297: Chapter 297 Changes in Heaven and Earth

Desolate Ancient Continent. Southern Region.

In this land occupied by the Yao Race, the Law of the jungle—the survival of the fittest—was more severe than in other regions.

At this moment, by a lake spanning nearly ten thousand miles, hundreds of strange Cultivators with frog heads and human bodies were gathered together.

"Clan Chief, what should we do? Three days ago, the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan issued an ultimatum, ordering us to leave this lake..."

"They are going too far!" The leading Cultivator was at the Saint Early Stage cultivation level. "Our Mud Frog Clan has lived in this lake for over a thousand years!"

"We have always loved peace and lived without worldly disputes. The surrounding races have all tacitly accepted that this lake belongs to our Mud Frog Clan! Now, the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan actually wants to attack us! Do they really think there are no other great clans in the Southern Region?!"

"There is no other way, Clan Chief!" One of the Dragon Transformation Peak Cultivators said with deep worry. "The Holy Dragon-Snake Clan has now attached themselves to the Yinyue Dynasty and has an Immortal backing them. No other Yao Race dares to make an enemy of them..."

"That's right! Not long ago, the Great Strength Bull Demon Clan tried to stand up for the Hummingbird Clan, and their Old Ancestor was beaten into serious injury by people from the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan!"

"Sigh!" The Saint Mud Frog let out a soft sigh. "I know about this matter. I didn't expect that piece-of-trash Immortal, who cannot distinguish good from evil, would lend the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan an Emperor Weapon!"

"Hehehe!" At this moment, a cold, sinister laughter came from afar. "I was wondering whether or not to spare your Mud Frog Clan, but to think you would dare to insult an Immortal. Now, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to die easily!"

As the voice faded, a group of Cultivators, also numbering in the hundreds, arrived at the lakeside.

The leader had a ferocious Dragon head and was at the Saint Late Stage cultivation level.

"Yan! Don't spout such hypocritical nonsense! For over a year, you have been constantly encroaching on our territory!"

"Even if some Yao Race agreed to give up their territory, they were still brutally hunted down by you in the end! You would think of sparing our Mud Frog Clan?"

"Hahaha..." Yan Xiao laughed wildly. "I've heard that you Mud Frogs aren't very strong, but your brains are decent. Seeing you today, it truly lives up to its reputation!"

"It seems we will have to keep your brains later; they can serve as food to nourish our own..."

At this point, the Mud Frog Clan Chief no longer held back and revealed a look of mockery.

"You worms do indeed need to nourish your brains. I heard your stupid son didn't watch where he was going three years ago and died in the Heavenly Court! Hahaha... That is retribution!"

"Shut your mouth!" These words clearly touched a sore spot for Yan Xiao. He let out a sharp howl. "Kill! Leave none alive!"

"Everyone, kill! Killing one is breaking even! Killing two is a profit!" The Mud Frog Clan Chief roared as well.

Just as the two sides were about to clash, the lake water nearby suddenly began to boil for no reason, and in the blink of an eye, it evaporated without a trace.

"This... what is going on?"

"In a thousand years, we have never encountered such a situation..." The Mud Frog Clan and Holy Dragon-Snake Clan Cultivators were all stunned in place.

"Mud Frog Clan! Are you playing tricks?" Yan Xiao's eyes were filled with uncertainty and suspicion.

"Beast!" The hundreds of Mud Frog Clan Cultivators, after being stunned, were filled with grief and indignation. "You destroy our home and then try to frame us!"

Clearly, they attributed the change directly to the actions of the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan.

"Hmph! Do you think I'm afraid of you? Kill!" Yan Xiao ordered with a cold laugh again.

However, this battle was destined not to happen.

"Crack, crack, crack..." In the ten-thousand-mile-wide deep pit where the lake water had vanished, a new change occurred.

A massive fissure running through the entire pit suddenly split open, and endless gray Nether Qi rushed out from below, causing the entire area to tremble incessantly.

It then extended to the entire Southern Region and the entire Desolate Ancient Continent!

Central Province, Heavenly Court.

The Lord of Sacred Heart Mansion appeared in mid-air, staring blankly toward the south, his face filled with an excitement that had never appeared before.

"It is... it is her... it is them who have returned! It seems there really isn't much time left..."

After speaking, he closed his eyes and carefully sensed the changes in heaven and earth.

A few breaths later, he opened his eyes, a look of relief appearing in them. "The layout of tens of thousands of years was not in vain!"

Meanwhile, the Yinyue Dynasty.

Dongfang Lin sat alone in a secret room when his expression suddenly changed, followed by a look of joy.

A moment later, a wave of cultivation fluctuation emanated from him, then immediately retracted.

He slowly stood up, his eyes filled with confusion. "I didn't expect that I could advance my cultivation in the Lower Realm to reach the Void Immortal Peak!"

"The shackles of heaven and earth have actually loosened again, and the environment for cultivating is extremely good. What is the reason for this?"

"Hmm?" He frowned, feeling the tremors throughout the Desolate Ancient Continent. His figure moved, and he appeared high in the sky, looking toward the south of the continent.

"Swish, swish, swish..." Soon, several figures appeared behind him. These were all Great Saints who had come to the Yinyue Dynasty to seek refuge with Dongfang Lin.

"Immortal, do you know what has happened?"

Dongfang Lin glanced at them. "I do not know!"

"Then... should we send people to investigate?" The Erha Saint, under the guidance of an Immortal, had already broken through to become a Great Saint half a year ago, and now asked cautiously.

"I will go myself!" Dongfang Lin said in a calm tone. "Carefully sense the changes in heaven and earth; now is a good opportunity for you to Cultivate!"

As he spoke, space fluctuated, and the figures of Dongfang Meng and Jiao Yufeng appeared not far away.

Dongfang Lin's scalp immediately went numb, and before he could speak again, he teleported away.

"Meng-lang..." Jiao Yufeng immediately twisted in dissatisfaction in Dongfang Meng's arms. "Lin-lang is always hiding from me like this..."

Dongfang Meng smiled. "Feng-er, isn't it because you drain him too much every time? Forget it, it seems he has serious business this time. Let's punish him when he returns!"

The few Great Saints felt their hearts churning, but they could only pretend not to hear, bowed to Dongfang Meng and his companion, and left in a hurry.

Southern Region, lakeside.

Gray Nether Qi rushed out from the fissure without stopping, merging with the aura of the Desolate Ancient Continent, gradually changing this world.

As the first Cultivators to witness this scene, both the Holy Dragon-Snake Clan and the Mud Frog Clan forgot to attack, their attention completely captured by the massive fissure.

"Clan Chief! Could it be that a supreme treasure is being born?" A Holy Dragon-Snake Clan Cultivator whispered a reminder to Yan Xiao.

"Hmph! Do you think I couldn't think of that? Do I need you to tell me?" Yan Xiao sneered. "It seems Heaven is helping our Holy Dragon-Snake Clan. The treasure didn't appear early or late, but just happened to emerge when we arrived!"

"First, stop this group of Mud Frogs. Wait for me to retrieve the treasure! I want them to die with grievances! Hahaha..."

The battle broke out instantly. The Holy Dragon-Snake Clan Cultivators who followed Yan Xiao were already much stronger than the Mud Frog Clan, and easily surrounded the hundreds of Mud Frog Clan Cultivators.

Seeing this, Yan Xiao did not dare to delay any longer and immediately approached the pit fissure.

However, the closer he got, the more shocked he became.

"Such... such powerful resistance! Could it be... could it be that an Emperor Weapon is being born?"

"No, that's not right. I have seen the Emperor Weapon the Immortal lent to the Great Saint Old Ancestor, and it definitely did not have such pressure! Could it be something stronger than an Emperor Weapon?"

Thinking of this, his heart burned even more, and he advanced toward the great fissure with all his might.

After a full half-stick of incense, Yan Xiao's forehead was sweating, his face was pale, and he finally walked to the very edge of the fissure.

At this moment, violent gray Nether Qi was rushing into the sky almost right before his eyes.

He gritted his teeth tightly, flipped his palm, and a red light appeared in his palm.

"I hope this Dragon tendon left by our ancestor will be effective!"

"Go!" After muttering to himself, he let out a low roar and flung the Dragon tendon in his hand fiercely toward the fissure.