Its voice was deep and low, devoid of any stirring impassionment. Yet Qin Ming caught a trace of tragic solemnity in it. Was it marching into a battle to the death?
"Take care of yourself!" the fragment of the five-colored treasure warned Qin Ming instead.
No one had expected a supreme duel between peak civilizations to erupt just like this, leaving no room for retreat.
Beneath the pitch-black, majestic mountain, the one hundred and eight phantoms of Heavenly Gods seemed on the verge of returning to life. Growing ever clearer and more colossal, they held aloft the entire sacred mountain, crowding the heavens and the earth.
"They're going to clash head-on!"
Within the Golden Board's Mountain and Sea Realm, faces turned deathly pale. After this single strike, would they even still exist in the world?
Not to mention the youths—even the Earth Immortals had never witnessed such a staggering scene. In all their lives, this was the first time they had ever taken part in a supreme-scale bloodbath.
"Do everything in your power! Coordinate to repel the enemy!" roared a Seven-Sun Stacker.
"Hold steady! This is only the first collision—it's nothing!"
At this moment, all the immortals stepped forward, each planting their feet upon a mountain peak, unleashing their power without reservation. Their energy was absorbed and harmonized by the formation patterns in the void.
From the oldest to the youngest, everyone was fighting with everything they had. Though nerves were stretched to the breaking point, overthinking was useless at death's door. Only by fighting to the bitter end could they carve out a chance of survival.
Immortal mist surged across the vast Mountain and Sea Realm. It seemed as though people could see the stars of the heavens casting beams of radiance through the pitch-black sky.
The entire Golden Board roared, entering a full state of external warfare.
It traced the pulse of heaven and earth, replicating the grain of the Great Dao. In the pitch-black world, hundreds of millions of golden rays shone, as if resonating with the boundless stars.
Its mountain-and-sea form showed signs of evolving toward an ocean of stars.
"Do not fear! Victory is ours!" Roars from the ancient totems echoed from the Totem Sacred Mountain. As the moment of life-or-death battle arrived, they reassured their juniors.
Upon the pitch-black mountain, Dao rhyme cascaded like waterfalls. Every inch of stone was awakening, radiating boundless totemic might, consolidating the strength of countless powerhouses from their system.
At this juncture, the aura it emitted was utterly shocking. A casual blow could obliterate a top-tier sanctuary.
Even peerless Earth Immortals, no matter how formidable their individual strength, were as fragile as paper before a clash between civilizations.
The two camps collided head-on. Heaven overturned, earth shattered, and the thick sea of clouds around them blew apart, vanishing completely. Dao patterns glittered like countless colossal metal chains weaving across the canopy of the sky, crisscrossing in an intricate web.
For a moment, every mind grew dizzy, vision blacked out, and people teetered on the verge of fainting.
Their five senses were stripped away, leaving only their deepest consciousness to perceive a roar—it was the sound of the Dao, omnipresent and reverberating through the spirit.
Moments later, sensation began to return. Ears felt scalding hot as blood trickled down; eyes ached from ruptured capillaries; and mouths and noses tasted the salty tang of blood and tears.
Then terrifying rumbles reached their ears, light pierced their vision, and their five senses finally returned, allowing them to perceive the world once more.
"We're alive! This is... wonderful!" Several youths who were entering a real battlefield for the first time—having lived protected lives within the palaces of Earth Immortals—were overwhelmed with emotion, tears welling in their eyes.
Not only them, but even their uncles, grandfathers, and the Earth Immortal ancestors of their clans had never weathered such an ordeal. For everyone present, this was their first time, and none could suppress their turbulent feelings.
At this moment, nothing else could be seen. Before their eyes, only the grain of heaven and earth was clearly discernible—traces of order, dazzling and magnificent, like endless bolts of thick lightning crisscrossing to patch the tattered sky.
One could only imagine how horrifying that collision had truly been.
Across both factions, everyone felt as if they had survived a mortal catastrophe.
Apart from the initial tremors that jolted the Mountain and Sea Realm and shook many people, things were otherwise intact, and the realm quickly stabilized.
In the distance, black fog rolled across the pitch-black Totem Sacred Mountain. Certain carvings upon its surface—inscribed by legendary totemic saints themselves—had grown visibly dim.
The dozen or so elder totems standing before the offensive array were sprawled across the mountain peak. Only after a pause did they scramble up, ingesting miraculous medicines to heal their wounds.
"We won!" they proclaimed the moment they stood.
"See for yourselves! White mist churns across that Mountain and Sea Realm. They are intentionally veiling the heavenly secrets. At least a dozen Earth Immortals have perished over there, and they dare not reveal the truth!"
Upon the Totem Sacred Mountain, throngs of middle-aged and young totems erupted into cheers, their deafening shouts resounding through the heavens.
Within the Golden Board's realm, many were bewildered. Wasn't that just the first clash? The opposing side was clearly at a disadvantage—what were they celebrating?
Atop the Totem Sacred Mountain, a grand totem of exalted status transmitted his voice: "Earlier, during the sparring matches between our three generations, they resorted to underhanded tricks and recruited core saints from other civilizations to fight for them. Otherwise, they would never have been a match for us. After all, Yujing has fallen and ceased to exist."
He stirred their morale with impassioned fervor, declaring that the undeniable truth was: they had won.
"After all, our foundation far surpasses that of the Yujing faction."
Furthermore, the elder totem laid out the "facts," informing everyone that their "reinforcements" had arrived from other supreme civilizations to hunt down the decaying Yujing camp.
Behind his head, a sacred totemic halo shone brilliantly as he bellowed, "Maintain our advantage! Steel yourselves—the bloodbath is upon us!"
The Golden Board quietly reviewed the clash while keeping watch on the two other mysterious camps: a silver ocean heaving on the horizon, and an unfathomably terrifying abyss slowly rising.
It was contemplating taking on three or even more foes at once, paying no heed whatsoever to the cheers of the totem camp. As a result, it remained dead silent.
Across the various peaks of the Mountain and Sea Realm, everyone sensed the strange atmosphere. Their side was far too quiet—why hadn't the Golden Board spoken?
Could it be... that they hadn't held the upper hand after all? In an instant, hearts grew heavy, casting an oppressive gloom over the entire battlefield.
"What else can we do? Since you and I are already standing here, there is no way back. Didn't we all write our last wills before coming? There's no need to think—we fight to the end!"
Within the Golden Board, from the oldest to the youngest, all those summoned were true elites from various lands. Though thrown hastily into battle and gripped by tension, their adaptability was formidable.
After reflecting, everyone drew a deep breath. With the blood fight at hand, they had to sever all distracting thoughts. Right now, they only needed to pour out their power.
In their eyes, the bridges had been burned. Only by battling to the bitter end could they carve life from death.
"Kill!" the crowd roared in unison.
The Golden Board cooperated in kind, activating even more dense formations to channel destructive force. While remaining vigilant against the silver sea and the abyss, it channeled additional might specifically toward the totem camp.
Atop the pitch-black sacred mountain, morale soared, and the cheers had yet to subside.
An elderly totem cautioned, "Guard against arrogance and haste. Our opponent is strong; do not be careless."
Another grand totem added, "Indeed, things were somewhat fraught just now."
He supplemented, "If we don't put in more effort, we truly might be overtaken by this fallen Yujing."
Those elder totems knew well that a gap existed between them, and that they had actually been slightly at a disadvantage. But morale was a weapon, and they could not admit defeat.
Furthermore, what the totemic system needed most were pious believers to sustain their altars.
Besides, with supreme "allies" nearby preparing to hunt down the Yujing faction together, what did they have to fear?
"Kill!"
A massive bloody clash between the two factions erupted once more.
The Golden Board roared, radiating hundreds of millions of immortal beams. Piercing through the nocturnal veil, it borrowed endless drifting fire and heavenly light from beyond the heavens, vast and boundless like a river of stars.
And the totem camp indeed possessed extraordinary facets. The form of their sacred mountain shifted, transforming the colossal peak into an ancient sacrificial altar.
Countless carvings surfaced upon it, depicting mighty totems who had left illustrious names in history. Their deeds had been so great that supreme powerhouses had carved their likenesses into the cliff face with their own hands.
In fact, the entire mountain had once served as the sacrificial altar of a supreme totem.
As this collision took place, the distant silver ocean sent up the terrifying silhouette of a colossal bird. Its fearsome eyes snapped open, and amidst the rustling hum of the Dao, endless gleaming beams shot forth like an ocean of divine feathers or an unending cascade of flying swords, sweeping across heaven and earth.
Within the Golden Board, mountains and seas shuddered in unison, hurling all newly channeled extraterrestrial divine fire, heavenly light, and astral phantoms toward that unknown supreme civilization.
The Golden Board itself charged straight at the Totem Sacred Mountain.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, everyone's eyes turned bloodshot. While they were locked in a mortal struggle with one supreme civilization, others had indeed joined the fray.
This was an irreconcilable feud, a calamity of life and death.
"It blocked them!" a veteran Earth Immortal roared in agitation. They saw the sunlight, moonlight, starlight, endless drifting fire, and ocean of heavenly light swept out by the Golden Board hold off the attack from the silver sea.
The sky-blotting silver feathers and ceaseless sword lights failed to cut through.
The Golden Board's defensive might was far greater than they had imagined.
At the same time, their second clash with the Totem Sacred Mountain erupted with deafening thunder.
In the Yujing camp, from Seventh Realm peerless powerhouses down to green-faced youths, all unleashed their strongest power. Channeled and organized by the formation patterns, it converged forward and amplified into an overwhelming offensive force striking toward the sacred mountain.
In the next instant, their vision was once again stripped of all sights.
Likewise, everyone felt heaven and earth invert once more as the entire Mountain and Sea Realm heaved, feeling as if the entire scroll was about to be flipped upside down.
Yet at the critical juncture, the Golden Board held firm. Though it trembled violently, its peerless formations shut out the damage.
The totemic system's killing radiance failed to truly breach the Mountain and Sea Realm.
One could see ancient totemic phantoms flying out from the sacred mountain one after another, only to be torn to shreds and pulverized by the Dao patterns rising from the Golden Board.
The night mist ocean evaporated, and the dome of heaven was ripped open once more. Eternal Dao patterns wove together again to mend the world, resembling countless thick golden threads stitching across the void as massive surges of lightning pierced the air.
The Totem Sacred Mountain rocked violently.
At its summit, among the group of elder totems occupying the offensive sector, six powerhouses were struck head-on by the golden mist as a corner of their formation shattered.
Within a single breath, dense bloodlines spiderwebbed across their skin, and they began "leaking light," shooting sacred power outward.
Their fleshly essence and Pure Yang soul light were stripped away, causing them to wither at a visible pace.
With sharp hisses, six totems disintegrated, exploding on the spot. Their blood burned fiercely like blazing fire upon the mountain summit, and their remains rotted in an instant, as if aging several millennia in seconds.
Furthermore, more than a dozen totems staggered backward, bleeding from their seven orifices, their torsos pierced through by golden mist to leave gaping holes front to back.
At the mountain peak, the surviving totems felt their hair stand on end.
As for those at the base and mountainside, only a few glimpsed elder totems falling and exploding through the churning black fog.
The vast majority could not see the summit and asked, "Did we win this clash?"
"We won!" a grand totem at the summit answered bitterly, while inwardly plotting how to make an honorable retreat or force their allies to exert themselves.
Across the pitch-black mountain, the middle-aged and young totem seeds below coughed blood even as they cheered once more, believing victory was within reach and that Yujing would soon be shattered.
In its wartime state, the Golden Board's operating formations possessed not only extraordinary offensive prowess but other remarkable capabilities as well. Piercing the protective light-mist of the opposing camp, it captured glimpses of the actual scene, projecting them clearly before its own fighters.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, the people—who had been fraught with apprehension and nerves—stared in stunned disbelief, completely dumbfounded.
Six totems had plummeted dead from the summit, yet they were still cheering and celebrating? The scene was surreal to the point of absurdity.
A grandmaster from Star Mountain couldn't resist asking cautiously, "Lord Golden Board... do we seem to have the upper hand?"
"Mm," the Golden Board replied placidly, remaining largely silent.
"This..."
From the elders to the youths, a horde of elite powerhouses who had prepared to fight to the death and wager everything felt slightly numb. To think they had been terrified out of their wits earlier!
The true situation was utterly different from what they had imagined. Their side was formidable enough to suppress the totemic system clearly, yet the Golden Board had barely said a word.
Recovering its focus, the Golden Board said, "I am watching the other two supreme civilizations. Their power cannot be underestimated."
"All... right!" People let out a breath of stale air. Their pounding hearts eased, and each regained their composure.
"Turns out we're this strong! You never know until you fight. That was just testing the waters, yet six totems were crushed right out of the gate."
From young to old, everyone realized they had frightened themselves over nothing. Just moments ago, during the clash, many had already been mentally reciting their last testaments.
The Golden Board warned, "Do not become careless. There are two other supreme systems flanking us!"
"Do you have casualties?" A grand voice echoed above the Totem Sacred Mountain from within the silver sea, as their supreme ally inquired.
"We have dead and wounded! Why haven't you joined the fight?" Atop the Totem Sacred Mountain, veteran powerhouses spoke with visible resentment, deeply dissatisfied.
A voice came from the silver sea: "Didn't we wish to see Yujing's true measure? We agreed beforehand that you would strike first to test the waters, and you took no small share of benefits back then." It also noted that it had intervened just now.
An elder totem asked angrily, "Abyss civilization, why have you remained silent without making a move?"
A cold, gloomy voice issued from the abyss: "We were probing into the distance to see if Yujing had reinforcements. To our surprise, it is truly facing our hunt entirely alone."
The Totem Sacred Mountain transmitted directly, "Now that the probing is done, it is time for us to strike together!"
"Agreed!" the silver sea concurred.
"As it should be." The Abyss civilization was ready to test the opponent personally. Ultimately, they were neither impressed by nor trusting of the Totem civilization's probing.
Naturally, having the totem camp remain in front was the consensus between both the silver sea and the Abyss civilization.
Without another word, Dao patterns intertwined, illuminating the night sky like daylight. The supreme civilizations' confrontation began anew.
Surges rippled through the silver sea, and the abyss drew near. Though they did not bear down with their full weight, the danger far surpassed the previous two clashes—the members of two more supreme systems had stepped into the fray.
The Golden Board's voice sounded, utterly cold and devoid of emotion: "A battle of life and death. Hold nothing back, everyone."
Everyone poured out their utmost strength, their nerves tightening once more. From the oldest to the youngest, all treated this as their final bloodbath. Certain ancient Earth Immortals regarded it as their last stand in the mortal realm.
Either they lived, or they dissolved into bloody mist, dissipating into the night fog.
Even the Dog Sword Immortal, an old monster who had lived for over a millennium, felt a chill. Shifting continuously between dog and panda, it nurtured its blade, drew it, and swung in one seamless motion, unleashing its strongest strike.
Zhuo Kun, the most senior person present, had blood-red eyes as he delivered the peak strike of his life. The half-step Heavenly God might from his prime seemed to return to him in full.
Other true gods and Earth Immortals turned translucent, the power of both divine and immortal paths boiling over as the avatars of Seventh Realm old monsters charged forth.
The Golden Board's formations awakened completely, blending seamlessly with what lay beyond the heavens until none could distinguish starlight from drifting fire and heavenly light.
Beams of radiance cascaded like heaven-reaching divine waterfalls, pouring into the formations and manifesting as the stars of the cosmos.
At this point, the Golden Board's war state was pushed to its absolute limit, its charge nearing the pinnacle!
It intended to fight one against three, marshalling the wondrous techniques of everyone present to elevate their offensive power to an entirely new peak, vastly stronger and more terrifying than before.
Facing the probing strikes of the silver sea and the abyss, the Golden Board still prioritized defense. Stars of the heavens materialized and wove their brilliance together, forming a sky-covering web that cast over both directions.
Directly ahead, it remained focused upon the Totem Sacred Mountain.
Once its external war state was activated, the Golden Board could amplify the techniques of anyone within the great array. It did not merely commandeer Earth Immortals; it placed great stock in the methods of the middle-aged and younger generations as well.
Just as now, Qian Cheng's thunder seals were magnified exponentially, sending terrifying thunderbolts roaring toward the Totem Sacred Mountain in an unstoppable tide.
Immediately following, the supreme Yujing heritages obtained by Yun Jianyue and Tang Yushang were also amplified by the Golden Board, as if the Lord of Yujing of old had strode across the night, returning to the present world from the distant past.
The Dog Sword Immortal howled, brimming with excitement and thrill: "Splendid! Push this sword of mine to the very peak, an ultimate sublimation that rivals Old Liu!"
The green bamboo sword it brandished flickered alternately between black and white light. Amplified by the Golden Board, its massive sword qi swelled continuously, growing ever more terrifying like a beam of apocalyptic tribulation light sweeping toward the Totem Sacred Mountain.
Zhuo Kun's palm-blade was amplified as well, faintly flowing with Heavenly God patterns that blasted open the void ahead. His vast, boundless hand resembled a mountain ridge, its whorls and creases like giant ravines and valleys.
This was the strongest blow of his avatar!
On the other side, the Saint's fist imprint erupted. Amplified and driven to the ultimate realm, his Chaos force grew increasingly horrifying, its wisps of radiating tremors cracking the heavenly canopy.
His mount, the Big Red Dragon, basked in the reflected glory and honked noisily behind him, while the Saint hurled his fists forward, piercing through the sky with Chaos force as if sweeping across the void with hundreds of millions of thunderbolts.
The offensive techniques of all the immortals were amplified, reaching out from their camp's Mountain and Sea Realm like one heavenly blade after another to slash toward the Totem Sacred Mountain.
Among them, the attacks of several standouts were exceptionally conspicuous.
"Whose sword light is that?!"
Suddenly, cries of astonishment broke out from both sides.
That multicolored sword radiance had seemed relatively gentle at first, but in the end it hummed and vibrated, warping the sea of night mist, collapsing the void, and swelling exponentially in strength.
Without question, the Golden Board had granted it ample amplification, propelling it into the ultimate realm and causing the faces of many Earth Immortals to turn pale.
"Nine-colored sword baleful aura! Running through yin and yang, the five elements, wind and thunder—nine domains fused into a single sword! This is the stuff of legends upon the path of sword cultivation, the ultimate pursuit of sword immortals. Such a realm... has actually appeared here!"
Countless onlookers were shaken.
"Is this the sword light of Slaying Through the Thirty-Six Heavens with a Single Sword? He came too!"
Back when they sparred with swords in the skies, 'One Sword' had mostly displayed only eight-colored sword baleful aura, and few had seen the ninth color. Yet veteran Earth Immortals had analyzed it and deduced that he had held back that day.
"Attaining perfection upon seeing nine!" Even from the silver sea, such voices arose.
Many among their leadership understood sword intent; otherwise, they wouldn't have released so many divine feather beams resembling dense volleys of immortal swords.
Even from within that boundless abyss, a chilled voice rang out: "Unifying nine domains... Has a supreme sword immortal been born within the Yujing camp?"
The highest-ranking powerhouses of the totem camp all paled. This was no good news. Did the Yujing camp truly possess such an entity?
In legends, attaining perfection upon seeing nine denoted a supreme sword immortal, someone who could slaughter through any counterpart in the same domain of the Seventh Realm, with scarcely anyone capable of opposing their blade!
Zhuo Kun's avatar, the Saint's fist radiance, and the Dog Sword Immortal's Dao of Yin and Yang were terrifying enough. Combined with raging thunder seals, the reappearance of the Lord of Yujing's secret art, and now the emergence of a supreme sword immortal, the totem camp was thoroughly shaken. This was simply too horrific, too brutal an uphill battle.
Evidently, the Golden Board's amplification applied to everyone and all their wondrous techniques, giving fair treatment to the signature arts of every sanctuary.
In the next instant, a starry river flowed with boundless magnificence as Star Mountain's techniques were magnified and blasted forward.
Purple qi soared to the heavens, permeating the realm as Zixiao Cave's secret art erupted!
A Heavenly God descended to blast apart the heavens with a single palm as Heavenly God Ridge's strongest blow struck out.
The veteran powerhouses of the totem camp felt their scalps tingle. They were the ones who had initiated the invasion, yet now why did it feel like disaster loomed and they were plunged into complete passivity?
With a colossal roar, the two sides engaged in an all-out clash, making full contact.
The entire Totem Sacred Mountain rocked violently. In some areas, corners of the formations were peeled open, instantly unleashing waves of screams as heavy clouds of blood mist rose.
"Ahhh—!"
Even Seventh Realm old monsters wailed in agony, meeting grim fates.
"Kill!"
On the Golden Board's side, fighting in unison, everyone's battle spirit surged, especially when they saw their techniques amplified to such extraordinary heights.
Qin Ming had never imagined that the Golden Board would favor his nine-colored sword baleful aura so heavily, truly bringing it to full perfection. Sweeping outward with boundless dread, the nine domains carried infinite tribulation-killing power straight toward the sacred mountain.
"Gawk-gawk!" The Big Red Dragon roared with wild laughter, squawking as it slaughtered alongside the Saint. It clearly saw a grand totem blown to bits beneath the Chaos force.
"What is going on? Didn't Yujing disappear? That faction has declined, so how could there still be a supreme sword immortal who achieved perfection upon seeing nine, along with that fist radiance, and an apparent manifestation of the Lord of Yujing's phantom..."
The totem camp panicked. Formations were breached across numerous areas, raising dense geysers of blood mist amid horrific casualties.
With a loud crack, the sacred mountain actually fractured. With a thunderous boom, a massive chunk sheared off and plunged downward, while the elites atop it exploded en masse.
In the distance, the silver sea and the Abyss civilization felt dumbfounded. Was the totem camp really this useless? On the verge of disintegrating by just the third clash?
And right now, when they tested the waters themselves, they had been stopped cold by the great web of astral starlight. Neither went to assist, both too incensed to even bother with their "ally."
"Is the totemic system... truly a supreme civilization?" The higher-ups of both allies began questioning reality.
Rumble!
In the ocean of night mist, a colossal chunk of the Totem Sacred Mountain truly broke off. Had remnants of the formation patterns carved by supreme totems not lingered and revived at the final moment, the entire ancient altar would have shattered to pieces.
The totem camp had deployed their full elite as well, summoning dense legions from all lands. Yet here, in a single clash, they had suffered catastrophic losses, causing the hearts of several elder totems to bleed.
That section was shrouded in bloody mist, a scene of sheer devastation.
"How could this happen?" The grand totems advocating for war could not accept reality. They were clearly the attacking party, yet by this point in the battle, they were the ones on the brink of collapse.
If things continued along this trajectory, they might well end up fighting an existential defensive war for survival.
For a time, the totems who had earlier shouted about great victories could no longer keep up the bluster to rally morale; their own composure had crumbled.
"Gawk-gawk-gawk!" Inside the Golden Board, by contrast, cheers and celebration rang out, everyone growing more confident the longer they fought.
"Did you even launch an attack?" The elder totems were beside themselves with rage, rebuking their supreme allies. They felt as though they had borne all the firepower alone.
The totem camp was beginning to regret their decisions. They had wanted to make a grand showing and raise their status in the night mist world so all quarters would revere them as a supreme civilization. Instead, it was like... they had exposed their bare backsides.
Certain peak powerhouses of the totem camp began reflecting on their mistakes. It seemed they had lost themselves in the night mist world's flattering chorus of calling them "big brother."
One grand totem fumed, "Today, we must carefully consider how to survive. Our supreme allies are all bastards—completely unreliable!"
Without a doubt, following this battle, their reputation and standing in the night mist world would plummet drastically. Far from making a grand appearance, they had shown the world their dirty laundry.
The humiliation was agonizing, leaving them stripped of dignity in the night mist world, as if a wild boar were sitting on their faces and grinding them into the dirt.
In truth, the silver sea and the Abyss civilization were also fuming. Both supreme civilizations had genuinely regarded the totem camp as the main force, viewing them as allies capable of spearheading the charge. Now, it seemed... they were dead weight.
In their eyes, the totem camp was barely worthy of being rated a secondary civilization.
Dragged into deep water, both the silver sea and the Abyss civilization felt thoroughly cheated by the totemic system they had relied on as their primary muscle. The other party simply couldn't carry their weight.
Atop the Totem Sacred Mountain, within the torn formation, blood mist flowed like a river, pouring steadily outward.
Amidst the lingering golden mist, the thirty-six Heaven-Anchoring Divine Stakes arrayed themselves silently, drinking greedily and feasting on unimaginable sacrificial blood power.
Within the Mountain and Sea Realm, the Saint's expression shifted slightly. This lethal weapon far exceeded expectations, somehow able to reach out and absorb power even on such an occasion.
With mixed emotions, he said, "I once wielded these thirty-six divine stakes myself. Alas, after leaving my homeland for foreign realms, they stopped treating me as an elder. Leave for several decades or a century, and your registration gets struck out—never mind being gone for over five hundred years. Returning makes you nothing but an outsider."
Inside the Golden Board, Qin Ming channeled the nine-colored sword baleful aura. Amplified, he tasted the might of a supreme sword immortal, finding it utterly exhilarating.
Beside him, the yellow imperial parasol quivered, an alluring woman's face surfacing upon its canopy. Staring at the thick blood mist around the Totem Sacred Mountain, she was frantic with longing, yet helpless—she could not go out.
At this moment, she felt like copying Tang Yushang and sniffling tearfully. A grand feast lay right before her, yet she could not partake. Seeing it but unable to feast was truly a tragedy.
Qin Ming comforted her, saying, "Don't fret. Once the bloodbath in the supreme realm concludes and the Taichu qi and Xuanhuang qi are exhausted, our time to take the stage will likely come."
The Golden Board spoke: "Celestial Clan, Abyss civilization, you refuse to withdraw? Then we fight to the bitter end!"
The higher-ups of both the silver sea and the Abyss civilization were deeply vexed, feeling they had miscalculated the "wild card" that was the totem camp and should never have relied on them.
Fixing its gaze on the other two supreme civilizations, the Golden Board had already prepared to single-handedly take on multiple foes in the night mist world.
"Since we have already come, we might as well exchange pointers," a voice issued from the silver sea.
From within the vast, boundless abyss, a resounding voice echoed as well: "Battle!"
The Golden Board responded coldly: "Fine. Then let us see this supreme bloodbath through to the very end!" In its eyes, these two camps were even more abhorrent and hateful—they deserved nothing less than destruction!
Chapter 541