The Sacred Ruins

Panda Novel

The number one biggest city of the Deity Race, which was the Ancestral City, was full of people crying and shouting. This was an unprecedented calamity for them.

The altar at the center of the city had been smashed open. A saint brought out from it a small stone box covered in carvings and a single sword mark.

“Activate and ignite it, quick!” a top saint urged.

The situation at present was urgent. The domains in the Ancestral City were strong and supposedly capable of withstanding the attacks of a heaven-illuminator, but with such a calamity upon them, who knew what would happen?

It would be a huge matter if, by some chance, an old monster from the ten greats was here to fish in troubled waters.

A yellowish-brown incense was brought out. It was one foot long and looked rather ordinary. Moreover, it had been lit before and only a part of it remained.

“Ancestral sacrifice, summon the Deity!”

A powerful guest shouted loudly. He led the ceremony personally because there was no choice at this point. All he could do was do his best in this desperate situation.

Legend had it that the Deity Race’s ancestor came from the primal chaos and that this cosmos was only their second homeland. The race’s true ancestor was incomparably powerful, vigorous, and had countless experts under his command.

There was a Deity Palace in the cosmos overseen by a true god, looking down on all creation!

Comparatively, the ancestor in this cosmos was only an outstanding student of the one in the primal chaos. He had trained in this area and decided to take root here by building his family.

It was reported that the broken cosmos in the primal chaos was boundlessly vast and several dozens times bigger than the current one. Moreover, it was surging with yang energy and scorching for the people here.

Add to that the demonic gods of chaos, giant prehistoric creatures, and all kinds of dangerous roaming creatures, the primal chaos was incomparably dangerous.

Ordinary people simply couldn’t set foot there.

Those living in that broken cosmos filled with primal chaos energy were all powerful orthodoxies and those who called themselves gods.

Those powers possessed their own territory. For instance, the Chaos Demonic God Palace, the Amitabha Temple, Immortal Banishment Grotto, etc. All of them were fierce factions with transcendent powers.

Even heaven-illuminators might be in danger within the primal chaos if they were reckless. Over half of the people who had entered along the years had perished.

The cosmos was full of rumors regarding these cases. Even the Deity Race themselves didn’t quite believe their ancestor was merely the scion of a supreme power.

The ancestors have indeed talked about this.

Now that this incense was being lit up, they couldn’t refute this theory. Reportedly, this was an object as ancient as the Deity Blade, something brought out from the Deity Palace of the primal chaos.

The race could light it up on the verge of destruction, and it might be able to save them once.

The smoke rose up in curls, but there wasn’t any smell at all because that wasn’t real smoke. Instead, it was a kind of energy causing even the saints to tremble. In the end, everyone couldn’t help but fall to their knees.

“We greet the ancestor! Gods from the Deity Palace, please descend and save us from this disaster. Your descendants are about to face extermination.”

An old saint trembled as he prayed thus, and the other people also spoke words of beseechment.

In the end, the energy surged about and the order runes it formed shocked every single person.

Tsch!

In the end, half of the incense was burned up in the blink of an eye before going out.

The burnt part turned into a dazzling beam of golden light that shot out of the domain barriers. It tore through the skies, traversed the cosmos, and entered the primal chaos.

This was a terrifying order rune. It traveled through the starry skies by opening up wormholes and left the confines of the galaxy on its own!

“Kill!”

“Annihilate the Deity Race. They’ve bathed hundreds of planets in blood throughout the years and the number of races they’ve exterminate are countless. In order to obtain the divine beast arts like the Kunpeng True Form Diagram, they massacred every planet along the way just to silence them. That was because we accidentally found out their intentions.”

A group of old saints launched frantic attacks at Ancestral City. Many of them were fierce characters who launched all kinds of secret treasures in an instant.

Additionally, some people worked together to summon a star from the outer heavens. A doomsday-like scene ensued as the star was refined, contracting rapidly yet maintaining its speed as it crashed into Ancestral City.

A massive explosion erupted!

Unfortunately, there was a terrifying order power within the city and on the skies, and the star only managed to paralyze the domains despite how special it was.

In the end, this star was refined, shattered, and directly annihilated.

To many races, this was a doomsday battle that would’ve exterminated them a hundred times over. Yet, it wasn’t the case of this place.

Uncle Ming shouted, “Brothers, something’s not right. A beam of light shot out from Ancestral City and entered the cosmos. That must be a signal asking for reinforcements. We must leave now!”

Leave just like that? Many people weren’t satisfied.

These people possessed more enmity toward the Deity Race than Uncle Ming. There were saints who had their races exterminated by them. They wanted nothing more than to destroy Ancestral City and start a massacre.

There were also some fierce characters; people from the black market for instance. They were simply mad in order to profit from the Deity Race’s treasury. They were more proactive than anyone else and didn’t want to retreat.

There were also experts with great ambitions, looking to steal the Deity Race’s breathing technique and walk the path toward transcendence!

However, they couldn’t destroy Ancestral City despite their constant barrage.

“Plebeians from low-ranking planets, you are nothing but losers who were once defeated by us, targets of our hunt back in the year. There will be a time when we arrive at your ancestral lands and wipe you all out!”

An old woman cried out from Ancestral City. Her eyes had almost split open from glaring too hard. That was because she had watched her grandsons’ corpses stomped apart—none of them made it back into the city.

“Boom!”

A reply came in the form of a dozen or so saint-grade lightning amethysts, erupting in dazzling light on the city gates. Energy surged as heavenly lightning struck at the runes reaching out from Ancestral City.

“Deity Race, you have very little time left to live, not unlike ants after autumn. You want to rise to power, boss people around arrogantly, and command the world—dream on! Even if we can’t bring down Ancestral City today, we will come and tear the city apart another day. Just wait for extermination!”

Someone shouted in cold blood-thirst. While roaring thus, he slapped hundreds of surviving disciples from the Deity Race to death.

“Ah…” A group of people inside the city cried out.

At the same time, an old saint from the Deity Race gave the old woman a slap, eliciting a miserable cry and loosening several of her teeth.

“You still dare to fart at such a critical juncture. Our disciples and clansmen are still outside, are you looking to die!?” The old saint kicked the old woman flying, breaking her bones and tendons, putting her on the verge of death.

Boom!

The group outside the city launched a flurry of attacks but to no effect.

Uncle Ming said, “Everyone, we really should leave now. Even if the Deity Race didn’t send for reinforcements, those from the Ten Greats might come to rob the place with Sect Guarding weapons in tow. At that time, we might get caught in the crossfire!”

These people had no idea that the Deity Race was summoning their clansmen from the primal chaos, but they knew that the Ten Greats might arrive with their ultimate weapons to plunder the city.

At that point, their situation would be dire, and the other party would have a righteous reason to finish them off.

The powerhouses of the Ten Greats had stood at the pinnacle of power for so many years—none of them were pure of heart. Regardless of how benevolent or ruthless they might seem on the surface, they were stained with the smell of blood behind them.

“Go, we’ll head to the Xilin clan and Spirit Race as planned, and help the brothers there in their robbery!” Uncle Ming rallied everyone.

Naturally, the group of old saints did their utmost to plunder everything on their way out. Not a blade of grass remained wherever they passed.

The Deity Race’s ancestral planet was filled with many famed mountains and great rivers. In a short while, all medicinal farms there had been dug clean and some of them even cried out in delight after digging up a divine medicine!

That was all the divine medicine on the planet because the divine trees were within Ancestral City.

The saint springs in some of the famed mountains had been dug open. That kind of spiritual fluid could nourish the body of a saint and help in their cultivation.

In the end, many delighted saints obtained holy ponds.

Uncle Ming also reaped significant rewards, copying all of the martial arts from the Deity Hall and getting his hands on a divine medicine. He swallowed it immediately without a second word.

In truth, everyone ate the divine medicines on the spot to avoid being targeted by other people and causing internal strife.

However, the divine medicines were still rare resources in the end. Even entities as powerful as the Deity Race didn’t have many of them. The four that they did have were split among the pillagers.

The others were also quite satisfied. They had obtained all kinds of saint-grade forging materials, liquid from the holy ponds, and the secret arts of the Deity Hall, etc. Their rewards were indeed quite bountiful.

Everyone was smiling because their harvest was simply too good.

Uncle Ming wasn’t stingy at all and promptly shared the secrets from the Deity Hall with everyone. The other people also brought out the scriptures they had obtained and combined them all into a share for everyone.

They even managed to piece together a part of the Deity Breathing Technique!

Quite unfortunately, it only reached the golden arhat stage and the part beyond the saint level was missing. This was the foundation of the Deity Race and their greatest secret.

Things like their ultimate breathing technique were bound to be inside Ancestral City!

But this was enough because they had found a fair number of saint-level arts from the cliff-sides and cave residences on the famed mountains and rivers.

The Deity Race had existed for so many years and wiped out too many other races during their reign. They simply couldn’t cultivate all of the arts they had hoarded over the years, and some of the beast skin scrolls were just there collecting dust.

“Haha, I’m content with this bounty. We won’t need to look for resources for a thousand years at least, and it’s also enough for me to cultivate!”

“True, the Deity Breathing Technique has never spread to the outside world before, but now, we’ve obtained a part of it. It’s not suitable for us, but it’s still a priceless scripture for our descendants, capable of helping them build a powerful foundation!”

“Go, let’s go and help our brothers at the Xilin Clan and Spirit Race!”

Then, the group fled. They stepped into the Deity Race’s giant wormhole domain and disappeared!

They left behind rubble and ruins behind them, flowing with fresh blood. They had exterminated many important cities on the planet in addition to the number one giant city.

In the end, Uncle Ming was too soft-hearted and didn’t want to murder the ordinary people. However, he showed no mercy toward those from the Deity Race who dared to resist, especially the scions of the race. They were all swept away.

Unfortunately, most of the Deity Race’s scions were within the city and managed to escape the calamity.

Before leaving, Uncle Ming shouted, “Deity Race, make sure to struggle hard and leave some stuff for our future generations. We’ll come here to hunt if we have nothing to do. This place will become the hunting grounds of our future generations!”

At this time, in the Ancestral City, the lucky survivors of the Deity Race were ashen and furious. They simply couldn’t hold their anger in.

For so many years, they had always been the ones to hunt others down. Were the scales going to be reversed from here on out?

Boom!

On the Xilin Planet, a powerful vital planet, there were powerful order runes suppressing the land, and it was quite difficult for lower realm beings to fly up.

A shocking battle had unraveled here today as their race was beaten back repeatedly and their blood flowed like rivers. That was because the enemy was led by three peerless saints.

By the time Uncle Ming and the others arrived, the battle here had already come to an end. At the final juncture, the number nine under the starry skies fled the scene. He was very sensitive to the situation—he knew that the battle on earth had come to an end and was afraid that the Sagemaster would come to him to settle the score!

His escape signaled the end of the fierce battle here!

In truth, the saints of the Xilin Can had already started to escape with large numbers of their descendants in tow.

“We’ve already opened up a second hometown, don’t be afraid!” An old saint of the Xilin Clan spoke thus, calming down the descendants on a giant, saint-grade ship.

This day, the Xilin Clan had abandoned this planet and fled.

The saints attacking this place reaped considerable profits but couldn’t match up to the gains of those who had raided the Deity Race’s home planet.

The Xlin star was overflowing with blood. All of the famed mountains, giant cities, and grotto heavens had been robbed clean. There wasn’t a single blade of medicinal grass remaining.

“Everyone, attack the Spirit Race!”

Uncle Ming rallied the raiders, and the group turned toward the Spirit Race. They were completely merciless in their attack here but were scared back in the end.

That was because the Spirit Race had all retreated to their Ancestral City and were offering sacrifices to summon their ancient ancestor.

The Spirit Ancestor was dead, but there was actually another heaven-illuminator from the race. He was that terrifying existence who had terrorized the universe with the Divine Blood Banner. The Ten Greats worked together to dismantle his weapon and also gravely injured him in the process, almost destroying his soul.

Throughout the long years, he had remained in a state of feigned death and outsiders weren’t privy to where he had been hibernating. The ancestor didn’t dare remain in the clan for fear of being targeted by the Ten Greats.

Their sacrificial chants were undisguised, allowing outsiders to hear clearly what they were doing. Who would not be worried? Who would not feel apprehensive?

Now that they had already robbed the planet clean and moved away whatever they could, the crowd retreated decisively and gave up on assailing the ancestral city.

Next up, the Machine Race suffered the same fate. This race actually had an old ancestor named Primal Vajra. It was just that his decayed body was split into five parts and buried in five mysterious mother ore mines in the cosmos, awaiting a rebirth.

Now that the Machine Race had encountered a sect-exterminating calamity, they began calling upon this ancestor, hoping for him to return.

“How come these people are getting more and more extraordinary, all of them have some kind of hidden ace!”

The group of pillagers escaped after raiding the entire planet because they could already feel something off. After they had left, a metallic hand flew over and slapped through the void. Unfortunately, the ancestor himself couldn’t return and only sent a single hand to suppress the area.

“Everyone, we still have one place left and that’s the Netherworld Race. Unfortunately, their old ancestor is still alive, but we still have a chance because that ancestor is on earth!”

“Let’s take advantage of the time difference and go big!”

Earlier on, they hadn’t gone to the Netherworld Race because they were afraid of their old ancestor. But now, they wanted to take this risk.

“Don’t be afraid, the Sagemaster is here with the Demon Ancestor Cauldron.” Uncle Ming became delighted along the way. He had contacted the Sagemaster and learned of the latest situation.

“Kill!”

In the end, the forces came together, landed on a planet shrouded in black mist, and started massacring everyone. The combined army was much stronger than the individual ones from before.

That was because they had more people after combining their forces!

Boom!

The skies and earth were torn asunder. The Netherworld Race’s ancient cities were blasted apart no matter how powerful and sturdy they were.

This battle was quite fierce at first, but there was no longer any suspense toward the end. Everyone charged madly and killed countless experts from the Netherworld Race.

“You dare!” The Netherworld Race ancestor had returned. He had suffered greatly on earth and even his bone dragon mount had died. Who would’ve thought he would discover something off with his planet upon returning.

“Boom!”

But what awaited him was a large cauldron! It smashed through the void and almost shattered the Netherworld Race ancestor. One of his arms exploded on the spot.

Buzz!

Next, the stars moved into formation to form a domain, blocking his forward path.

“Yicheng, you dare intercept me!?” The Netherworld Race Ancestor was both shocked and furious. He felt that this was going too far. Hehad suffered much on earth, but now the enemy had followed him to his home.

“Everyone, come and destroy this evil remnant from earth!” He roared thus, hoping to summon help.

“Kill…” Blood flowed into rivers on the Netherworld Race’s home planet. The battle cries here shook the skies and the fights were incomparably fierce.

Afterward, the crowd began robbing the place without restraint, moving away everything they could.

Before long, the Sagemaster sent a warning for them to leave immediately. That was because he was worried that other heaven-illuminators might arrive. It would be quite perilous if everyone was blocked.

“Brothers, let’s go! Let’s go to earth as guests!” Uncle Ming roared. The group started to flee at great speeds, taking with them everything they could from the Netherworld Race.

“Ah…” the Netherworld Race Ancestor screamed. He was trapped there and couldn’t move. At the same time, his life was also in danger.

But the Sagemaster sensed incoming danger as the nearest heaven-illuminator arrived at the scene. He was somewhat regretful at being unable to kill the Netherworld Race Ancestor. He could only act as rear-guard to stop the two experts from chasing.

Otherwise, many of the saint raiders today might have to die.

This day, Uncle Ming and his companions had retreated with great success!

Back on Earth, Uncle Ming was smiling so hard that his mouth never closed. He was waiting to convene a press conference in the starry skies.

Unfortunately, the intergalactic network had been cut off on the planets of the Deity Race, Spirit Race, and Machine Race. Presently, the outside world wasn’t yet aware of the news.

“Uncle Ming, what are you going to say in a while?” Chu Feng asked.

The man said he was going to take responsibility for this matter.

Chu Feng was speechless—this was turning into a characteristic of people from earth.

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