A world previously invaded but saved by the Ice Sword Mercenary Group was once again under attack.
This sudden turn of events caused Chu Yang's brow to furrow.
The fates of these worlds were intertwined with his own.
If they fell again, he would suffer a backlash to a certain extent.
Patting his head, Chu Yang sighed heavily.
"You call yourself the creator of humanity, and when they exert their strength, what are you doing? Watching all humans get slaughtered?"
Chu Yang desperately wanted to question the person who claimed to be the creator and had spoken with him last time. What exactly had she done?
At this rate, humanity was doomed sooner or later.
However, he currently lacked the power to break free from this chessboard; all he could do was face each challenge as it came.
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Cultivation World Number 399.
This world had once been pushed to the brink of desperation by the Sky-Slaying Clan, forcing all human cultivators to retreat into smaller worlds.
Fortunately, the arrival of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group helped them reverse their fortunes and achieve victory.
Yan Xing, as the last Immortal King, led the remaining humans in a plan to rebuild their homeland after the victory.
It had been approximately one hundred years since then, and the world had regained its vitality.
The Immortal Emperors realized that their cultivators had suffered a severe disruption after the battles, so they no longer remained in the background but personally guided the Immortals.
Their victory had also plundered the luck of the Sky-Slaying Clan. Consequently, in just a hundred years, besides Yan Xing, three more Immortal Kings had emerged.
They thought everything was developing in a positive direction, believing the Sky-Slaying Clan would not return. However, the reappearance of the dimensional rifts shattered the hard-won peace once more.
A greater number of Sky-Slaying Clan members than before surged towards them.
Although they had begun to counterattack immediately, their vital energy had not yet recovered from the war a century ago.
In just a few days, they had completely fallen into a disadvantageous position.
"Damn it! Why are they still coming?"
Yan Xing, drenched in blood, watched these fanatical Sky-Slaying Clan members, monsters who self-destructed without a word, his eyes widening in fury.
Before, they had the assistance of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group. But now?
He yearned for that girl who alone could turn the tide with her Gu worms.
"Human, do you feel fear?"
A Sky-Slaying Clan King formed a massive claw and attacked Yan Xing, but Yan Xing immediately blocked his assault.
Moments ago, when another Sky-Slaying Clan King faced him, he directly activated [Demonic Body Sacrifice to Heaven] upon being at a disadvantage, sacrificing himself to inflict severe injuries on Yan Xing.
Veins bulged on Yan Xing's forehead as the fiery energy within him surged forward, pushing the Sky-Slaying Clan King who was pressing down on him away.
But the opponent charged at him again with reckless abandon, causing Yan Xing immense distress.
These Sky-Slaying Clan members were different from those he had encountered before. They seemed to know no fear; if they could win, they killed, and if they couldn't, they self-destructed.
Although they were individually easy to deal with, their sheer numbers were overwhelming.
Up to this point, he had already killed three Sky-Slaying Clan Kings, yet these people continued to charge at him as if fearless, seemingly inexhaustible.
At times, he felt despair, but an unwavering will always propelled him to continue fighting.
A colossal purple cauldron always appeared in his mind. He knew there was a Human Emperor who, though they had never met, he believed would return to save them.
The Sky-Slaying Clan King he had pushed away seemed to grow enraged at that moment, roaring, "You stubborn ant! I will end you!"
Two demonic shadows converged in his hands, and he charged towards Yan Xing.
Yan Xing was greatly alarmed. The opponent was not much less injured than him, but these scoundrels were reckless.
He took a deep breath. "Since it has come to this, I can no longer hold back!"
A golden Dao Palace appeared. Just as Yan Xing was about to self-destruct his Dao Palace, a familiar voice echoed.
"Brother Yan, it's not that time yet."
The Dao Palace he intended to self-destruct was forcefully suppressed.
Yan Xing's eyes widened as he looked up into the sky.
A woman dressed in a blood-red dress materialized from above, gazing down with an aura of disdain for all beneath the heavens.
Yan Xing was completely stunned.
If he wasn't mistaken, the girl who had suddenly appeared... looked like Chen Xiaohan?
The last time he saw Chen Xiaohan, she was only at the Nascent Soul stage.
But the terrifying pressure he felt now... he was one hundred percent certain she was an Immortal Emperor!
"My heavens... am I dreaming?"
Many cultivators on the battlefield had fought alongside them a hundred years ago.
Many were not unfamiliar with Chen Xiaohan. With that poison cultivator present back then, she had transformed the chaotic battlefield into a secure perimeter.
Yet, they never would have imagined that the girl who was at the Nascent Soul stage back then was now an Immortal Emperor, while many of them had made no progress.
"Could she have been possessed?"
"Where are the others? Where's that loudmouthed Wang Teng?"
"Is he gone already?"
"..."
The Sky-Slaying Clan members who saw Chen Xiaohan were all greatly astonished.
The arrival of an Immortal Emperor on the battlefield was a direct descent to a lower dimension.
All the Sky-Slaying Clan members were immobilized. They struggled frantically but could not move.
Chen Xiaohan said to Yan Xing, "Currently, the Sky-Slaying Clan is invading various planes of the universe. Our strength is not what it was before; the weakest among us is already an Immortal King. Banding together would be a waste of our strength, so only I came this time."
These words invigorated everyone.
What kind of geniuses were the members of the Ice Sword Mercenary Group?
The weakest was already an Immortal King, and an Immortal Emperor had even emerged.
The Supremes of the Sky-Slaying Clan also detected Chen Xiaohan's presence. Fearing a collapse on the battlefield, they rapidly moved towards the opposite direction of Chen Xiaohan.
"Stop! If you wish to break the rules, I shall make this place the battlefield and make all humans pay with their lives!"
Chen Xiaohan naturally saw the Supremes of the Sky-Slaying Clan. She let out a sneer, then looked at Yan Xing and said, "Don't worry, Brother Yan. I'll be back soon."
Then, her figure instantly vanished, and she retreated into the void with the Supreme of the Sky-Slaying Clan to battle.
The Sky-Slaying Clan members also breathed a sigh of relief, and their arrogance returned.
"So what if an Immortal Emperor comes? She can't do anything to us!"
"Haha, what are you all so excited about? You still can't escape the fate of being annihilated by us!"
"Die! You humble humans!"
"..."
As Yan Xing worried, he saw a resplendent blood-red butterfly flapping its wings at the spot where Chen Xiaohan had appeared.
"Huh? Is this..."