Longevity, starting from being a chicken raising servant-Chapter 1611 - 111 Divine Master_2

As early as a hundred years ago, the Great Elder of the Yin God Divine Temple, Sha Hui, had already passed away and entered seated transformation.

And as a Yin God, He did not appoint a new elder thereafter.

Without the replenishment of new Incense Fire Dao cultivators, the Yin God Divine Temple has become increasingly desolate, devoid of any trace of vitality.

Yet to Him, this brought even greater tranquility.

However, He did not linger. Sensing the summoning call from the Mother God outside the temple, after a brief moment of thought, He withdrew His aura, swiftly transforming from corporeal to incorporeal, departing the temple.

His gaze swept across the surroundings in an instant, extending further outward...

"The spiritual energy of Jingyuan Continent is indeed far richer than that of the other continents."

Wang Ba felt a tinge of surprise in his heart.

Although Jingyuan Continent was not vast, it was exceptionally rich in spiritual energy, the ancestral vein of the Nine Continents.

Yet, he had never set foot in Jingyuan Continent. Now that he looked upon it, it truly lived up to its reputation.

Although it wasn’t as dense in spiritual energy as the Wanxiang Sect, it had about ten to twenty percent of it. However, the Wanxiang Sect was confined to a single sect, while Jingyuan Continent spanned an entire landmass.

In this comparison, the advantageous environment of Jingyuan Continent was all the more apparent.

But what caused Wang Ba’s heart to tighten was that within the area his spiritual sense scanned, there wasn’t a single normal cultivator of Jingyuan Continent, and even mortals were exceedingly few.

The surroundings were crowded with Incense Fire Dao cultivators, all exhibiting solemn and oppressive expressions, patrolling continuously.

Many of these cultivators were also engaged in tasks resembling those of mortal soldiers: constructing various defensive fortifications, carving talismans, and refining magic tools. However, whether it was talismans, magic tools, or elixirs, all bore the characteristics of various Evil Gods.

Beyond the territory occupied by the Incense Fire Dao cultivators, a massive gorge, like a scar upon the land, bisected the area Wang Ba was observing.

On the opposite side loomed the True Martial Army, tightly defending strategic strongholds and watching like tigers, ready to strike.

Standing atop the precipitous cliffs were numerous True Martial Cultivators clad in standardized, finely-crafted armor, their eyes gleaming with a savage light.

Although no battle seemed to have erupted at the moment, these True Martial Cultivators exuded an intense, primal desire for combat from every pore.

Beside them, rows of God-breaking Crossbows stood poised, inscribed with runes, the arrows glinting with an icy sharpness, seemingly ready to be fired at any moment.

In stark contrast, on this side of the gorge, the Incense Fire Dao cultivators were tense, their faces taut with anxiety, and on high alert.

"No wonder they managed to force the Kingdom of Immortals to retreat and hide here."

Wang Ba couldn’t help but sigh inwardly.

Though he knew little about the art of war, it was crystal clear to him the stark difference in morale and disposition between the two sides.

The True Martial Cultivators were like finely-forged steel blades, tempered over a thousand hammer strikes, while the Incense Fire Dao cultivators were more akin to hastily-raised broiler chickens—plump, but likely to scatter and fall apart against an opponent as fierce as the True Martial Cultivators.

If not for the support of the Evil Gods at the rear, perhaps the Kingdom of Immortals would have long since been reduced to ashes.

With those thoughts flashing through his mind, he quickly withdrew his gaze, and in the next moment, his entire divine statue directly entered the Mother God’s Divine Temple ahead.

As always, it was a vast and empty divine temple, and within the temple, a similarly enormous placenta pulsed softly.

Only this time, it was different from what he had seen before. Inside the divine temple, aside from the Mother God, Evil Gods such as the God of Longevity, the God of War, and others were present as well.

As soon as the ’Yin God’ arrived, they all turned their heads to look down at Him, their gazes indifferent and devoid of any emotion.

The atmosphere was one of overwhelming pressure.

Feeling the auras emanating from these Evil Gods before him, Wang Ba’s heart tensed slightly.

"Four Divine Emperors..."

His gaze discreetly swept around the scene.

At that moment, the Mother God’s voice slowly resonated.

"Yin God, thou hast finally come."

Wang Ba stepped forward slowly and gave a slight bow:

"Yin God greets the Mother God and you all."

The God of Longevity, the God of War, and another unfamiliar Evil God showed no acknowledgment of Wang Ba’s salute, their faces remaining expressionless as they stared at him.

After ascending to the rank of Divine Emperor, the last trace of humanity in their demeanor had utterly vanished. They were without emotion and without ripples, becoming true deities.

Absolute rationality, absolute detachment.

Only the Mother God seemed to retain a faint trace of something beyond mere divinity, speaking in a low voice:

"The reason I summoned thee back this time is that we have heard that Wanxiang Sect’s Void Refining cultivator has finally emerged and defeated Han Yanzi."

Wang Ba was already accustomed to the Mother God’s penchant for directness, though he had no idea what her true intentions were. As such, he replied lightly:

"I was about to report to the Mother God. The individual is named Hui Yunzi, currently situated in Wanxiang Sect. He has already reached the middle stage of Void Refining, comparable in strength to Huangji Continent’s Ancestor Ye Cangsheng of old."

From the placenta came the Mother God’s slightly muffled voice:

"Ah, mid-stage Void Refining... No wonder. This time, we summoned thee back to use thy words to persuade Wanxiang Sect’s Void Refining master. We wish to form an alliance with them to strike against True Martial together."

"Alliance with Wanxiang Sect?"

Wang Ba was momentarily stunned, not expecting the Evil Gods to harbor such intentions.

The Mother God’s voice remained calm:

"In driving the cultivators, we left them a slim chance of survival. However, once the True Martial sect takes root, after they raze the Kingdom of Immortals, there will no longer be a place for cultivators within the Little Cang World."

"If that lofty one in Wanxiang Sect isn’t foolish, they will surely understand the logic behind this."

Thoughts churned quickly through Wang Ba’s mind, though he did not respond immediately.

For one, he was surprised by how much sharper the Evil Gods had become, capable of devising strategies akin to the clever maneuvering they had used in the past to dominate Fenglin Continent.

For another, he was contemplating whether this situation presented any opportunities for him to exploit.

As his thoughts raced, he spoke aloud to buy time:

"The Mother God’s words are reasonable, but just recently, that senior Hui Yunzi ordered the sect gates to be sealed, seemingly planning to avoid entanglement with True Martial. Without concrete evidence, I fear convincing him will be difficult."