Chapter Seventy-Seven: The Proud Feather Divine Dynasty and the Purple Gold Sacred Land

Boom!

The ancient palace erupted with a deafening roar. From afar, Ye Wuyá watched as the ancient palace in the sky trembled, bursting forth with countless rays of radiant light, illuminating the entire heavens like a golden sphere! Stars appeared in the firmament!

The radiant light swept away all the nearby shape-shifting great demons and human cultivators.

Swish! Swish! Swish!

From the edge of the sky came the sound of something ripping through the air—dozens of divine rainbows shot rapidly toward them.

Rumble—

It was as if an army of thousands was charging. Behind those dozens of divine rainbows came the thunderous howls of savage beasts, mist billowing, clouds and sunlight swirling to cover the heavens.

Dozens of monstrous beasts soared through the sky, each carrying one or two mighty cultivators on their backs. Thunder rumbled through the air as they sped along.

As the beasts landed, it was as if a mighty army was marching to war. Their scales glittered, their appearances fierce and terrifying. At the center, a cultivator seated atop the largest beast held a great flag in his arms, the wind whipping it to life. Its imposing presence was overwhelming. Four bold characters were inscribed upon it: Sacred Land of Purple Gold!

The display was grand and awe-inspiring. Twelve cultivators rode the divine rainbows to clear the path, and more than twenty monstrous beasts carried over a dozen powerful cultivators behind them.

Though only a few dozen had arrived, their momentum was like an army of thousands. The sky itself trembled as if a million troops had invaded.

“Is this ancient palace cursed or something?!”

Faced with this group of human cultivators and shape-shifting great demons, Ye Wuyá already felt helpless and overwhelmed. Now, with so many more powerful cultivators arriving, he could no longer restrain himself and swore aloud: “Why don’t you all just come at once? Damn it!”

“What a grand entrance by the Sacred Land of Purple Gold!” Just as Ye Wuyá finished speaking, a cold, commanding voice rang out from another direction.

Smack! Ye Wuyá slapped himself hard across the face. Well, now the ancient palace had absolutely nothing to do with him! It had to be said, Ye Wuyá’s crow’s mouth was truly unrivaled…

From that stretch of sky came another rumble. Once again, divine rainbows led the way, and behind them monstrous beasts dragged a dozen massive, ancient war chariots, rolling forward with killing intent surging to the heavens, making the vault of the sky tremble and quake.

“People from the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers!” The cultivators of the Sacred Land of Purple Gold narrowed their eyes at the sight of those ancient war chariots, instantly becoming vigilant. The atmosphere grew tense, murderous intent rising.

“Let strength speak!”

Both sides, the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers and the Sacred Land of Purple Gold, roared as one! But neither attacked immediately; instead, their forces charged at the magnificent ancient palace atop the volcano.

“What could possibly be inside this ancient palace? The moment these two sides meet, they’re already fighting over it. Can’t they at least exchange some pleasantries and compliments first?” Ye Wuyá pouted in the shadows, his face full of helplessness and a bitter smile.

“What is this Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers anyway? And the Sacred Land of Purple Gold? They sound all fancy and powerful!” Squatting in the corner, Ye Wuyá felt as if he were watching a blockbuster movie, special effects and all.

But what else could he do? He was lost, a headless fly, knowing nothing about this world!

“But they all look seriously powerful!” he muttered to himself.

“The emergence of the ancient palace was shocking enough, and now two behemoths have joined the fray!” Watching the cultivators battle, with fiends and holy light clashing, Ye Wuyá didn’t dare show his face.

“If the Celestial Moon Pavilion is the foremost power, they shouldn’t fear these people, right?” Ye Wuyá couldn’t help but think of his nine so-called “wives.”

After all, he was still using the Blood Demon’s name, though it didn’t do him any good—if word got out, he’d probably be beaten to death by countless cultivators…

Rumble, rumble, rumble…

The Sacred Land of Purple Gold and the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers, two mighty powers, charged ahead with unstoppable force, arriving in a flash before the ancient palace of the demon tribe.

Around the palace, the monstrous beasts scattered in panic. Though they could not yet assume human form, they had already developed intelligence and, sensing the danger, retreated without hesitation.

“Something’s odd,” Ye Wuyá mused, stroking his chin. “Since the humans are here, where are the demons? The demon tribes of the Eastern Wilderness don’t seem so weak. The human experts are all present, so why is there no sign of the demons? Isn’t this palace theirs?”

His head spun with questions, until suddenly a thought struck him.

“Damn it, where’s that monk?”

Ye Wuyá cursed, shaking his head as he searched around. There was no sign of the golden, radiant monk he’d seen before! He’d been so absorbed by the battle between the great demons and the human cultivators that he’d overlooked the monk entirely.

At that moment, the magnificent ancient palace kept trembling. Several shape-shifting great demons and some human cultivators were still locked in fierce combat, the clash intense and relentless.

The cultivators from the Sacred Land of Purple Gold quickly surrounded the demon tribe’s ancient palace. Dozens of monstrous beasts shook their heads and tails, breathing mist and clouds, their stamping making the sky tremble, the air boiling with noise.

The forces of the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers were no less formidable—over a dozen ancient war chariots formed a unique formation in the sky, sealing off any avenue of escape for the ancient palace.

The two great powers faced each other, both blocking the palace’s escape.

From both factions, more than a dozen cultivators soared into the air.

In a flash of light, they all vanished from outside, charging into the ancient palace suspended high above.

The demon tribe’s palace shook even more violently as the battle within reached its peak. Magical artifacts unleashed their full power, divine radiance tearing through the hall, dazzling the sky with light.

The arrival of the Sacred Land of Purple Gold and the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers quickly broke the stalemate, dispelling many restrictions within. Soon, beams of multicolored light burst from the palace.

Those waiting outside from both factions sprang into action, riding their divine rainbows to snatch up the escaping rays.

Ye Wuyá peered intently—those beams of light were actually magical artifacts, each shimmering with brilliance as they flew from the palace. None of them looked ordinary.

Boom!

With a thunderous shock, everyone surrounding the demon tribe’s ancient palace turned pale and retreated in haste.

A vast and unfathomable force surged forth from the palace, like a tidal wave, sending the ancient war chariots of the Divine Dynasty of Proud Feathers flying.

The cultivators and beasts of the Sacred Land of Purple Gold were likewise thrown into disarray, forced to fall back.

Blazing light erupted from the demon tribe’s ancient palace, so intense it blinded all eyes. The immeasurable force surged like a mountain torrent.

Then, from within the palace, shot out a great bell, no more than three meters tall, radiating both overwhelming power and dazzling brilliance.