Chapter 375: The Holy Flower of Bhutala

The Warlock Deity and the Great Demon Deity quickly agreed upon their respective contributions. After the war had reached this point, neither of them was willing to retreat. As long as they emerged victorious and seized this Xia Clan world, the Warlock Deity could freely select powerful beings from the Divine Realm to send into the “Red Stone Mountain,” all under binding oaths beforehand. Then, a vast amount of treasures would fall into their hands.

Secret techniques of World God rank? Precious treasures? All would be within their grasp, greatly enhancing both their powers and foundations.

“Dongbo Xueying is the final obstacle,” the Warlock Deity’s eyes gleamed with eerie light. “We just need to wait another ten days or so.”

“Just endure this last stretch of time. Once the treasure arrives, we can trap Dongbo Xueying, and he won’t be able to stop us anymore,” said the Great Demon Deity.

The Warlock Deity gazed through the outer wall at the white-robed young human man hovering in the air outside.

Never before had he so desperately wanted to kill a single transcendent being!

“Daring to block my path, a mere transcendent fool. No matter how hard you struggle, you will surely fall. Then, I will exterminate your entire Xia Clan!” The Warlock Deity sneered. He would let the race of magical beasts proliferate across the entire Xia world. Of course, the beasts of this world would no longer worship the Warlock Deity, but the Grand Temple of Earth! This had already been agreed upon with the Grand Temple.

“Yuan Qing is actually a magical beast?” Within the Star Tower, Yu Jingqiu, who had been resting, found it hard to believe.

“Pei Shan, how dare he!” The battle-qi clone of Palace Master Chen roared in fury. He had always disliked those Xia transcendent beings who joined the Demon Deity Cult, but their selfishness was one thing. Now that the entire Xia Clan’s survival was at stake, Pei Shan had gone this far. This pained Palace Master Chen deeply—he regretted misjudging the man.

“Even among our Xia Clan, Yuan Qing was extremely gifted, probably second only to Xueying. And he turned out to be a magical beast… Magical beasts have inherently lower comprehension than humans. He must be one of the greatest transcendent beings in the history of the magical beasts.” Two half-gods of the Xia Clan within the Star Tower, serving the Grand Temple of Earth, sighed with emotion.

That there were traitors within the Xia Clan was something they had long suspected. But Yuan Qing being aligned with the magical beasts was still shocking.

“Boom!”

“Whoosh—”

Far away, near the massive fortress, a fierce battle raged in midair. The ‘Nine-Serpent Warship’ and a flame-covered warship had appeared. The Nine-Serpent Warship repeatedly launched serpentine spears at the Xia Clan’s spindle-shaped warships. The flame-covered warship unleashed countless fire dragons—over a hundred in total—roaring through the air, attacking the Xia warships.

Dongbo Xueying tried to intervene, but both the Nine-Serpent Warship and the flame-covered warship were far faster than him, easily evading his pursuit.

In an instant, the thirteen spindle-shaped warships of the Xia Clan were temporarily held back.

Peng peng peng peng peng peng!!!!

Wielding the black Blood-Drinking Spear, over a thousand li long, Dongbo Xueying swept it across the sky, manifesting the illusion of slowly rotating black stars. He struck the main fortress with a mighty blow. One of the six sub-fortresses had already been destroyed, and at this very spot, Dongbo Xueying launched his full assault. Boom! Boom! Boom! The main fortress trembled repeatedly, desperately trying to dissipate the force.

“The Third Spatial Pillar Formation has shattered.”

“Hurry! Hurry!”

A group of half-gods were painstakingly guarding all the spatial pillars, either replacing them or repairing them. The Warlock Deity and the Great Demon Deity were also determined to hold on for another ten days or so, no matter the cost.

Day by day passed.

Sixteen days had gone by in the blink of an eye.

“It’s here.”

The Warlock Deity’s true body retrieved the treasure and then ordered a divine warrior from the Divine Realm to deliver it through a spatial channel. He dared not even let his subordinates carry it, fearing any mishap. They simply could not afford to lose this treasure—if anything went wrong, there would be no way to obtain another.

Outside, all was quiet.

The Xia Clan’s warships had returned to rest, for their supply of divine crystals was limited. The thirteen spindle-shaped warships could not attack endlessly. Dongbo Xueying was also resting, sitting cross-legged alone in a distant desert. The Blood-Drinking Spear indeed placed a great burden on his soul.

“It’s in our grasp,” the Warlock Deity stretched out his right hand, revealing a crystalline black seed resting in his palm.

Though black, the seed was nearly transparent, its surface flowing with countless divine patterns.

“We paid a heavy price to obtain it,” the Great Demon Deity murmured. “If not for the Sovereign’s revelation, I wouldn’t even have known such a treasure existed.”

“The Bhutadara Sacred Bloom… quite a beautiful name,” the Warlock Deity praised.

“With it, we are assured of victory,” the Great Demon Deity said. “We will use it to trap Dongbo Xueying, and then we can begin constructing the entire Xia Clan world into a colossal fortress! No matter how powerful Dongbo Xueying is, he won’t be able to shake it. We can immediately cultivate plant lives, insect beasts, and other creatures—especially highly venomous insects. It won’t take long to cultivate them up to the peak of the Divine Rank.”

“Mm,” the Warlock Deity nodded.

The Xia Clan world was a place where divine beings could not directly enter.

Even the venomous insects could only be sent in at the peak of the Half-God Rank, then cultivated further to reach the Divine Rank, even growing to the peak of that rank.

“Within a year, the entire Xia Clan world can be transformed into a fortress!” the Great Demon Deity smiled. “As for the venomous insects, a couple of centuries will suffice to cultivate them to the peak of the Divine Rank. Raising dozens of them and launching a coordinated assault—I wonder if Dongbo Xueying will have any chance of survival!”

“Pity the Star Tower still stands…” the Warlock Deity frowned.

The Star Tower’s world force was immense. Ordinary Half-Gods dared not appear, for they would be crushed to dust by the world’s power!

Even warships or Elder Youping would have their strength halved under the overwhelming force of the Star Tower. They could not carry out large-scale constructions. Laying down formations and building piece by piece… the current ‘main fortress’ had been prepared in advance and placed all at once. But such a mobile super fortress came at a great cost.

To construct a fortress encompassing the entire Xia Clan world, it could not possibly be mobile.

“With Dongbo Xueying trapped, the Star Tower? A twelfth-tier Star Tower consumes divine crystals at an incredible rate. They won’t be able to hold out for long,” the Great Demon Deity said confidently.

“Mm, once the Star Tower’s membrane collapses and the great fortress is completed, we’ll have countless ways to deal with Dongbo Xueying,” the Warlock Deity sneered coldly. “Then we’ll keep attacking him relentlessly, leaving him no time to cultivate or grow stronger. His defeat is certain. After all the effort we’ve put in… killing just one transcendent being, he truly deserves to be proud.”

“Don’t kill him too quickly. I want to take his soul and torment him. He’s cost me dearly,” the Great Demon Deity said.

“That’s a minor matter,” the Warlock Deity nodded. “Let’s begin.”

“What a delightful prospect.”

The Great Demon Deity took the seed, took a step forward, and vanished.

It was night now.

Through the membrane of the Star Tower, one could see the full moon hanging in the sky. Moonlight filtered through the membrane, bathing the vast desert below.

Dongbo Xueying sat in deep meditation, allowing his spirit to settle and unwind. Wielding supreme artifacts from the Celestial Dominion exerted tremendous pressure even upon an Ascendant. Fortunately, this was a blood-bound divine armament—had it been otherwise, he wouldn’t have been capable of brandishing it at all.

“Hmm?” Dongbo Xueying turned his head toward the distance.

A figure had appeared in the air before the distant fortress. He wore fierce, black armor covering his entire body, with a pair of curved horns on his head. Besides the black armor, his entire form burned with crimson flame. His black armor was lined with countless weapons, each razor-sharp. His eyes burned with fire as he gazed at Dongbo Xueying from afar.

“Great Demon Deity?” Dongbo Xueying, still sitting cross-legged, rose to his feet. With a wave of his right hand, the Blood-Drinking Spear appeared in his grasp. “Haha, it’s rare indeed. After all this fighting, you, Great Demon Deity, have never faced me directly.”

Though he laughed, Dongbo Xueying remained highly cautious. If the Great Demon Deity had appeared in person, he could not afford to be careless.

“The Warlock Deity has fought you before, but unfortunately, his cultivation was still too low to kill you,” the Great Demon Deity said, his figure wreathed in crimson flame as he strode through the void. Outside the crimson flame was a layer of pitch-black darkness, like a bottomless abyss. “For you, I have prepared this special armor, imbued with the most terrifying curses of the Abyss of Darkness. This time, you will surely die.”

“Is that so?” Dongbo Xueying sneered. Curses? As Elder Ge Bai and Elder Fei Yun had said, such dark arts could not threaten him. Unless it was true strength—such as a transcendent being of extraordinary might or a powerful deity—then perhaps he could be defeated. But curses? Witchcraft? All useless.

“Die!” The Great Demon Deity’s voice thundered across the heavens. As he spoke, the pitch-black darkness surrounding his crimson flame began spreading outward, quickly turning the surrounding sky pitch-black…

The Great Demon Deity stood as the sole figure within the endless darkness, his crimson flame burning fiercely.