Chapter 888: Chapter 549: Stealing the Mirror, Golden Immortal (Super Chapter)_6
Yue Wange looked at the two supreme beings of the Human Race blocking her way, her expression changed instantly, a mix of shock and anger:
“Feng Qingyi! Sun-Eroding Cry! Does the Human Race intend to go to war with my Star Moon Ancient Clan?!”
The face of Sun-Eroding Cry, shrouded in shadow, showed no expression, only a voice as calm as a rippleless surface echoed:
“If you wish to fight, then fight.”
Beside him, Feng Qingyi’s expression turned cold and did not speak. Instead, she stepped forward half a step, her vast immortal authority spreading, faintly connecting with the aura of Sun-Eroding Cry, completely blocking Yue Wange’s path, clearly aligned in stance.
Under the starry sky, the standoff among the three Ancestral Realm existences made this moment in time seem completely frozen.
Yue Wange’s fingers trembled slightly, her eyes filled with a murderous intent that was almost uncontrollable.
A sound transmission echoed, originating from her brother, Xing Yan. Content orıginally comes from 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩·𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖·𝘯𝘦𝘵
A starlight splashed out from the River of Space-Time, transforming into a figure, arriving in front of the three in confrontation, with a calm expression he spoke slowly:
“Zheng Chu’s intention lies in the Heavenly Mirror, within which part of our clan’s Heavenly Fate exists. I need compensation. If unwilling, my Star Moon Ancient Clan, from today on, will join under the banner of the Giant God Clan.”
As his words fell, the faces of Sun-Eroding Cry and Feng Qingyi both tightened.
There was no joking in Xing Yan’s words. Once the Star Moon Ancient Clan joined the Giant God Clan, the situation would change dramatically, potentially involving the entire Human Race.
They clearly had not expected Xing Yan to be so decisive, actually willing to sacrifice the clan’s foundation.
Sun-Eroding Cry and Feng Qingyi exchanged a glance, reaching an agreement in a moment, nodding in consent.
“The Martial Pavilion and Immortal Court will offer twenty Great Thousand Worlds as compensation for this occasion, the transaction will need time.”
This is the most common method of exchanging Heavenly Fate in the Great Universe; Heavenly Fate is intangible and can only use Great Realms as a medium.
The Great Thousand Worlds of heaven and earth have a fixed number, altogether only three thousand.
Twenty Great Realms are not a small number.
With this compensation, Xing Yan nodded, clearly approving.
Soon, the four figures above the River of Space-Time dispersed in an instant.
Martial Pavilion Ancestral Land.
In an ancient stone hall shrouded by Chaotic Qi.
The air was as stagnant as iron, with only the clear and haunting sound of whipping, again and again, echoing rhythmically.
Sun-Eroding Cry held a plain, heavy dark iron whip, his expression calm and unfluctuating as his arm swung, the iron whip slicing through the void, accompanied by a harsh whistle, precisely lashing onto the back of Jun Huang who kneeled in the hall.
Jun Huang was bare-chested, clenching his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, cold sweat pouring like a stream, yet he stubbornly made no cry of pain.
His back was already a bloody mess, the flesh and skin torn open; from the first few lashes, bones were visible, now even the white spine was clearly seen, covered with tiny cracks, as if it might shatter at any moment.
Each lash fell with the sound of bones under unbearable strain and the slight splatter of flesh and blood.
In a blink of an eye, a full hundred lashes were completed.
Sun-Eroding Cry emotionlessly retracted the iron whip, not a trace of blood staining it.
He overlooked his disciple, who was nearly collapsing to the ground, his voice calm and devoid of joy or anger:
Jun Huang panted heavily, each breath tugging at the destructive pain on his back, causing his vision to blur.
He struggled to lift his head, the bloodshot eyes filled not with regret, only sincerity, hoarsely saying:
“Reporting to Master, I know my mistake, acted recklessly, bringing disaster to the Martial Pavilion… but, no regret.”
He paused, his spine trembling slightly with effort, yet his voice astonishingly firm:
“Even if I had to do it again, I would still help Zheng Chu, disciple… only wished for the truth.”
Sun-Eroding Cry quietly watched him, his eyes calm.
“It’s right not to regret.”
He spoke, his tone still plain: “What’s done is done, there’s nothing to regret, a Martial Cultivator walks the world, but seeks to have a clear conscience, hesitating and fearing would mean falling behind.”
The next moment, his gaze slightly cooled: “But a mistake is a mistake, and the price must be paid, this time to protect you, the Martial Pavilion gave up ten Great Realms.”
His voice wasn’t loud, carrying a heavy weight, falling on Jun Huang’s heart:
“These ten Great Realms, in the future, you must personally reclaim for me, not relying on the Martial Pavilion, but with your own hands, retrieve them.”
Upon hearing this, Jun Huang’s body trembled slightly, he took a deep breath mixed with the scent of blood, enduring the piercing pain, slowly leaning forward, bowing low:
“Disciple will remember this.”
“Go.” Sun-Eroding Cry waved his hand, saying no more.
Jun Huang bowed deeply once more, then arduously supported his nearly shattered body, staggering out of the stone hall.
After Jun Huang left, Sun-Eroding Cry stood alone in the vast hall, lost in thought, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the dark iron whip.
Zheng Chu… his meteoric rise is a bit too shocking.
Though not a Martial Cultivator, yet still of the Human Race, such a figure emerging disrupts the current storms, for the Human Race now riddled with internal and external crises, whether it’s a boon or curse remains uncertain.
But at least for now, having another bit of strength is always a good thing.
Immortal Court, the deepest layers of the Thunder Punishment Heavenly Prison.
This is the place for the Immortal Court to punish serious offenders, year-round shrouded by the violent Nine Heavens Thunder Fire.
A large pool rests in the center, not filled with water, but boiling, rolling with terrifying purple-gold thunder juice, emanating a destructive aura, a mere touch would instantly obliterate an ordinary True Immortal in both form and spirit.