The locust god poison, which devoured everything but the dirt, withered under the power of the Ten Kings of the Netherworld Palace.

Daqian eradicated the locust god poison, but as a cost, they suffered casualties of over a hundred thousand. Including the soldiers previously consumed by the locust god poison, the number reaches at least two hundred thousand.

In this battle, Daqian suffered great losses.

However, in exchange for this heavy loss, the Ten Kings of the Netherworld Palace became extraordinarily powerful.

Tangible Death Qi surged from the ground like a tornado, being absorbed by ten silhouettes in the sky. Especially around Yama, where ten thousand ghosts wailed, occasionally a black dragon of Death Qi twisted and danced, with countless vengeful spirits poking their heads out within it.

On the earth lay a field of white bones, eerily resembling ancient corpses, despite the fact they had been dead for less than two hours, stripped of flesh and blood, leaving only skeletons behind.

"Attack the Southern Border."

Mu Cangsheng and Yama walked side by side, leading the Nine Kings flying towards the Southern Border.

As for the remaining Daqian army, they were of no use anymore. Witnessing hundreds of thousands of comrades reduced to bones, no matter how high the morale of the Daqian army was, it had crumbled. Now, chaos was erupting across the three armies, and the leaders were too busy appeasing the soldiers to exert the ability to command the army forward.

"Ruthless and absolute, the casualties on both sides of tens of thousands have forged the current power of the Ten Kings of the Netherworld Palace. Mu Cangsheng has poured his all into creating such a scene, and his next move is bound to be grander."

Qing Yu, witnessing the deaths and injuries of tens of thousands, couldn't help but remark.

Mu Cangsheng truly regarded lives as mere ants, and the survival of these people meant nothing to him. He merely used the deaths of these people as nourishment for the Netherworld Palace without a slight concern that some among them were his own.

Within the spatial dimension of Qing Yu's sleeve, the Doomsday Myth was already aching for action; the deaths of tens of thousands bred massive Tribulation Qi, and this newborn Tribulation Device could hardly suppress itself.

However, now was not the time to absorb Tribulation Qi.

Qing Yu suppressed the Doomsday Myth and flew with Yun Wuyue towards the Southern Border.

The true feast was only about to begin.

Mu Cangsheng and the other ten hurried along, covering the thousand-mile journey in but a moment, and soon arrived at the heartland of the Southern Border—Ancestor God Valley.

The barriers and witchcraft outside the valley posed no hindrance to the two strongest and nine Divinity Realm practitioners. The eleven charged into the Ancestor God Valley as though no one was there to stop them.

"Over three hundred years ago, I trod with my father into the Southern Border and captured a province. But back then, there were those unclear-minded folks of the worldly society dragging things back, causing that battle to fail to achieve full success in taking the Southern Border. Now..."

Mu Cangsheng spread his arms as if to embrace the earth and sky, "I have arrived."

A Nine Dragon Command Token spiraled slowly from Mu Cangsheng's chest and hovered in the air, emitting a flickering light.

"Boom—"

The grand tomb in the Ancestor God Valley shook violently, even faint roars emerged from it.

That was Xinglie's Battle Body sensing the breath of his arch-enemy, battering against the seal.

"Indeed, the people of the Southern Border are quite smart, having discovered the arrangements of the ancestors. Yet, while these arrangements may withstand external assaults, can they withstand the internal ones?"

Mu Cangsheng pressed a hand on the Nine Dragon Command Token, and the nine dragons atop instantly swirled alive, "Great Witch Sacrifice, you can't stop me."

The nine dragons instantly surged from the command token, inflating as if air had been blown into them, transforming almost immediately into nine awe-inspiring Divine Dragons.

"Roar roar roar..."

The nine dragons let out sky-shattering roars, dancing chaotically through the air, then suddenly plunged downward, submerging into the ground.

Then came a tremor, as a primordial Qi Mechanism surged up from the ground. The seal opened.

"Rumble—"

The great tomb kept on shuddering, as if an unparalleled ferocious beast was crashing below, its sinister energy formidable enough to be felt through the rock layers a hundred feet deep.

"Hahaha... Mu Cangsheng, your desire to desecrate my clan's ancestral body is nothing but a dream."

The witchcraft within the great tomb suddenly decomposed into countless Witch's Text, slithering snake-like, rushing underground, etching onto Xinglie's Battle Body just as it was about to emerge.

The next moment—

"Boom—"

The ground erupted violently, and a colossal figure ten zhang tall rose from underground. This giant, composed entirely of rock, bore six horns, eight eyes, and four arms distributed front and back, brimming with an ancient vastness.

This was Xinglie, or rather the shell of Xinglie.

The arriving Qing Yu's eyes were coated in a layer of blood light, piercing through the rock strata, seeing the location of Xinglie's Battle Body.

There, at the giant's heart, was a towering ancient silhouette more than two meters high, nearly merged with the rock.

"This is a giant formed by Earth Vein Energy; the Xinglie's Battle Body also has its limits, unable truly to absorb ten thousand years' Earth Vein Energy, thus forming this giant externally." Qing Yu said.

The seal was a one-way entry, continuously absorbing Earth Vein Energy through the millennia; who knows how much was gathered, enough that Xinglie's Battle Body overflowed, forming this ten-zhang (thirty-three meters) tall giant externally.

Yet, at this moment, the newly emerged giant stood quietly on the earth, without the previous ferocity within the seal, making no movement at all.

Its surface was writhing with countless Witch's Text, exuding a sinister, ominous Qi Mechanism.

"You think those witchcraft spells were merely to isolate inside from outside? How naive!"

The Great Witch Sacrifice slowly ascended to heaven, landing on the giant's shoulder, laughing triumphantly, "When the seal opened, the ancestral Battle Body became cursed; your Human Emperor's lineage's wishful thinking shall end today."

"Is it just delusion, or can it be known better?" Mu Cangsheng chuckled.

In the next moment, a mystical light of black and yellow emerged from the heart of the giant.

"Thump, thump, thump——"

The resounding throb was like a war drum, shaking everyone's spirits.

Xinglie's Battle Body was about to truly awaken. Five strands of Spiritual Sense converged at the heart, and the giant, much like a weathered cliff face, was slowly collapsing.

"These witchcraft curses can stop only one Human Emperor of the fifth generation, but cannot block five Human Emperors." Mu Cangsheng grinned back at the Great Witch Sacrifice.

Earlier, the other four Human Emperors went to erode Feng Jiu's Sea of Consciousness. Only the fifth generation didn't enter Feng Jiu's Sea of Consciousness due to Qing Yu blocking him with the Dragon Vein; he came to the Southern Border to test the seal.

And now, with the five awakened Human Emperors on the scene, no matter how strong the witchcraft, it couldn't stop the past five emperors of the Human Race.

"To stop a chariot with a mantis arm, ridiculous and overconfident. Great Witch Sacrifice, my opponent has never been you, anyway."

Mu Cangsheng's eyes turned to the side.

There, a towering figure wielding a sword approached, walking on air.

"Sword God—" Mu Cangsheng pronounced the name solemnly.

Back at the Shu Province border, even when Mu Cangsheng combined forces with Yama, they could only stall the Sword God. Until today, he and Yama both made progress, especially Yama, who absorbed the Death Qi of tens of thousands from before and shared some with the Nine Kings, boosting his own strength significantly.

But the Sword God, his strength had improved even more significantly than before.

If in the previous battle, they stopped the Sword God without injuries, now they couldn't guarantee the same.

After retreating into seclusion, the Sword God's Sword Intent and edge had grown far more terrifying than before.

Glancing at the still-slowly crumbling giant, the Sword God spoke to Mu Cangsheng, "An extraordinary means. The Southern Border's Great Witch Sacrifice is also no ordinary person, but under your scheming, he still achieved nothing meaningful.

But trying to use Xinglie's Battle Body, that takes time, doesn't it? Can you buy that time from under my sword?"

Once spoken, the Sword God's blade scratched the air with a piercing screech, as though rubbing against something invisible.

"One Strike Cremation."

The Blade Energy surged forth, a pitch-black sword mark spread through the air, with blazing flames raging on each side. It was as if an invisible space served as the grindstone, fashioning flames that shouldn't exist.

This strike wasn't judged by its sharpness, but rather by its simple, blunt Sword Force, carving out a mark in space itself.

Just from this strike, Mu Cangsheng wasn't entirely confident he could withstand it. The Sword God's progress was even greater than imagined.

"Reincarnation."

The response to this strike was utterly unexpected. The Ten Kings each took their positions, forming a Great Formation with Yama at the core. Yama reached out and summoned a deep whirlpool, blocking the Sword Force.

The Sword Force was thus absorbed into the whirlpool, and then······

"Clang——"

A crisp clang of metal echoed from not far away. Then, a red flame ignited at the giant's heart position, with a sword mark dividing the flame in two.

The Sword God's Sword Force had been redirected to the giant's heart position.

Simultaneously, ten Senluo Palaces materialized above the Ten Kings' heads, their Qi Mechanism converging into a single line, exuding an ancient and heavy aura of deathly majesty.

"One must never underestimate the Sword God."

Yama's gaze pierced through the bead curtain to the Sword God, "These Senluo Ten Palaces are specifically prepared for you, the Sword God."

The Senluo Ten Palaces united as one, dense with death, transforming the Death Qi into ghostly dragons, soaring and dancing.

A Great Formation of the Netherworld Palace composed of nine Divinity Realm warriors and one Supreme, this was the lavish gift prepared for the Sword God.

"But what if you add in a poor Daoist like myself?"

A voice as thin as flowing mist whispered in his ears, but faster than the sound was a scarlet sword light.

Unexpectedly, and with unknown means, a Supreme had already approached behind Mu Cangsheng, the sword light already penetrating his body.

"Pff——"

"Clang——"

The former was the sound of a sword tip penetrating, the latter was the sound of a large golden hand clasping the sword edge.

Doomsday Myth was grabbed by a single hand, and remarkably, that hand bore no sign of injury.

"This truly is······"

Qing Yu looked in slight bewilderment at the owner of that large hand, "somewhat astonishing!"

"It's both astonishment and delight."

Five voices spoke as one, "We meet again, Daoist of the later generations."

The hand clutching the Doomsday Myth belonged to Xinglie's Battle Body, now wielded by the hands of the five Human Emperors.

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