Chapter 1556: The Fierce Battle Approaches

Chapter 1556: Chapter 1556: The Fierce Battle Approaches

"Yes, I’ll go first." The Second Elder, upon receiving the order, promptly grasped the dagger, infused it with True Qi, and then forcefully slashed across his chest.

Immediately, a wound the size of a bowl appeared on his chest, with his internal organs and blood vessels clearly visible.

There was not a hint of fear on his face, nor a trace of terror, as he lightly pierced his exposed heart with the dagger.

At the moment the dagger pierced down, a thick, gold-glowing drop of blood flew out from within him, directly dripping onto the copper mirror.

After that, the wound slowly closed, but the Second Elder’s appearance aged ten years in an instant, his beard already turning white.

The Second Elder didn’t pause, immediately moving into the crowd, ordering them to contribute their Blood of Origin.

To those who refused, the Great Elder flicked his finger, and his True Qi pierced through their heads, extinguishing their lives.

After executing several disobedient individuals, the remaining ones became much more compliant, all taking out their Blood of Origin like the Second Elder.

In no time at all, the copper mirror was covered in blood.

The Great Elder looked at the copper mirror before him, placing his hand on the head of a ghost on the mirror, chanting incantations as they resonated.

The ghost heads seemed to come alive, slowly crawling out from the mirror, howling around the Great Elder as if singing a strange song.

This eerie chanting gradually deepened, with the surroundings shifting and layers of Celestial Thunder forming in the sky.

"Blood Tracing Technique."

The Great Elder shouted explosively, and a blood mist slowly rose from the copper mirror, revealing a dazzling galaxy within it.

Within the galaxy were countless Cultivation Planets, the blood mist moving, revealing Earth’s blue silhouette.

The image of Earth continuously enlarged, finally gathering on a handsome and dashing young man.

The Great Elder looked at this young man, a cold-blooded smile curling at the corner of his mouth, saying, "Earth, humanity... Yang Yan, is it really you?"

Being among the top ten before the Celestial Pride Stele in this cosmic Ten Thousand Races, naturally draws attention.

Especially for someone as ambitious as the Great Elder of the Post-Immortal Race.

Thus, when Yang Yan appeared, he would be instantly recognized.

"Immediately, gather the cultivators and attack Earth." The Great Elder issued the second command, "I want everyone in this universe to know the consequences of offending my Post-Immortal Race."

At this time, somewhere on Earth.

"We’re out." The Void-Devouring Tiger looked at the picturesque scene before him, his face lighting up with joy as he smiled at Ao Tian and Yang Yan.

They had actually survived the cruel Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races, feeling as if they had been reborn.

Ao Tian nodded, taking a deep breath and said, "Indeed, being alive is wonderful."

However, Yang Yan shook his head, solemnly saying, "You’re wrong. The real disaster is just beginning. We need to quickly find Fu Xi to discuss the next plan!"

After speaking, Yang Yan immediately rose into the air, flying towards Fu Xi’s location.

The Void-Devouring Tiger and Ao Tian saw Yang Yan’s urgent demeanor, though perplexed, transformed into two streams of light to chase after his swiftly retreating figure.

Along the way, the Void-Devouring Tiger couldn’t help but ask, "Master, what do you mean? Has the great calamity arrived?"

Yang Yan explained, "I don’t know if the great calamity has arrived, but I do know that since we killed the Celestial Venerable, the Post-Immortal Race won’t sit idly by. Earth may face a fierce battle."

After speaking, he quickened his pace even more, flying towards the horizon.

Moments later, they arrived at the Three Emperors Cave where Fu Xi and Shennong resided.

At this time, they were still cultivating.

But Yang Yan couldn’t pay attention to that, with a great battle imminent, he needed to discuss response strategies with them thoroughly.

Fu Xi saw Yang Yan’s somewhat anxious expression, knowing something must have happened.

Yang Yan is typically carefree, rarely showing such an expression.

He hurriedly asked, "What’s wrong, have you encountered trouble?"

Even Fu Xi, in places like the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races where Divine Sense is blocked, couldn’t gain control.

Yang Yan immediately recounted the events on the Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races to Fu Xi briefly.

Then, he added, "Senior, that’s the situation, so we need to make some preparations."

"Hmm, I understand." Fu Xi nodded, "We cannot rely solely on our strength now; we need more manpower."

"What do you mean?" Yang Yan asked somewhat puzzled.

"Summon the people of Wandering Dragon Star." Fu Xi said calmly.

Yang Yan’s expression was heavy, pondering carefully but finding no other option.

He said helplessly, "Alright, that’s the only way. But how strong is the Post-Immortal Race? Their Celestial Venerable is indeed formidable, but I’m not sure how many other old monsters exist."

Fu Xi chuckled lightly, for among the old monsters Yang Yan mentioned, it indeed included themselves.

He gazed at Earth below, fell silent for a moment, then sighed lightly, "I imagine the Post-Immortal Race’s foundation isn’t inferior to ours. But if we add Wandering Dragon Star’s strength... there’s a seventy percent chance."

Seventy percent...

In any other situation, even a little over fifty percent assurance would make Yang Yan unhesitant.

However, this was a battle for survival, so he had to be exceptionally cautious.

Yang Yan saw Fu Xi’s faintly sorrowful expression and suddenly realized he might have misunderstood earlier.

Fu Xi meant Earth’s failure probability had reached seventy percent!

In other words, humanity’s chance of winning this battle was only thirty percent?!

Yang Yan’s heart sank into the depths.

His face showed a struggling expression, remaining silent for a while before asking, "Senior, is Earth really doomed? Does your Immortal Realm have no capacity?"

Fu Xi’s eyes revealed a trace of reluctance, sighing as he spoke to Yang Yan, "This time, you must rely on yourself. Perhaps you’ve already sensed; the Heavenly Dao Controller had long since fallen, and the root of the Ancient Times battle, that eternal entity, the World Tree, resides within you."

Yang Yan was shocked in his heart.

He instantly understood, Fu Xi had long known he possessed a World Tree sapling.

A long time ago, Fu Xi had orchestrated a scheme around him, making him a pawn in the game.

At this point, Fu Xi waved his sleeve, producing a jade stone-made zither in his hand.

This zither looked exquisitely simple, devoid of any ornate decoration, but Yang Yan understood it to be the Fuxi Zither, capable of manipulating hearts.

The light on the Fuxi Zither flashed and then absorbed Fu Xi and Yang Yan into its inner space.

Upon entering, Yang Yan’s expression turned grave, the World-Ending Demon Spear appeared instantly in his hand.

Its Spiritual Power surged, ready to unleash his most powerful attack at any moment should there be any disturbance.