Those figures stood suspended before the Gate of Ascension, their skin a dark purple, their surface adorned with faint scales, and long black horns growing from either side of their foreheads, like chunks of charcoal.
A pair of purple pupils stared down at the several figures being drawn up from below.
"As expected of the Xuanhuang Realm—this time, ten Dao-Entering cultivators have appeared at once," said the leading male creature, who seemed quite familiar with the Xuanhuang Realm, even speaking a language barely different from its own—at least, everyone present could understand his words.
"No wonder the restrictions on this secret realm's gate have been relaxed so much."
The creature, resembling a human but definitely not human, smiled. "Ten Dao-Entering cultivators. I hope we can capture them all. Those who have cultivated to this level in the Xuanhuang Realm are certainly no mediocrities."
"Rest assured, Young Lord. The Xuanhuang Realm has always been a key focus plane. This time, it's our turn. We are fully prepared. No matter how gifted they are, in the end, they will only serve as bridal gifts for our Shamor race."
"Who are you? Why have you come to our Xuanhuang Realm?"
One of the ten newly ascended Emperor-level powerhouses of the Xuanhuang Realm—a wandering cultivator—spoke out, his gaze intensely hostile as he stared at the being claiming to be of the Shamor race.
From the Gate of Ascension, figures continued to pour forth without end. Looking into the distance, there were already over a thousand of them.
And the auras they emitted were immensely powerful. Pseudo-Emperor-level auras alone numbered well into the triple digits.
Thousands of miles away, countless spiritual avatars also noticed that something was wrong.
"So this is the so-called invader, the so-called calamity?"
Mo Tianxiao frowned deeply, his gaze fixed on the thousand-plus figures descending from the sky, a sense of unease rising in his heart.
There were already over a hundred Pseudo-Emperor experts alone, and the remaining hundreds of figures radiated auras no weaker than Saint-level powerhouses.
With such a lineup, could the Xuanhuang Realm truly withstand these so-called invaders?
"This doesn't look good. If this is really the case, I'm afraid all our preparations will be futile," said many Saint-level cultivators, their expressions grim. Weaker cultivators, upon witnessing such a scene, felt despair creeping into their hearts.
Could it be that the Great Cataclysm of Extinction from ancient times was about to repeat itself in the Xuanhuang Realm?
"The Shamor race... this makes things difficult," Xuan Xiaotian muttered, his brow furrowing slightly.
"Senior Turtle, you know them?" Mo Tianxiao turned to look at Xuan Xiaotian in surprise.
Xuan Xiaotian's expression grew solemn, as he sank into recollection. "Emperor-level cultivators possess the ability to traverse the void. During the Xuanhuang Realm's golden age, its Emperor-level experts once explored the world beyond."
"That vast starry sky is home to countless races, and the Shamor race is one of them. To humans, the Shamor race is an alien species, and they view humans as aliens as well—hostile ones at that."
"This calamity... will be hard to overcome..."
Having survived one great catastrophe before, Xuan Xiaotian was well aware of many details. If the invaders were human, the situation might not be so extreme—they might just plunder resources, and a polite one might even leave something behind for the Xuanhuang Realm.
But if they were an alien race, then only one side could survive.
"Insignificant humans. Though you have stumbled into the Dao-Entering realm, you are not worthy of conversing with us, the noble Shamor race."
In total, over a thousand Shamor entered the Xuanhuang Realm. The Gate of Ascension fell silent.
The Xuanhuang Realm trembled slightly, and a formidable force abruptly emerged, seemingly intent on expelling these invaders. However, the leader of the Shamor Clan merely took out a mirror, from which several streaks of energy shot forth and merged into the bodies of over a thousand tribesmen.
The next moment, the Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang Realm, as if losing its target, settled into calm.
“Listen up, natives of the Xuanhuang Realm. No matter how powerful you are in this world, before the Shamor Clan, you are nothing but resources. If you obediently hand over all your treasures, the Shamor Clan might consider taking you as slaves, allowing you to eke out an existence in this world.”
The voice of the Shamor Clan, amplified through a magic artifact, reached the ears of all cultivators in the Xuanhuang Realm, instantly sparking fury among many.
“What bullshit Shamor Clan? You’re neither human nor ghost, so poor you have to pillage other worlds for resources. Can’t afford to eat, you bastards?”
“These morons are way too cocky! Is the world outside the Xuanhuang Realm full of trash like this? Looks like I won’t consider ascending after all—no point running into these idiots.”
“If you’re not ascending, then I’m not either.”
The Shamor Clan’s aggressive approach, backed by the oppressive pressure of over a thousand figures, did unsettle many cultivators of the Xuanhuang Realm. But as the saying goes, the Xuanhuang Realm was vast. A mere thousand or so intruders, strong as they might be, couldn’t flush everyone out. Couldn’t fight them? Then just hide. These bastards weren’t going to squat in the Xuanhuang Realm forever, were they?
“What’s with the Shamor Clan? Do they think the Xuanhuang Realm has no one to stand up to them?”
Daoist Qingwei frowned. With so many invaders, the Xuanhuang Realm stood little chance of resistance. Perhaps even his Taishang Dao Sect’s legacy wouldn’t survive.
Before leaving, he had to do something for the Xuanhuang Realm.
With that thought, Daoist Qingwei lightly flicked his fly whisk, unleashing a terrifying aura that shot toward the Shamor Clan.
He was not the only one with such intentions. Several other cultivators joined the attack, sending beams of light hurtling toward the Shamor Clan. In an instant, the entire sky shattered like broken glass, cracking with a roar.
Though numerous, the Shamor Clan’s invading force was suppressed by the Heavenly Dao of the Xuanhuang Realm. The highest cultivation level among them was merely that of a Half-Emperor. Even if there were a hundred Half-Emperors, they were still only Half-Emperors—mere ants before a true Emperor.
Yet, facing the combined assault from several Emperor-level experts of the Xuanhuang Realm, the Shamor tribesmen showed no panic. Instead, they simultaneously activated their cultivation and summoned a jade disk.
The jade disk blazed to life, projecting a curtain of light that blocked the Emperor-level attacks. Even the strikes that tore through space failed to budge the disk by even a fraction.
The young leader of the Shamor Clan looked at the Emperor-level experts, a sneer curling at the corner of his mouth. “Did you think we came unprepared? You’ve probably never seen a treasure of this grade in your entire lives, have you?”
“For the next hundred years, the Xuanhuang Realm will become a living hell. Pity you won’t live to see it.
Of course, rather than worrying about the Xuanhuang Realm, you’d better worry about yourselves. There are plenty more of my people waiting for you outside.
Cultivators from the Xuanhuang Realm are quite popular among the Other Races.
You can only blame your bad luck—it just so happens that the secret realm’s passage falls under the jurisdiction of my Shamor Clan.”
“You!”
The faces of the several Emperor-level cultivators turned ashen. They had only just ascended, and now the Xuanhuang Realm was about to suffer such a catastrophe, yet they could do nothing.
Even because of the attack just now, its power had surpassed the upper limit of the Xuanhuang Realm. The pulling force of the guiding light suddenly surged violently, and several Emperor-level experts who had struck were instantly dragged into the Gate of Transcendence and vanished without a trace.
The remaining few were also pulled helplessly toward the Gate of Transcendence.
“Young friend Mo, if you cannot prevail, remember to take refuge in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains.”
“Mo boy, no matter what, Little Xue and Nannan are the final bottom line—protect them well!”
Several voices reached Mo Tianxiao’s ears, leaving him filled with helplessness.
Faced with over a hundred Quasi-Emperor experts, even the Emperor-level could do nothing. How could he, a mere Saint-level cultivator, possibly stand a chance against these alien races?
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