Chapter 666: Chapter 665: Myriad Tribes Convention
The Dark Palace, Liu Zheng sat indifferently within the palace, looking at the scenery not far away.
"How are things?"
"Hall Master, the people of the Red Moon Wolf Clan abroad have been recalled, roughly a million have been annihilated."
"Besides that, the vassal species of the Red Moon Wolf Clan have also been exterminated by us—we’ve essentially wiped out the entire species."
Chen Jin stood behind, respectfully reporting the events that had occurred during this time.
The results this time were very significant; all of the Red Moon Wolf Clan members who were abroad were slaughtered, and the others didn’t dare to leave their clan lands.
As for the Skywolf Clan, Fierce Bird Clan, and the like, all were annihilated.
In fact, these clans were quite strong, and it took some time to clear their lands.
Unfortunately, they went up against the Demon God Temple, where two thousand beings from the Saint Realm left them with no chance to fight back.
"You’ve done well. Any news from the other ancient tribes?"
"Our actions have driven the Red Moon Wolf Clan to despair this time, I think they’ve already sought help."
The exposure of the number of Saint Realm beings was specially arranged by Liu Zheng.
Otherwise, considering the methods of the Demon God Temple, it would have been remarkable if they managed to find just over a hundred.
The reason he exposed so many was to get the human race involved.
It was also to signal the Red Moon Wolf Clan that the humans were targeting them.
If the Red Moon Wolf Clan knew the humans were striking them, they would definitely pull the ancient tribes together to counter attack.
"The Hall Master is right. Wolf Dust is currently seeking help, and some ancient tribes have already responded, but the Fire Phoenix Clan and Dragon Clan have not interfered," said Chen Jin.
"Very good. Then the news of these dozen or so vassal species being annihilated can be released," Liu Zheng said indifferently.
He had kept this news hidden until now, waiting for the moment to add fuel to the fire.
This also served as a warning to the Myriad Tribes that sometimes, actions must be thought through, or it would be too late for regrets.
As for the ancient tribes, Liu Zheng didn’t care about them.
Because the humans would take action.
If it really came to a critical point, he would have the two thousand Saint Realm beings return and directly trap and kill the ancient tribes’ powerhouses, sending chills through their spines.
Of course, these were all contingency plans.
Liu Zheng didn’t wish to reveal his trump cards.
He could even have the Demon God Army kill those who were favored by destiny, allowing himself to "draw the lottery" again.
Afterward, Liu Zheng asked Chen Jin to leave and entered the palace to cultivate.
His eyes firmly shut, the energy in his Dantian flowed unceasingly; on closer inspection, two forces, like swimming fish, revolved around each other.
Outside, Liu Zheng’s body emitted two kinds of luster, one black and one white.
These were the convergences of two great Dao.
One was the power of space, the other was time.
When the two energies converged, one could vaguely see a river flowing silently and invisibly through the void.
Suddenly, a powerful force ascended—it was a breakthrough.
Venerable Realm, third level.
That was Liu Zheng’s current strength.
"This emperor’s scripture is indeed profound and mysterious, not something the average person could create. The Dao of time recorded within is even comparable to the secret techniques of the Immortal King; this is not something that should exist in the lower realms," Liu Zheng muttered.
As he delved further into his research, he found that this emperor’s scripture was not a creation of the lower realm but a fragment of a powerful Immortal King’s scripture from the Celestial Realm.
Liu Zheng could recognize it because he also had a fragment of it.
There are three Supreme Scriptures in the Celestial Realm, each incredibly powerful, and possessing just one could allow one to cultivate to the level of an Immortal King.
However, these Supreme Scriptures are incredibly elusive, their contents fragmented.
The fragments of the Time Supreme Scripture had been split into five parts; Liu Zheng had obtained one early on, and now this was the second.
The Time Supreme Scripture was so precious that Liu Zheng had not even thought of searching for it, but unexpectedly, he now acquired another fragment in the Dao Realm.
"It is indeed the Time Supreme Scripture, I have only studied it for such a short time, yet I am already able to explore the River of Time, even exert a bit of its energy,"
said Liu Zheng excitedly. He had an innate talent for space-time, so cultivating the Time Supreme Scripture could not be more suitable for him.
Although he could now harness only a small amount of the power of the River of Time, that power was still astounding.
The future incarnation, this is a divine power of the Time Supreme Scripture, allowing one to summon one’s future self for assistance, with incomparably formidable strength.
But this divine power also has a weakness—its cooldown period is particularly long, it can only be used once a month.
"My incarnation ten years from now, I wonder to what extent my strength will have reached," Liu Zheng’s eyes shimmered with brilliance.
This future incarnation was simply another trump card.
He could even know things from the future.
To put it simply, his future self would definitely be aware of some individuals fated for greatness, and by preparing in advance, he could eliminate them ahead of time.
It was as though he could foresee the future.
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Elsewhere, within a palace, a dozen individuals were discussing something.
They were all from the ancestral races, who typically gathered only for major events.
Wolf Dust was sitting on one side, with a man of a gentle and sly appearance sitting beside him.
This was the Clan Leader of the Mangjiao Clan.
Apart from these two, Clan Leaders of other ancestral races were also present.
"The Fierce Bird Clan and the Dragon Clan have sent word that they will not involve themselves in this matter," said a middle-aged man.
He was the Clan Leader of the White Tiger Clan.
Hearing his words, there were no particular expressions on the others’ faces.
These two clans had always kept to themselves; it could be said that throughout the many meetings held, these two clans never participated.
By now, eight of the ten great ancestral races had arrived at the scene.
The Clan Leader of the Qilin Clan, a robust middle-aged man, spoke to Wolf Dust, "Everyone is here. What’s the reason for calling us together this time?"
"Is the Demon God Temple truly a power of the human race?"
If it were simply a struggle between the Demon God Temple and their Red Moon Wolf Clan, then many among them would not bother to care.
But if the human race was involved, the situation would be different—it would be a matter of clan warfare.
"Over three hundred individuals from the Saint Realm, and that’s not even the full strength of the Demon God Temple. Do you think there is anyone other than the human race in this world who could do this?"
"Or is it the esteemed members present who are targeting our Red Moon Wolf Clan? If that’s the case, then let us accept our fate in death."
Wolf Dust looked coldly at the people before him, his attitude quite unfriendly.
But his words weren’t entirely spoken in anger; aside from the human race, only the Myriad Tribes could muster so many from the Saint Realm, and that too among the ancestral races. The lesser tribes did not have such strength.
However, the Myriad Tribes had no reason to do such a thing, whereas the human race was different.
They are constantly thinking of eradicating the Myriad Tribes, and for their clan, the annihilation of their Red Moon Wolf Clan would be a tremendous boon.
Wolf Dust’s words left the ancestral races in a moment of shock as they turned to look at their own Clan Leaders.
