164: Chapter 164 The Vast Land, the Spirit Race Reigns Supreme!

Zhao Yi didn't know how big he had become. Looking down, he could no longer see the figure of Approximate.

However, this gray space seemed boundless. No matter if Zhao Yi grew larger or smaller, he remained suspended in the air.

There was no sky above, no earth below; there wasn't even an "above" or "below." The direction of "above" only appeared because Zhao Yi subjectively considered the direction above his head to be "above."

As Zhao Yi grew larger, the great sumeru treasure hoe naturally grew larger as well.

Once it reached a certain size, Zhao Yi swung the great sumeru treasure hoe, focusing on a single point, and struck repeatedly.

"Break for me!"

If he were in the Qingling Realm, Zhao Yi could use his full strength to turn this space into nothingness.

But this was the Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm. When the great sumeru treasure hoe struck the Void Realm, it couldn't touch the space at all; every swing of the hoe was empty.

"Damn it!"

Zhao Yi's immortal power was running low. Just then, another Zhao Yi appeared, also holding a hoe.

"Mirror Tribulation?"

"Damn it, impersonating me?"

"Die!"

Both Zhao Yis spoke at the same time.

They raised their hoes, like two old farmers who didn't understand cultivation, and smashed them directly at each other.

The two hoes collided.

The real great sumeru treasure hoe directly smashed the mirrored great sumeru treasure hoe into nothingness, and without losing momentum, struck the mirrored Zhao Yi into fragments.

"As expected, products from the System are top quality. Without the great sumeru treasure hoe, my strength would drop by at least thirty percent."

Zhao Yi was not dead, so the Mirror Tribulation naturally did not end. A moment later, two Zhao Yis were mirrored. Relying on the advantage of the great sumeru treasure hoe, Zhao Yi barely won.

Half a day later, four mirrored Zhao Yis appeared. Fighting four of himself, even holding the great sumeru treasure hoe, Zhao Yi was no match.

With that, what was the point of struggling?

Zhao Yi threw the great sumeru treasure hoe away.

"You win. I'm not playing with you anymore."

Then he sat cross-legged in the Void Realm and turned into nothingness.

Beneath Zhao Yi's feet, Approximate was beaten into a pulp by two mirrored Approximates.

...

The Zhao Yi who appeared again was much calmer.

Approximate, in his brow, was no longer making a sound.

"This is only the sixth death tribulation."

"Master, do you think we can survive this Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm?"

Zhao Yi...

He realized belatedly that the Substance of Eternity rewarded by the System didn't seem like a good thing. It made it impossible for him to die, forcing him to endure this Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm.

"Don't worry, we will definitely survive."

"Anyway, since we can't die, let's just endure it slowly!"

Zhao Yi had no choice but to endure; once he endured through it, he would be out.

...

Zhao Yi was trapped in the Hundred Deaths Tribulation Realm, and the entire Great Yin Immortal Dynasty was in chaos. Li Xuanye was killed by Zhou Yan in the Great Yin Immortal capital, signaling the complete collapse of the Human Race's Immortal Dynasty.

The destruction of the Yuan Sect caused the Extreme Sect, the Balance Sect, the Ruins Sound Sect, and the Ming Sect to completely abandon resistance.

The Five Sects, the last foundation of the Human Race, had also been crushed by the Spirit Clan.

The entire Human Race of the Qingling Realm had become food farmed by the Spirit Clan. Especially those Cultivators who practiced cultivation; once caught by the Spirit Clan, they could not escape the fate of being eaten.

Ruins of the Yuan Sect.

A few Human Race Cultivators were hiding.

"Didn't they say the Crazy Mine Old Ancestor was Undergoing Tribulation here?"

"Why is there nothing here?"

These Cultivators were not old, looking only eighteen or nineteen, with cultivation only at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Refining.

They were scurrying through the ruins, completely unaware of a black shadow circling in the sky, watching them.

"Screech~"

An eagle's cry scared these Human Race Cultivators into collapsing to the ground.

"Eagle-man?"

"We are finished."

"You guys run, I'll block them."

A young man held a sword, protecting the others.

"Brother Xu Zong~"

"Run!"

The Eagle-man in the sky was about to swoop down.

"Heh heh!"

"Want to run?"

"Let me tell you, if any one of you manages to run away, my name isn't Ying Jie."

Ying Jie had already formed a Demon Core. According to Human Race Cultivators, he was a Golden Core Stage Eagle-man. How could a few small Qi Refining Cultivators survive meeting him?

"Golden Core?"

Xu Zong, who was responsible for covering the retreat, regretted it deeply. Had they known there were Spirit Clan patrols in the ruins of the Yuan Sect, they would not have held onto hope; this was truly throwing their lives away for nothing.

The Eagle-man was very close; Xu Zong could already see the eagle talons. This was a monster with an eagle's body and a human head.

"My life ends here!"

Xu Zong could already imagine his head being crushed by the eagle talons. Just then, a streak of black light suddenly surged up.

"Monster, die!"

"Screech~"

Ying Jie let out a miserable scream as his head was smashed directly, splashing red and white gore all over Xu Zong.

Bang!

When the eagle corpse landed, Xu Zong saw clearly that the one who saved him was a Human Race Cultivator.

"Many thanks to Senior for saving my life."

That man shook his head.

"You are thanking me too early. There is a bigger one in the sky."

"Wu Chuan, you finally decided to show yourself."

"A Body Integration Stage Cultivator actually made this old man chase him for thirty thousand miles. The Human Race truly has many Prodigies."

"What?"

"Is this the burial ground you chose for yourself?"

Wu Chuan held a hoe in his hand.

Although his expression was weary, his eyes were still bright and piercing.

"Shi Zhong, you are unworthy of being a Mahayana Spirit Clan member. You actually chased a Body Integration Stage Cultivator; you have no shame at all."

"Haha~"

"What use is shame?"

"In my eyes, you are just food."

Wu Chuan...

He was filled with grief and indignation that he could not express. How could a perfectly fine Cultivator become food?

"Alright, enough playing."

A figure appeared before Wu Chuan and Xu Zong, with a human body and a snake head. That snake head flicked its tongue, yet spoke in human language.

"Don't resist, don't get excited, and don't be afraid!"

"Otherwise, the meat will turn sour."

"Once the meat turns sour, it won't be delicious."

As Shi Zhong spoke, drool even flowed out. He truly regarded Wu Chuan as food.

Wu Chuan...

The difference in cultivation was too great. After running around for thirty thousand miles, he had already done his best.

"It's a pity, I didn't get to see Master one last time."

Just when Wu Chuan intended to surrender, a familiar building appeared abruptly not far away.

"Fuyu Palace?"

"Master, is that you?"

"The legend that you were at the Yuan Sect was true after all."

"Master, help!"

Shi Zhong faced Wu Chuan, looking at the shouting Wu Chuan, his eyes filled with mockery.

"Such a low-level trick, you've used it countless times on this journey. Do you think I'll still believe you?"

Unexpectedly, Wu Chuan ignored him completely and knelt down: "Disciple Wu Chuan, pays respects to Senior Martial Uncle."

A gentle voice sounded behind Shi Zhong.

"Get up."

"Who!"

Shi Zhong quickly turned around. A man in white robes was riding a cloud, suspended in mid-air.

"Is this the Yuan Sect?"

"How did the perfectly fine Yuan Sect become ruins?"

"No, where is the immortal fate?"

"Where is Zhao Yi?"

"Why did he bring me here?"

This man in white robes was none other than Li Yingzhen, who had been in seclusion for a long time.

"Your cultivation?"

Shi Zhong was already a Mahayana Cultivator, but when facing Li Yingzhen, he actually felt like he was facing a mountain. That heavy feeling was completely different from a Mahayana Cultivator.

"Are you a Tribulation Crossing Stage Cultivator?"

"Impossible, how can the Human Race still have an expert like you?"

"Outsider?"

"Damn it!"

"How dare you, actually daring to step foot into my Great Yin Immortal Dynasty?"

"Hahaha~"

Shi Zhong heard this and almost laughed to death.

"Great Yin Immortal Dynasty?"

"It died long ago."

"Now..."

"Vast Earth, Spirit Clan Dominance!"