219: Chapter 219 Su Feng Emerges from Seclusion! The Cruel Rules of the War of Myriad Races!

"Phew—"

After two years, Su Feng finally pushed open the heavy gates of the Su Family's ancestral residence.

He took a deep breath of the fresh air outside and looked back with lingering fear.

Even with the [Pure Yang Sacred Body], a cheat-like physique that never ran dry, the experience of being collectively "house-arrested" and drained by his harem over the past two years left him feeling a long-forgotten soreness in his back.

Su Feng habitually called up the System panel to take a look.

[Guaranteed Pity Progress: 9990/10000]

Looking at the progress bar that was only ten pulls away from triggering the pity mechanic again, Su Feng sighed silently.

It was simply too much.

Tu Shan Ya, who was originally cold and disdained competing for favor, combined with Yan Ling'er, who was already clingy and had unlocked every possible "movement"...

When these women got together, they were like a bottomless pit that could never be filled.

If not for his profound foundation, a regular Grand Unity Golden Immortal would have been sucked dry long ago.

"I need to find something productive to do quickly to distract them."

Thinking of the "Battle of Ten Thousand Races" mentioned in the transmission talisman, Su Feng did not delay. With a flicker of his body, he appeared directly in the study where Ying Yue'e handled the Family's political affairs.

"Yue'e..."

Ying Yue'e, who was reviewing territory Jade Slips at her desk, looked up gently. Seeing Su Feng's relieved expression, a mischievous smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of her mouth.

"Husband, have these past two years... been comfortable?"

Hearing this, Su Feng's face immediately slumped.

He didn't try to defend himself. Instead, he walked skillfully to Ying Yue'e's side and lay down, comfortably burying his head in her long, soft legs.

Ying Yue'e smiled tenderly, set down her vermilion brush, and reached out her jade-like hands to gently massage Su Feng's temples. As she massaged, she said:

"Look at how tired you are. Take a good rest then. I'll tell you in detail about this Battle of Ten Thousand Races."

Lulled by Ying Yue'e's soft voice, Su Feng gradually closed his eyes, listening as she explained this grand event that swept across the entire Three Thousand Upper Realms.

As it turned out, the Three Thousand Upper Realms were not eternal and unchanging.

Every long period of time, a certain Upper Realm would gradually decompose and decay due to the exhaustion of its Origin.

When an old world was destroyed, the rules of the Heavenly Dao would give birth to a pure and Spiritually Qi-rich brand-new Upper Realm.

The ultimate championship prize for the "Battle of Ten Thousand Races" opened by the [Venerable Great Illusionary Realm] this time was a brand-new Upper Realm that had not yet been developed by any faction!

The primitive resources and complete Heavenly Dao of an entire Realm!

Such a temptation would drive any ancient race into a frenzy.

The current structure of the Three Thousand Upper Realms had long since been solidified.

The strongest, the God Race, alone occupied twenty of the most resource-rich Upper Realms.

Meanwhile, weak races had to attach themselves to overlords like the God Race or Demon Race to survive, paying annual tributes.

Even mid-tier races often needed dozens of ethnic groups to huddle together for warmth, jointly guarding a single barren Upper Realm.

"Although our Human Race has you presiding over us, husband, with peerless combat power, our foundation is still too thin," Ying Yue'e analyzed the current situation while massaging him.

"Currently, your [Shadow of God] Clone is stationed in the Demon Realm resource zone, dealing with countless harassments and counterattacks from the remnants of the Demon Race every day. It simply cannot leave for a moment."

"The resource output of an old Demon Realm that has been mined for hundreds of millions of years is already enough to support our Su Family's current expansion. One can imagine the terrifying strategic value of that undeveloped new Upper Realm. If our Human Race can take it, our foundation will undergo a qualitative leap."

After listening, Su Feng nodded in agreement.

He turned over, pressing his face against Ying Yue'e's flat lower abdomen, smelling that faint, delicate fragrance, and asked:

"So, how exactly is the ownership of that new Upper Realm decided in this Battle of Ten Thousand Races?"

"This time, the traditional arena point System is being used. The Venerable Great Illusionary Realm will serve as the absolutely neutral refereeing ground."

Ying Yue'e had a photographic memory and recounted the rules clearly:

"The matches are divided into the [Heavenly Immortal Group] and the [Golden Immortal Group]."

"The points for the Heavenly Immortal Group are very low. Among the myriad races, each race can send out one Heavenly Immortal Realm combatant. For every win, their race gains 1 point."

"The real decider is the [Golden Immortal Group]. The Golden Immortal Group is divided into three tiers: Golden Immortal stages one to three, four to six, and seven to nine. The corresponding points per win are 10, 20, and 30 points respectively!"

At this point, Ying Yue'e's face showed a hint of concern:

"However, considering there are so many participating races and their quality varies, the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm will first set up a qualifying round. Only those who successfully challenge it and obtain a Qualification Token are eligible to represent their race in the final arena."

"Husband, our Human Race's disadvantage in the Golden Immortal Group is too great; it's extremely unfavorable for us."

Ying Yue'e sighed and continued, "Although Youchu broke through to the Golden Immortal Realm and possesses Heaven-Defying combat power like the [Great Dao of True Mantras], she has, after all, only just successfully fused her second Great Dao Origin. Her foundation is too thin."

"As for Jiuyou, that girl's cultivation speed is indeed monstrous. In these past two years, she somehow quietly comprehended four more Great Dao Origins! But even so, she can only barely fit into the second tier of stages four to six."

"In a competition format where the top prodigies of the myriad races gather, their disadvantage in Realm is a fatal flaw. As for Miss Ying... although she has the strength of a six-stage Grand Unity Golden Immortal, she is ultimately the Shadow Clan Goddess. Her Bloodline cannot be faked, and the Venerable Great Illusionary Realm will never allow her to represent our Human Race."

Su Feng did not seem surprised after hearing Ying Yue'e's analysis.

He opened his eyes, reached back to gently pat Ying Yue'e's smooth back, and the corners of his mouth curled into an extremely confident arc:

"Yue'e, you don't need to worry too much. Others might not know, but I know that those two girls, Youchu and Jiuyou, are not ordinary Golden Immortals who can be measured by common logic."

"I believe in them. In an arena of the same tier, they will definitely give those self-important foreign races a profound lesson."

Su Feng sat up and stretched. The bones throughout his body let out a series of pops like frying beans, and a terrifying Grand Unity Golden Immortal pressure that slightly distorted the surrounding space flashed for an instant.

"As for the final tier of the Golden Immortal Group with the highest points..."

Su Feng's eyes turned cold and domineering, his tone carrying an air of supreme arrogance:

"As long as I am here! I don't care if it's a God Race Old Ancestor or some hidden monster, your husband will slay gods if gods block him, and slay Buddhas if Buddhas block him! This new Upper Realm belongs to the Su Family!"

"Alright." Su Feng stood up and straightened his white robe.

"I've been in seclusion for so long; it's time to go and stretch my limbs. Come with me to the Martial Arts Field to see how much that fire-breathing dragon Youchu has improved over the past two years."