Chapter 2470
Only when the origin of the gods was truly in his hands did Mu Cangyan dare to relax his tense nerves slightly. A strange light, barely perceptible to others, flashed in his cold, deep eyes, mixed with complex emotions.
The Sea of Illusion, home to the ancient divine race.
Having lost its source, the clan's protective formation could no longer hold on and collapsed with a roar, turning into countless fragments.
The remaining rules of annihilation were like wolves among sheep, destroying everything in their path.
In the blink of an eye, tens of thousands of gods perished.
Fortunately, with numerous imperial weapons guarding them, the divine race still retained some embers and was not completely wiped out. However, those who survived had all had their Dao hearts shattered, their faces filled with despair, feeling no will to live and wishing they were dead.
"Our clan's origins... are gone."
The clan chief was completely drained of strength and collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, unable to even lift a finger.
His eyes were lifeless and vacant.
His face was deathly pale, as if his soul had been ripped out.
Having witnessed the situation unfold to this point, the clan leader knew that he was powerless to reverse the tide. He waited, waiting for Mu Cangyan to strike again and end this life.
He felt no fear of death, but he was unable to face the fact that his tribe had been wiped out.
An ancient race that has survived for tens of millions of years has unexpectedly come to an end today. Moreover, it perished at his hands.
The clan leader couldn't accept it; his eyes glazed over, and he only wished that the storm would strike again and take him away from this world.
Most of the surviving members of the divine race are in worse condition than their chieftain. Some have suffered mental breakdowns and are wailing in madness; others are mentally impaired and awaiting death.
However, the clan leader waited for a long time but never saw the death scythe fall.
The clan leader looked up and found that the projection of the sea of mist above had become very quiet, with no trace of the rules of annihilation surging forth.
This situation seems to indicate that Mu Cangyan has stopped.
What is he trying to do? Does he feel uncomfortable enough and want to continue toying with her?
The entire Protoss race was speculating, their faces filled with sorrow.
After a while, still no ominous force descended from the sky.
Originally, in the turbulent Sea of Illusion, the forbidden rules operated autonomously, causing the waves to gradually calm down.
"come!"
Unable to discern Mu Cangyan's true intentions, the clan chief, though limp and powerless, still gritted his teeth and roared, his mouth filled with thick, black blood, his voice hoarse, wailing in pain.
Having come to this point, the clan chief only sought death as an atonement for his sins.
Mu Cangyan probably didn't hear the clan leader's howl, and even if he did, he wouldn't pay any attention to it.
We've already obtained the Protoss's essence; our goal has been achieved. There's no need to create unnecessary complications.
At this time, the gods were riddled with holes, barely holding on with the help of their imperial weapons. Mu Cangyan only needed to spend a tiny bit of time to slaughter the entire gods, leaving no one alive.
However, Mu Cangyan never had this intention from the beginning.
Perhaps, with the passage of time, he has let go of the grudges of his youth; perhaps, he wants to torture the gods in a more cruel way, so that after they lose their origin, they will live a life worse than death, which is more painful than any torture in the world.
In short, Mu Cangyan has lost interest in the gods and is leaving them to fend for themselves.
The gods must either take their own lives or find a way to survive.
Having lost their original source of inheritance, the gods are no longer qualified to hide in the Sea of Illusion. Once the residual power of the original rules has completely dissipated, even if the gods still possess many resources, it will be difficult for them to withstand the terrifying rules of the Immortal Bone Forbidden Zone.
"Do it!"
The clan chief looked around at the ruins and thousands of gruesome corpses, raised his head and shouted, his voice hoarse and desperate.
Mu Cangyan's attention was entirely focused on the Primordial Mother Tree beside her, and she didn't care about the life or death of the gods.
As for that branch, it returned to Mu Cangyan's hands through a special teleportation diagram.
At the edge of the Twin Lotus Galaxy, An Xiruo and Wang Taohua witnessed this scene. Although the scene was blurry, they still knew exactly what was happening.
"The Protoss are doomed."
Wang Taohua was shocked and speechless.
Even the usually aloof An Xiruo showed a surprised expression, her bright eyes sparkling, and her hands involuntarily clenched tightly.
In a certain place, although Situ Lin and Nangong Ge were not in the Northern Wilderness, they deduced a general outline and could not remain calm, exclaiming in surprise: "The Divine Race!"
The two looked at each other, both seeing the turmoil churning in each other's eyes. The course of events was unpredictable.
Amidst the misty chessboard, dozens of emperors witnessed this scene. Though shocked, they remained calm. They were unaware of the significance of the Primordial Gods, nor did they understand the profound impact Mu Cangyan's move would have on the future situation.
The emperors knew far too little about the land of China; otherwise, they would not have merely expressed their amazement.
"He has successfully taken away the fundamental path of the gods!"
Chen Qingyuan could no longer sit still. He stood on the platform, his brows furrowed, his face solemn.
No one expected that Mu Cangyan would actually set her sights on the Divine Race. Her methods were swift and unstoppable.
The specific process of Mu Cangyan's actions was probably only clearly seen by Emperor Taiwei; the rest of us could only draw a conclusion from the collapse of the divine race's great formation.
Having dealt with the gods before, Chen Qingyuan had a basic understanding of them. The gods of today had lost their mysterious and unpredictable aura; they could see many things and were no different from ordinary races.
"His abilities are extraordinary."
Chen Qingyuan didn't know how Mu Cangyan had done it, and he felt extremely apprehensive and threatened.
"With the Great Emperor Taiwei overseeing things, the situation shouldn't escalate to an uncontrollable point!"
No matter how much pressure he was under, Chen Qingyuan always believed that the Taiwei Emperor had the ability to turn the tide.
Time is running out.
The more extraordinary Mu Cangyan's performance, the more urgent Chen Qingyuan felt. Only by entering the realm of the Emperor could he enter the core of the game, debate and compete with true peak beings, and determine who was superior.
Once Mu Cangyan successfully enters the realm of immortality, the lives of Chen Qingyuan and the others will be entirely in his hands. This feeling of having no control over one's own life and death is very uncomfortable.
Whether for his own sake or to protect those he cares about, Chen Qingyuan must remain steadfast in his beliefs and go against the tide!
"This method of enlightenment is still too slow!"
Chen Qingyuan watched the fluctuations of the Daoist aura emanating from the emperors and murmured to himself.
This is an exceptionally rare place for enlightenment, where Chen Qingyuan has been studying the paths of others, steadily improving his strength without ever encountering a bottleneck.
Give him at most another ten thousand years, and he will surely be able to break through the obstacles in his path and ascend to the throne.
Ten thousand years is not a fleeting moment, but it is not a very long time for a great cultivator.
However, let alone giving Chen Qingyuan tens of thousands of years to cultivate, even several thousand years would be a luxury.
"We need to change our approach."
Having witnessed the suffering of the gods, Chen Qingyuan wanted to speed up his pace.
