229: Chapter 229 The Tiger Clan Destroys the Wood Spirit Clan, Getting Involved in the Karma of the Intercepting Sect

Honghuang World, Eastern Land, inside a Small World.

This is the ancestral land of the Wood Spirit Clan.

At this moment, inside the Small World, the wind and clouds are changing, and the air is filled with the scent of blood.

Patriarch Bai Huang of the Tiger Clan stands at the very top of the Small World, holding an elder dressed in green Daoist robes in his hand.

It is precisely the Wood Spirit Clan's only Quasi-Saint Old Ancestor.

Below, countless Daluo Tiger Clan members, all covered in blood, clearly having just experienced a massacre.

At this moment, they are continuously escorting Wood Spirit clansmen.

These Wood Spirit clansmen include Earth Immortals, Profound Immortals, Golden Immortals, and even Taiyi.

But there are no Daluo Cultivators.

...

Above, Patriarch Bai Huang holds the Wood Spirit Old Ancestor and says with a tone of regret: "Old Wood, I advised you three times to join the Tiger Clan and become an affiliate tribe."

"Why won't you listen? You insist on making things difficult for me. Now, look, the Wood Spirit Clan's Daluo Cultivators are all annihilated, and soon, the only Quasi-Saint Cultivator will also perish."

"The Advanced Wood Spirit Clan has now fallen to the level of ants!"

Patriarch Bai Huang sighs while speaking, appearing heartbroken.

"Hmph..."

The Wood Spirit Old Ancestor snorts coldly, staring fixedly at Patriarch Bai Huang, his tone filled with regret, self-reproach, and endless remorse.

"Patriarch Bai Huang, I really misjudged you! I trusted you initially, which is why I relocated our ancestral land here. I never expected you to stab me in the back for your own selfish desires!!"

"Hey! Don't say it so harshly."

Patriarch Bai Huang puts away his Spirit Treasure and says in a flat tone:

"With the Four Tribes of the Heavenly Dao vying for supremacy, you were the one who backstabbed me first by refusing to form an alliance with the Tiger Clan to resist the war together, insisting on closing off your clan."

"A clan with a Quasi-Saint powerhouse living next door to my clan made me unable to sleep or eat in peace!"

"So! Today's situation is caused by you alone! It is not me backstabbing you!"

"High-sounding words."

Accompanying this last sound of contempt, the Wood Spirit Old Ancestor's Dao body slowly dissipates.

It turns into endless green points of light, dissipating between heaven and earth.

After confirming that he could no longer sense the Wood Spirit Old Ancestor's Primordial Spirit.

"Sigh... Old Wood, if you had agreed to become an affiliate tribe of the Tiger Clan earlier, it wouldn't have come to this."

Patriarch Bai Huang shakes his head and sighs, appearing heartbroken, but there is not a trace of pity in his eyes.

He turns to look at the countless Wood Spirit clansmen being escorted below, from Earth Immortals to Taiyi Golden Immortals, each one looking ashen, their Primordial Spirits all marked with a Restriction.

"Take them all back to the ancestral land. Send the young and strong to the spirit mines to dig for ore, incorporate the women into the logistics department, and keep the children... to be raised slowly. If there are any resisters, kill without mercy."

"Yes, Clan Chief!"

The Daluo Tiger Clan members below respond in unison and leave quickly with the captives.

Inside the Small World, the once vibrant Wood Spirit ancestral land has completely turned into a dead, bloody ground.

Patriarch Bai Huang stands with his hands behind his back in the high sky, casting his gaze toward the south, the direction where the Fire Clan territory lies, his eyes filled with killing intent:

"Fire Clan... Next time, it will be your turn. Last time, the Fox Clan interfered, but this time, the Tiger Clan has integrated dozens of surrounding affiliate tribes, and our high-end combat power far exceeds the past."

"Once our clan digests the foundation of the Wood Spirit Clan, it will be the time for your Fire Clan to be annihilated!"

He takes a deep breath, his voice low but carrying ambitious flames:

"The Myriad Tribes Calamity is the Opportunity for the Tiger Clan to rise. Whoever dares to block the Tiger Clan's path to supremacy will be killed!"

...

A hundred years ago.

The Tiger and Fire clans fought. Just as the Tiger Clan was about to win, the Fox Clan suddenly intervened at that critical moment.

With the Tiger Clan's high-end combat power damaged, they could only retreat in the end.

The plan to annihilate the Fire Clan came to nothing.

Then, fearing another sneak attack from the Fox Clan or other tribes, Patriarch Bai Huang decided to integrate the surrounding forces, collect affiliate tribes, and start the Tiger Clan's path to supremacy only after possessing overwhelming strength.

But... the path to collecting affiliate tribes is also a path of blood.

Except for a small portion of tribes willing to surrender unconditionally, most other tribes clearly expressed refusal.

'We are all tribes with Quasi-Saints, do we have to join you just because your Tiger Clan has the most Quasi-Saints?!'

Regarding this, the Tiger Clan's attitude toward these tribes was to force submission.

Enter the ancestral lands of other tribes with high-end combat power.

Crush them with overwhelming strength.

Kill the Quasi-Saint and Daluo Cultivators, and take the other Cultivators back to the tribe to mine!

Annex the tribe's foundation.

The Wood Spirit Clan was the target of the Tiger Clan this time.

"To better digest the foundation of the Wood Spirit Clan, let's set the next target... as the Green Feather Clan. They only have two Quasi-Saints, so I think we can subdue them quickly."

Patriarch Bai Huang retracts his gaze, sneers, and his figure turns into a streak of blood light, disappearing from the Small World.

...

A hundred years after the Tiger Clan army left the Small World.

A green escape light streaks across the sky and lands in this Wood Spirit ancestral land that had long since become a dead land.

The person who arrived is the Jiejiao disciple, Immortal Pilu.

He looks at the Small World before him, filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with exhausted Innate Spiritual Qi, his expression instantly turning gloomy.

"Was I still a step too late..."

"The Calamity is truly terrifying!"

Immortal Pilu walks slowly through the dilapidated Small World, each step treading on dried blood and broken jade.

Walking to the core of the Small World, in front of a ruined great hall.

He reaches out his hand and gently strokes the broken jade wall of the hall, feeling the faint Law of Wood Dao rhyme remaining on it, remaining silent for a long time.

After a long while, he makes his next move.

He bows deeply to the palace, his voice low but filled with respect:

"Senior Wood Spirit, go in peace..."

After finishing the memorial, he stands up, his gaze sweeping across the entire dead Small World, the killing intent in his eyes growing, his voice cold:

"Tiger Clan... I am not finished with you!!"

As the words fall, he turns into a green stream of light, instantly rushing out of the Small World and disappearing into the horizon.

...

Outside the Small World, in a space fold.

An illusory red figure floats quietly, and next to it is a faint green Primordial Spirit, which is the Primordial Spirit of the Wood Spirit Old Ancestor.

The Wood Spirit Old Ancestor looks in the direction where Immortal Pilu left and sighs softly:

"Sigh... I didn't expect that the first one to come here would actually be a little friend from Jiejiao."

Just at this moment, the illusory red cloud speaks, its voice flat:

"You have seen the person, it is time to go. Your current Primordial Spirit state cannot last long."

Red Cloud is saving people secretly and does not want to use too much Earth Dao power, lest it be discovered by the Heavenly Dao.

"Okay, Senior."

The Wood Spirit Old Ancestor's Primordial Spirit bows slightly and enters the Void Realm together with Red Cloud's phantom.

With the departure of the Wood Spirit Old Ancestor, the rate of the Small World's collapse accelerates.

Accompanied by a "Bang!" sound.

The space of the Small World shatters instantly.

As soon as the space fragments touch the Honghuang space, they are compressed and swallowed by higher-dimensional spatial layers.

Together with the Dao rhyme and magic power left behind after the death of many Wood Spirits, they are swallowed by Honghuang.

They become nutrients for the growth of Honghuang.

From then on, the Wood Spirit World completely dissipates.