The roc excels in offense, while the sea monster excels in defense. This well-rounded alliance is more than capable of dealing with a dark god.
So the four races joined forces, forming more than 20,000 squads to search for the underworld together with the gods.
"Oh, it's Brother Longming! It's been a long time!" The giant snake greeted him with a hearty laugh upon seeing him.
Long Ming's eyes lit up, and with a wave of his hand to the phoenix opposite him, he tossed the Dark God from within the Dragon-Phoenix Barrier into the high platform, and laughed, "Brother Great Serpent, what are you doing here?"
"Of course, we captured a Dark God, so we came here to eliminate him." The giant snake asked with a grin, "Brothers, with the four of you working together, you must have reaped considerable rewards."
Long Ming proudly raised his head and said, "I wouldn't dare. The four of us wander around the third and fourth levels of the Underworld. We've made a haul almost every year." He suddenly coughed and said, "Although it's less now, we still manage to capture a Dark God every other year."
"One every two years?" The giant snake was taken aback, then laughed heartily and said, "Not bad, not bad, that's already quite good."
Long Ming and the other three simultaneously flashed a hint of annoyance, and said, "Brother Orochi, we all started capturing the Dark God at the same time, so how many have you found?"
The giant snake scratched its head, thought for a long time, and said, "The two of us will keep each other company, so we won't find many. Probably only one or so per month."
The expressions on Long Ming and the other three's faces immediately changed. Others get one a month, while they get one every two years—the difference was just too great!
The giant serpent laughed and said, "Everyone, we two still need to continue our search for the Dark God, so we'll take our leave now."
Watching the two deities swagger away, the four of them looked at each other, their faces burning with embarrassment.
The sea monster muttered, "Catching one every month, could they be just boasting?"
Long Ming looked up at the sky, where representatives of the four races of the underworld and the gods were guarding the area and recording everyone's achievements.
Shaking his head, Long Ming sighed and said, "There are people watching from above; they would never lie."
The sea monster looked up and realized that Long Ming was right. If the giant snake and the others were lying here, they certainly wouldn't be able to hide it from the people in charge of recording it.
"***. I refuse to believe it..." Long Ming stomped his foot, leaving a large footprint, and said, "They only have two people, while we have four. How can we possibly be inferior to them? Everyone, let's work harder and catch up with them as soon as possible."
"good."
With a resounding response from the crowd, the four men turned and left, full of energy.
However, no matter how hard they tried, they could not compare with Zhu Bajie who possessed the Nine-Toothed Rake, and the gap between them only widened.
The Wall of Chaos, known as the world of chaos, is a place where no living being can survive except for those of Thor.
But today is different. At the center of the Chaos Wall sits a young man. In his hand he holds a half-finished sword.
As soon as the Dark God entered the Wall of Chaos, he was immediately bombarded by endless heavenly lightning.
These lightning bolts seemed to possess a life of their own; each ray of light carried a trace of the Dark God's primordial power.
The Dark Gods howled amidst the heavenly lightning, but due to their inherently conflicting natures, no matter how desperately they struggled, they could not break free from the heavenly lightning's binding and sealing over them.
Faint red lines appeared strangely within the lightning. These red lines, like winding snakes, converged towards the center of the Chaos Wall.
The man wore a smug smile as he watched the divine sword slowly materialize in his hand, his eyes gleaming with joy.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and muttered, "Damn it, the power's gone out again. Haven't these rabbits eaten? They're so slow."
This person who complained and blamed fate was none other than Xiao Wenbing, who was stuck at the center of the Chaos Wall.
Just as everyone was searching for the Dark God throughout the Underworld, Xiao Wenbing used the excuse of presiding over the Chaos Wall to sneak in.
Although the Dragon King, Phoenix Lord, and others had never heard of the Chaos Wall requiring someone to oversee it, they still chose to believe the trio who spoke in unison.
After all, searching for the Dark God is like casting a wide net; adding Xiao Wenbing wouldn't make much difference. Conversely, the safety of the Chaos Wall is of paramount importance and cannot be neglected in the slightest.
So while the four races of the underworld and numerous gods were trying every means to capture the Dark God here, he leisurely used the energy of these Dark Gods to cultivate the Myriad Swords Technique.
Xiao Wenbing was not a great philanthropist. He wouldn't have gone to such lengths to help the four races of the Underworld destroy the Dark God if there weren't sufficient benefits for him.
When Feng Baiyi and Zhang Yaqi joined forces to set up this wall of chaos, Xiao Wenbing instructed them to secretly keep a backup plan.
The principle behind this grand formation is no different from that of a regular Chaos Wall. Any living being that falls into it will ultimately be annihilated by heavenly lightning.
However, after a typical Chaos Wall destroys living beings, the remaining spiritual energy will be expelled outside the wall through special means and gradually dissipate into space, returning to nature.
But this time it was different. Once the Dark God within the Chaos Wall was destroyed, the resulting energy would converge at the center of the Chaos Wall and enter Xiao Wenbing's body. Xiao Wenbing was using this energy to forge his Myriad Swords Technique.
The Myriad Swords Technique: each sword represents a single force. Only when all ten thousand swords unite as one can the great feat be accomplished.
However, the spiritual energy consumed increases by 10% with each sword strike. The later the strike, the more difficult it becomes to refine.
When Xiao Wenbing helped the immortals become gods, he absorbed nearly 20,000 portions of the divine power of heaven and earth. However, even with this powerful energy, he could only condense 5,000 Heavenly Dao Divine Swords.
Five thousand pieces—that's quite a lot, already half the total. But it's still a long way from true mastery.
Xiao Wenbing, who always preferred to improve his strength quickly, had no patience for gradual training. Therefore, he also put in a lot of effort behind the scenes to promote the Dark God reduction plan.
If the Dark Gods knew that their fate and destruction were actually due to Xiao Wenbing's desire to use their energy to cultivate the Myriad Swords Technique, then these Dark Gods would definitely unite and settle things with him first.
During the decades spent at the center of the Chaos Wall, everything went smoothly at first. Xiao Wenbing even managed to condense as many as 2,500 weapons in just ten years.
At that time, Xiao Wenbing praised his own brilliant decision. Without the immense power of these dark gods, he would never have been able to achieve such brilliant results in such a short period of time.
Only these incredibly powerful beings, including the four races of the underworld and nearly 20,000 supreme gods, could capture such a number of dark gods for him.
However, as time went on, Xiao Wenbing's speed slowed down. In the last fifty years, he only managed to condense less than five hundred divine swords.
Firstly, the energy required for condensation is increasing. Initially, a few Dark Gods could condense a divine sword, but now even a hundred ordinary Dark Gods cannot condense a single divine sword.
Secondly, with the large-scale sweeping campaign, the number of dark gods in the underworld has been decreasing. Although not completely wiped out, there are indeed very few left.
The reason why Long Ming and his group were getting slower and slower in their pursuit was because it was becoming increasingly difficult to find new Dark Gods.
After all, for a giant serpent with special abilities, finding things is its forte, while other creatures do not have this ability.
With a soft sigh, Xiao Wenbing secretly made some plans and began to gather the spare divine power within his body.
Today, the power he possesses is so great that it is among the greatest even among the gods.
Apart from those two renowned first-generation gods, the power he wielded was arguably the third strongest in the world.
So when he couldn't wait for a new Dark God, he had no choice but to rely on his own power to provide energy for the immortal sword in his hand.
Powerful divine forces transformed into surging energy, gradually flowing into the divine sword.
The divine sword in his hand was growing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and this ability to turn the illusory into the real had reached the pinnacle of this divine art.
The divine sword shimmered with a precious light, and a chilling aura emanated from it, freezing one's heart and lungs.
Xiao Wenbing seemed oblivious to all of this. His entire focus was concentrated on this divine sword. Energy within his body gathered bit by bit, and even his divine domain was fully unleashed for it.
Suddenly, he opened his eyes slightly and softly shouted, "Open!"
The divine sword in his hand shone brightly, nimbly twirled, and flew smoothly into the center of his forehead.
In that instant, the newly forged divine sword seemed to possess a spirit, filling this desolate space with spiritual energy.
Xiao Wenbing slowly explored the body of the divine being with his divine sense, and then let out a long sigh. Although he was somewhat reluctant to leave, he already knew that his time here was running out.
However, although he gained a lot this time, the result was not entirely satisfactory to him.
Three thousand more divine swords have been added to the divine body, bringing the total to eight thousand Heavenly Dao Divine Swords. However, the energy required for the final two thousand far exceeds that of the past. Simply reducing the Dark God's energy is definitely not a solution.
Suddenly, a thought struck him, and with a sway of his body, he had already left the Wall of Chaos.
Volume 23, Chapter 32: Misunderstanding
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A thousand meters above the Chaos Wall, there is a wide platform, which is where the gods and representatives of the four races of the underworld reside.
When the Chaos Wall was first formed, its immense pressure deeply shocked everyone. In particular, many powerful beings from the four races of the Underworld dared not approach it.
That's why Xiao Wenbing, along with Zhang and Feng, transformed a divine artifact into this platform to suppress the overwhelming aura of the Chaos Wall.
At this moment, on the high platform, in addition to the representatives responsible for supervising and recording, there were several other people, namely the kings of the four races of the underworld and the two women, Zhang and Feng. The feeling that Xiao Wenbing had just sensed was also sent by these two.
Upon seeing Xiao Wenbing appear, the four kings immediately beamed with smiles and bowed, saying, "Lord Xiao, how have you been?"
At this moment, Xiao Wenbing's reputation was vastly different from when he first arrived in the Underworld. After eliminating eight or nine out of ten of the Dark Gods in the Underworld, the attitude of the four races towards him was exceptionally respectful.
"Greetings, clan leaders." Xiao Wenbing politely returned the greeting while muttering to himself, "These old guys are all cunning old foxes who have lived for countless billions of years. Although they seem honest, they are all scheming people. I wonder what they want from us. I should be careful."
After a few polite exchanges, Xiao Wenbing finally lost his patience and asked directly, "The seniors found Baiyi and Yaqi and summoned me from the Chaos Wall, surely it wasn't just to catch up..."
Since Xiao Wenbing refined the Three Thousand Divine Swords, not only has his cultivation level greatly improved, but his mentality has also undergone some inexplicable changes.
If he used to be somewhat wary of the four races of the underworld, he no longer takes them seriously and is too lazy to play games with them.
As expected, the Dragon King smiled awkwardly and said, "Lord Xiao, we have come here to discuss something."
"Speaking."
"That's right," the Dragon King suddenly asked mysteriously, "Does Lord Xiao feel that the number of Dark Gods sent to the Wall of Chaos has become rather small lately?"
Xiao Wenbing said irritably, "It's more than just relatively rare." He sighed and said, "I think there are practically no dark gods left in the underworld."
Indeed, since the gods and the four races of the underworld began their operation, dozens or even hundreds of dark gods were initially sent to the Wall of Chaos every day. But today, decades later, not a single dark god can be seen for ten days or half a month.
"Indeed, although there are many dark gods in the underworld, after decades of our efforts, very few remain." The Dragon King smiled with relief, his face revealing an extremely happy expression.
"Oh." Xiao Wenbing's heart stirred, and he asked, "Does Senior mean that I should take over this Chaos Wall?"
"That's right," the Dragon King said solemnly.
"Very well." Xiao Wenbing hesitated for a moment, then immediately agreed. In fact, since there were not many dark gods left in the underworld, there was no need for him to linger here any longer. Looking up at the sky, his thoughts drifted to the realm of gods, beyond the vast expanse of heaven.
"Yaqi, in white. We've taken down the Chaos Wall. Let's summon the gods and return to the divine realm... no, let's go on a tour of the various realms first."
Xiao Wenbing originally wanted to fight his way back to the God Realm, but when he thought of the lonely God Lord, he immediately gave up the idea.
"Lord Xiao, please wait." The Dragon King hurriedly said, "We have another request, and we ask for your assistance."
Xiao Wenbing was taken aback and asked, "Senior, is there anything else troublesome in the Underworld besides the Dark God?"
The Dragon King gave a wry smile and said, "No. Actually, this matter is still related to the Dark God." He pointed into the distance and said, "Of the three forbidden areas in the Underworld, one is a sacred place used by our four races to worship our ancestors, and the other two places..."
"How is it?" Xiao Wenbing noticed his hesitation and pressed for an answer.
The Dragon King gritted his teeth and said, "To be honest, one of the other two places is where a peerless demon is being suppressed by the first generation of gods."
Xiao Wenbing was startled. He asked, "Who is that?"