Chapter 14319 Conditions
Bullying the small with the big!
These four words struck the hearts of the powerful figures of the Heavenly Abyss Holy Hall like a heavy hammer, instantly turning their faces ashen.
They knew in their hearts that the younger generation was not without geniuses; those chosen ones were all exceptionally talented and had outstanding abilities.
However, those geniuses did not accompany him on this trip.
Moreover, even if those geniuses were present, they might not be able to defeat Ling Xiao, who possesses such terrifying strength.
For a moment, everyone in the Tianyuan Holy Hall fell silent, the atmosphere so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
At this moment, everyone was standing on the back of an enormous roc.
This roc has a body as large as a mountain, and its wings spread wide, covering the sky and the sun. Every feather shimmers with a metallic luster, as if it were cast from fine steel.
It soared through the starry sky at an extremely high speed, causing the surrounding stars to tremble precariously from the air currents it created.
Yuwen Qingtian slowly turned around, looked at Tianjizi standing to the side, and asked in a deep and authoritative voice: "How much longer?"
Cold sweat instantly broke out on Tianjizi's forehead, sliding down his cheeks and dripping onto the star chart in his hand.
This star chart was crafted by Tianjizi with countless hours of painstaking effort. It was covered with mysterious runes and star patterns and was currently trembling violently, emitting a buzzing sound.
Tianjizi gripped the astrolabe tightly with both hands, trying to calm himself down, and said, "I have detected her presence. At most, half an hour!"
Half an hour! Ling Xiao's heart stirred slightly.
He wondered to himself: Can these people really find the Moon Maiden?
Yue Nu, the only woman he truly loved, her every smile and frown was deeply imprinted in Ling Xiao's heart.
Ever since Yue Nu disappeared, Ling Xiao has been thinking about her constantly.
He looked up at the endless starry sky, which seemed to hide countless secrets, as well as the traces of the Moon Maiden.
Ling Xiao's eyes revealed a hint of anticipation and anxiety; he desperately wanted to see Yue Nu as soon as possible.
Just then, Yuwen Qingtian suddenly spoke, breaking the brief silence: "Ling Xiao, before you left, the Holy Lord gave an order: if you are willing to hand over the divine artifact and submit to the Tianyuan Holy Hall, we can let you go."
"As long as the Overlord Empire pays 50 billion low-grade spirit crystals every year, we will only take half of the spiritual energy and preserve your world."
Yuwen Qingtian's voice was calm and indifferent, as if all of this was a matter of course.
Upon hearing Yuwen Qingtian's words, the faces of everyone from the Batian Empire turned ashen, as if shrouded in frost.
Their eyes burned with fury, as if they wanted to devour Yuwen Qingtian alive.
Ji Mingkong gripped the sword hilt tightly with her slender hands, her nails digging deep into her palms, her knuckles turning white from the extreme force.
Her eyes were filled with anger and defiance, as if she were declaring to Yuwen Qingtian: The Batian Empire will never submit to your tyranny!
Yun Wuji's eyes burned with fury, as if he wanted to set the entire starry sky ablaze.
His true energy overflowed uncontrollably, stirring up ripples in the starry sky. These ripples spread outwards like surging waves.
Yun Wuji had fought countless battles for the town throughout his life, and had never suffered such humiliation. At this moment, he wished he could rush up and fight Yuwen Qingtian to the death.
Even Ni Shuanghan, who was usually as calm as a mountain, had a gloomy expression and his hand holding the sword trembled slightly.
Did it absorb half of the spiritual energy of the Overlord Empire?
Pay 50 billion spirit crystals annually?
These conditions are like a demon's curse, designed to drain the bloodline of the Overlord Empire and utterly extinguish the vitality of this ancient land!
The Overlord Empire, a land steeped in countless years and bearing the blood, sweat, and glory of its ancestors, possesses a profound spiritual energy in every inch of its mountains and rivers. This energy forms the foundation for the cultivation of the empire's warriors and is the source of the land's prosperity.
Now, the Heavenly Abyss Temple is attempting to absorb half of its spiritual energy and demanding huge amounts of spirit crystals every year, which is undoubtedly pushing the Overlord Empire into an abyss of no return.
Once half of the spiritual energy is absorbed, the cultivation environment of the Overlord Empire will become extremely harsh.
Martial artists will face a shortage of spiritual energy during their cultivation, which will significantly slow down their cultivation speed and may even lead to a regression in their cultivation level.
If this continues, the warriors of the Overlord Empire will fall far behind other forces and will gradually be eliminated in the brutal competition of space.
The annual payment of 50 billion spirit crystals was like a heavy shackle, suffocating the Overlord Empire.
This means that all the spiritual energy that the warriors of the Batian Empire have painstakingly cultivated day and night must be continuously supplied to the Tianyuan Holy Hall, and that the resources of the Batian Empire will be ruthlessly plundered, causing economic development to stagnate or even regress.
Even more terrifying is that this will mean that the descendants of the Overlord Empire will be forced to serve the Heavenly Abyss Temple as slaves for generations, losing their freedom and dignity, and forever unable to escape their enslaved fate.
More importantly, it was this unforgettable humiliation!
The Overlord Empire was once a powerful force in the starry sky, possessing a glorious history and proud traditions.
Its warriors are all brave and fearless, willing to sacrifice their lives to protect their homeland.
Now, they are faced with such humiliating conditions. How can they endure this?
Even if Ling Xiao agrees for the sake of temporary peace, the thousands of warriors of the Overlord Empire will never agree.
Their hearts burned with fury; they would rather die here and defend the empire's dignity with their own blood than accept such humiliating conditions!
In the distance, Yuwen Qingtian's voice was as indifferent as ancient ice, as if it came from another cold world.
His golden eyes were devoid of any warmth, like two stagnant pools of water, sending chills down one's spine.
"If you do not agree, the Overlord Empire will disappear from the starry sky without leaving a trace."
"You should understand which is more important."
Yuwen Qingtian's words struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer, filling the Batian Empire with despair.
Ling Xiao pondered for a moment, a complex expression flashing in his eyes—anger, contemplation, and determination.
Suddenly, he smiled, a smile like the spring sunshine that instantly illuminated the surrounding darkness.
That smile carried a hint of cynicism, as if he didn't care about the predicament before him, yet it also contained a wisdom that saw through everything.
"To be honest, I was a little flustered when facing your Tianyuan Holy Temple army."
"After all, you have a strong army and a powerful force, while my Overlord Empire seems rather weak in comparison," Ling Xiao said slowly, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.
“But now I’m suddenly not panicking.” Ling Xiao’s tone changed, and his eyes sharpened, like two sharp swords.
Yuwen Qingtian's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and his aura suddenly intensified, as if an invisible pressure was gathering in the sky: "Why?"
Ling Xiao laughed out loud, the sound echoing in the sky, carrying an indescribable sense of freedom: "Because I saw the greed and cruelty of your Tianyuan Holy Hall, and I also saw the determination and courage of the warriors of the Batian Empire..." (End of this chapter)
