Chapter 1121: Chapter 1125: War Clan Migration

"Taiyin Star, suppress!"

Seeing that the Holy Clan Patriarch could hardly hold on, Bai Ze’s eyes shone with dazzling light. With a wave of his right hand, the immense Taiyin Star descended with overwhelming power.

As the core of the formation, the power of the Taiyin Star is at least a hundred times that of an ordinary main star, incredibly terrifying.

The heavens and earth are overturned!

The southern Taoist state is thus plunged into ruin!

Fortunately, ninety percent of the Taiyin Star’s residual power was intercepted by the Zhou Tian Star Array, otherwise, the entire Ninth Heaven would have been destroyed.

"Can’t block it!"

Watching the descending Taiyin Star, the face of the Holy Clan Patriarch, covered in cracks, flashed with a hint of fear.

He dared not linger, desperately employing his movement technique, leaving countless illusions behind, attempting to evade this fatal blow.

But unfortunately, the void around was already sealed by the Zhou Tian Star Array, even if he summoned the Hongmeng Purple Qi, he could not break through.

The fame of the four major killing formations is not to be taken lightly.

"No!"

Finally, amidst a cry of despair, the Holy Clan Patriarch was struck by the Taiyin Star, his body shattered, blood splattering, leaving only a trembling remnant soul.

"Suppress!"

At this moment, the Creation Heaven Saint Brush in the distance was also suppressed by the Eastern Emperor Bell.

"Holy Clan Patriarch, you’ve lost!"

"The worst decision you’ve ever made in this life was betraying me, betraying the Demon Clan!"

Di Tian, with the Eastern Emperor Bell above his head and hands behind his back, walked step by step towards the remnant soul of the Holy Clan Patriarch; with each step, the void trembled, and all laws prostrated.

Around him, the divine fire of the Golden Crow blazed, his imperial might vast, as if he were the master of heaven and earth.

The resounding imperial voice shook the void, like a god wielding justice, pronouncing judgment on the Holy Clan Patriarch.

This crime!

For betrayal!

The Holy Clan betrayed the Demon Clan, and must be exterminated!

"Di Tian, stop with the false sentiments here. Even if the Holy Clan hadn’t betrayed, would you dare swear by your Dao heart not to harm the Holy Clan?"

The remnant soul of the Holy Clan Patriarch sneered, mocking.

Di Tian gave no response to this because the Holy Clan Patriarch spoke the truth; regardless of betrayal, even if the Holy Clan became the Demon Clan’s lackey, he would spare none.

He was determined to obtain the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

And the Holy Clan Patriarch, who held the hope to prove the Dao, would also face death!

"Fare thee well!"

Di Tian shook his head with a smile, placed his hand on the remnant soul of the Holy Clan Patriarch, and with slight force, erased it completely.

Flipping his right hand, the Hongmeng Purple Qi appeared in his palm.

It radiated endless Dao power.

And so.

Another Quasi-Saint fell.

Heaven and earth roared; the blood clouds, slowly dissipating, gathered again, howling winds, claps of thunder, and blood rain fell.

Blood-colored rain poured down between heaven and earth, staining everything red.

The ground is red.

The trees are red.

Countless principles and laws turned red.

"Two Quasi-Saints have fallen just as the tribulation begins; it seems we must act as well!"

In the Taoist World, atop a green mountain, the Taoist Master watched as blood rain fell twice in one day, feeling particularly heavy-hearted, murmuring to himself.

He didn’t want to lose his life over the Hongmeng Purple Qi.

Then, his figure gradually became faint and disappeared.

At the same time, the Buddha Master’s silhouette also vanished quietly.

"Congratulations, Your Majesty!"

In the sky above the southern Taoist state, Bai Ze withdrew the Zhou Tian Star Array, stepped to Di Tian, and bowed respectfully.

"Rise!"

Di Tian gratefully lifted Bai Ze up, smiling as he said, "I owe my acquisition of the Hongmeng Purple Qi to the great assistance of the Demon Saint. I promise here, once I merge with the Hongmeng Purple Qi, I will surely find one for you!"

Upon hearing this, Bai Ze also smiled a little.

Who wouldn’t want the Hongmeng Purple Qi?

In the following time, Di Tian and Bai Ze commanded the Demon Clan experts to massacre the Holy Clan, blood flying, staining the Holy City, turning it into a blood city.

It’s no exaggeration to say, the red of the southern Taoist state is half from the rain, and half from the blood of the Holy Clan.

That rain!

That blood!

They merged together, narrating the decline of a tribe.

Boom!

Finally, with a loud rumble, the Holy City that had floated in the sky for eons was cast down to the mortal realm, becoming ruins.

From now on, the Holy Clan, ranked third among all worlds, would forever become historical dust.

The news spread.

The world was shocked, and the powerful were all discolored.

The ground of the southern Taoist state, amidst ancient presences, was shrouded in silence.

In the ancient courtyard, the War Clan’s high-ranking members gathered, all wearing faces filled with dense clouds of worry.

"Everyone, with the patriarch fallen, we must consider our way out!"

The War Clan Leader sat at the head, looked around, and spoke heavily.

Over several eras, the southern Taoist state’s territory belonged to the Holy Clan and War Clan, but now with the Holy Clan destroyed, and the War Clan lacking powerful immortals, it won’t be long before the southern Taoist state becomes a place of conflict.

And the War Clan will become the thorn in others’ sides!

The hall was silent.

All the elders lowered their heads.

"Ru Ling, you speak!"

After waiting a while, the War Clan Leader turned to a young man and inquired.

"Clan Leader, honored elders, I suggest we migrate the entire clan and join the Great Qin Dynasty!"

Battle Command sat in his chair, fingers intertwined, long black hair draped at his waist, his deep eyes flickering with a glimmer of wisdom.

"Unacceptable!"

An elder sitting by the side, as if his seat was scorched, stood up and said, "We cannot abandon our ancestral legacy, nor lose our War Clan honor!"

"I’d rather die than join Qin Dynasty, bow to the human race!"

The tone was resolute and unwavering.

"Indeed!"

"Our War Clan still has four Immortal Emperors, billions of clan members, who can fight, who dare fight!"

"Ru Ling, the cost of migrating the entire clan is really too great!"

Many elders stood up, eyes wide, firmly opposing.

A vigorous fighting spirit erupted from within them, stirring the winds and clouds, battling across nine heavens and ten earths.

War Clan!

With pride of their own!

"Honored elders, if not for ourselves, we must consider the entire clan. Is ancestral legacy and honor more important than the extinction of our lineage?"

After the elders quieted down, Battle Command spoke softly.

With these words, the many elders slightly opened their mouths, seemingly wanting to speak, yet stopped.

"Honored elders, I will ask three more questions. If there are solutions, then we need not migrate!"

"First, during the Dao lineage tribulation, can the War Clan avoid the chaos?"

"Second, can the War Clan resist the tribulation’s opposing clans?"

"Third, can the War Clan defeat the Demon Clan?"

Battle Command took a deep breath and continued to ask.

Facing these three questions, no one in the hall could answer them, all knowing that if the War Clan remained in the southern Taoist state, it was a path to death.

"Clan Leader, you must make the decision!"

After waiting a while, Battle Command stood up and slightly bowed to the War Clan Leader.

"Ru Ling, can the Great Qin Dynasty accept us?"

The War Clan Leader was still a bit uneasy, asking gravely.

"Please rest assured, Clan Leader, I’ve already made contact!"

Battle Command nodded and replied.

"Since that’s the case, as you said, the entire War Clan shall migrate to the Great Qin Dynasty!"

The War Clan Leader said solemnly.

After issuing the orders, he slumped in his chair, his eyes slightly closed, as if a simple sentence exhausted all his strength.