.

As for those of the Celestial Race at the Golden Body level, they weren't even qualified to fight; if encountered, they were simply slapped to death. It was truly tragic.

By the end of the massacre, rivers of blood flowed within the Celestial Race's Divine City. This was their primary great city and their fundamental stronghold, inhabited by direct descendants.

Yet, today was a dark and bloody one for them. The previously vast protective force field had malfunctioned, completely paralyzed by the divine magnetic stones for force fields brought by Uncle Ming.

On this day, the Celestial Race's direct lineage suffered heavy casualties. Palace after palace exploded, and Daoist temples disintegrated one after another.

Although called a Divine City, this colossal metropolis was boundless, containing many beautiful peaks and other features where experts resided. But now, mountains and rivers were drenched in blood.

"My heart aches! My Celestial Race has fallen to this point, ahhh..." Another old man roared furiously, disheveled. The moment he emerged from seclusion, he killed a master from the Cosmic Black Market.

This was because he was a peak Saint, extremely powerful; ordinary individuals were no match for him.

"I swear, I will annihilate all of you! Your families, your races will all pay a bloody price! No one has ever dared to bully my Celestial Race like this! In the past, you were all our prey! Chang Ming, where are you? Come here and die!"

He roared, in a frenzy, launching furious attacks.

"Take him down!" At that moment, top masters from the Cosmic Black Market and those who had escaped from the black prison roared, pouncing on him together.

Among Uncle Ming's group were also peak masters!

At the same time, Uncle Ming, wielding the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, also charged forward with crimson eyes, attacking directly. With this umbrella, he feared nothing.

Boom, boom, boom! In the fierce battle, a beautiful purple mountain peak exploded. The heaven-and-earth energy concentration here was astonishingly high, making it a sacred cultivation ground, but it was now shattered.

This planet was special; order runes and force fields were densely spread throughout all areas. Even when suppressed and paralyzed, they made the soil and rocks as hard as divine iron. Otherwise, the destruction would have been even more catastrophic.

The peak Saint had his chest caved in by a palm strike, and then half his body was swept away by Uncle Ming's Heavenly Dao Umbrella. Instantly, he shrieked terribly, roaring in a frenzy, fighting to the death.

Ultimately, he self-detonated. He did show some spirit, causing severe injuries to several nearby Saints.

Fortunately, Uncle Ming unfurled the Heavenly Dao Umbrella, neutralizing most of the energy.

"Brothers, there's a sacred spring here, a holy place for healing. Those injured, hurry over!" Uncle Ming shouted.

"Over here are medicinal gardens with plenty of exotic fruits, enough for everyone!" In an instant, however, the medicinal gardens were completely stripped bare. These Saints passing through were more terrifying than a swarm of locusts.

However, there was no need for squabbles or internal conflicts.

This was because the Celestial Race's homeworld had too many medicinal gardens and dense cultivation holy sites; there was truly enough for everyone.

"Retreat! Get into the Ancestral City! Don't delay, don't fight them to the death anymore!" A Celestial Race elder roared hoarsely, his heart bleeding. Today was too tragic; if this continued, the Celestial Race would be annihilated.

"Lead the direct descendants, all of you retreat! No one is to fight to the death! As long as the green mountains remain, there will always be wood to burn!" Another elder roared, clenching his fists, consumed by hatred.

Reality was cruel. When the Celestial Race was glorious, all races came to pay tribute. But now, the Great Celestial was dead, their paramount sacred treasure was gone, and they were in complete decline.

Today, they had become prey, subjected to a bloodbath by a group of frenzied old Saints. If the pursuit continued, the Celestial Race's direct lineage would soon be completely wiped out.

The Celestial Race's Ancestral City, located within this primary great city, was a city within a city. It wasn't very large but was indestructibly sturdy. Its protective force field had not been paralyzed and remained unfathomably profound.

"Hurry, flee back!" An old man roared from the city gate. He stared ahead, seeing one of his grandsons, a Golden Body-level genius, who was then trampled into a bloody pulp by a Saint's kick.

"Ah... I'll fight you to the death!" he roared, his eyes bulging, about to charge out.

"Fool! Don't be impulsive!" someone next to him pulled him back.

A renowned Celestial Race senior growled, "Damn it, the Celestial Temple has been breached! That's where our disciples cultivate enlightenment; many combat techniques and profound arts are inscribed there. It's about to fall into enemy hands!"

Today's catastrophe came too suddenly; they were completely unprepared. They hadn't had time to destroy various martial arts halls, medicinal gardens, and other resources, essentially providing aid to the enemy.

"Go, smash the Ancestral City altar, take out the Celestial Incense, and burn it for me!" an ancient Celestial Race figure roared.

"Ah, will it work?" someone asked, uncertain.

"Regardless of whether it works, do it! What if we can connect with the Celestial Palace in the chaos? Perhaps our race won't be completely annihilated. Otherwise, from today forward, the Celestial Race will cease to exist!"

At this very moment, the Xilin Race, Spirit Race, and Machine Race were also facing the same great calamity, being conquered and subjected to a bloodbath!