539: Tributary Battle 1

The Alliance, composed of six major races, launched an all-out search under the command of its high-ranking officials.

A manhunt targeting Xu Qing unfolded in the lower reaches of the Xu River.

Tens of thousands of Half-Ancestor realm powerhouses formed search grids, led by a One-Step Dao Ancestor, scouring every stretch of the river and every Chaos continent.

Their Divine Thoughts intertwined into an inescapable net, not letting go of any abnormal energy fluctuation.

Furthermore, dozens of Three-Step Dao Ancestors served as support, concealed throughout the lower reaches of the Xu River, ready to respond to any sudden developments.

Meanwhile, six Four-Step Dao Ancestors lay dormant at several key locations in the lower Xu River, awaiting Xu Qing's passage.

An operation of such scale was extremely rare in the past ten eras.

The vast search teams covered the sky and earth, with various investigative Divine Abilities and Ancestral Artifacts flashing in the Chaos, startling the native creatures of the Xu River into fleeing far away, not daring to approach in the slightest.

Time passed in the tense search—one year, two years... Ten years went by in a flash, yet Xu Qing seemed to have vanished into thin air, without a trace.

It wasn't until the thirteenth year that a turning point finally appeared in a relatively remote tributary in the lower reaches, where the Chaos Qi currents were unusually turbulent.

A search party, a mixed force of the Emptiness Clan and the Thousand-Eyed Clan, led by two Two-Step Dao Ancestors and over a dozen One-Step Dao Ancestors, totaling more than three thousand Half-Ancestors, discovered Xu Qing's whereabouts here.

Xu Qing stood quietly on a relatively calm section of the river, his Aura almost merging with the surrounding Chaos, as if he had been waiting for a long time.

"Target found! It's him!"

The Two-Step Dao Ancestor of the Thousand-Eyed Clan, Dao Ancestor Qianming, had his main eye in the center of his brow instantly burst forth with divine light, locking onto Xu Qing.

At the same time, he unhesitatingly crushed an emergency communication jade slip, instantly sending the coordinates to all members of the six races.

"Form a formation! Stop him!" Dao Ancestor Xuchen of the Emptiness Clan roared, his voice carrying a subtle tremor, a mix of fear and resolve.

Clearly, they knew they couldn't stop Xu Qing, but they still intended to use their lives as a price to hold him back as much as possible.

The Cultivators of the two clans moved instantly.

The Emptiness Clan powerhouses became illusory, jointly setting up a Void Forbidden Zone, making large areas of space sticky and sluggish, attempting to restrict Xu Qing's elusive spatial and temporal methods.

The Thousand-Eyed Clan Cultivators, on the other hand, revealed their true forms, opening the Dharma Eyes all over their bodies, and various bizarre beams of light containing petrification, annihilation, and Chaos intertwined into a Myriad-Eye Demonic Net, covering Xu Qing from all directions, intending to interfere with his Dao Soul and erode his Dao Body.

Xu Qing's lips curved into a faint smile; he could easily leave, but his appearance at this moment was for the sake of reaping.

Over the past thirteen years, he seemed to have gained some enlightenment, so after resolving matters here, he was ready to return to seclusion.

"I shall play with you all."

He did not use the power of space-time to dodge, but instead, Chaos vortices appeared in his eyes, and an indescribable power of Devour erupted.

The Myriad-Eye Demonic Net that covered him disintegrated and collapsed the moment it met his gaze, its contained energy directly devoured and used to nourish himself.

"What?" Dao Ancestor Qianming was horrified; the Divine Ability of their Thousand-Eyed Clan was broken so easily.

"He is no ordinary Three-Step Dao Ancestor; naturally, he cannot be judged by common sense!" Dao Ancestor Xuchen reminded him.

At the same time, Xu Qing took a step, his figure seemingly slow, yet he Strangely passed through the Void Forbidden Zone, as if the forbidden zone was non-existent to him.

He raised his hand and pressed down, Yin and Yang Qi gushing from his palm, forming a giant Taiji Dao Diagram that rotated and pressed down.

This time, it was not a fierce killing Divine Ability, but a silent power of Assimilation.

Hundreds of Half-Ancestors who failed to dodge were swept by the edge of the Dao Diagram, their Dao Foundations instantly shattered, perishing on the spot, their essence absorbed by the Dao Diagram.

"Stop him!" Dao Ancestor Xuchen roared, joining forces with Dao Ancestor Qianming to unleash their respective Dominator-level Daos; the power of the Void and the Thousand-Eyed Evil Light fused, transforming into a grey light pillar that blasted towards the Taiji Dao Diagram.

"Boom!"

Energy collided violently, but the Taiji Dao Diagram remained unaffected, instead sweeping down rapidly, with the Yin and Yang circulating, carrying an Aura that could obliterate all things.

The Divine Abilities of the two Two-Step Dao Ancestors were instantly broken, and they spat out blood, flying backward, their eyes filled with incredulous horror.

Their combined efforts couldn't even withstand a casual blow from their opponent!

They finally understood why several powerhouses of the six races had perished; the opponent's strength far exceeded their imagination.

Xu Qing did not immediately kill them, but like a cat playing with a mouse, he weaved through the small team, screams rising and falling, and this river domain instantly turned into a Hell.

At the same time, as the news spread, Dao Ancestor Heifeng and others were overjoyed, rushing towards that direction at the fastest speed.

And the six-race search teams, scattered across the vast lower reaches, also surged in from all directions.

Powerful Auras tore through the Chaos, heading towards the battlefield.

The nearest teams arrived first, continuously joining the fray.

A Magma Clan Two-Step Dao Ancestor was the first to arrive, roaring as he transformed into a ten-thousand-foot Magma Giant, his fists wreathed in the Earth Core Flame that could incinerate all things, smashing towards Xu Qing.

Xu Qing didn't even look, striking out with a backhand, instantly compressing space to form an invisible barrier.

The Magma Giant's fist slammed into the spatial barrier, erupting in a deafening roar, but it couldn't advance an inch.

The next moment, Xu Qing's Chaos Dao Eye flashed in his eyes, and the flames around the Magma Giant instantly went out of control and rolled back, instead engulfing him, turning him into a charred giant stone in a mournful cry, falling into the Xu River.

Another Shadow Sprite Clan Three-Step Dao Ancestor silently appeared in Xu Qing's shadow, and a divine chain formed by the Shadow Dao coiled around Xu Qing's ankle, attempting to drag him into the Shadow Dimension.

Xu Qing's figure swayed slightly, and the Dao of Space-Time flowed; he seemed to instantly place himself at another time node, and the shadow entanglement missed.

He flicked his finger, and a faint glow containing the power of space-time annihilation entered the shadow.

The Shadow Sprite Clan Three-Step Dao Ancestor couldn't even let out a scream, and along with the Shadow Dimension where he was hiding, he was completely erased from space-time.

The more reinforcements arrived, the more tragic the casualties became.

Xu Qing sometimes used space-time folding to redirect the attacks of several enemies onto their own people, and sometimes used Yin and Yang reversal to make opponents' Daos conflict, eventually leading to their demise by backlash.

His pair of Chaos Dao Eyes repeatedly achieved miraculous feats, breaking all methods and devouring their Divine Abilities and Daos.

The waters of the Xu River were dyed various bizarre colors, and shattered Dao Bodies and dissipated Origin energy floated everywhere.

When the six Four-Step Dao Ancestors arrived at the battlefield, spanning endless distances at the fastest speed, they witnessed a scene of Hell.

The originally murky tributary of the Xu River now floated with tens of thousands of remnants of the six-race Cultivators, among them many One-Step and Two-Step Dao Ancestors, and even two or three corpses of Three-Step Dao Ancestors, each with a solidified expression of fear on their faces.

Less than thirty percent of the Cultivators were still alive, and each was wounded, fearfully keeping their distance from the figure that resembled a demon god.

Xu Qing stood amidst the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, his green robe still clean, as if the massacre just now had nothing to do with him.

He calmly looked at the six powerhouses who had arrived, his eyes as still as an ancient well.

"You've finally arrived!" Xu Qing looked at them with a cold sneer.