173: Chapter 173 The entire clan is enraged, and the army is pressing in!

The totem activated by the blood soul token was like a red-hot branding iron.

It was deeply imprinted upon the heavens above the Lin Clan's territory in the Taigu Realm.

Scarlet and hideous, it radiated endless fury and killing intent.

The moment the alarm sounded.

The entire Lin Clan territory—this desolate land that had been silent for countless millennia—completely boiled over.

Within the massive stone temple complexes floating above the sea of clouds.

Countless Lin Clan powerhouses in secluded cultivation abruptly opened their eyes.

Strands of peerlessly powerful Divine Thought, like a violent tsunami,

Instantly tore through the Void Realm, converging toward the border.

"The blood soul token!"

"It's the patrol team stationed at the Desolate Ancient Border!"

"They've been wiped out! Their Divine Soul imprints all dissipated in an instant!"

"Who! Who dares to be so insolent on my Lin Clan's land!"

Countless strands of Divine Thought frantically intertwined and collided in the Void Realm, setting off waves of spatial ripples.

At this moment, the upper echelons of the entire Lin Clan

Were instantly overwhelmed by messages of anger and disbelief.

Contained within every strand of Divine Thought was a towering rage sufficient to freeze a galaxy.

They were the Primordial Lin Clan!

A high-dimensional race with a Legacy dating back to the Immortal Ancient Era, possessing noble Bloodlines and looking down upon the myriad realms!

Never mind their own territory.

Even in other large domains of the Taigu Realm, no one dared to provoke them lightly.

But now, a group of ants from the Lower Realm who had emerged from some unknown corner

Had not only crossed between realms,

But had slaughtered one of their elite patrol teams on their own territory!

This was no longer a provocation.

This was blatant humiliation!

It was taking the Lin Clan's eternal glory, trampling it into the ground, and grinding it with force!

Lin Clan Ancestral Land.

Inside an ancient stone temple carved from an entire stellar core.

Over a dozen Lin Clan Elders, their Auras unfathomable and their bodies entwined with the Laws of the Great Dao, gathered together.

Every single one of them was a Quasi-Emperor level powerhouse who could make a Star Domain tremble with a stomp of their foot.

Right now, these usually high-and-mighty Elders

Were, without exception, filled with fury and killing intent.

"Outrageous!"

"A bunch of bastards from a lower plane actually dare to reverse-invade us? How dare they!"

A gaunt Elder slammed his hand onto the jade table in front of him, making the entire hall tremble.

"Investigate! Investigate this for me! Just what is the background of these ants!"

Another Elder roared, the power of the Law contained in his voice

Causing the surrounding Void Realm to emit a mournful cry under the strain.

Soon, a Disciple in charge of intelligence came scrambling in, reporting with a trembling voice.

"Re... Reporting to the Elders!"

"The invaders... come from a low-level plane called the Nine Heavens and Ten Earths."

"According to the last Divine Thought image sent back from the front lines,

Their leader seems to be a... young man named Qin Yu."

"Nine Heavens and Ten Earths?"

"Qin Yu?"

The Elders in the hall looked at each other, all seeing deep confusion and contempt in each other's eyes.

What kind of unheard-of backwater was this?

Right at that moment.

A burly Elder with a fiery temper suddenly stood up.

His muscles were knotted and his red hair burned like flames.

He was a substitute Elder of the Lin Clan's War Hall, Lin Xiaotian.

"Just a bunch of rats hiding their heads and showing their tails!"

Lin Xiaotian's voice was like a great bell, his eyes burning with bloodthirsty Battle Intent.

"What need is there to investigate! Mere Lower Realm ants dare to insult the majesty of my Lin Clan!"

"Leave this matter to me!"

He slammed his fist against his chest, producing a dull thud like clashing metal.

"I will personally lead the Mountain Splitting Army to grind those suicidal bastards into ashes!"

"I will use their skulls to build a Jingguan monument.

Let it serve as a deterrent to the heavens, showing the fate of those who dare to provoke my Lin Clan!"

Lin Xiaotian's words instantly ignited the fury of all the Elders in the hall.

"Good! Let Xiaotian go and give those Lower Realm hicks a lesson they will never forget!"

"Activate the ancient cross-territory teleportation array! Do not spare any energy!

Ensure the Mountain Splitting Army reaches the border in the shortest possible time!"

"Tell Lin Xiaotian, we want no prisoners, only death!

Thoroughly obliterate their Divine Souls for me!"

Orders were handed down one after another.

Soon, in the deepest part of the Lin Clan Ancestral Land.

A massive teleportation platform, thousands of miles in diameter and silent for ages, emitted a deafening hum.

A pillar of light piercing the sky tore through the sea of clouds, stirring the wind and clouds.

Countless Lin Clan warriors clad in heavy black armor, their Auras ferociously peerless, were like a black tide.

They surged from all directions, stepping into that brilliant gate of light.

They were one of the Lin Clan's most elite legions, the Mountain Splitting Army.

Every soldier possessed the terrifying strength to tear a Saint apart with their bare hands.

They had only one mission.

Crush all enemies!

...

Meanwhile.

The Qin Family's Zhentian Army fleet continued to advance in a straight line toward the heart of the Lin Clan's territory at an unhurried pace.

Li Yuan's figure appeared before the imperial chariot, kneeling on one knee as he reported respectfully.

"Reporting to the Divine Son, the scouts have returned."

"The Lin Clan has reacted. An elite legion of about a hundred thousand men is rushing toward us via teleportation arrays.

It is estimated that they will encounter our army in half an hour."

Behind the bead curtain of the imperial chariot, Qin Yu was reclining lazily on a soft couch.

Beside him, Lin Cangyue was carefully peeling an immortal fruit, her slender fingers guiding it into his mouth.

Hearing Li Yuan's report, Qin Yu lightly lifted his eyelids and spoke:

"Oh? A hundred thousand?"

He gently chewed the immortal fruit, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful arc.

"They only sent that many?"

"Are they here to be funny?"

This nonchalant question made Li Yuan's mouth twitch.

Divine Son.

That is an elite legion of a Primordial race, not some random rabble.

"Pass down the order."

Qin Yu's voice rang out again, carrying a hint of impatience.

"The fleet is to ignore them. Maintain the original course and continue advancing toward their ancestral land."

"This Divine Son has no time to play this back-and-forth house game with them."

"As you command!"

Li Yuan's heart chilled as he immediately took the order and withdrew.

He understood Qin Yu's meaning.

Ignore them!

This was the ultimate contempt!

You assemble a massive army and aggressively come to intercept me.

And I don't even put you in my eyes, heading straight for your home base.

This kind of psychological blow was far more lethal than any tactic.

Half an hour passed in an instant.

Above the vast and boundless desolate land.

The two massive fleets finally met head-on under the watchful eyes of everyone.

On one side was a steel torrent composed of tens of thousands of golden warships.

Their formation was solemn, their golden light brilliant, like Heavenly Gods descending to earth.

On the other side were over a thousand even larger warships.

Black ships spliced together from hideous skeletons, with towering Devilish Qi, primal and overbearing, like Hell descending.

Two completely different types of iron-blooded Evil Qi violently collided in the Void Realm.

They pressed down on the plains below, creating series of bottomless, terrifying cracks.

The great battle was on the verge of breaking out.

Right at that moment.

From the Lin Clan's black fleet, on the leading warship,

A violent figure stepped out from the formation.

It was the commander of the Mountain Splitting Army, Lin Xiaotian.

He stood suspended before the two armies, the terrifying pressure of a Peak Saint King sweeping out like a tsunami.

It instantly enveloped the entire battlefield.

His eyes, burning with rage,

Were deathly locked onto the most luxurious golden imperial chariot at the center of the Zhentian Army.

A thunderous roar echoed through the entire world.

"Lower Realm bastards, get out here and meet your death!"