Fighting Internally When a Formidable Enemy Is at the Door I Won’t Hold Back

In an instant, eighty Golden Immortal clansmen were lost, dealing a devastating blow to the already dwindling population of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan!

Truth be told, the energy fluctuations emitted by the Chaos-Colored Pearl weren’t particularly strong. If not for the Seal of Spirit-Severance suppressing their magic, any single Golden Immortal could have easily subdued it.

But the crux of the matter was—without access to magic or divine abilities, relying solely on their basic physical strength, how could they possibly resist a pearl capable of freely unleashing spells?

Indeed, this trial was far from simple. A Chaos Supreme Treasure wasn’t so easily obtained!

Feng Jinhuang’s face darkened as if it could drip with fury. She spread her arms like a mother hen, shielding her clansmen behind her, wary of another sneak attack from the Chaos-Colored Pearl.

Meanwhile, the five ancient clans on the mountainside slowly drew closer, attempting to form a larger defensive perimeter against the unknown threat.

Seeing this, Feng Jinhuang tried to pull her clansmen toward them to join forces.

But the Yin-Yang Daoist, the Great Luo Ancestor of the Green Lotus Ancient Clan, sharply refused: "Don’t come any closer! That mysterious pearl’s attacks are targeting you. Don’t try to shift the disaster onto us!"

The other four Great Luo Ancestors of the ancient clans watched her with equal indifference.

As the saying goes, where there are treasures, there are guardians. Without paying a price, how could one claim such a prize?

Did they expect their own clansmen to be the sacrificial offerings?

Don’t be ridiculous—better others die than oneself. The slowest would be the first to fall!

Earlier, in the Spirit Treasure Paradise, they had all been brothers in joy, feasting on sweet rewards.

But now, in the Five Elements Mountain Range, the stick had come down—they were merely surface-level allies, nothing more.

"Fine, fine, fine! Instead of uniting against a common enemy, you’d rather fight among yourselves? Do you really think sacrificing my clan alone will bring you safety?!"

Feng Jinhuang laughed in extreme anger, her beautiful eyes blazing as she glared at the five Great Luo Ancestors.

The Yin-Yang Daoist replied coldly, "I advise you to save your breath. If that mysterious pearl gets its fill, maybe a few of your clansmen will survive."

Feng Jinhuang gave him a deep look but said nothing more. Silently, she turned and led her clansmen into a mining pit they had dug earlier.

Meanwhile, within the barrier space formed by the eighty Chaos-Colored Pearls...

After observing for a long time, Chen Yi finally noticed something unusual.

That Yin-Yang Daoist... seemed a bit too erratic?

Could the will of Wuji be possessing him?

"Tricky..."

"If Wuji hasn’t shown itself yet, is it trying to ambush me?"

"If it’s planning an ambush, it wouldn’t possess a Golden Immortal. A Taiyi might be possible, but to unleash enough power, only a Great Luo would be the optimal choice!"

"There’s no reason for it to skip a Great Luo and settle for a Taiyi or Golden Immortal. After all, even when it possessed that little golden dragon with a complete ancestral artifact, I still outmaneuvered it. If it possessed a Taiyi, it wouldn’t stand a chance against me—let alone a Golden Immortal!"

"So, there’s over a ninety percent chance Wuji’s will is hiding among the six Great Luo. A Taiyi retains a slim possibility, while Golden Immortals should be safe. I can act, but cautiously."

After rigorous deduction, Chen Yi finally made his move against the eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.

Under normal circumstances, without fusing a Three-Star Chaos Avatar, he wouldn’t stand a chance against a Golden Immortal, let alone eighty of them. Whether early-stage or mid-to-late-stage, suppressing eighty Golden Immortals would require at least eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars!

Eighty Three-Star Chaos Avatars—that’s seven hundred and twenty One-Star basic avatars! Even if he drained himself dry, he couldn’t produce that many!

But that was just theoretical. In practice, fusing nine Three-Star Avatars into a Five-Star would easily subdue these eighty Golden Immortals!

And more realistically, these eighty Golden Immortals had willingly donned the Seal of Spirit-Severance to enter the Five Elements Mountain, sealing their magic and rendering their abilities useless. With only their frail Golden Immortal physiques, how could they resist Chen Yi, who wasn’t bound by the seal?

To put it bluntly, a One-Star Avatar swinging a halberd with full force could deliver a strike powerful enough to obliterate a Golden Immortal’s physical defenses!

Of course, Chen Yi wasn’t so ruthless. He merely knocked out all eighty Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan.

After all, these were premium-grade "materials"—too valuable to waste. Taking them back to the Ziwei Immortal Realm to fill in the variables was the proper way to use them!

Speaking of which, the Ziwei Heavenly Dao was already preparing to ascend to the Celestial Immortal rank. The "materials" that had "ascended" from the Divine Land Continent had already been exhausted, all reincarnated for a fresh start, leaving an urgent need for such high-quality replacements.

It wasn’t like they could just throw the Heavenly Officials into the variables again, right?

After painstakingly training a group of seasoned administrators, losing even one would be an unbearable blow!

The Ziwei Immortal Realm had long shed its early chaotic struggles and was now operating smoothly. Even the once-troublesome Matchmaking Department no longer dared to target Heavenly Officials—especially Bai Yujing, the longest-serving direct-attached immortal.

That scoundrel, notorious for his misdeeds, had incited such public outrage that he was democratically voted out of office during the first Immortal Court Congress. However, due to the unique nature of his position, he retained his rank and was exiled to serve as a river god in some remote tributary, where he nearly died of boredom.

But enough digressions—back to the main topic.

These eighty Golden Immortals were precious. While the Immortal Realm might not prioritize them given its vast resources, the Ziwei Immortal Realm was in desperate need!

Though the Ziwei Immortal Realm’s rank wasn’t yet high, Golden Immortals were resilient enough to shoulder variables that Ziwei natives couldn’t handle—variables the Ziwei Immortal Court wouldn’t dare touch, they would!

In short, they’d bear what the Ziwei Immortal Court could bear, and they’d bear what it couldn’t!

Golden Immortal bodies—premium-grade materials!

That was Chen Yi’s justification for his underhanded tactics.

"Thank you, Wuji, for delivering so many treasures. I won’t hold back!"

Chen Yi smirked and immediately began inspecting the bodies of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan’s Golden Immortals.

"Ah~ So itchy... something’s touching my body..."

"Goosebumps all over... damn it, wake up! Why can I feel the changes but can’t control my body?!"

"Oh~ I think I just shivered... what the hell is that thing doing to me?!"

"No, no, NO!!!"

The Golden Immortals of the Taichu Heart-Soul Clan weren’t actually unconscious!

They had merely been struck by a mysterious will, causing their consciousness to invert, their souls to flip, rendering them unable to control their bodies or resist—forced to endure silently...

The physical discomfort soon faded, but the mysterious pearl clearly wasn’t satisfied. It began forcibly invading their consciousness!

The eighty Golden Immortals’ suspended hearts... seemed a little too dead now.