260: Chapter 260 Myriad Star Domain! A powerful backer wiped out with a single slap!

"Buzz—!"

Above a vast, desolate, and weed-covered basin, space vibrated violently like ripples on water.

A brilliant streak of Holy Light pierced the sky, followed by an exquisite and graceful figure falling out of a space-time tunnel.

It was none other than Jialuo, the Twelve-Winged Goddess of the God Race, who had fled from the Yuchuan Realm without hesitation by relying on the Emperor's Feather.

"Whew..."

Jialuo stabilized her body and took a breath of air.

In an instant, a surge of immortal power, so dense it almost felt physical, poured frantically into her limbs and bones through her nose and mouth.

"Such pure Law energy!"

She could clearly feel that in this world, her Great Dao Origin of Light began to resonate spontaneously as if it had encountered sweet rain, even showing signs of another transformation and sublimation!

"As expected, even the air in the Major Thousand Worlds is sweet!"

She turned to glance at the space-time tunnel that had completely closed, her eyes showing no trace of attachment to her homeland or clansmen.

"That human Su Feng is indeed a monster that cannot be judged by common sense. Staying in the Three Thousand Upper Realms, there would be no future at all except for being a cultivation vessel for him to produce offspring."

"I, Jialuo, am a peerless goddess born with twelve wings. My stage should be in this vast starry sky, and my goal is that supreme Great Emperor Position!"

Jialuo swore secretly in her heart, while the frustrated face of the Heavenly God Old Ancestor surfaced in her mind.

"The Heavenly God Old Ancestor was so pedantic, leading the whole race to death despite knowing they were no match; it was simply foolish. By now, he and the entire Pure Land of the Gods are probably gone."

"Old Ancestor, rest assured, I will definitely carry the glory of the God Race and return to the Three Thousand Upper Realms."

Jialuo composed her emotions and withdrew the twelve dazzling wings on her back into her body.

She changed into a most ordinary goose-yellow dress and used a light veil to cover her world-toppling countenance.

"The Old Ancestor once said that the God Race of the Three Thousand Upper Realms is merely the descendants of the Feather Race in the Major Thousand Worlds. And the Feather Race is a super-powerful clan that has produced a Feather Race Great Emperor!"

"The coordinates transmitted by the Emperor's Feather are definitely the core territory of the Feather Race. As long as I reveal my Bloodline, I will surely receive the full nurturing power of the clan!"

Carrying infinite longing for a beautiful future, Jialuo began to investigate the surrounding area.

However...

Jialuo's Divine Sense covered a range of tens of thousands of kilometers, but the more she investigated, the more her heart pounded with fear.

Nothing!

There was nothing!

Let alone a magnificent Feather Race palace, within these thousands of miles, she hadn't even seen a single bird feather!

It wouldn't be entirely accurate to say there were no traces of artificial crafting at all.

Jialuo hovered in mid-air, looking down at the area where she had landed.

This was a flat, massive basin. The basin's diameter was a full hundred miles, and the rocks at the edges showed terrifying signs of melting and compression.

Although it was now overgrown with weeds, under Jialuo's Golden Immortal-level Divine Sense, this wasn't some natural basin at all; it was clearly a giant palm print?!

"Something's wrong! Something is definitely wrong!"

Looking at that giant palm print, a trace of uncontrollable panic finally flashed in the depths of Jialuo's eyes, which were usually as calm as an ancient well.

"Something must have happened here! Could the Feather Race have moved their entire clan?"

Jialuo did not dare to remain blindly optimistic.

In the Three Thousand Upper Realms, she was a high-and-mighty goddess with the entire God Race to shield her from the wind and rain.

But in this Major Thousand Worlds where Great Emperor-level existences resided, once she lost the protection of her clan, as a Golden Immortal with only three strands of Origin, let alone pursuing the Great Emperor Position, she might not even know how she died!

An unprecedented sense of unease began to spread in Jialuo's heart.

She didn't dare to fly blatantly in the sky and could only stay close to the ground, cautiously exploring toward the outskirts of the palm print.

After crossing a terrifying distance equivalent to a large region in the Three Thousand Upper Realms, the outline of an ancient and magnificent city finally appeared faintly at the end of Jialuo's vision.

"Whew... finally seeing a living person."

Jialuo breathed a long sigh of relief, but she did not rashly enter the city.

She cautiously scanned the city with her Divine Sense and found that the strongest Aura inside was only a Golden Immortal who controlled eight strands of Origin, which allowed her to relax slightly.

"The priority is to find the location of the Feather Race!"

Jialuo pondered for a moment. She chose not to enter the city directly to contact those native Golden Immortals who might have complex backgrounds, but instead targeted a mandatory path outside the city.

Before long, a hurried Loose Cultivator in green robes with a Heavenly Immortal Realm Perfection cultivation entered her sight.

"He'll do."

Jialuo's figure flickered, appearing before that Heavenly Immortal Cultivator like a ghost.

"I ask, you answer!"

Jialuo's figure flashed, blocking the other party's path and directly releasing the Aura of a three-strand Golden Immortal to suppress him.

That Heavenly Immortal Realm Cultivator's face was calm. He didn't panic, but instead nodded.

"I have been in seclusion for nearly a million years and have just emerged. What changes have occurred in the Major Thousand Worlds?" Jialuo asked.

Upon hearing this, the Heavenly Immortal pondered for a moment and suddenly sighed, "Your Excellency is not from this world, are you?"

Jialuo's eyes sharpened, and killing intent instantly rose in her palm.

The Heavenly Immortal shook his head with a bitter smile. "Actually, no matter what I say, for the sake of secrecy, you will eventually kill me to silence me, right?"

Jialuo remained silent.

"My name is Li Fan. You can listen to what I have to say before deciding whether or not to kill me."

Li Fan looked at her and continued, "I know you aren't from this world because 'Major Thousand Worlds' is just the name the Lower Realms use for us. This world's true name is the Wanxiang Star Domain."

"The Wanxiang Star Domain is vast and boundless; even Great Emperor Realm experts wouldn't dare claim to have set foot everywhere. The question you asked has too many loopholes; it's obvious you've just ascended."

Li Fan threw out his terms: "I am very familiar with this place and can serve you. The condition is that you don't kill me, and within this year, pay me five hundred High Grade Divine Crystals as compensation."

Jialuo narrowed her eyes. "Why should I believe you?"

Li Fan sighed, took out a Jade Slip from his robe, and handed it over. "Take a look at this."

Jialuo carefully took it, and after confirming there were no traps, she probed it with her Divine Sense.

With just one look, Jialuo suddenly stood up straight, her face showing shock: "Domain Demon invasion? All the Great Emperor Realm experts of the Wanxiang Star Domain have gone to the Realm Battlefield?"

Li Fan nodded helplessly. "Not just the Emperors, almost every race worth mentioning has dispatched Saint Realm experts to the front lines."

"According to the news I've received, although the Realm Demons have been temporarily repelled, no one knows when the enemy will attack again. The interior of the Star Domain is actually relatively empty and chaotic right now."

This news completely disrupted Jialuo's plans.

She had originally planned to rely on the Feather Race's resources, combined with the baptism of the Major Thousand Worlds' rules, to quickly break through to the Saint Realm.

But with the current situation, let alone breaking through, being able to protect herself would be good enough.

"I have one more question."

Jialuo took a deep breath and stared at Li Fan. "Where is the Feather Race?"

A trace of doubt flashed in Li Fan's eyes, but he still spoke truthfully: "The Feather Race is gone."

"Gone?" Jialuo's brow arched.

"Yes, just gone." Li Fan pointed in the direction Jialuo had come from.

"About three million years ago, they angered the Xinghe Great Emperor and were wiped out by a single palm strike. That huge depression you just passed was the palm print left back then."

Hearing these words, Jialuo felt like she had been struck by lightning, standing frozen on the spot.

The backing she had sacrificed everything to seek refuge with had actually become a ruin three million years ago.

Recalling the hopeful gaze of the Heavenly God Old Ancestor when he handed her the feather, and her own decisiveness when she crushed it, Jialuo suddenly felt an urge to cry.

Looking at the crisis-ridden Wanxiang Star Domain before her, for the first time, she felt that staying in the Lower Realm and being captured by Su Feng might not have been such a bad thing after all.