168: Chapter 168 The Great Thousand Feathered Clan! The Ancient Ancestor of the Seven Origins Descends!

"Gulp..."

Over Tianshu City, someone swallowed hard, the sound piercingly loud in the deathly silent space.

Among the over one hundred Grand Unity Golden Immortals, which one of them was not usually a supreme overlord worshiped by hundreds of millions of living beings?

Yet now, being pointed at by a man in his thirties and called "trash," not a single one of them dared to stand up and retort immediately!

The reason was simple: that Grand Unity Golden Immortal from the God Race had been defeated too quickly and too miserably just moments ago!

"Is… is that the aura of five Great Dao Origins? How long has it even been since he promoted from a Heavenly Immortal to a Golden Immortal?" A Loose Cultivator Grand Unity Golden Immortal's voice trembled, and he had even begun to consider retreating.

"Bullshit!"

The Giant Spirit God of the Titan Race shook his head violently, his massive body erupting with a deafening roar, as if trying to bolster his own courage:

"How could anyone in this world cross from a Heavenly Immortal to a Grand Unity Golden Immortal in half a month?! This absolutely violates the iron Laws of the Heavenly Dao!"

"That attack of his just now must have borrowed the remaining power of that top-grade Immortal Artifact, or he used some ancient forbidden technique that burns Lifespan! He is bluffing!"

The Giant Spirit God's words were like a shot of adrenaline, instantly bringing those hesitant Grand Unity Golden Immortals to their senses.

"That's right! Look, there is no manifestation of standard Grand Unity Laws on him at all; he is definitely strong on the outside but weak on the inside!"

"At most, he's just a freak who has just comprehended two or three Origins! With over a hundred of us Grand Unity Immortals, we can wear him down to death!"

Greed, in the end, overcame fear.

The temptation of the Ancient Heavy Pupils was simply too great, great enough to blind them and make them gamble on that "one-in-a-million" chance.

And at this moment.

In the Void Realm turbulence over a hundred thousand li away, a wretched white figure, supported by a group of God Race experts, came stumbling back.

It was none other than the God Race Grand Unity Golden Immortal who had just been blasted away by Su Feng with a single word, "Scram"!

At this moment, did he still have any semblance of holiness or nobility?

Eight of the twelve pairs of wings on his back had been forcibly torn off, golden blood stained his white robe, and half his body was covered in terrifying scars like shattered porcelain.

"Su Feng! You lowly Human Race ant, how dare you damage my Origin!!!"

The God Race Grand Unity Golden Immortal, disheveled and wild, roared like an enraged mad dog: "Do you think that with a few weird tricks, you can provoke the majesty of my God Race?!"

Listening to the man's barking, Su Feng stood in the Void Realm, too lazy to even pick his ear, merely curling his lips into a sneer of extreme mockery:

"God Race?"

"Stop gilding your own faces. If others don't know your background, don't you have any self-awareness?"

Su Feng's gaze pierced through the falsehoods, as if seeing through the hypocritical facade of these so-called "gods," and his tone was filled with undisguised disdain:

"In these Three Thousand Upper Realms, you rely on a pair of bird-man wings to claim yourselves as gods. But looking at the true Major Thousand Worlds… who dares to presumptuously call themselves a god? Apart from those above the Saint level, who dares to steal the name of gods?"

"You are nothing more than an insignificant branch of the Feather Clan from the Major Thousand Worlds, exiled to this lower plane. A flock of poultry that thinks it's a swan just by sticking a few bird feathers on itself, and you dare to call me lowly to my face?"

Boom!

Su Feng's words were like stripping away the last fig leaf of these "gods," directly exposing the secret they least wanted to mention from the depths of their hearts, bloody and raw, before the entire Three Thousand Upper Realms!

There are no gods in the Major Thousand Worlds, only the Feather Clan!

"You… how could you know the secrets of the Major Thousand Worlds?!"

The God Race Grand Unity Golden Immortal's pupils contracted violently, his face turning purple with extreme shame, anger, and shock.

Su Feng looked disdainful; Ying Liuli, who was in his main body's embrace, was a native Shadow Clan member from the Major Thousand Worlds, so this little secret meant nothing at all.

But the God Race had no way back!

If they could not suppress and kill this Su Feng today, the prestige that their God Race had painstakingly built up in the Three Thousand Upper Realms over countless epochs would be completely swept away!

"Good! A good Human Race madman! Since you refuse a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit, I will let you see the true foundation of my God Race!"

The God Race Grand Unity Golden Immortal disregarded his injuries, bit his tongue tip violently, and sprayed a mouthful of pale golden Origin essence blood into the Void Realm in front of him.

He formed Seals with his hands rapidly, chanting an extremely ancient and obscure incantation:

"With my blood, open the ancient God Mausoleum!"

"Respectfully invite… the God Race Ancient Ancestor to descend! Eradicate the heretic!"

As he chanted, that massive [Holy Judgment Warship] erupted with blinding blood-gold light, and in its deepest recesses, it seemed as if a bronze door, sealed for endless years, was slowly being pushed open.

"Rumble—!!!"

An aura of decay and antiquity, yet terrifying to the extreme, erupted suddenly like a volcano that had been dormant for hundreds of millions of years!

As soon as this aura appeared, the hundred or so surrounding Grand Unity Golden Immortals all simultaneously felt their own [Great Dao Origin] within their bodies being subjected to extremely intense suppression!

"This… what level of power is this?!"

The Giant Spirit God of the Titan Race trembled all over, and true fear finally appeared in his eyes.

"Crack!"

The sky above the warship was forcibly torn open by a pair of large hands that were withered like tree bark but covered in golden feathers!

Immediately after.

An old man, hunched and gaunt, with a back that was somewhat bent, walked slowly out of the void, leaning on a white bone scepter.

The old man's eyes were closed, and there was no magnificent light on his body, only a dense, inseparable aura of death and decay.

But!

The moment he appeared, behind his head, seven distinct, substantial halos of different colors suddenly emerged!

Seven Origins!

This was a living fossil, the true ceiling-level existence of the Three Thousand Realms, having lived for who knows how many epochs!

"Who is it…"

The Feather Clan Ancient Ancestor slowly opened his murky eyes, which were filled with endless death energy, his voice as hoarse as two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together:

"Who is it, waking this old one from slumber?"

"Ancient Ancestor!"

The severely injured God Race Grand Unity Golden Immortal immediately knelt in mid-air, pointing at Su Feng in the distance, and shouted hoarsely:

"It is that Human Race brat! He insulted my God Race, not only possessing the Ancient Heavy Pupils, but also mastering some kind of weird Origin Fusion method! I beg the Ancient Ancestor to take action and suppress and kill him!"

The God Race Ancient Ancestor turned his head, his murky gaze piercing through millions of li of distance, landing on Su Feng.

When he saw Su Feng's eyes, calm as water, the Ancient Ancestor's state of mind, which had not fluctuated for ten thousand years, inexplicably skipped a beat.

"An interesting bone age… such a young Grand Unity Golden Immortal."

The God Race Ancient Ancestor, leaning on his white bone scepter, moved his withered lips slightly:

"Junior, this old one has not taken action for three hundred thousand years."

"Hand over the secrets on you and the Ancient Heavy Pupils, and this old one can show mercy and leave a sliver of incense for your Human Race."

Facing this terrifying Ancient Ancestor who controlled seven Great Dao Origins and suppressed the giants of the Three Thousand Realms so they couldn't even lift their heads.

Su Feng just twisted his neck in boredom, making a crisp "crack" sound.

He looked at the God Race Ancient Ancestor, with no emotional fluctuation in the depths of his eyes.

"A living fossil with seven Origins?"

"Old thing, your bones are so brittle, I'm afraid that if I punch down…"

"You won't even have the chance to find a grave to be buried in."