379: Chapter 380 How incredibly generous!

The ferocious expressions of the three great Yao Race Sovereigns froze on their faces, their eyes filled with shock and rage.

Below, dozens of Human Race mighty figures were dumbfounded, completely unaware of why this Human Race Supreme was suddenly laughing wildly.

Even the Void Realm illusions above the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons trembled slightly, as if stirred by this extreme emotion!

The entire Demon Burial Plain battlefield fell into an eerie silence—only Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya's laughter shook the heavens and earth, lingering for a long time!

He laughed until he doubled over, hot, turbid tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, tracing paths down his wrinkled cheeks.

These were tears of joy, tears of grievances and despair suppressed for a thousand years, finally released!

He extended a trembling finger, first pointing at Chu Changsheng, then suddenly turning towards Luo Xiaojiu and Li Jiuyou. His voice was hoarse and broken from extreme excitement, yet every word was like a thunderclap, exploding in the firmament, spreading to every corner of the Demon Burial Plain, and even piercing through the Void Realm to reach the Cave of Ten Thousand Demons billions of miles away:

"Heavens!"

"What have I seen?!"

"World Tree!"

"Ten Fiend Dao Fruit!"

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body!"

"Nine Nether Underworld King Body!"

"Hahahaha! Heavens!"

"How generous you are to my Human Race...!"

This cry, wrapped in the unyielding spirit of the Human Race for tens of millions of years and hiding the hopes of the billions of living beings in the Northern Region, shook the heavens and earth, causing the Yao wind to dissipate and tainting the greed and killing intent of the ten Yao Race Void Immortals with a trace of hard-to-conceal trepidation!

Every word was like a Nine Heavens divine thunder exploding, carrying the earth-shattering power of creation, ruthlessly smashing onto the Divine Souls and hearts of the myriad living beings on the Demon Burial Plain, setting off a turbulent Divine Soul shockwave that made the Divine Souls of countless Cultivators and Yao generals roar as if they were about to split, their blood surging like boiling water, almost ready to erupt.

At first, whether they were Human Race Cultivators or fierce Yao generals, all stood frozen on the spot, their eyes filled with extreme confusion and shock, as if they had been struck senseless by these two sudden titles, their breathing stagnant.

They had just witnessed the power of the World Tree's ancient Dao rhythm and the domineering fierceness of the Ten Fiend Dao Fruit; that kind of world-destroying terror had already been carved into their bones.

But the "Desolate Ancient Sacred Body" and the "Nine Nether Underworld King Body"—these two Supreme titles, sealed in the deepest depths of the river of time and buried by history, were too ancient and too ethereal for the vast majority of living beings in the current Myriad Heavens and Worlds, having long ago turned into myths and legends passed down by the ancestors of old.

They were even regarded by countless younger generations as illusory bubbles fabricated by the ancients, never truly taken seriously, and only seen as unreachable delusions in the world.

However—Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya's identity was the most solid proof in this world!

As the number one powerhouse of the Northern Region Human Race, his Supreme position as a Peak Earth Immortal had long stood at the pinnacle of the Human Race Cultivator pyramid.

At this moment, burning his own essence blood as fuel, with Dao rhythm surging like a Dragon around his body, this shocking roar he emitted with all his might, every word weeping blood, every sentence shaking the Soul—how could it be baseless or empty talk!

Even more Soul-stirring was that when all living beings followed Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya's trembling, white-knuckled finger and once again focused their gazes tightly on the side of that simple and unadorned bronze carriage—

The two young figures who had been silently standing by from the beginning, their auras hidden, who had appeared on the battlefield before but had not attracted much extra attention, suddenly became the absolute core of the entire Demon Burial Plain at this moment, becoming the sole destination of thousands of gazes!

An instinctive palpitation originating from the deepest depths of the Soul, like a cold tide, spread silently, radiating from beside the bronze carriage and sweeping across every inch of the Demon Burial Plain—

Making countless living beings feel a chill down their spines, their hearts trembling inexplicably, and even their fingertips couldn't help but feel cold.

Luo Xiaojiu was dressed in a goose-yellow dress, originally delicate and lively, like morning dew in the mountains, her eyes hiding the vivid innocence of a youth, untainted by the mundane world.

But at this moment, under the scorching gaze of countless eyes—some suspicious, some shocked, some probing, some fiery—and even more so because Half-step Earth Immortal Jiang Wuya had exposed her Origin with a single word.

The special Origin on her body, which was originally restrained to the extreme and almost merged with the heavens and earth, seemed to have been fiercely stirred by an invisible hand, suddenly revealing a trace of a clue.

Under her jade-white skin, a wisp of pale golden divine radiance quietly circulated, becoming several times brighter than before.

Even though it was still weak, it already emitted a majestic Qi and blood that was extremely Yang and rigid, dominating the heavens and earth!

As the Qi and blood surged, it was like a prehistoric beast awakening from an eternal slumber, carrying the magnificent power of creation, rolling and spreading in all directions.

Wherever it passed, Human Race Cultivators felt their blood suddenly boil, the spiritual power in their Meridians operating uncontrollably on its own, as if nourished by this Supreme Qi and blood, their entire bodies filled with an unprecedented sense of power—even their cultivation barriers seemed to show signs of loosening, a precursor to a Breakthrough.

And those keen-witted Yao Race members, however, were like encountering a natural enemy, instinctively curling their bodies, their fur standing on end.

A pressure and fear deep into their bones swept through their bodies, as if facing the Supreme nemesis naturally suppressing the Yao Race—even their breathing became stagnant, and their limbs and skeletons were locked by an invisible pressure.

On the other side, Li Jiuyou was dressed in a profound black tight-fitting outfit, his black hair hanging over his shoulders, his face already carrying a somewhat sickly paleness.

But the moment countless gazes converged on him, the surrounding light of heaven and earth seemed to be madly devoured by an invisible force, suddenly dimming by several degrees.

It was as if he himself was a bottomless Nether black hole, sucking in all the light and temperature in the world, and even the vitality of heaven and earth was quietly fading away.

An indescribable chill and deathly silence, wrapped in the Supreme pressure of the Underworld King, slowly permeated from his body, as if the Lord of the Underworld, who had slept for eternity, had finally quietly opened his cold eyes at this moment.

Just a leak of his aura caused the surrounding temperature of heaven and earth to drop by dozens of zhang, with biting cold winds howling and swirling.

Even the heavy blood scent and biting Evil Qi permeating the air were instantly frozen under this extreme chill, then turned into the purest, most bone-chilling intent of death, wisp by wisp, drilling into the limbs and skeletons of every living being, piercing straight into their Divine Souls.

Many lower-cultivation Cultivators and Yao Beasts, the moment their gazes touched Li Jiuyou, felt a bone-chilling cold from their Divine Souls, as if tightly wrapped by countless Nether cold auras, the stabbing pain unbearable—

Their Divine Souls seemed about to be dragged into the boundless eternal darkness by this intent of death, never to be reincarnated again!

"This... the Qi and blood on this girl... is so terrifying! The 《Barbarian Elephant Force》 I Cultivate is actually running on its own, and the speed is more than several times faster than usual!"

A Human Race Body Cultivator general's eyes were wide with shock, and he exclaimed involuntarily.

He could clearly feel that his Physical Body seemed to be crazily nourished by that extremely Yang Qi and blood, every inch of his muscles and bones, every drop of his blood emitting a joyful tremor—his Physical Body foundation was quietly improving.

"I specialize in Yin-attribute Cultivation Techniques, why is it that upon seeing that young man in black, I feel my whole body's magic power stagnant, my Divine Soul trembling incessantly? It's as if... as if I am facing the Dominator of death itself!"

A Human Race ghost Cultivator mighty figure's face was as pale as paper, his eyes filled with extreme horror.

The cold, Yin power he had painstakingly cultivated seemed like a child playing with a knife in front of Li Jiuyou, vulnerable to a single blow, with no deterrent power at all.

"Desolate Ancient Sacred Body... Nine Nether Underworld King Body..."

At the top of the Demon-Suppressing Tower, the withered body of the red-robed old man from the Lihuo Divine Palace trembled violently, his mouth murmuring and repeating these two titles, his aged face filled with disbelief.

A dazzling, brilliant light suddenly erupted in his turbid eyes:

"Senior Jiang Wuya's vision is heaven-reaching, seeing the subtle to know the manifest, he absolutely cannot be mistaken... But, how is this possible? These two Supreme Physiques in heaven and earth, didn't they already... lose their Legacy and disappear since the end of the Primordial Era?"

"Historical records state that the last Desolate Ancient Sacred Body died of exhaustion during the ancient bloody battle of the ten thousand races. Their body turned into Dao, and their endless essence blood nourished the vast land of the Central Plains, which was the only reason my Nanming Continent Human Race gained a glimmer of survival and has continued to this day..."

"The last Nine Nether Underworld King Body was even more so, because they violated the Supreme taboo of the Underworld, was stripped of their Physique Origin, cast into endless Reincarnation, suffered the misery of ten thousand generations of sinking, and could never be reincarnated... How... how could they possibly reappear in the world?!"

The old man's voice carried an uncontrollable tremor, full of incredulity and extreme shock.

The Sect Master of Tianyan Sect held the Heavenly Secret Compass, the light on the compass flashing like day, the pointer spinning crazily, almost about to shatter.

His fingers gripped the compass tightly, his knuckles white, and even his body was trembling slightly:

"It is definitely not an illusion... The Qi mechanisms are interacting, and heaven and earth are resonating! Golden Dao patterns are faintly appearing around this girl, which is seven parts similar to the signs of the initial awakening of the Desolate Ancient Sacred Body recorded in ancient books! This young man... look at the shadow at his feet!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice, only to see that the black shadow at Li Jiuyou's feet was like a living creature, slowly wriggling and surging, silently devouring the surrounding Death Qi and the remnant Souls of the fallen living beings.

Wisps of black mist rose and coiled from the shadow, revealing a bone-chilling Nether coldness—as if even light could be dissolved by it:

"This is a heaven and earth phenomenon that can only be triggered by the top-tier Nether Physique! It is the Nine Nether Underworld King Body—absolutely true!"

"Hiss—!" A sound of gasping for air resounded throughout the entire venue. The bearded general's tiger eyes widened, his pupils constricted, his face filled with extreme shock and ecstasy:

"That is to say... Senior Jiang Wuya's words are true?! Our Human Race... not only has a Void Immortal mighty figure who wields the World Tree and possesses the Ten Fiend Dao Fruit, but by his side, there is also a future 'Desolate Ancient Sacred Emperor' and a future 'Nine Nether Underworld Lord'?!"

This realization was like a thunderclap exploding in the hearts of all the Human Race powerhouses who had reacted, and like a monstrous storm, madly sweeping through their minds, setting off turbulent waves.

The initial confusion and doubt vanished in an instant, quickly replaced by indescribable ecstasy, excitement, and an extreme sense of happiness that was almost dizzying—even their blood was boiling crazily!

World Tree Void Immortal—masters slaughter, suppresses the current age, can single-handedly block the enemies of the ten thousand races, and holds up the Human Race's Heavenly Palace!

Desolate Ancient Sacred Body—battles the future, shatters the firmament, Physical Body can shake Immortal Artifacts, Qi and blood can destroy all laws!

Nine Nether Underworld King Body—controls life and death, determines Reincarnation, Divine Soul can suppress the Underworld, Death Qi can bury the Myriad Heavens and Worlds!

What kind of concept is this?! This is simply the reappearance of the prosperous age of the mythological era! It is the Supreme Opportunity bestowed by heaven to protect the Human Race!