Chapter 745: This Big Deal Shocks the Universe

Inside the First Giant City of the Heavenly God Race, the inner city, also known as the Ancestral City, was filled with cries of anguish. This was an unprecedented catastrophe for them.

The altar at the heart of the Ancestral City had been shattered, and a saint cautiously retrieved a stone box from within. It was adorned with intricate patterns and bore the clear mark of a blade.

"Quickly, open it and light it!" urged a peak saint.

The situation was critical. The Ancestral City’s energy field was remarkably strong, said to be capable of fending off attacks from "Reflecting on the Heavens" level powerhouses. Yet, with disaster looming, no one knew what might happen. If an ancient monster, perhaps even one of the top ten, were to exploit the chaos, serious trouble would undoubtedly erupt.

A yellowish-brown incense stick was carefully removed. It wasn't particularly remarkable, just over a foot long, and had clearly been burned before, leaving only a remnant.

"Ancestral sacrifice! Summon the Heavenly Gods!" an esteemed elder bellowed, personally overseeing the ritual. At this point, they had no other choice but to try anything, even if it seemed like a futile effort.

Legend had it that the ancestors of the Heavenly God Race originated from chaos, making this their second home. Their true ancestral land, it was said, was incomparably vast and prosperous, teeming with experts. In that chaotic realm, there was a Supreme Heavenly God Palace, presided over by true gods who looked down upon all creation.

Relatively speaking, the ancestors of the Heavenly God Race in this universe were merely outstanding scions of their clan from the chaos. They ventured into this starfield for training, eventually settling here and founding this family.

It was said that the broken universe within the chaos was boundless, dozens of times larger than this universe, and filled with surging yang energy, intensely hot for those from this realm. Furthermore, it was home to primeval gods and devils, giant beasts from the dawn of creation, and various dangerous creatures that roamed its ruins and through the chaos, making it incredibly perilous. Ordinary individuals could not possibly survive there.

That chaotic, broken universe, permeated with chaotic energy, was inhabited only by the most powerful Dao lineages and beings who considered themselves gods. These great powers had their own domains, such as the Chaos God and Devil Palace, Amitabha Temple, and Banished Immortal Cave, all formidable and transcendent forces. Even "Reflecting on the Heavens" level powerhouses entering the chaotic universe would face a nine-in-ten chance of death if they blundered. Over the years, more than half of those who ventured in had perished.

Such stories were mere legends in this universe; even the Heavenly God Race themselves somewhat doubted that their ancestors were merely descendants of some transcendent power. However, the clan elders had indeed affirmed it. Now, they had no choice but to believe. Lighting this Heavenly God Incense, rumored to be as ancient as the Heavenly God Blade itself, was said to have been brought from the Heavenly God Palace in chaos. If the clan faced a great catastrophe, a moment of life and death, lighting it might save them.

Wisps of smoke ascended, completely odorless, for this was not true smoke but a form of energy—an aura that made even the saints present tremble and eventually brought them all to their knees.

"We kowtow to our progenitor! Please, divine beings from the Heavenly God Palace, descend and rescue our clan from calamity! Your descendants face annihilation!" A trembling old saint prayed here, and others quickly joined in.

Finally, this energy vibrated, transforming into symbols of order that shook everyone present. Even peak saints were pressed down, unable to move, prostrating themselves on the ground, their souls trembling. In an instant, the incense stick burned down by almost half, incredibly fast, then extinguished. The burnt portion transformed into a dazzling golden light that pierced through the energy field's light curtain, tore through the sky, penetrated the universe, and then surged towards the chaos. This was a terrifying symbol of order, traversing the star sea, carving its own wormhole, and breaking free from the galaxy's constraints, truly leaving this universe!

"Kill!""Destroy the Heavenly God Race! Over the years, they've bloodbathed not a hundred, but at least eighty planets, and exterminated countless races! To obtain divine beast martial arts, such as the Kunpeng True Form Diagram, they massacred everyone on our planet just to silence us, simply because we accidentally learned their intentions!"

A group of old saints, none of them benevolent, all ruthless characters, furiously assaulted the Ancestral City. Immediately, some threw terrifying secret treasures, employing every means at their disposal. Additionally, some individuals teamed up to summon stars from beyond the heavens. In an instant, a world-destroying scene erupted. The summoned stars were refined and continuously compressed, but their speed didn't diminish as they slammed into the Heavenly God Race's Ancestral City.

A massive explosion occurred here!

Unfortunately, this planet was too unique. Even if the giant city's energy field was paralyzed, there were still terrifying forces of order in the sky and within the Ancestral City. Consequently, those stars were refined, shattered, and utterly annihilated! For many races, this was an apocalyptic war. Any other race would have been wiped out a hundred times over, but here, it was futile!

Uncle Ming shouted, "Brothers, something's wrong! A beam of light just shot out of the Heavenly God Race's Ancestral City into the universe. That must be a distress signal! We need to leave!"

Retreating just like that? Many were unwilling. Some held even deeper animosity towards the Heavenly God Race than Uncle Ming. Among them were saints whose clans had been annihilated, eager to destroy the Ancestral City and massacre its inhabitants. There were also ruthless individuals, like those from the cosmic black market, driven by pure profit. They were frenzied for the Heavenly God Race's treasury, fighting more fiercely than anyone else, and truly didn't want to retreat now. Some ambitious powerhouses even hoped to seize the Heavenly God Race's breathing technique and embark on the path of transcendence.

However, despite their continuous attacks, they could not destroy the Heavenly God Race's Ancestral City.

"You lowly commoners from inferior planets, once our defeated subordinates, merely our prey in those days! One day, we will once again descend upon your ancestral lands and wipe you clean!" An old woman inside the Ancestral City howled, her eyes bloodshot, for she saw the corpses of her grandchildren, all trampled to death, none having escaped into the Ancestral City.

*Boom!*

The response to her was a dozen Saint-level purple crystal lightning bolts, striking the protective barrier above the city gate tower, making it blindingly bright and its energy boil. The lightning bolts continuously impacted the energy field symbols emanating from the Ancestral City.

"Heavenly God Race, you are like grasshoppers after autumn, you won't live for many more days! You still dream of rising again, giving orders, ruling the world? Dream on! If we can't conquer the Ancestral City today, others will open it eventually. Just wait for your annihilation!" someone shouted, their voice cold and bloodthirsty. As they spoke, they casually killed hundreds of unresisting Heavenly God Race juniors with a single palm strike.

"Ah..." A group of people in the Ancestral City roared.

At the same time, an old Heavenly God Race saint directly slapped the old woman, causing her to shriek and lose most of her teeth. "How dare you spout nonsense at a time like this?! Our children and many clansmen are still outside the city! Do you want to die?!" The old saint, still enraged, kicked the sub-saint level old woman, breaking her bones and nearly killing her. Outside the city, the group's fierce assault continued, but it remained ineffective.

Uncle Ming said, "Everyone, we really should go. Not to mention the reinforcements the Heavenly God Race is calling, simply if news of this leaks, the top ten might also come for a visit, perhaps even bringing their sect-suppressing weapons to loot. At that point, we could be victims of a 'black-on-black' attack!"

This group didn't know that the Heavenly God Race was summoning their kin from the Heavenly God Palace in the chaos, but they did know that if the top ten learned of the situation here, they might indeed come with ultimate weapons to break in and take advantage. In such a scenario, their own situation would be very dire, potentially being killed under a "legitimate" pretext! The top ten had stood for so many years, none of them were pure; regardless of whether they displayed benevolence or ruthlessness externally, there was always a scent of blood behind them.

"Let's go! As agreed, we'll go to the Xilin Race, Spirit Race, and other places to help our old brothers loot!" Uncle Ming rallied them.

Of course, before leaving, these old saints truly looted with all their might. Wherever they went, nothing was left behind. The Heavenly God Race's ancestral planet had numerous famous mountains and great rivers. In a short time, all the medicinal fields were bare, and someone joyfully cried out, having unearthed a divine medicine! Not all divine medicines and divine trees were within the Ancestral City! All the sacred spring eyes in the famous mountains were dug up. That kind of spiritual liquid could nourish a saint's body and aid their cultivation. As a result, many saints obtained sacred pools and were overjoyed.

Uncle Ming also had great gains. He and others copied down the Heavenly God Palace's martial arts and then seized a divine medicine, consuming it on the spot without a word. In fact, everyone did the same—eating divine medicines immediately to prevent others from eyeing them, which could lead to internal strife and bloody battles. However, divine medicines were ultimately rare resources. Even a powerful race like the Heavenly God Race had only a few, and specifically, only four were scattered outside the Ancestral City, which were then divided among them. Nevertheless, everyone else was also very satisfied, having acquired abundant saint-level crafting materials, sacred pool treasures that could aid their advancement, and secret techniques from the martial arts hall.

Everyone wore smiles; their gains were immense. Uncle Ming was not stingy, sharing the Heavenly God Palace's unique skills with everyone. Others also brought out the scriptures they had found, combining them so that everyone received a copy. They even managed to piece together parts of the Heavenly God Race's breathing technique! Unfortunately, it only went up to the Golden Body level; details for saint-level and above were missing. These were the core foundation of the Heavenly God Race's teachings, their greatest secret, and the ultimate breathing technique was inside the Ancestral City!

However, this was enough. They found many other saint-level martial arts in stone walls and cave dwellings within the famous mountains and rivers. Over the years, the Heavenly God Race had annihilated too many races, acquiring so many unique skills that they couldn't possibly practice them all. Some beast-skin books displayed in their cave dwellings were even buried under dust.

"Haha, I'm satisfied! The gains are too great; I won't need to search for resources for thousands of years, it's enough for my cultivation!"

"Indeed! The Heavenly God Race's breathing technique has never circulated outside, but now we have parts of it! Although it might not suit us directly, for our descendants, it's a priceless scripture, an unbeatable heavenly book, capable of laying the strongest foundation!"

"Let's go, support our brothers at the Xilin Race and Spirit Race!"

Then, the entire group fled, stepping into the large energy field at the Heavenly God Race's location that could open wormholes, and vanished together! Behind them, ruins lay one after another, blood flowed freely. Not only was the First Giant City destroyed, but other important cities as well. In the end, Uncle Ming was still too soft-hearted; he did not massacre the ordinary people. However, he showed no mercy to the Heavenly God Race evolutionaries who dared to resist, especially the direct descendants, sweeping them away in droves. Regrettably, more than half of the Heavenly God Race's direct descendants had rushed into the Ancestral City, escaping the great calamity.

Before leaving, Uncle Ming bellowed, "Heavenly God Race, those of you who remain, cling to your last breath! We leave you for our descendants. From now on, this place will be their hunting ground, a place for them to hunt when they have nothing else to do!"

At this moment, within the Ancestral City, the surviving Heavenly God Race members' faces were ashen. Each was consumed by furious hatred, their lungs about to burst with rage. They simply could not swallow this humiliation. For so many years, they had been the ones hunting other races. From this day forward, was everything about to change?!

Xilin Star, a powerful life planet, also had order runes that suppressed flight for low-level beings. Today, the situation here was terrifying; the battle shook the heavens. The Xilin Race was being forced to retreat step by step, blood flowing like rivers, because two or three peak saints led the opposing forces. When Uncle Ming and his group arrived, the battle was already nearing its end. At the last moment, the Ninth Under the Stars fled. He was highly perceptive, knowing that the battle on Earth had concluded and fearing that the Saint Master would come to settle scores with him! His escape signified the definitive end of the battle here! In fact, all the Xilin Race saints, along with a large number of their direct descendants, began to flee, abandoning the planet.

"We have already established a second home; we were prepared, do not panic!" A Xilin Race elder coldly addressed the direct descendants on a saint-level great ship, urging them not to be flustered. On this day, the Xilin Race abandoned this planet and fled completely. The attacking saints gained a considerable amount, but it was nothing compared to what those who attacked the Heavenly God Race's home planet acquired. Xilin Star was bleeding; all its famous mountains, great rivers, and blessed lands within the giant cities were completely plundered, not a single herb left.

"Everyone, attack the Spirit Race!" Uncle Ming called out. The group immediately moved to the Spirit Race's territory, where they showed no mercy in their slaughter. However, everyone was eventually startled and forced to retreat. This was because the Spirit Race had retreated into their Ancestral City and were performing a ritual, attempting to summon their ancient ancestor. Although the Spirit Ancestor had died, a "Reflecting on the Heavens" level expert of their race was still alive: the terrifying being who once wielded the Blood-Transforming Banner of the Divine Spirit. In the past, even the top ten had feared him, jointly seizing his weapon, forcibly disassembling it, and severely wounding him, almost destroying his soul.

For years, he had been in a state of suspended animation, and outsiders didn't know where he slumbered in the ancient lands of the universe. He dared not stay within his clan, fearing surveillance by the top ten. Their sacrificial prayers were unconcealed; even outsiders could clearly hear and understand what they intended to do. Who wouldn't be worried or scared? Since the place had already been looted, and everything movable had been taken, the group decisively retreated, choosing not to attack their Ancestral City.

The Mechanical Race followed a similar pattern. This race actually had an ancestor named Primal Adamantine, but he was decayed, his body divided into five parts and buried in five mysterious cosmic mother lode mines, awaiting resurrection. On this day, the Mechanical Race suffered devastating attacks, frantically calling for Primal Adamantine to return.

"How are these races all so eerie, each with such a backup plan?!" After looting, the group decisively fled, sensing something was amiss. After they left, a metal severed hand flew over and struck the void. Unfortunately, its spirit had not returned, so only a hand descended to suppress.

"Everyone, there's one place we haven't been: the Underworld Race. Unfortunately, their old ancestor is still alive, but there might still be a chance. The Underworld Race's old ancestor is on Earth!"

"Let's use the time difference and pull off something big!" Earlier, they hadn't touched the Underworld Race out of concern for their ancestor, but now they considered risking it.

"No need to fear, the Saint Master is here, carrying the Demon Ancestor's Cauldron! Let's go!" On the way, Uncle Ming looked joyful; he had contacted the Saint Master and learned the latest situation.

"Kill!"

Finally, several groups merged, descending upon a black-mist-shrouded planet, initiating a massacre far stronger than any single earlier allied force. This was because the combined forces were numerous enough! Heavens collapsed, earth shattered; some ancient cities of the Underworld Race, though incredibly sturdy, were immediately blasted open. This battle was initially fierce, but later became one-sided; the attackers furiously charged, leaving Underworld Race experts lying dead everywhere, countless casualties.

"How dare you!" The Underworld Race's old ancestor returned. He had suffered greatly on Earth, and even his bone dragon mount was dead. He hadn't expected to find anomalies from afar as he rushed back to his star system.

*Boom!*

However, what awaited him was a large cauldron! It smashed directly out of the void, nearly shattering the Underworld Ancestor and immediately blasting apart one of his arms. Then, stars aligned, forming an energy field, blocking his path.

"Yichen, you dare ambush me?!" The old Underworld Race monster was shocked and enraged, feeling utterly humiliated to be pursued and attacked here after suffering a great loss outside Earth. "Fellow Daoists, come quickly, let's annihilate these remnants of Earth together!" He roared, sending out a telepathic message, attempting to summon allies.

"Kill..." On the Underworld Race's home planet, blood flowed like rivers, battle cries shook the heavens, the scene incredibly tragic. Then, everyone plundered extensively, nearly emptying the place.

Soon after, the Saint Master warned them to leave immediately, fearing the arrival of other "Reflecting on the Heavens" level experts. If they were trapped, everyone would be in danger.

"Old brothers, let's go! Welcome to Earth as guests!" Uncle Ming shouted, and everyone fled, each faster than the last. The Underworld Race was completely emptied.

"Ah..." The Underworld Ancestor roared in outer space, trapped and unable to move, facing mortal danger. However, the Saint Master sensed danger: the closest "Reflecting on the Heavens" level expert was arriving soon. He felt some regret, unable to kill the Underworld Race ancestor, but he had to hold the line here, blocking these two. Otherwise, many of the saints who participated in the action today might die.

On this day, Uncle Ming and his group made a triumphant retreat!

On Earth, Uncle Ming smiled broadly, unable to close his mouth. At this moment, he was waiting to hold a press conference in outer space. Unfortunately, the interstellar networks in the Heavenly God Race, Spirit Race, and Mechanical Race areas were cut off, so the outside world was currently unaware, and the news hadn't spread!

"Uncle Ming, what are you planning to say later?" Chu Feng asked.

Uncle Ming stated that he would take responsibility for these incidents.

Chu Feng was speechless, noting that this was quickly becoming Earth's unique style.