"Senior, what are you doing?" Xiao Wenbing asked tentatively.
The Ancestor of Dark Gods coldly said, "Boy, keep your eight thousand divine swords safe, I will come back to take them later."
"Huh? You don't want it now?" Xiao Wenbing tried his best to persuade him to stay.
If this Ancestor of the Dark Gods were to escape, who knows what trouble it would cause? But clearly, this time the Ancestor of the Dark Gods is determined to get rid of Xiao Wenbing and is not giving him any chance at all.
"Haha..." With a burst of wild laughter, Xiao Wenbing and the others finally lost all traces of the Dark God's Ancestral Land.
Quietly, the scene fell silent. Whether it was the Four Kings of the Underworld or the gods of the Divine Realm, Wu Ling's expression was solemn.
Such an ending was undoubtedly something no one wanted to see. The thought of the bloodshed that old man might unleash in the future weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
The Dragon King sighed deeply and said, "Alas, if we had known this would happen, we would not have come."
Phoenix Queen shook her head slightly and said, "Even if we hadn't come today, this person would surely have a day when he could escape."
The giant snake emerged hesitantly and asked, "Lord Xiao, what do we do now?"
"What should we do?" Xiao Wenbing glared at it, thought for a moment, and said, "The only solution now is to ask the Lonely God or the Turtle God for help."
"Will they be willing to take action?"
“I…wait?” Xiao Wenbing suddenly stopped talking and looked at the pile of rubble.
Everyone noticed something amiss and followed his gaze. Suddenly, a series of flashing lights emanated from the pile of rubble, and within those lights appeared a massive figure.
As the figure appeared, a loud snoring sound reached everyone's ears.
"Old Turtle?" Xiao Wenbing was overjoyed. How did this old guy appear?
A figure emerged from the sleeping old tortoise's head—it was the tortoise shell that had become a god. He smiled and greeted Xiao Wenbing, then kicked the old tortoise hard in the head, saying, "Master, wake up..."
The old tortoise yawned, looked up, and opened its eyes wide, asking, "Old friend, what's up now?"
Suddenly, a faint call came from under the old tortoise: "Lazy tortoise, get up, you're crushing me."
Xiao Wenbing was overjoyed and immediately shouted, "Senior, the one beneath you is the Ancestor of the Dark Gods! Quickly cut him down..."
The old tortoise was startled. It looked around and finally came to its senses. It laughed and said, "So that's how it is."
It slowly got up, and sure enough, beneath it lay a wisp of black smoke, flattened like a sheet of paper. After the tortoise god departed, the black smoke wriggled a few times and then transformed into the body of the Dark God Ancestor.
"Old tortoises, didn't you leave this world? Why are you still here?" the Ancestor of Dark Gods roared.
“This isn’t my fault,” the old tortoise said innocently. “Those guys agreed to leave, but they said they would leave one person behind to watch over you and prevent you from destroying this world. So they deliberately left while I was sleeping and left a mark on me. As soon as you escape, I will be teleported here.”
"You...you idiot!" the Ancestor of Dark Gods said angrily.
"Hehe." The old tortoise chuckled twice and said, "Old friend, I'm tired again."
"If you're tired, why don't you go to sleep?"
"Yes, but I must seal you away before I go to sleep."
"Ah? No..." The Ancestor of Dark Gods roared and fled as the wind.
However, his magical power was already extremely weak. He was no match for the Turtle God. With a wave of its hand, the Turtle God sealed him back into the pile of rubble.
"You damn turtle, once I get out of here, I'm definitely going to stew you..."
The old tortoise pointed, and the pile of rubble began to coalesce, gradually reappearing as a tall altar. As the altar took shape, the voice of the Ancestor of Dark Gods grew softer and softer, until it finally disappeared.
Xiao Wenbing stepped forward with a smile, bowed to the old tortoise, and said, "Senior, you are truly skilled. You even easily defeated this Ancestor of the Dark Gods."
The old tortoise chuckled and said, "You're not bad either, kid. You actually weakened him to this extent. That's quite impressive." He glanced at Xiao Wenbing and suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "Huh? You actually forged the Eight Thousand Divine Swords. That's remarkable!"
Xiao Wenbing's face flushed slightly. He said, "It's not even ten thousand yet, it's nothing."
The Turtle God snorted and said, "Ten thousand. If you really forge ten thousand divine swords, then even I might not be your match."
"You flatter me, senior." Xiao Wenbing smiled awkwardly and said, "The Myriad Swords Technique becomes increasingly difficult to cultivate as you progress. I really don't know how long it would take me to condense ten thousand divine swords."
“That’s true.” The Turtle God thought for a moment and said, “Unless you can absorb the divine power accumulated over countless billions of years in the God Realm, it is indeed very unlikely that you can forge the last two thousand divine swords.”
Xiao Wenbing's eyes lit up. He asked urgently, "Senior, what did you just say? Divine power from the God Realm?"
“Yes, the God Realm has accumulated boundless divine power over countless billions of years. If you absorb this divine power, it might be able to replenish your last two thousand divine swords.” The old tortoise yawned and said, “However, there are too many gods in the God Realm. It is impossible for you to absorb so much divine power by yourself.”
Xiao Wenbing remained silent, yet countless thoughts raced through his mind like a fleeting dream.
The Turtle God did not stay there for long, nor did he speak with the four races of the Underworld. He simply yawned again, broke through space, and left.
Xiao Wenbing silently bid farewell to the giant who had recovered his strength with the help of the peaches of immortality, and left the forbidden area with the rest of the group.
Along the way, Zhang and Feng withdrew the Chaos Wall they had set up and separated from the four races of the Underworld, arriving at the Heavenly Thunder Forbidden Land.
Xiao Wenbing's absent-mindedness naturally didn't escape their notice. Taking advantage of a moment, Zhang Yaqi quietly asked, "Wenbing, what's wrong?"
“I…” Xiao Wenbing looked up, a hint of determination flashing in his eyes, and slowly said, “Yaqi, let’s go back.”
Where to?
"The realm of gods."
Zhang Yaqi looked at him quietly and slowly asked, "Have you made up your mind?"
"Yes, I've made up my mind..."
Volume 23, Chapter 34: The Dust Settles
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The fog grew thicker and thicker until it became so thick that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.
Hundreds of supreme divine powers appeared here simultaneously, with various energies intertwined and complex, even causing various substances in the air to gradually solidify.
In the realm of gods, thirteen powerful forces reign supreme. Besides these, countless reclusive deities also form their own formidable power. Normally, the deities within these forces reside scattered throughout the land, and even over millennia, it would be difficult for them to gather together.
We met once. But today, this region is home to the main leaders of twelve powerful forces in the divine realm.
Apart from the lineage of Lord Yuzhu and those idle gods who never participate in the conflicts of the divine realm, all the gods who occupy leading positions in the twelve enormous forces of the divine realm have come.
They came here for only one purpose: to settle things with the newly rising Xiao Wenbing lineage of gods in the divine realm.
"Fire Virtue, are you confident in today's battle?" A deep voice came from afar.
"Of course there is. If our twelve powerful factions can't even defeat a mere faction when they join forces, then we might as well disband our forces and become cowards."
"Alas, it is truly shameful to bully the weak with the many."
The Fire God sneered and said, "If we do not use our numbers to defeat the few today, then a thousand years from now, others will use their numbers to bully us."
The gods fell silent. No one mentioned the matter again.
Since Xiao Wenbing and others ascended to heaven, tens of thousands of gods have gathered in the divine realm. What is even more surprising is that these people are all supreme gods who are rarely seen in tens of millions of years.
Although these supreme gods are still quite immature, they grow rapidly and will reach a certain level in about a thousand years. If that happens, with over ten thousand supreme gods joining forces, no other force in the entire divine realm will be able to pose any threat to Xiao Wenbing.
It is precisely because they understand this principle that Lord Huode and others set the day of the decisive battle at this time.
From afar, three more immense divine forces instantly flew over.
All the gods who sensed these three divine powers couldn't help but change color.
"Only three people came. They don't take us seriously at all."
Although these deities had all reached the highest level of cultivation, being looked down upon in this way still caused a strange commotion.
The newcomers were none other than Xiao Wenbing and the two women, Zhang and Feng. Although there were only three of them, their cultivation level was exceptionally high after condensing the divine power of heaven and earth. They were in no way inferior to these supreme gods who had cultivated for countless years.
"Lord Xiao, how have you been?" Lord Huode greeted him quietly, his divine power remaining completely still. It was as if Xiao Wenbing before him was not the enemy who had destroyed his avatar.
Xiao Wenbing bowed deeply to the surrounding gods and said, "What brings you here, esteemed seniors?"
"Lord Xiao, we have invited you here to discuss one matter."
Xiao Wenbing laughed loudly and said, "Very well, seniors, I dare not disobey your orders."
The Fire God and the others looked at each other, puzzled as to why he had become so easy to talk to.
A faint smile appeared on Xiao Wenbing's lips as he said, "As long as all of you seniors hand over the Five Elements Spirits to me, I will do whatever you ask."
The Fire God and others laughed indignantly: "So it turns out that Lord Xiao was just playing us for fools."
“I wouldn’t dare to joke around, but now that things have come to this, we don’t need to beat around the bush anymore. Let’s have a contest. Whoever wins will get to decide.” Xiao Wenbing raised his eyebrows and laughed heartily, speaking frankly.
The gods were furious. Upon hearing such provocative words, even the most composed deities couldn't help but feel a surge of anger.
However, before they could react, Xiao Wenbing had already made the first move.
Facing an enemy a hundred times his size, he still dared to strike first. Such courage is truly unparalleled.
More than eight thousand divine swords flew out in an instant, transforming into countless rays of light that circled around the gods.
Although the Myriad Swords Technique is one of the top divine techniques, its difficulty in cultivation is so great that although the gods know of it, none of them have ever practiced it.
However, once they saw these eight thousand divine swords, even the most foolish god would recognize this widely circulated divine technique.
Thousands of divine artifacts soared into the air in an instant, shattering the almost solidified air in the void. Divine power, accompanied by howling winds, shone in all directions, filling the entire space with endless divine energy.
These deities are supreme gods left over from ancient times. Although their divine power is far from comparable to that of the first generation of gods, they are much stronger than the gods who later entered the divine realm.
Through long periods of cultivation, they have all acquired several prized divine artifacts. These artifacts are either excellent for offense or defense, and any one of them, if taken out, would be enough to cause a sensation throughout the entire divine realm.
But at this moment, the thousands of divine artifacts fought individually. Although they possessed extremely powerful divine strength, they were still unable to subdue the eight thousand divine swords that kept flying around.
The power of each additional divine sword cultivated through the Myriad Swords Technique increases by one unit.
Before entering the God Realm, Xiao Wenbing had already cultivated more than five thousand divine swords. After further cultivation in the God Realm and his journey to the Underworld, the number of divine swords in his hands increased to as many as eight thousand.
At this point, each divine sword possesses one-tenth of the original Heavenly Dao Divine Sword's divine power. The sum of eight thousand divine swords is equivalent to eight hundred super artifacts operating at full power.
Eight hundred super artifacts! And all of them were commanded by one person. The feeling of controlling them with ease and fluidity is something that these gods can never match.
In the realm of gods, countless starlight suddenly appeared, forming a light path that stretched for thousands of miles. Within this light path, every inch of space was filled with extremely sharp sword energy, as if countless scissors were cutting space into fragments.
At this point, the many gods began to change color. Although they all knew that since Xiao Wenbing dared to attend the banquet with only three people, he must have something to hide.
Some even speculated that the Turtle God was backing him up. But no one could have imagined that Xiao Wenbing's skills had reached such a terrifying level.