Chapter 1422: Refusing the Toast, Drinking the Punishment Wine

Chapter 1422: Chapter 1422: Refusing the Toast, Drinking the Punishment Wine

Under the frenzied attack of the two Golden War Gods.

The spatial formation carved out by the black spider web, after dozens of breaths, finally couldn’t bear the strain, swaying like a small boat on a stormy sea.

Thump thump...

The dense sword light fell down, breaking through layer by layer the spaces divided by the black spider web.

This formation also finally disappeared.

On the vast square, there were only some staff of the Eternal Divine Hall and a few outside guests left.

All the cultivators who practiced the Ancient Clan’s divine skills had vanished without a trace.

"Damn remnants of the Ancient Clan!"

The faces of the two Golden War Gods were as dark as water, constantly roaring.

Whoosh whoosh!

The golden flames outside their bodies burned fiercely, like billowing smoke straight into the sky, with an astonishing momentum.

This time, the Eternal Divine Hall was utterly defeated.

No one expected the people of the Ancient Clan to be so audacious as to infiltrate the feast of the Ancient Ghost Divine and abduct everyone practicing those divine skills.

"Tianyin Tree, shouldn’t you give us an explanation?"

The Golden War God’s eyes were cold as he eyed the Tianyin Tree below.

This time, the Ancient Clan’s initial attack came from the strange melody of the Tianyin Tree.

This melody made people drowsy and listless.

"Honored ones of the Eternal Divine Hall, it seems I fell under an illusion technique, which made me release such a melody."

An ancient voice came from deep within the Tianyin Tree.

"Sigh..."

The Golden War God sighed, a trace of helplessness in his eyes.

The Tianyin Tree was originally occupied by the Eternal Divine Hall, and would certainly not betray them; now, assisting the wrong side naturally means falling victim to a scheme.

Thinking of this.

Even though the Golden War God was always arrogant, he had to be impressed by the various bizarre divine skills of the Ancient Clan.

According to legends, the Tianyin Tree had reached the God Emperor Realm.

But it’s not accurate; it’s only infinitely close to the God Emperor Realm.

Such cultivation base.

Yet inadvertently fell prey to the Ancient Clan’s illusion technique, showcasing how truly elusive the attacks of the Ancient Clan are.

One Golden War God looked at his companion, spreading his hands helplessly: "This feast is a bust; let’s report back to Sir Feng!"

The other Golden War God nodded, speaking in a deep voice: "You return first. I’ll stay here a few days to help the guests remove the toxin..."

"Alright!"

This Golden War God raised his hand, unleashing a ray of light, and a golden vortex appeared in the void, into which he immediately vanished.

...

Meanwhile, Ye Yun.

As he entered the Seven-Colored Vortex, he was pulled by a tremendous transporting force, swiftly traversing the endless void.

"Even after so many years, the Eternal Divine Hall hasn’t wiped out the remnants of the Ancient Clan; no one knows where they’ve built their base..."

A smile on Ye Yun’s face, quietly waiting for the transmission to end.

After the span of a dozen breaths.

The surrounding seven-colored light vanished, and Ye Yun felt his feet land heavily on a fog-covered land.

With a slight probe, Ye Yun found this fog had a powerful divine sense isolation effect.

At this moment.

Around Ye Yun, hundreds of cultivators practicing the Ancient Clan’s divine skills lay about on the ground, motionless.

Clearly.

These people were affected by a strange poison, temporarily unable to act.

"Brothers, we successfully completed our mission this time!"

An excited voice spoke from within the fog.

"Haha, the Eternal Divine Hall suffered a big loss this time!"

"Someday, we’ll take down the Eternal Divine Hall!"

The surrounding fog echoed with varied discussions.

Then a faint exotic fragrance drifted through the fog.

Many cultivators, upon smelling this fragrance, stretched their bodies, opened their eyes, and their minds awoke from a semi-conscious state.

"Where is this place?"

A cultivator stared with wide eyes, examining the surroundings with some trepidation.

Though they had awoken, their bodies still lacked strength; their cultivation bases were shackled, unable to perform any divine techniques.

In such circumstances.

It’s like being a fish on a chopping board, waiting to be slaughtered.

Others started standing, looking around uncertainly.

"Sir!"

From within the fog came a synchronized chorus of voices.

"Hmm!"

A man with a commanding voice gently responded, slowly emerging from the fog towards the crowd.

A man in a gray robe, he had a black circular mark on his brow.

"Dear Taoists, pardon the rashness, but we’ve invited you from hundreds of millions of miles away..."

The gray-robed man coughed lightly, bowed his fists, and smiled.

His demeanor was gentle, without any overbearing attitude.

Ye Yun remained impassive.

This gray-robed man should be one of Nangong Jade’s subordinates.

Ye Yun was uninterested in the man; he only cared about where Nangong Jade was now.

The fog possessed mysterious power, isolating divine sense.

So even Ye Yun couldn’t see through the fog-covered area.

"No rush—we’ll meet Nangong Jade now that she’s cultivated the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path, having forgotten everything; seeing the girl here is enough..."

Ye Yun comforted himself inwardly.

Towards the Supreme Forgetting Emotions Path, following Yun Xiao’s precedent, Ye Yun hated it deeply.

Cold-hearted and forsaking righteousness—even with formidable power, what’s the point?

What’s lost is far greater.

In the Ten Thousand Realms, strong divine techniques abound everywhere, not necessarily needing to strengthen one’s power by forsaking emotions and righteousness.

...

After listening to the gray-robed man’s words.

The cultivators present exchanged glances, furrowing their brows.

One cultivator said loudly: "Esteemed one of the Ancient Clan, why did you go to such lengths to capture us here? What is your intention?"

The gray-robed man chuckled: "My friends, you’ve practiced our Ancient Clan’s divine techniques. Logically, you aren’t outsiders, right?"

"Hmm, although we’ve practiced the Ancient Clan’s divine techniques, we differ entirely from the Ancient Clan!"

Someone declared loudly.

"Indeed, we are spiritual cultivators of the Divine Land, and you are of the Ancient Clan!"

Another spoke.

Seeing the crowd begin to question, a sharp glint flickered in the gray-robed man’s eyes, but he calmly said: "Friends, we have many ways to make you submit, but our Goddess said she wants you to willingly join our Ancient Clan..."

"Join the Ancient Clan? You’re dreaming!"

Someone scoffed.

"Back when your Ancient Clan invaded our Divine Land, countless of our kin were slaughtered. With such blood debts, how could we ever pledge allegiance to the enemy?"

"Absolutely not!"

Many cultivators were fervent, roaring in anger.

Ye Yun’s face remained composed, nodding silently.

Between the spiritual cultivators and the Ancient Clan, lies a deep, indelible enmity.

It seems Nangong Jade’s plan to persuade them would need other methods.

"Hmph... decline the toast and take punishment instead!"

The gray-robed man was displeased, slightly squinting his eyes as the black halo on his brow flashed with light.

Everyone who had opposed was suddenly struck down by a mysterious black light.

Among the crowd, only Ye Yun didn’t make a stance.

Thus, the mysterious black light did not target him.