Chapter 1000: Chapter 998: Unmask Yourself
The Divine Clan descended with four different races: the True Martial Dynasty’s Ministry of Works, the Brightness Temple, the Fire Clan, and a mysterious tribe whose origins remain unknown.
On the day they entered Heaven Martial, all were clad in long robes, shrouded in mist, concealing their true features, and impossible to sense any fluctuation in their aura.
The Ministry of Works guards the East Victory Blood Sacrifice Array.
The Brightness Temple guards the Northern Utmost, which is where Zhang Ziyu is about to engage in battle.
The western region is the domain of the Fire Clan, and the Fairy has already arrived here.
She stands high above, gazing down at the mortal land below, ultimately fixing her gaze in one direction, taking a few steps before entering this area.
It’s a barren plain, devoid of mountains, rivers, or any form of life.
Desolate, decayed, and abandoned, it is uncertain how many years it has lain barren.
Yet, upon careful sensing, one can catch the intense heat lingering in the air.
Deep within!
A village built from earth, not large, about a hundred meters, with a dozen or so houses. Viewed from afar, it appears like a village shut off from the world.
Smoke curls up into the sky.
Strangely though, when the Fairy extends her Divine Sense, she cannot detect any sign of Divine Clan life, as if they had all vanished.
She walks into the village, carefully sensing everything, pushes open the door of a house to find an iron furnace, with flames upon it, the source of the smoke seen outside.
She then pushes open another door, inside arranged simply, a wooden bed, a table...
Scattered tools lying about, chaotic, like the living quarters of a rural native.
The third door, just as simple.
The fourth, the fifth...
The Fairy gradually halts her steps, standing in the middle of the village, her brows furrowed, her expression tinged with throbbing unease rising in her heart.
Yet also with a hint of familiarity.
But now is not the time to ponder these matters; she must find this tribe to prevent them from activating the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Could it be she entered an array?
Unlikely.
Once an array starts, it will refine all living things. Are they courting death?
The Fairy begins searching for traces of the array; unfortunately, she is not an Array Master and has had little contact with arrays, spending an hour to no avail.
Soon, she accelerates skyward, using Divine Skills to transmit to An: "I haven’t found them."
Hmm?
An is surprised, responds, "Not a single person?"
"No!"
"Did you find the Blood Sacrifice Array?"
"No, I didn’t either."
"How many of you are there?" An inquired.
"Me, Wen Qingshan, Zhang Ziyu."
"So? You’re all there?"
"Yes!"
"Who’s guarding the Divine Enthronement imprint?" An revealed the truth, being astute, she could identify the root of the problem with a bit of thought.
The Fire Clan is missing.
But their task was to guard the Blood Sacrifice Array.
Therefore, besides the Blood Sacrifice Array, what else could attract their interest?
It must be the imprint.
The Fairy was resolute, transforming into a long rainbow heading towards the imprint’s location.
Meanwhile.
Zhang Ziyu is also troubled: "I haven’t seen them!"
An: "..."
Evidently, in the eyes of all Divine Clans, the Human Clan lacks the strength to break the Melting Furnace Array. Even if they’ve torn a tiny bit now, the final outcome is that the Blood Sacrifice Array will fully activate because of it.
At that time, the furnace will close completely, and their task will naturally conclude.
......
At the imprint’s location, for hundreds of miles, there are Wuji Sect experts guarding it; unfortunately, their realm is far too low.
The Fire Clan sent only a young person, who silently annihilated them, finally arriving in front of the Divine Enthronement imprint, feeling the divine fluctuations within, he showed a fierce smile.
"Who is there?" From the left, at the top of a high mountain, sat several white-bearded elders, all high-level members of Wuji Sect.
They were previously brought here by Wen Qingshan’s void passage and hadn’t left, choosing to guard, awaiting their return. Unexpectedly, they saw a young man wreathed in flames.
Their expressions changed, sensing the strength of the flames, fear in their hearts, then exchanging glances, their eyes sharing only two words: "Divine Clan."
"Attack!" On the mountain, a woman dressed in a red gown gave the order.
Shh!
All the Fire Clan experts shot forward, entering the imprint location from all directions, their intention obvious.
An elderly member of the Human Clan roared: "Enemy attack, enemy attack, quickly inform Mr. Li."
"It’s too late."
’Hold them off first."
"Wait, they’re all Divinely strong."...
Among the four elders, only one has reached King Tao, the others are Supreme Mystery Realm cultivators, while this group of Fire Clan members are all above the Saint Realm.
They didn’t even cast a direct glance at the elders, casually unleashing flame that pierced the bodies of the four elders like sharp swords, pinning them to the mountain.
The difference was too great.
The red-clad woman’s robe fluttered, her black hair streamed, a face enchanting to all beings, watching the mountainside ahead, the next moment, her eerie eyes opened, unleashing a ferocious flame that pierced the void.
The area immediately erupted.
A figure emerged, clad in long robes, mist swirling around them.
He came from the mysterious tribe.
"The imprint belongs to my Fire Clan. If you dare interfere, don’t blame this girl for being merciless." The red-clad woman was cold, unafraid of him...
But the mysterious Divine Clan didn’t want to give up either, stepping out of the void, approaching the mountainside, with a hoarse voice saying, "Once the Blood Sacrifice Array activates, the furnace will close entirely, trapping us both in this realm. Why not join forces?"
"This girl won’t cooperate with someone without sincerity." She remained cold, also vigilant of her surroundings.
The mysterious tribe had sent many, but now, only this fellow was before her, the rest seemed to have vanished.
"What is sincerity?"
"Lift your mask." Huo Sanger’s gaze was sharp.
"Once lifted, you won’t be able to bear it..." His voice grew even more hoarse, a terrifying power spreading, heavy and oppressive...
In an instant, all advancing Fire Clan experts were imprisoned, this place becoming an eternal space.
A group of Fire Clan experts were in terror.
But Huo Sanger remained relatively calm, vaguely guessing this tribe’s identity, but? So what? Her Fire Clan’s ancestor was also an Order God.
Huo Sanger wasted no words, stepping into the battlefield, her delicate jade hands beginning to dance, fingers touching the space, flames springing forth like elves.
Her dance was graceful, ethereal, like a Fairy in a painting, captivating all eyes.
Ultimately, the flames upon her fingertips increased, darting around, at which point, she opened her mouth, consuming the invisible force.
Cough, cough!
The robed man seemed to suffer backlash, spitting a mouthful of blood. He remained unperturbed, slowly extracting a white staff, striking it against the ground with force.
"Are you sure you want to use Divine Skills?" Huo Sanger’s tone was chilling.
"I can’t beat you, you’re the only Goddess of the Divine Clan, your Bloodline Power has reached eighty to ninety percent, almost approaching a God, so I can only use Divine Skills." The robed man said.
"You’re forcing me to take action." Huo Sanger eyes locked on him.
For these elite Divine Clan geniuses, once Divine Skills are used, the consequences are severe—the old land below might be destroyed outright.
Severe cases might also affect the furnace plan.
Yet he seemed unconcerned.
Huo Sanger frowned deeply: "Your tribe is mysterious, here today and gone tomorrow, now trying to seize the imprint, with only you here, I guess they found the Land of Gods, right?"
