Refining the Mountains and Rivers

The demonized cultivators' eyes were blood red and their minds were flooded with slaughter intent, completely wiping out their rationality and leaving behind only a desire for destruction. Suddenly, they came to a stop.

They turned around and their blood red eyes locked onto the group. Deep, guttural roars came from the depths of their throats.

Layers of black scales appeared on the surface of their bodies. In the blink of an eye, these people had fully completed their demonization.

Bang -

Bang -

The ground ruptured and the demonized cultivators came rushing forward!

At the same time, the monster tree puppet soldiers and generals stopped hindering those people. With loud rumbles, they started racing towards the group!

The situation had instantly undergone a dramatic change!

Everyone had been waiting for those demonized cultivators to open the way for them. But now, before they could even curse at their bad luck, they were submerged by a terrifying barrage of attacks.

No one dared to hold back any further. From the moment the slaughter began, it entered into the superheated phase. Magic power fluctuations raged out like tsunamis, tearing apart the earth and shaking the heavens.

…

Qin Yu let out a long breath. The opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived. His foot took a step back and a boundless strength raced down from his spine, whistling into his feet. In another hundredth of a breath of time, he would shoot into the skies.

But in this brief moment, Qin Yu's complexion changed. He fell back down at an even faster speed, changing the direction in which he sent his strength. A wild strength blasted deep into the earth.

The ground blew apart. Countless tree roots emerged from the ground. They were a strange and macabre blood red. As the roots fell into the raging tide of strength, they only paused for a brief moment before whipping up towards Qin Yu once more.

But this period of time was more than enough for Qin Yu to evade. Still, his complexion had gone pale because he knew he had lost his chance to escape.

As he expected, the earth began to blow up again and again. Crimson tree roots shot up into the skies, crashing into his path like giant waves and constantly forcing him towards the location of the ancient tree monster.

His thoughts raced. He discovered that he couldn't fully tear apart the raging sea of roots. Darkly sighing in his heart, he stormed backwards.

…

Wearing a white dress, she was as pure as a lotus.

Blue Cloud stood at the summit of the ancient tree, watching the great battle occurring in the distance. A faint smile appeared on her indifferent and apathetic face.

The day she had been waiting for had finally come.

Lord Sage, I have fulfilled our agreement. I hope you won't disappoint me, otherwise I will not be happy.

Lifting a hand, a blue flower appeared. Blue Cloud placed it between her eyebrows and the blue flower fused into her flesh and blood. A faint halo of light flowed on the surface of her skin, full of life.

Beneath the ancient tree monster, the Sage smiled in gratitude. "You are the next Guardian of our tribe that I chose, so naturally I will help you with all my strength. But as for whether or not you can obtain this good fortune, that will depend on your own luck in the end."

He turned around and took a step forward. Then, his body melted into the ancient tree monster.

…

In the crown of the ancient tree monster, within the 'embryo' that was wrapped in layers of roots, what opened its eyes was actually an extremely handsome young man with not a single thread on his body. As if supported by an invisible strength, he floated in midair. Something similar to an umbilical cord, formed from countless roots, connected to a point above his spine, just below his neck.

He was the Monster Race Great Emperor. He had broken through the barrier of yin and yang and had used the vitality of the ancient tree monster to breed this mortal body.

Now, within this young man's eyes, a trace of mockery flashed before he composed himself.

He had already been gone for far, far too long. So long that everyone had forgotten his dignity.

To return from death, that alone proved how strong he was. And how could someone as strong as him be injured by ants?

This tribal junior was too native. Once he returned he would carry out a cleansing.

His lips curled up. Although there was a light smile on his face, there was no warmth at all. His expression was one of ice-cold bloodthirst!

You are scheming against me and I am scheming against you; everyone here is black-hearted.

Hoho, what a great drama this is!

…

Sun Zifu's face was deathly pale and filled with fear. He clumsily dodged to the side, and it was unknown what he ran into but there was a buzzing in his head as his vision darkened. When he managed to regain his senses and his blurry vision came back into focus, he saw that a monster tree puppet soldier was rushing towards him, howling in anger.

"Save me! Save me!" Unfortunately, everyone had fallen in a brutal melee so no one was able to care about him. Moreover, there was no longer a need for a sacrifice to suffer the backlash of the monster race's bloodline curse. Since he had lost his use to these people, why would they care about him?

Whoosh -

Whoosh -

Massive branches came crashing down at him, the power behind them enough to crush a small hill flat. Without accident, Sun Zifu would be reduced to a pile of crushed meat in the next moment.

"I'm done for!"

Suddenly, a powerful force hurtled over and Sun Zifu felt as if his butt had been struck into 18 different sections. He flew away, avoiding the crashing branches.

Tears instantly flowed down his face. Of course it hurt, but when he discovered that his poor little life had been saved, the joyful surprise that came from that narrow escape overwhelmed him.

In particular, after Sun Zifu saw who it was that saved him, his tears flowed even freer. Brother Yao Bin, I knew you were a good person, I knew you wouldn't abandon me!

Qin Yu had a cloudy expression as his punch smashed the monster tree puppet soldier into pieces. Borrowing the impact force, he fell back down to the ground. He had no idea he had already been given the title of a 'good person'.

"Brother Yao!"

Sun Zifu had teary eyes. There is no need to say anything, I will always remember your benevolence in my heart!

Qin Yu grabbed his hand and pulled him up. "If there is a chance later, escape by yourself!"

Sun Zifu was stunned. In this sort of situation there would still be a chance to escape? But what Brother Yao said really did warm his heart and give him courage.

He nodded forcefully, thinking that if he didn't die this time, he would behead a chicken and drink a cup of blood wine, swearing brotherhood with his good brother Yao Bin.

Qin Yu had no idea what sort of random thoughts were going on in Sun Zifu's head. His complexion turned even uglier than before. Although the situation was a poor and chaotic mess, now that he was able to clearly observe the battlefield all around him, he knew that whether it was the demonized cultivations or the monster tree puppets, the ones they were truly aiming for was Zhao Qianyuan.

To put it simply, Sun Zifu and all the others were simply collateral damage, little bunnies playing in the grass that were run over while the enemy chased its real goal.

He looked up and his gaze bumped into Zhao Qianyuan's. With a glance, he knew that this chosen pride of heaven had already discovered the truth of the current situation.

Hunt and kill, hunt and kill, they came this far and at the very end everything had been reversed and he was the prey now.

Qin Yu couldn't help but curse inwardly.

Finally, people began to die.

Li Mingxuan stimulated the Hundred Sword Boat, erupting its power to the limit. Its size was reduced to a third of that of a normal flying sword. It howled through the air, wrapped in sword intent, the slaughter energy around it so thick that it formed a black fog.

"Die!"

With a loud roar, the Hundred Sword Boat pierced through space. Across from him, a demonized cultivator froze in place.

A moment later, the demonized cultivator was blown apart. All of his flesh and blood was twisted into a bloody fog by the terrifying sword light.

But killing this person with his sword had consumed an immense amount of his strength. While he momentarily found it hard to recover his strength, the ground suddenly exploded below him.

A mass of blood red roots wove together, forming something similar to tentacles. They howled forward and ripped open his chest.

Li Mingxuan's eyes flashed in confusion. He slowly turned his head around and discovered that Mu Qingluan who should have been guarding his back was currently standing together with Zhou Fenghuang.

"Ahh!" A roar came out from his mouth and it was unknown whether it was a cry filled with hate or regret. Li Mingxuan's body was wrapped up by roots and he was directly dragged deep underground.

He would never emerge from the ground again.

Dong Hanzhu's eyes were blood red. A cruel and ferocious aura tumbled all around him. The black iron staff in his hands wove through the air, leaving behind a string of afterimages.

Wherever the staff went, space would crack apart. Regardless of monster tree puppet or demonized cultivator, anyone that approached would be smashed away.

Bones broke and muscles tore, turning into powder that fluttered in the air!

However, his complexion became increasingly pale. As the blood boiling through his body was wildly released, it constantly evaporated.

He couldn't last much longer. He had to flee, otherwise all that would be left of him would be some bones on the ground.

Suddenly, Dong Hanzhu's field of vision flashed black. It was like his entire being had been dragged into an endless darkness.

The aura of death arrived. With a loud roar, his black iron staff recklessly swept outwards.

Puff -

He hit!

But before joy could appear in his heart, he was gripped by a terrifying chill. An icy cold palm ripped open his chest and grasped with strength.

But, the place where his heart should have been was actually empty. So, this grasp didn't become a fatal strike.

The darkness in front of him rapidly melted away and Dong Hanzhu could see a demonized woman. Her lower half had been severed by the strike from his iron staff and had been sent flying far away. Her upper body from her chest up still remained, and he could see her steaming hot organs dripping down to the ground from her opened body. Her crimson eyes were flooded with a crazed killing intent as she kept her hands tightly locked onto his arm and tried to pull out his flesh and blood.

At this moment, even the ferocious and ruthless Dong Hanzhu felt a cold chill shoot straight up his back. His lips twitched and he smashed apart her head without hesitation. After pulling out the arm in his chest, he tossed aside the tattered corpse. Then, he opened his mouth and a bead flew out.

He was the Kirin of the Dong Family, born with a treasure bead in his mouth.

This was where Dong Hanzhu's name had come from. Countless people had speculated about the power of this treasure bead, but even though there were countless rumors, no one had ever seen it with their own eyes before.

Today was the first time he revealed this secret in public.

Numerous shimmering colors appeared on the surface of the bead. When seven colors gathered together, a boundless aura erupted.

Space was broken apart, revealing pitch black nothingness. Like a giant open mouth, it swallowed up Dong Hanzhu.

In the next moment, space was restored and Dong Hanzhu vanished without a trace.