Chapter 331: Chapter 330 - 330 Extremely Shocking, It Won’t Last Much Longer! _1

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“Pan Qing, Immortal Yang Son, Daoist Ming Kong, Shen Wujiu, Xing Ni, you’re all about to get attacked in your own homes and here you are as if nothing’s wrong?”

The Beast God said grumpily, causing their faces to change abruptly.

“What do you mean?”

A frown appeared on Shen Wujiu’s brows as he turned towards the Beast God and asked.

The Beast God didn’t respond, instead, he waved his hand, and an image appeared before the five of them.

The image was of the Beast God squaring off against a formidable character from The Third Universe.

However, Ye Feng and Kun Ming were not within the image.

Next, they witnessed the Beast God extracting the memories of that individual, leading to their subsequent demise.

In a flash, the stolen memories appeared before them.

As the images of memories unfolded like a scroll, the initially carefree expressions on their faces turned solemn.

Eventually, the atmosphere took on a grave seriousness, and a murderous intent shrouded Pan Qing’s face.

“This time, we barely escaped disaster.”

With an icy tone, Pan Qing’s words sent The Third Universe into tremors as numerous cracks appeared with alarming ease.

He didn’t question how the Beast God caught that powerful enemy and chose to trust the Beast God directly.

Compared to the Hun Clan camp, the Beast God was clearly more reliable.

“Those damn traitors! They bite the hand that feeds them!”

In Xing Ni’s eyes, a chilling light flashed. The Hun Clan, Ming Clan, Demon Clan, and Yu Clan had become part of the Ten Great Eternal Clans in a short period, but as a contented member of the Star Clan, she didn’t mind them surpassing her clan.

However, as denizens of the Twelfth Universe, their betrayal was something she couldn’t tolerate.

Not just her, even the perennially jovial Daoist Ming Kong had a stern look on his face.

Add to that, Immortal Yang Son began to deduce the situation.

Finally, he slowly opened his eyes, perceiving that the next day would be auspicious.

“Excellent!”

A flash of determination shone in Pan Qing’s eyes.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, Ancestor Hun Tian of the Hun Clan suddenly felt a disturbance in his mood.

“Why am I feeling this way?”

The eyes of Hun Tian betrayed his concern. At his level, instincts and troubled feelings were never without cause.

He then opened his palm to reveal a pitch-black pearl.

If Pan Qing and the others were present, they would have been able to discern that within the pearl housed countless soul spirits.

These soul spirits had lost their consciousness, refined into ghost-like specters.

Each specter carried a certain Cultivation Level, and the endless multitude of these specters were fused to form this pearl in Hun Tian’s hand.

What was terrifying was the emanation of an eternal aura from this pearl.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Eternal Divine Weapon!

Yes, it was an Eternal Divine Weapon.

Theoretically, it was impossible for an Eternal Divine Weapon to be conceived during this End of the Dharma Age.

If any existed, they would have been formed before the End of the Dharma Age.

However, although Hun Tian’s pearl emitted a strong aura of eternality, it was marred by a slight defect.

It seemed that it was impossible for the pearl to reach perfection.

Observing the pearl in front of him, Hun Tian’s expression was somewhat gloomy. Those guys had held back after all, leaving his Soul Pearl unable to reach the status of an Eternal Divine Weapon.

It could only qualify as a (pseudo) Eternal Divine Weapon, falling short by a hair’s breadth.

But it was this hair’s breadth that posed a predicament for a powerhouse like him.

At another location, within a mysterious space, a red pearl existed, where all remaining powerhouses of The Third Universe gathered.

Gradually, the red bead started to palpitate like a heart. With every beat, a faint red mist appeared from all around, swiftly devoured by the bead.

Suddenly, the leading powerhouse present from the Third Universe looked incredibly gloomy.

“Meng Yao, what’s wrong?”

A strong being asked him, who was shrouded in an intense Light of Eternity, radiating a terrifying aura, stronger than the nine men that Kun Ming previously defeated, which was not much inferior to the level of the Ten Great Eternity Clan Elders.

“Dark Bird and the others have fallen,” Meng Yao said, shocking everyone present.

“How is that possible? The Starry Sky Beast couldn’t possibly be that powerful?”

“Could it be, that unknown force?”

Another strong being asked, their face filled with shock.

“Are you saying that within that unknown force, there’s power comparable to that of the Elders of the Ten Great Eternity Clans?”

“If that’s the case, sending Dark Bird was indeed like delivering a head.”

This statement brought a mutual heaviness to the atmosphere.

“They won’t last much longer.”

Just then, Meng Yao’s voice resounded, eliciting a sneer in everyone’s eyes.

Yes, they won’t last much longer.

With this thought, the mood of everyone present vastly improved.

“Thump, thump…”

“Thump, thump…”

Strong heartbeats echoed resoundingly. The red bead grew larger, and seemingly losing its round shape, it now appeared to look like a heart.

As dense red mist encased the heart, a supreme aura began to emanate from it, forcing all the powerhouses several meters backwards.

Everyone’s faces looked astounded.

The Blood Emperor hadn’t resurrected yet, but his mere aura was enough to push them back.

If he resurrects, who could fathom his terrifying might?

Seeing this, everyone revealed a smile. They were aware of the benefits they would receive from the universal devouring as those participating in the war.

By then, they could also peer at the lofty Eternal Realm via another path.

Half a day later, in front of everyone, a red-haired youth encapsulated the heart.

With the last two thumps, a blood-red robe covered the youth’s body.

“Whoosh!”

In the next instant, the youth abruptly opened his eyes which were crimson like rubies.

“We welcome the Blood Emperor!”

Meng Yao promptly spoke, bending over in a bow.

“We welcome the Blood Emperor!”

Seeing this, the others also bowed, their expressions filled with awe.

“You all have worked hard.”

“I have just resurrected, and I still need your help.”

The youth revealed a smile as he looked at all the powerhouses present.

“Please tell us, Your Highness. We are willing to serve you.”

A powerhouse from the Half-step Eternal Realm spoke up, an ingratiating smile on his face.

Meng Yao’s expression remained unchanged, but his strength was secretly ready for action.

“I am very pleased, so then give yourselves as offerings.”

Before his words fell, countless blood-red threads surged towards all the powerhouses present.

Meng Yao dodged the thread attacking him and quickly retreated from this mysterious space.