Chaos Converges at King Gong Mansion

Seventh floor. Boom! A massive explosion echoed, and Bingfeng roared, "Lan Tian, are you courting death?" "I feel so wronged!" The shrill, agonized wail rose again. To hell with your grievance! Bingfeng could no longer contain his fury. "Whatever wrong you suffered wasn't caused by me! The demon race and the immortal race did it! Why the hell are you coming after me?" He was utterly exasperated. What does this have to do with me? No matter how wronged you feel, I'm not the one who framed you! You killed a Quasi-Invincible of the god race earlier, and we haven't even settled that score with you yet! God King Bingfeng was no weakling—he was at the fourth tier of Eternal. Even if Lan Tian was capable of battling an Invincible, he was still no match for Bingfeng. Yet in this godforsaken place, Lan Tian seemed to have established a connection with some terrifying existence. With every shrill bellow he let out, a terrifying burst of power battered Bingfeng's sea of will. It made God King Bingfeng deeply uncomfortable. Why fixate on me? "I'm so wronged! So many of my avatars died! I see them—you have so many avatars over there! Give me some, and I'll leave!" Countless figures of Lan Tian manifested, his voice laden with injustice like an aggrieved child. You blew up my avatars, so I want more avatars. He truly sensed a dense cluster of life auras over on God King Bingfeng's side. Unsurprisingly, the people of the god race were all with God King Bingfeng. He wanted avatars! Su Yu needed to kill to absorb beings into his civilization chronicle, while Lan Tian needed to kill to integrate his myriad Daos. God King Bingfeng snorted coldly. In an instant, every direction transformed into a realm of ice and snow. Heaven and earth froze, space locked solid, and one Lan Tian avatar after another was frozen stiff. Yet Lan Tian only sounded more aggrieved. From those frozen ice sculptures, piercing howls rang out one after another: "You killed me again! I'm so wronged!" "Madman!" God King Bingfeng cursed under his breath. When normal experts cultivated their three-life embodiments, slaying all three meant death. Even if someone possessed clones, they were nothing more than divine character clones or puppet doubles, which were easy to distinguish. But with Lan Tian, every single avatar seemed identical to his true body. So long as a single avatar survived, he seemed impossible to kill. Such a creature was genuinely sinister and terrifying. It had become nearly impossible to measure Lan Tian by conventional cultivation realms. He had integrated myriad bodies into the Dao. One might think he was at the ninth tier of the Sun Moon Realm, but he truly was not; he likely did not even know what realm he belonged to anymore. This lunatic had genuinely carved out a path entirely his own. A path that was twisted and sinister to every single race. Kill, refine, fuse, turn into avatars—and as long as the avatars live, I am immortal! Someone like this was simply too troublesome. He could not be killed, giving even Invincibles a massive headache. God King Bingfeng ignored him further. Leaving the world frozen, he quickly departed from the area. Yet from all directions, that hair-raising, aggrieved wailing rose once more: "Bingfeng, you hit me! You killed so many of my avatars! I'm so wronged!" "Ahhh..." Waves of incredibly potent resentment surged outward, buffeting the entire world. ... At the same time. Inside the Illusion Sky Mirror, numerous people suddenly coughed up blood, their faces turning pale. That voice of resentment penetrated the void and pierced straight through the Heaven armament, battering everyone within. God King Bingfeng bore the brunt of it, but they were subjected to the tremors as well. At this moment, Su Yu's face also turned pale. Because his acupoints were open, he could hear far more. "I feel so wronged... Taishan, I want revenge! Why did you kill me? I want to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" "Taishan, where are you?" "Taishan, I'm alive again! I'm reviving! I'm going to kill you..." "..." Su Yu's face went completely bloodless. That bastard Lan Tian was truly something else—he had actually provoked Old Zhou's lingering resentment. Old Zhou claimed that Taishan had killed him. Old Zhou might indeed be dead, but he hadn't become a dead spirit; he had turned into a resentful spirit! He wanted to revive from the realm of the living, not the dead spirit realm! He had a physical body, and that body still existed! He had lingering thoughts, and those thoughts remained as well. Thus, Su Yu deduced that Old Zhou might genuinely be able to resurrect. The key to this lay in two people: himself and Lan Tian. Lan Tian was currently stirring up Old Zhou's resentment, while he himself held the triggering incantation. If he were to shout "Taishan" a few more times, Old Zhou might genuinely erupt into a frenzy. Trouble! Su Yu cursed inwardly. With Lan Tian messing things up like this, even he had lost his certainty; everything was slipping out of control. At that moment, inside the Illusion Sky Mirror, Zhan Wushuang barked, "Everyone, seal your six senses! Do not listen to it any longer!" Otherwise, people would die! A group of people sat cross-legged one after another, sealing off their six senses. Zhan Wushuang and Yu Sheng did not. Su Yu did not either, but he pretended to have done so. He wondered: Could Zhan Wushuang be my spy? You're really something. You had them seal their six senses, so if I kill them now, they won't even realize they've been slain. Aren't you just serving them up on a silver platter? If he unleashed the civilization chronicle right now, he could slaughter all hundred-plus people in an instant. Of course, Zhan Wushuang and Yu Sheng would still fight back. "Saves me a lot of trouble!" Just as Su Yu was thinking this, Zhan Wushuang suddenly threw an indiscriminate punch downward. Su Yu felt a jolt of alarm, but he instantly suppressed any abnormal movement. Sure enough, Zhan Wushuang's fist plummeted until it hovered right above everyone's heads, where it abruptly stopped. His gaze was razor-sharp as he scanned the surroundings. Yu Sheng flew down as well, looked around, and chuckled. "Enough! Even if that fellow actually came, the chances are he isn't among our god race. Wushuang, there is no need to be this hypervigilant." "Pardon my caution, My Lord!" Zhan Wushuang cupped his hands and looked across the seated crowd once more. The jarring impact of the sound continued, but it did not seem to affect him too severely. Zhan Wushuang's face was slightly pale as divine light flared in his eyes. He called out, "Su Yu, if you are here, I will open the portal and let you leave. My god race is at war with your human race; killing these people will change nothing. If you truly have the strength, beat the myriad races' Invincibles into submission, and the heavens will naturally not dare oppose you!" Silence. Yu Sheng was rendered speechless. Making a mountain out of a molehill! First, Su Yu might not have even come. Second, even if he came, he wouldn't necessarily infiltrate the god race. Third, the Invincibles had already probed multiple times. Do you think you're sharper than an Invincible? Fourth, even if Su Yu truly were here, aren't I standing right here? No matter how monstrous his talent is, could he possibly rival a Quasi-Invincible? It wasn't that Yu Sheng looked down on Su Yu, but rather that Su Yu's cultivation realm was simply too low—merely the Lingyun Realm. Between Lingyun and Quasi-Invincible lay the Shanhai and Sun Moon Realms. Even if Su Yu had previously demonstrated strength on par with the Sun Moon Realm, it was only barely equivalent to the higher tiers, not even reaching the ninth tier. Zhan Wushuang had suffered a loss last time, and once bitten, twice shy! "Wushuang, you should seal your six senses as well. The mental shock is quite agonizing. I will keep watch!" "No need!" Zhan Wushuang replied in a heavy voice, his eyes locked onto everyone. Even though the battering caused his sea of will to tremble, he did not close his eyes. To close his eyes and seal his senses would be handing his life entirely over to Yu Sheng. Others might feel secure, but he certainly did not. Despite his repeated reminders and despite the gravity even the Invincibles attached to the situation, Yu Sheng continued to act as though there was no harm, no worry, no big deal... Such a careless attitude made Zhan Wushuang deeply uneasy. If Su Yu was here, he was either among the god race, the immortal race, or the demon race—a one-in-three chance! Yes, he was wagering that Su Yu was hiding among the survivors of these three races. With such high odds—and the demon race was actually less likely because Moduona was there, under countless eyes, making Su Yu less prone to infiltrating them—it was essentially a fifty-fifty chance. Yet Yu Sheng remained so careless! Was a Quasi-Invincible so invincible? Strong, yes, but don't forget how Yang Hu and Zhan Kui died! The outside world claimed Zhan Kui was killed by Yang Hu, and that Moduona had finished off a heavily wounded Yang Hu... Absolute nonsense! Zhan Wushuang suspected they had both been taken down by Su Yu and Moduona. Meanwhile, Su Yu was entirely exasperated. What is Zhan Wushuang doing? Do I have to be in your god race? What a tedious guy! You still owe me a lot of blood essence you haven't handed over! He couldn't be bothered to pay further attention. Closing his eyes to recuperate, he allowed his willpower to seep inward, continuing to spread toward the 109th gold vein. Bingfeng had no time to spare for him now. The entire seventh floor had descended into turmoil, and death qi was flooding across it. A massive army of dead spirits was sweeping over the seventh floor. Boom! Outside, Bingfeng acted swiftly, blasting away a dead spirit and freezing the surrounding area before making a rapid exit. At this moment, there were far too many dead spirits on the seventh floor. Their sheer numbers weren't the problem; their strength was relatively average. The real issue was that a dense swarm of these creatures would inevitably expose everyone's positions. Fierce battles raged everywhere. Wherever the fighting was intense, people were bound to be there. ... Su Yu ignored it all. Fight all you want; I need to direct Xingyue's work first. If you don't kill a few Invincibles, won't you be letting down your status as Invincible dead spirits? There are over ten of you! How can you be so useless, failing to kill a single person up to now? "Lady Xingyue, if you still can't kill the immortal kings, head to King Gong Mansion and destroy the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus! Someone will definitely intervene. Watch who steps in, and draw out all those old fogies lurking in the dark! Let them fight among themselves!" "Of course, if you can kill those immortal race fellows first, take them out!" "Also, once you kill an Invincible, remember to extract their blood essence. Whatever else happens, you must obtain blood essence..." Su Yu rattled off instructions rapidly. Xingyue and the others were truly incompetent. Eleven dead spirit monarchs—such terrifying might! Right now, everyone else was only looking out for their own skin. How hard could it be for you to slaughter a few immortal kings? "Do I need you to teach me?" That was Xingyue's reply. Su Yu paid it no mind. I'm not teaching you, just telling you what to do, honestly. He put it aside and resumed his own cultivation. He was waiting for an opportunity. He had no idea when that opportunity would finally arrive. ... Meanwhile, inside King Gong Mansion. Battle was erupting there as well! In the backyard, someone attempted to force their way inside. Before they could enter, an Invincible struck with a palm, shattering them into pieces. Soon after, a Quasi-Invincible dead spirit manifested inside King Gong Mansion. However, no Invincible dead spirits emerged. Even so, someone shouted, "Do not kill Quasi-Invincible dead spirits inside the mansion! Otherwise, it will trigger the dead spirit realm, and dead spirit monarchs from other territories will travel here along the rules!" When the dead spirit monarchs here were insufficient or proved ineffective, dead spirit monarchs from other regions would appear. They didn't even need to travel on foot; as though hearing a summons, they could teleport directly across space. Thus, King Gong Mansion remained a perilous ground where one could not lightly kill Quasi-Invincible dead spirits. The dead spirits outside were another matter; having broken through the rules on their own, they naturally enjoyed no protection from them. The Invincible who had struck quickly stopped paying attention to that Quasi-Invincible dead spirit. He cast a glance at the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus in the courtyard, his eyes blazing with fervency. The Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus! Yet at this moment, no one dared approach. Whoever got close was doomed. Not even an Invincible could withstand it! Most of the Invincibles were gathering toward this location; this was the true core of their contest. More and more Invincibles arrived. Soon, the Head of the Heaven Division appeared. Upon arriving, he wasted no words and tossed a corpse straight into the lotus pond. In an instant, the lotuses in the pond absorbed the flesh and blood. The blooming Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus swayed gently in the breeze, looking as though its final petal might unfold at any moment. The Head of the Heaven Division said indifferently, "While the immortal race isn't here, let it bloom early and end this struggle!" Excluding the immortal race was the best possible outcome. One less race meant less competition. Tossing in the corpse of a Quasi-Invincible had merely made the celestial lotus a bit more radiant and accelerated the process slightly. The Head of the Heaven Division glanced at the blooming celestial lotus and stated, "In another two hours, this treasure will reach maturity!" At these words, the breathing of those in the surroundings grew slightly heavier. Even Invincibles could not keep their minds as calm as still water at such a time. They wanted it too badly! Advancing to Dao Integration was simply too difficult, but with this item, one could forcefully breach that threshold and become a Half-Emperor-level powerhouse revered throughout the heavens and myriad realms. Boom! In the distance, the clash between the dead spirits and the immortal race continued to rage. Someone chuckled faintly. "This time, the dead spirits seem to have locked onto the immortal race. Did the immortal race offend them somehow?" Truthfully, they found it rather bizarre. Dead spirits were normally an unruly, disordered lot whom few could command. Even Hetu had failed back in the day; it had gone well at first, but later the dead spirits descended into frenzy and slaughtered indiscriminately. That loss of control had ultimately led the Old Turtle to step in and strike down Hetu. The first tide's upheaval had ended at Hetu's hands precisely because the dead spirits had spun completely out of control. If they had possessed military discipline, Hetu would naturally have possessed methods to circumvent the rules. Unfortunately, he had overestimated himself and underestimated the inherent chaos of dead spirits, brewing a bitter consequence. A crowd of onlookers watched the spectacle. The arrival of the dead spirits had indeed muddied the waters! ... Meanwhile. Among the dead spirits, one grumbled impatiently, "These bugs are so troublesome. Why don't we just hunt freely instead!" Xingyue felt a wave of powerlessness. Without the constraints of the rules, these dead spirit monarchs had far too strong an impulse to act on their own whims. They possessed a ravenous urge for destruction and slaughter, and failing to finish off these immortal kings after so long had made them restless! Xingyue grew anxious as well. Had she barely become the leader of these dead spirit monarchs only to lose command almost immediately? "Damn Su Yu, what do we do now?" Xingyue was getting frantic. What should she do? The dead spirit monarchs were fiercely individualistic. Unable to slay the immortal kings after all this time, everyone was growing impatient and looking to run off to find their own opponents, targets, and prey. Soon, Xingyue received a message. Seeing that the dead spirit monarchs were on the verge of dispersing, Xingyue quickly transmitted her voice: "We must kill the immortals! If we don't, we won't be able to open the teleportation gate. Slaying an immortal king is also preparation for entering the Star Residence Mansion next time—otherwise, the dead spirit passage Hetu opened won't hold for long!" The dead spirits were taken aback. Slaying immortals was related to opening a teleportation gate? They looked toward Hetu. What did Hetu know? He didn't even know how he had teleported here in the first place. Seeing everyone look his way, he quickly said, "Xingyue probably knows more about this..." Don't ask me! I have no idea what's going on right now. Normally I can bluff my way through, but having Xingyue here makes things awkward for me. I don't know as much as she does, so it's getting hard to maintain the ruse. "Then let's kill one! Xingyue, is killing one enough?" "Barely. One drop of blood essence teleports one of us. If we kill one and extract some blood essence, it should roughly suffice for our teleportation. Of course, the more we kill, the better..." "Fine, then let's kill!" Only then were the dead spirits reinvigorated. Howling wildly, they chased the five immortal kings across the terrain. King Xuanhe and King Yueshi were both cursing frantically in their hearts! Damn it! Have these dead spirits lost their minds? Why are they fixated solely on killing us? "Hurry to King Gong Mansion and drag everyone else into this, or we're all finished!" The immortal kings transmitted their voices frantically. Move! Otherwise, they were truly going to perish. Without another word, the immortal kings fled toward King Gong Mansion. If misfortune was coming, everyone was going down together. Rumble! In the sky, several temporal passages manifested, only to be severed instantly by several powerful dead spirits. The immortal kings coughed up blood, and Hetu joined the fray, battering them until their faces were ghastly pale and their three embodiments showed signs of unraveling. Just as King Gong Mansion came into view, Hetu and Tuofa, who had held back until now, suddenly roared in unison. Several Invincible dead spirits poured every ounce of their strength into striking down a single immortal king! This time, the temporal passage was shattered instantly. Hetu struck with a palm, sending the immortal king violently vomiting blood, while Tuofa followed up with a punch that blew his physical body apart! Boom! The River of Time surged through the void. Up ahead, one of the fleeing immortal kings glanced back, while further in front, King Xuanhe shouted, "Keep running!" What are you looking back for? Look any longer, and we'll all be done for. "Damn it!" The immortal king who had looked back changed expression and darted straight into King Gong Mansion. Meanwhile, the intercepted immortal king's expression twisted in horror. He let out a furious roar—boom! Heaven and earth cracked as a temporal passage tore through the void, its other end leading directly into King Gong Mansion. His fused state of three embodiments was forcibly shattered, revealing three physical forms at once. One was obliterated instantly. The second could not delay the dead spirits for even a breath before being blown apart. However, the third embodiment stepped rapidly into the River of Time, reappearing inside King Gong Mansion in the blink of an eye, his expression hideous. Just as he moved to flee deeper inside, a figure suddenly materialized beside him. "Hehe, mine!" In an instant, over a hundred figures of Lan Tian manifested around him. The moment they appeared, they detonated themselves madly. Rumble! Hundreds of avatars exploded violently, blasting the immortal king's final embodiment until it teetered on the brink of collapse. With a wet squelch, a jade-white palm pierced straight through his head, impaled his sea of will, and gouged out a carrier. Thud! The immortal king's body ruptured; all three embodiments had fallen. "Lan Tian!" Yueshi Immortal King and the others roared in fury. They were only a short distance away. A few avatars of Lan Tian remained. He chuckled sinisterly. "Invincibles are quite easy to kill, aren't they?" A chorus of Invincibles cursed! Easy to kill? That unfortunate bastard had two embodiments destroyed by dead spirits, his third was grievously injured, and then you ambushed him! That's the only reason you killed him, you...! There was no time for words. At this moment, even within the Star Residence Mansion, a massive expanse of blood-red clouds materialized. It extended outside! It spread across the heavens! Above Lan Tian's head, a cloud suddenly formed. In the next instant, six or seven Invincibles appeared on the spot. A demon king, cold and ruthless, brought an axe crashing down! A heavenly reward! This meant this particular avatar might very well be Lan Tian's primary body. Having slain an Invincible, Lan Tian was naturally entitled to a reward; after all, he was no dead spirit. "Don't do that!" Lan Tian let out a petulant whine. It hadn't been easy for him to get a reward, yet they were ruining it. He shouted, "Su Yu, what are you doing?" Several Invincibles turned their heads in an instant. Anyone else, they might ignore. Su Yu... they had to pay attention to him! They looked back... and there was not a damned thing. The demon king paid no heed to the trick. His axe was already descending upon Lan Tian with overwhelming might. This monstrosity had to die; he was just as bizarrely dangerous as Su Yu! "How truly heartbreaking!" Lan Tian wore a helpless expression. With a deafening crash, he was cleaved into fragments by the axe. All surrounding avatars vanished in an instant, as if he had died. Yet another demon king soon shouted, "He's not dead!" If he had died, there would have been a cosmic phenomenon! At that moment, far in the distance, another Lan Tian stepped forward. Soon, avatar after avatar emerged, though their auras were somewhat diminished. Lan Tian wore a face full of sorrow. "It's over, one of my primary bodies was killed by you people! It's over, it's over! My strength has dropped!" "..." His strength had indeed dropped, and the body killed was indeed one of his primary bodies—but it was only one of them! At that moment, the Invincibles felt like exploding with rage. He survived even that? The vessel receiving the heavenly reward wasn't even his true body? Damn it all—could it be that this fellow truly had no primary body left? ... The seventh floor was locked in fierce, chaotic combat. Slaughter raged everywhere. Outside. Blood-red clouds drifted across the sky. Among the immortal race, the expressions of the immortal kings turned deeply unsightly. The first Invincible to fall was from their race. They had anticipated that Invincibles would perish this time. Yet knowing the first to die belonged to the immortal race was still hard to swallow. "Alas!" A sigh rang out, Tiangu's voice sounding noticeably weathered. An immortal king had fallen! Out of the five immortal kings inside, one had actually died. What about the others? Furthermore, regarding Quasi-Invincibles: the immortal race had sent in four, and now... none remained. Yes, none. They had all been slaughtered! Not a single one was left! At this point, the immortal race was reduced to four immortal kings and fewer than two hundred ordinary geniuses and experts. The powerhouses of the immortal race tasted bitter defeat. Who did this? The immortal race had truly met with terrible luck this time. Their geniuses were the first to be wiped out, their Quasi-Invincibles were the first to be wiped out, and now their immortal kings were the first to fall. None dared say all their kings would perish, for fear the jinx would come true! Five immortal kings! If all of them died, the immortal race would cough up blood from the loss. Several immortal kings had already had their three-life embodiments shattered previously. If a few more died here, the immortal race's foundation would suffer devastating damage. "Zhigu Immortal King was not the strongest, but in a battle between Eternals, unless the gap is vast, who could slay him while all five immortal kings were present?" An immortal king said coldly, "There can't be many capable of killing him!" Clearly, they suspected either the Head of the Heaven Division or the Blood Fire Demon King. Those two were the strongest. Neither the Heaven Hunting Pavilion nor the demon race spoke. Given the current chaos, those outside had no way of knowing what was truly happening. ... Inside the Star Residence Mansion. As the surviving immortal kings fled into King Gong Mansion, the number of Invincibles inside swelled, while the dead spirits outside did not dare charge in recklessly. In particular, the presence of the Guiyuan Saber struck fear into the dead spirits. Xingyue's position as leader was suddenly rendered useless. Tuofa sent a voice transmission: "We killed an immortal king, but we didn't extract much blood—only four drops of blood essence. The rest was obliterated. Xingyue, is that enough?" Xingyue accepted the blood essence. Knowing these creatures were growing restless, she said no more and transmitted back, "It will do for now!" Hearing this, the dead spirits felt as though a weight had been lifted from their shoulders. Ceasing to care about anything else, they vanished from the spot one after another without so much as a parting word! Hetu remained, glaring coldly at Xingyue. Only after the other dead spirits departed did he speak in an eerie voice: "Did you really think dead spirits were so easy to control? Xingyue, are you trying to unify the dead spirit realm?" Xingyue looked at him as if he were an idiot. When had she ever said that? What a strange fellow! Hetu could not be bothered to converse with her further. He said coldly, "By the way, what about that little fellow you converted? If I remember correctly, you're the one who converted him. He isn't dead, is he?" "Su Yu?" "Yes!" Hetu said eerily, "That brat offended me. Xingyue, tell me where he is so I can go kill him... Naturally, I'll compensate you!" Xingyue regarded him with a chilled gaze. After a moment, she replied, "He disguised himself as Moduona of the demon race. Right now, he should be inside a demon king's Heaven armament or secret realm. It would be fine if you killed him; that fellow causes too much trouble!" Hetu was skeptical, but he no longer cared. He had no desire to stay near Xingyue. Soon, he prepared to depart with Daidai, but after a moment's thought, he snorted and looked toward Daidai. "You stay with Xingyue!" With that, he vanished. Daidai looked blankly at Xingyue, thoroughly bewildered. Xingyue was equally lost. Why follow me? This fellow looked like he had only recently revived; having him follow her was pointless. Dull, foolish, incapable of doing anything, completely brainless. Just as Xingyue was about to drive him away, she hesitated, and her death qi fluctuated for a moment. ... Inside the Illusion Sky Mirror. Su Yu felt utterly helpless. A bunch of useless dead spirits, dispersing just like that? And with that lack of discipline, they actually talked about marching out of the dead spirit realm to wage war on the living? Zero patience! Still, having killed an immortal king wasn't entirely bad. Yet eleven dead spirits besieging five immortal kings had only managed to take down one. One had to admit their coordination was abysmal. Otherwise, with Hetu, Tuofa, and the formidable Daidai present, wiping out the immortal race—who lacked a seventh-tier Eternal—should have been as easy as turning a hand. While lamenting this, he felt a transmission from Xingyue. "A newly revived dead spirit was dumped on me by Hetu. He's totally brainless. Do you think I should ditch him?" "..." Su Yu was speechless. He could hear the impatience in Xingyue's tone. Good grief! Such a golden opportunity, such a powerful enforcer, and you want to discard him? No wonder you've achieved so little! He had seen that foolish dead spirit before; the creature was exceptionally powerful, even if his memories were indeed scarce. Su Yu quickly replied, "Keep him! He might save your life at a crucial moment. How can you casually throw away a dead spirit that strong?" You dead spirits are truly hopeless. Right now, Su Yu only wished his own strength were greater. Otherwise, he would have disguised himself as a dead spirit and usurped leadership over the whole lot. The dead spirit realm possessed immense strength, yet they were like a heap of loose sand. With identical numbers and power, they couldn't compete against the living races at all. No wonder the various races had dared to let them in! If Su Yu hadn't nudged Xingyue into uniting the dead spirits, that immortal king wouldn't have been killed either. "Fine then!" Xingyue replied, and quickly added, "I don't need you to lecture me!" When did I ever need your instructions? "What now? King Gong Mansion is packed with Eternals from the realm of the living. Tuofa and the others ran off; they're afraid of the Guiyuan Saber and don't dare enter King Gong Mansion, so they're outside hunting living beings..." Xingyue asked again. Su Yu thought for a moment before saying, "Just wait for now, it's fine! Sooner or later, everyone will gather at King Gong Mansion, including the dead spirits. All dead spirits possess an innate thirst for slaughter. Once everyone outside is dead, they will naturally converge on King Gong Mansion!" "..." Xingyue didn't feel like talking to him, but Su Yu was right. Dead spirits truly carried an instinct for slaughter; it was dictated by the rules. Every dead spirit yearned to charge into the realm of the living; it was their primal nature. A trait ingrained in their very bones that could not be altered. That was why dead spirit monarchs guarded those passages, launching charge after charge into the living world. From the moment they revived from the Dead Spirit River, a single thought consumed them: reach the realm of the living and butcher their way out! Powerful dead spirits could exercise some self-restraint, but the weak were driven purely by instinct. Hearing Su Yu's reasoning, Xingyue didn't bother to argue further. Finally, she replied, "By the way, after killing that fellow, I only got four drops of blood essence. Do you want them? If you do, I can bestow them upon you—so long as you serve me well!" "Of course!" Su Yu was overjoyed. Xingyue had actually obtained blood essence. Four drops! Not bad at all! Even if consuming one drop unlocked a page, the remaining three would be enough to sustain him in battle for dozens of minutes—provided that consuming Invincible blood essence wouldn't kill him. Right now, it might still prove difficult. However, after undergoing a few more transformations, it should be feasible. ... As Su Yu and Xingyue conversed, more and more survivors began converging toward King Gong Mansion. The most perilous place had now paradoxically become the safest. Outside, dead spirits were running rampant. With those dead spirit monarchs no longer grouped together and roaming about at will, no place was safe. Even experts who had hidden themselves exceptionally well were rooted out and slain by the dead spirit monarchs. Some were directly converted into dead spirits on the spot. Gradually, everyone remaining on the seventh floor gathered inside King Gong Mansion. Even God King Bingfeng entered King Gong Mansion with Su Yu and the others, regrouping with the rest of the god kings. Only one Invincible had fallen, but Quasi-Invincibles and Sun Moon experts had suffered massive casualties. The flares of collapsing Sun Moon bodies rose continuously across the seventh floor. In the backyard, around the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus, several Invincibles hovered at the perimeter. None advanced, yet none withdrew. When the surviving immortal kings arrived, everyone remained silent. The immortal race had suffered grave losses this time. The surviving immortal kings wore gloomy, murderous expressions. They had met with sheer rotten luck! After recovering some of his vitality, King Xuanhe said chillingly, "Everyone, the immortal race has no intention of vying for the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus this time. However, if you wish for us to withdraw, there is one condition!" At these words, Zhu Tianfang sighed softly among the crowd. Don't even ask—it was bound to involve the human race! It was inevitable! These fellows were always like this. Even if the gods, demons, and immortals battered each other bloody, at the final moment, they would always turn their sights on the human race. Sure enough, Xuanhe said maliciously, "It is fine for the immortal race to refrain from the contest. But one person must die: Su Yu! I suspect he is hiding on the human race's side. The humans have the most survivors. Either slaughter them all, or... have them open their seas of will one by one for our inspection! Gentlemen, executing Su Yu is not merely the wish of my immortal race. You all understand his significance!" "If Su Yu isn't killed, the human race's potential is far beyond what they have shown!" "..." Zhu Tianfang was beyond speaking. He had truly seen it coming. The immortal race had suffered a setback, and now they wanted to recoup their dignity from the humans. And Su Yu was indeed a target everyone wanted dead. With the immortal race stepping aside, forcing the human race out as well would drastically reduce the competition. If they could also locate and execute Su Yu, it would be an absolute triumph! ... Inside the Illusion Sky Mirror, Su Yu remained completely silent. These bastards won't stop until heaven and earth are overturned! Utterly despicable! Time and again, they picked fights with him. Now, whenever they targeted the human race, they used his name as an excuse to rally the myriad races against them. Even though Su Yu claimed he and the human race owed each other nothing, the humans truly had been dragged down by him on multiple occasions. Su Yu felt a mix of helplessness and fury. Unable to kill me, you repeatedly corner the human race. The immortal race is truly shameless and repulsive. Every last one of you deserves to be exterminated—your entire race wiped out! Su Yu suppressed the fury in his chest. For now, he was powerless to change anything. His only path lay with the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus! He extended his willpower outward, looking toward the Nine-Leaf Celestial Lotus. The final petal was slowly unfurling, on the verge of blooming entirely. "Immortal race... If I ever gain the power to slaughter Invincibles, I might spare others, but not a single immortal will live!" Su Yu vowed silently in his heart. This race had thoroughly ignited his wrath!