Chapter 85: Ancestral God

The ditches on the ground around the young Confucian scholar statue were already filled with blood, all of which converged like trickling streams beneath the statue.

Accompanying the white-haired old man's somewhat trembling voice, a faint bloody light on the statue's surface pulsed rhythmically, and at the spot where the front of the robe hung down, a blood-colored vortex spun rapidly, emitting strange fluctuations.

A strange sound of 'hum' rang out!

A light flashed within the blood-colored vortex, and a soldier clad in blood-colored armor flashed out. His wooden gaze swept around for a moment, then he leaped into the air and flew straight toward the battlefield outside the square.

After a moment, another flash of light appeared in the blood-colored vortex, and another blood-armored soldier emerged, joining the fray outside.

Just then, a black-robed girl sitting cross-legged near the statue suddenly tilted and fell over.

Her face was as pale as paper, and even her lips had lost all color. The wound on her wrist was still open, but no more blood could flow out.

Seeing this, the white-haired old man showed a trace of reluctance in his eyes, but could only wave his hand.

Among the dozen or so attendants, a burly man in plain clothes immediately stepped forward, carried the girl aside, took out a red pill, and fed it to her.

The girl's vacated spot was soon filled by a young woman of tender age.

The young woman looked somewhat timid, but without any delay, she sat down cross-legged. Like the others, she rolled up her left sleeve, took out a gleaming small knife, and pressed it against her wrist.

She closed her eyes in fear, bit her lip, and drew the knife across her wrist.

A conspicuous line of blood immediately appeared, and crimson blood dripped down like a string of blood-red pearls.

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Although the altar here was operating at full capacity, producing blood-armored soldiers every now and then to join the battle, it could not stop the human side's decline.

Before long, the fierce sounds of killing and shouting grew closer and closer. The faces of the people in the square turned extremely ugly, and despair gradually crept into their eyes.

The altar formation on the square, centered on the young Confucian scholar statue, was the foundation of their clan's heritage. If it were overrun by the alien race and the ancestral god statue destroyed, the entire clan would be annihilated.

More and more human cultivators were being forced back from all directions by the aliens, forming a circular defensive perimeter around the square, putting up a last-ditch fight.

High in the sky, loud booms rang out continuously as several clusters of rainbow light collided violently, revealing a dozen figures.

Six of them were green-skinned aliens, each with a ferocious face, eyes burning with fanatical battle lust, and protruding fangs gleaming with cold light.

The green-skinned aliens were naturally tall, and the leader among them, a man in a purple robe, was even two heads taller than his kin, standing like an iron tower in midair.

His aura was immensely thick, unmistakably that of a Great Ascension stage cultivator, while the five aliens following him all had mid to late stage Body Integration cultivation.

These individuals were also shrouded in that layer of white light, but it was far more solid than that of ordinary aliens.

Among the five human cultivators facing them across the void, except for a refined man in a blue robe with a slightly plump build who had late stage Body Integration cultivation, the others were only at early stage Body Integration, clearly no match for those aliens.

Facing the crisis of near annihilation, the refined man had unspeakable bitterness in his heart. He could only glance at the giant statue in the square and grit his teeth secretly.

But just then, a sudden change occurred!

A bright white light appeared without warning before the refined man and his companions, exploding like a blazing sun. Countless rays shot out from it, instantly engulfing them.

Boom, boom, boom!

A powerful blast wave surged from the center of the explosion, forming several violent tornadoes that swept in all directions.

Several blurry figures shot out from the white light and fell toward the square.

With a loud crash,

the ground at the edge of the square cracked and collapsed into a pit over ten zhang deep.

But soon, several rainbow lights flew out from the pit, revealing the figures of those human cultivators, now with torn robes and chaotic auras.

The refined man, his face as pale as gold paper, clutched a broken blood-patterned shield, blood continuously trickling from the corner of his mouth.

It was he who had exerted all his strength to protect the others. Although no one had died, he had clearly paid a heavy price.

Chieftain...

Seeing this, the surrounding humans became even more panicked, calling out one after another.

The refined man wiped the blood from his mouth with his sleeve and waved at the crowd to indicate he was fine.

He looked up at the sky and, seeing that the aliens had not immediately pursued, walked a few steps to the base of the statue and cast a questioning glance at the white-haired old man.

The old man shook his head and said sorrowfully, "The ancestral god still shows no response."

The refined man gave a bitter laugh and murmured, "Ancestral god, are you truly going to abandon your people, abandon your servants?"

Just then, the purple-robed alien, leading several elders of his clan, flew into the air above the square and laughed loudly:

"Hahaha... Luofeng, still begging your useless ancestral god? Why not be flexible and convert to worshiping our Hanjing clan's ancestral god?"

"Tuha, do not be arrogant! Your ancestral god was once a defeated general under our Wumeng Island's ancestral god," the refined man rebuked angrily.

"Heh, what does a momentary humiliation from back then matter? The victor is king, the loser a bandit. Our ancestral god still protects our clan and leads us to victory in everything. But yours—after being severely wounded and falling asleep ten thousand years ago, has it ever awakened? It has probably perished long ago," said the purple-robed alien Tuha, pointing at the white light on himself and then at the statue, contemptuously.

Luofeng was momentarily speechless. He wanted to retort but found no words, for what the other said was not wrong.

For nearly ten thousand years, their clan's ancestral god had indeed been in a deep sleep, having almost no contact with the clan. Especially in the last thousand years, it had shown no response to the clan's calls.

At the beginning of this great invasion, they had reluctantly tried to awaken the ancestral god using the clan's essence blood, but so far there had been no reply.

Although they could still summon some ancestral guards through the statue left by the ancestral god, it was like a drop in the bucket, barely holding off the enemy for a while, unable to change the overall situation.

"Luofeng, relying on these summoned blood-armored soldiers to stop our Tuhun clan is nothing but a fool's dream. If you don't surrender obediently, I will slaughter your entire clan," Tuha suddenly raised his voice and shouted sternly.

As his words fell, he waved his hand, and the surrounding Hanjing clan surged forward, their attack suddenly doubling in intensity.

The Wumeng Island side, already at a disadvantage, became even more precarious. Several defensive lines were breached, and the enemy was about to break into the center of the square.

Luofeng's body trembled, his expression extremely ugly, and despair filled his heart.

At that moment, a low, rumbling sound came from somewhere. The cyan statue suddenly trembled, emitting a rumbling noise.

Then the statue radiated an dazzling black light, growing brighter and brighter.

"This is... the ancestral god... the ancestral god has manifested!"

The white-haired old man, closest to the altar, was the first to notice the change and shouted joyfully.

The people on the Wumeng Island side were first stunned, then upon hearing the old man's voice, they burst into ecstasy, their morale soaring. The nearly collapsing defensive line showed signs of stabilizing.

The attacking Hanjing clan's expressions were the opposite, and they became greatly uneasy.

If the enemy's ancestral god truly manifested, even their Great Ascension stage chieftain would be no match.

"Impossible!"

Chieftain Tuha stared fixedly at the statue below, shouting in disbelief.

The light emitted by the statue grew brighter and brighter, then flashed violently. The entire statue exploded with a bang, turning into a vast expanse of pitch-black light.

The black light flickered a few times and then transformed into a black vortex dozens of zhang in radius.

Dark arcs of electricity flickered within the vortex, tearing through the void and producing deafening thunderclaps.

As the black vortex appeared, patches of dark clouds also gathered in the originally bright sky, with faint flashes of lightning within them.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth within hundreds of li began to churn violently, like boiling water.

Seeing this scene, both sides in the battle changed expression greatly and, filled with apprehension, stopped fighting.

The black arcs of electricity in the vortex rapidly increased, then converged into a huge black electric ball, crackling.

With a pop!

The black electric ball suddenly twisted, then stretched out into a pitch-black spatial rift over ten zhang long.

Swoosh!

A somewhat staggering figure shot out from within, steadied itself in midair after a slight wobble, revealing the form of a man in a blue robe.

The spatial rift flashed violently a few times, then slowly closed and vanished.

The next moment, the black vortex in the sky also gradually dissipated, the turbulent spiritual energy quickly calmed, and the clouds in the sky disappeared as well.

Although the blue-robed man looked somewhat disheveled, his expression carried a hint of joy.

But when he steadied himself and looked around, seeing the dense crowd, he frowned slightly.

This man was none other than Han Li, who had exhausted all his skills to successfully traverse the inter-realm gap.

However, at this moment, his internal mana was nearly depleted, his physical strength greatly exhausted, and the Eight Treasures Runic Bone Armor had completely shattered in the spatial storm.

But what was this scene before him all about?

"Ancestral god! You have finally returned!"

Chieftain Luofeng quickly sized up the blue-robed man, a strange look flashing rapidly through his eyes, then a look of ecstasy appeared on his face as he bowed and prostrated himself before the blue-robed man.