Chapter 1099 Ancient Clan Alliance, Unexpected Visitor
The sky above the Floating Pagoda Realm has been transformed into the center of a vortex of destruction.
The majestic and ancient ancestral pagoda is filled with black and white divine light that suppresses all ages. Each ray of light is as heavy as a star, attempting to completely crush and seal the ancient ancestral cauldron that exudes a savage aura.
The tower hummed, faintly connected to the earth veins of the entire ancestral land of Futu, drawing endless ancient power, as if it would not rest until it suppressed the rebel below.
The Maha Yin-Yang Bottle hangs high, its mouth no longer pouring forth torrents, but instead evolving into boundless killing intent.
The black and white energies sometimes transformed into giant blades that cleaved the sky, sometimes condensed into demonic shadows that devoured divine souls, and sometimes evolved into meteorites that shattered stars. From all directions, they bombarded the defenses of the Ancient Ancestral Cauldron and the approaching Mo Yu like a storm.
The reversal of Yin and Yang, the creation and destruction of life—every strike embodies the profound understanding of the ultimate principles of heaven and earth by the ancient Maha clan, making it unpredictable and impossible to defend against.
The ancient ancestral cauldron, located at the very heart of the storm, stood firm like a pillar stabilizing the sea or a ferocious beast.
On the body of the cauldron, the patterns that recorded the ancient laws flowed with light, forming a layer of chaotic halo that repelled and distorted most of the suppressing power of the ancestral tower.
Inside the cauldron, the primordial world roared and churned, like a giant millstone, constantly swallowing, crushing, and refining the incoming Yin-Yang killing power!
Although the cauldron was trembling slightly and its light was flickering, clearly under immense pressure, it remained firmly anchored in the void, withstanding the combined bombardment of the two ancient clans' sacred artifacts!
Mo Yu stood to one side of the Ancestral Cauldron, his body surrounded by a surging sea of chaotic lightning, constantly injecting pure lightning essence into the Ancestral Cauldron to provide it with a continuous source of energy. At the same time, he wielded the Spear of Judgment to shatter the scattered attacks that bypassed the Ancestral Cauldron's defenses.
The Heavenly Gang Thunder Emperor's body, like the most loyal guardian, roamed around the ancestral cauldron, using his invincible physical body to withstand the Yin-Yang killing moves of those who slipped through the net. Wherever the Heavenly Gang Thunder Fist went, black and white light exploded.
In an instant, the three incomparably powerful sacred artifacts, together with their owners, formed a terrifying balance in the air, with none able to overcome the others!
However, the destructive energy collision and annihilation of the Dao principles caused the entire Floating Pagoda Realm to teeter on the brink of collapse. The sky was covered with cracks, and the earth continued to sink. If it weren't for the ancient formations protecting the ancestral land of the Floating Pagoda Clan, it would probably have already completely collapsed.
Below, all the spectators were numb, left only with boundless shock and fear.
The battle for the highest rank has become incredibly fierce!
Even with all the sacred artifacts of the ancient clans brought out, they still failed to defeat that Thunder Emperor!
Qing Yanjing held her son tightly, her beautiful eyes fixed on the sky, her heartstrings taut to the extreme.
Qingxuan and the other members of the Futu clan also had mixed feelings, both shocked by Moyu's power and worried about the survival of their ancestral land.
The most conflicted were the powerful members of the Ancient Wilderness Clan who had been invited to the wedding banquet. Originally, as guests, they were only representing the Ancient Wilderness Clan to attend the marriage ceremony between the Maha Ancient Clan and the Futu Ancient Clan.
But who would have thought that this marriage would attract Mo Yu, this plague god? Just two years ago, Mo Yu not only stole the Desolate Ancestor Body from the Desolate Ancient Clan, but also caused the Desolate Ancient Clan to lose face.
Of course, that would be fine if it were just that. After all, the Ancient Desolate Clan believes in power, and Mo Yu is stronger than them. Therefore, although it is domineering and tyrannical to take away the Desolate Ancestor Body, it is still acceptable to the entire Ancient Desolate Clan.
But to the surprise of the ancient tribes present, facing the combined attack of the two sacred artifacts protecting the Maha and Futu tribes, Mo Yu actually summoned the Ancient Ancestral Cauldron.
This is the sacred artifact protecting his ancient clan! Now it's being used by outsiders for the 'internal slaughter' of the five ancient clans. If this news gets out, it will not only attract criticism from the outside world, but may even trigger internal accusations from the five ancient clans.
"Damn it! Damn it!!!"
Amidst the complex thoughts of the various factions below, the most anxious and furious person in the arena was none other than Maha Tian.
His eyes were bloodshot, his hair was disheveled, and he no longer possessed his former dignified demeanor.
He originally thought that by bringing out the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle and joining forces with the Floating Pagoda, he could suppress Mo Yu in an instant and save face.
Unexpectedly, the opponent not only possessed powerful Dharma bodies and clones, but also a Desolate Ancient Ancestral Cauldron comparable to a sacred artifact of an ancient clan!
Unable to break through after a prolonged attack, his spiritual energy and mental strength were being severely depleted, and the spiritual light of the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle dimmed somewhat. Each activation left him feeling weak.
What frustrated him even more was that this battle took place among the Futu Ancient Clan, so the strength of his Maha Ancient Clan could not be fully utilized, and the power of the Yin-Yang Bottle could not be fully enhanced by the ancestral land.
In contrast, although Mo Yu was simultaneously activating his Dharma Body and Sacred Artifact, which must have been incredibly taxing, his expression remained cold and composed. The Ancient Ancestral Cauldron seemed like a bottomless pit, devouring and refining the attacks, and even showing signs of nourishing him.
This ebb and flow, and if the stalemate continues, it will be increasingly disadvantageous for him and Futu Xuan!
"Elder Futu Xuan! This can't go on any longer!"
Maha Tian suddenly turned his head and sent a sharp telepathic message to Fu Tu Xuan, whose face was equally grim.
"This fiend is vicious and has a multitude of trump cards up his sleeve! Relying solely on sacred artifacts to wear him down will likely yield no result! Are you really going to stand by and watch our ancestral land be destroyed and lose all face?"
How could Fu Tu Xuan not be anxious? Every moment the ancestral tower was used, it consumed the accumulated resources of the Fu Tu ancient clan.
If this stalemate continues, Fu Tu Xuan Fei will become a sinner of the Fu Tu Ancient Clan!
He said in a deep voice, "Then what should Chief Maha do?"
A madness and ruthlessness flashed in Maha Tian's eyes, and his voice was like a cold wind blowing from the depths of hell: "Activate the ancient clan alliance and summon the holy army of my Maha ancient clan to descend!"
At the same time, your Futu Ancient Clan's 'Futu Guard' will be mobilized in full force, cooperating with our clan, using overwhelming numbers and military formations, along with sacred artifacts, to completely surround and annihilate Mo Yu and his Thunder Prison army here!
"I don't believe that with his mere strength as a newly promoted Saint-level cultivator and a newly emerging Thunder Prison cultivator, he can withstand the combined forces of our two ancient clans!"
"What?!" Fu Tu Xuan was shocked, his expression changing.
Inviting a foreign army into our ancestral land? This would undoubtedly be like inviting a wolf into the house, with endless troubles to come.
Moreover, a full-scale war with Lei Yu would be a super war affecting the entire Great Thousand Worlds, with immeasurable costs.
"What are you still hesitating for?!" Maha Tian almost roared.
"If we cannot kill this brat today, the prestige of our two ancient clans will be completely lost. How will we govern our subordinates in the future, and how will we stand among the five clans?"
Not to mention that Thunder Prison will surely rise to power and become a major threat to our ancient clan!
"While their wings are still weak and their foundation unstable, let's finish them off in one fell swoop! Futu Xuan, does your Futu Ancient Clan truly wish to suffer such a humiliating disgrace?!"
Maha Tian’s words were like poisonous thorns, piercing Fu Tu Xuan’s most sensitive spot.
Face, heritage, future threats... all sorts of factors were fiercely battling in his mind.
Looking at the still powerful Mo Yu in the sky, and at the countless gazes below that were filled with fear, complexity, or anticipation, the hesitation in Fu Tu Xuan's eyes was gradually replaced by a resolute determination to burn his bridges.
Yes, things have come to this point. If Mo Yu cannot be completely dealt with, the Futu Ancient Clan will never be able to hold their heads high again!
As for the consequences... After killing the Thunder Emperor, dividing his legacy and territory with the Maha Ancient Clan might be enough to make up for the losses, or even go further!
"Fine!" Fu Tu Xuan gritted his teeth, a fierce glint in his eyes. "As you say! Activate the alliance, summon..."
Just as Futu Xuan was about to make the decision that could trigger a war that would engulf the entire world, Maha Tian revealed a ferocious and triumphant smile on his face, preparing to send out the signal to summon the Maha Holy Army.
"Ugh…"
Suddenly, a sigh resounded between heaven and earth.
But this sigh was completely different from the cold and dry sighs of the two Saint-grade Heavenly Sovereigns of the Black Heaven Ancient Clan before.
It is peaceful and weathered, as if it has pierced through the ages, carrying a calmness that has seen all the changes in the world, yet it also contains an unquestionable majesty that transcends all the disputes present...
The sigh wasn't loud, but it strangely overpowered the deafening roar of the sacred objects clashing in the sky, clearly echoing in the hearts of everyone, including Mo Yu, Fu Tu Xuan, and Ma He Tian, who were engaged in fierce combat.
At the same time, a new, inconspicuous crack quietly appeared on the already shattered sky of the Floating Pagoda Realm.
There was no violent chaos of the thunderous sea, no encroachment of darkness, and no overwhelming pressure from the ancient clan's sacred artifacts.
Only one figure stepped out from the crack.
The newcomer was dressed in a simple black robe, with an ordinary face, a full head of white hair, a deeply lined and aged face, and an air of decay about him, like an old man on the verge of death.
However, this seemingly ordinary figure changed the moment he appeared.
Throughout the entire Floating Pagoda Realm, the raging energy storms, the aftershocks of the colliding and annihilating Dao principles, and the boiling killing intent and rage seemed to be soothed by an invisible, gentle yet absolutely powerful force.
It is not suppression, not confrontation, but a higher level of 'pacification'.
Like boiling water poured into ice, the soul of a raging beast is soothed.
The humming of the Ancient Ancestral Cauldron weakened, the divine light of the Floating Ancestral Pagoda subsided, and the killing intent of the Maha Yin-Yang Bottle froze.
Even Mo Yu's boiling chaotic sea of lightning seemed to be gently stroked by an invisible hand, becoming much more docile.
Everyone looked up in astonishment at the figure in black robes with white hair.
He stood there, his gaze calmly sweeping over the ravaged land and the terrified crowd below, over the three sacred objects confronting each other and their masters, and finally, that peaceful yet all-seeing gaze landed on Futu Xuan and Maha Tian.
"Chief of the Buddha Clan, Chief of the Maha Clan."
The old man in black robes and white hair spoke, his voice ancient and weathered, yet carrying an indescribable weight, as if his words were the very rules.
"Gentlemen, do you intend to activate the ancient clan alliance, summon a large army to enter the country, and fight to the death with the newly promoted saint of the human race?"
Fu Tu Xuan and Maha Tian were shocked. Looking at the old man in black robes with white hair, especially feeling the deep aura of old age and the extremely terrifying aura on the latter, a title that shocked them almost came out of their mouths!
Not only them, but also the old monsters from various super forces below, the Tai Ming Ancestor of the Tai Ling Ancient Clan, the two Saint-level experts of the Black Sky Ancient Clan, and even some guests with extensive knowledge, all had their expressions become solemn and their eyes filled with unparalleled respect after seeing the face of the black-robed, white-haired old man!
The black-robed, white-haired old man seemed unconcerned by their shock and continued speaking calmly, his gaze shifting to the imposing Heavenly Thunder Emperor in the air, or rather, to the Mo Yu at the core of the Dharma Body.
"And then there's Lord Lei Di, who, having just ascended to the Saint rank, has stirred up such a storm, fighting against two ancient races and forcing them to unleash their clan's sacred artifacts... Truly, heroes emerge from among the newcomers, no, it's thunder that shakes the universe."
"It has been a long time since such a powerful figure has appeared in this vast world. Lord Lei Di vaguely reminds me of an Immortal Emperor. Therefore, Lord Lei Di's abilities should not be used for the internal strife of the human race, but should be put to greater use and have a greater significance..."
His tone was neither positive nor negative, as if he were simply stating a fact and expressing a hope.
Mo Yu controlled the Heavenly Thunder Emperor's body, his chaotic thunder eyes fixed intently on this unexpected guest.
From this person, he sensed an unfathomable aura, a realm far surpassing that of Futu Xuan and Maha Tian, and even giving him a faint sense of pressure!
Although the other party was full of gloom and seemed ordinary, he gave him an extremely dangerous feeling, as if a ferocious beast capable of devouring the world was sleeping within him.
"Who are you?" Mo Yu asked in a deep voice, reducing some of his outward aura, but his vigilance was at its highest.
He vaguely guessed the other party's identity, but what puzzled him was why this person would get involved in his conflict with the ancient clan, and judging from the appearance of Futu Xuan and Mohe Tian, this person was not an accomplice invited by the two of them.
Upon hearing Mo Yu's question, the old man in black robes with white hair slightly raised his wrinkled face, and his ancient gaze swept across the entire scene once more. His peaceful voice, however, was like a final decree, resounding deep within the souls of every person whose heart was wavering.
"I am the immortal lord, and I am honored to be the leader of the Tomb Keeper clan."
"The matter here today has escalated enough, it should... come to an end."
The Gravekeepers, the Undying Lords!
These few simple words, however, were like a thunderclap from the heavens, exploding once again in the sky above the already overwhelmed Floating Pagoda Realm!
Boom!
Just as the atmosphere between heaven and earth became increasingly tense due to the appearance of the Undying Lord, an ancient bell rang out, seemingly coming from a distant place.
As the sound of bells rang out, the eyes of Saint-level experts such as Futu Xuan, Mohe Tian, and Taiming Ancestor all sharpened, and they raised their heads to look into the void.
"This is... the Great Thousand Bell of the Great Thousand Palace?"
Under their watchful eyes, a beam of light shot out from the void in this world, and from within the beam, a burly figure stepped through the air, his imposing aura sweeping across the world.
At the same time, a powerful and majestic voice resounded throughout the room.
"The Lord of Immortality was personally invited by me. I hope that for the sake of my Great Thousand Palace and the Lord of Immortality, both sides will cease hostilities today."
Mo Yu, Fu Tu Xuan, Mo He Tian and the others looked at the imposing figure with solemn expressions. They hadn't expected that even these two would show up today.
The Great Thousand Palace, slaying the Demon King, Qin Tian!
The Gravekeepers, the Undying Lords!
