Chapter 1775

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Experts from various prefectures

At that moment, the Central Palace was still being carried by the gigantic Tao Tie. In front of the Central Palace, there was a gigantic fragment of land. The fragment of land was many times bigger than the celestial market that the Everlasting Family had opened. It was at least a few million miles wide.

Roar!

The gigantic Tao Tie roared and leaped up. It landed in the middle of the fragment of land. At the top of the palace, there were two figures standing quietly.

Zhuowen was no stranger to the two figures. They were the Lord God of the Chaos Temple, Dou Hua, and the Celestial Saint Master, Gu Gu.

"Rise!"

Dou Hua's eyes shone brightly. He waved his right sleeve and more than ten praying mats that were emitting white light flew out. They were arranged in more than ten directions above the Central Palace.

On each of the praying mats, there was a figure sitting cross-legged. Each of the figures had a terrifying aura.

Among them, the Fighting Buddha Demon Saint, Shi Ji, whom Zhuowen was familiar with, was sitting on one of the praying mats. Other than that, he also saw the Ancestor of the Wang Ren Clan, He Wushang, and the four masters of the Tai Yin, Tai Yang, Tai Gu, and Tai Xu Battlefields.

Other than these few people, the other people on the praying mats had extremely powerful auras. They were at least at the Heaven Immortal Realm. They should be the Ancestor of the various forces.

These supreme overlords in the Central Region must have been personally invited by Dou Hua. Their purpose was to open the Primordial Battlefield.

After all, the Chaos Temple alone would not be able to open the Primordial Battlefield. They had to gather all the top forces in the Central Region.

Moreover, the opening of the Primordial Battlefield was beneficial to the overlords in the Central Region. Naturally, they were willing to help the Chaos Temple.

Swoosh swoosh swoosh!

At the same time, streaks of light landed on the fragments one after another, revealing the silhouettes of cultivators.

However, the moment these warriors entered the fragment, they were brought to their respective places by the Messengers of Chaos to wait for the War of the Gods to begin.

At that moment, the moment Zhuowen, Xue Hui, Old Man Jue, and Bi Qing entered the fragment, Yang Yi's lazy voice rang in their minds.

"Little fellows within the Wind Thunder Prefecture's territory, gather at the plaza at the northeast corner!"

Hearing this, the four of them looked at each other. They didn't dare to be negligent and rushed towards the northeast corner that Yang Yi had pointed out. Sure enough, they saw a huge square there.

At this moment, many people had gathered in the square. Most of them were martial artists from other prefectures.

In the sky above the square, there were eight figures sitting cross-legged. These eight figures were far lower than the figures on the praying mats suspended above the Central Divine Palace.

Zhuowen was no stranger to these eight figures. They were the Messengers of Chaos who led the geniuses of the nine Divine Talisman Clans to the Chaos Temple.

However, because the prefecture where the prophet's family was located gave up on participating in the divine war, there were only eight Messengers of Chaos this time.

When Zhuowen, Xue Hui, Old Man Jue and Bi Qing arrived at the square, they saw Yang Yi lying lazily on the Green Qilin in the sky not far from the square.

The four of them looked at each other and rushed to join the group behind Yang Yi.

The arrival of the four of them didn't attract much attention. Only Yang Yi slowly opened his eyes and said indifferently, "Zhuowen, in this group, you should be the strongest. Stand in front of the group."

As soon as these words left his mouth, Zhuowen, who was standing at the back of the group, was stunned. Soon after, he noticed that everyone's eyes were on him.

He looked at Yang Yi, who was smiling, and had no choice but to stand out and stand in front of the group.

"This lad has really made a breakthrough!"

Not far away, in front of the group led by the Wang Ren Clan, He Yu stared at Zhuowen with a gloomy gaze. He thought to himself coldly, "He's only in the early stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm. If it wasn't for the black lightning this time, what could this lad do?"

He Yu's eyes flickered. The only thing he was afraid of was the black lightning that Zhuowen had shown in the auction. Even his clan's Ancestor, He Wushang, found it troublesome.

Fortunately, the Divine War this time was extremely fair. These powerful external objects would definitely be banned by the Divine Master, Dou Hua. Everything depended on one's true strength. Therefore, He Yu wasn't too afraid of Zhuowen.

In his opinion, without the black lightning, Zhuowen was like a hungry wolf without claws and teeth. He was no threat at all.

Zhuowen stood in front of the group and welcomed the countless gazes around him. In particular, there were a few gazes that were extremely unfriendly. This made Zhuowen sneer in his heart. He didn't need to look to know who these gazes belonged to.

One of them was He Yu from the Wang Ren Clan, and the other was Jiang Zhe from the Ice and Fire Clan.

In addition to these two people, another person also caught Zhuowen's attention. This person had messy hair and was quite young. He was about thirty years old. There were strange bloodstains drawn on his face, giving him a bloodthirsty feeling.

This person was the man with messy hair that Zhuowen had met at the entrance of the auction. During the first round of the auction, he had a face-to-face transaction with Zhuowen. This man was also an expert from the Blood Sacrifice Clan, one of the nine great Holy Talisman Clans, Kong Haogan.

Although the hostility in Kong Haogan's eyes was very faint, it was still detected by Zhuowen. He knew that Kong Haogan wasn't very satisfied with the previous transaction, so he was also a little dissatisfied with Zhuowen.

As for Dong Qixin from the Heavy Shield Clan, he glanced at Zhuowen indifferently. His eyes flickered and he seemed to be a man of few words.

"Young Master Zhuo, congratulations on breaking through to the Earthly Immortal Realm before the Divine Battle. It seems that Young Master Zhuo will be a tough opponent in this Divine Battle."

Not far away, Ji Chenyan, who was standing at the front of the Everlasting Family's team, looked like a pure and flawless white lotus. Her beautiful eyes were slightly curved, like a pair of beautiful crescent moons. She smiled at Zhuo Wen and said in a charming voice.

Ji Chenyan's words attracted the attention of most of the martial artists. Many of them revealed a look of infatuation.

Ji Chenyan wasn't the type of beauty that could cause the downfall of a country. Instead, she had a kind of otherworldly temperament. The moment she appeared in front of you, the first thing you noticed was not her appearance, but the faintly discernible tranquil temperament.

Zhuowen smiled and said, "Miss Ji, you flatter me!"

"A mere early-stage Earthly Immortal Realm expert can be regarded as the strongest person in the Wind Thunder Mansion. Isn't this too ridiculous?

Is the Wind and Thunder Clan a bunch of good-for-nothings?

They don't even have a decent expert? "

Suddenly, a man standing in the neighboring team of Zhuowen sneered. His eyes swept over Zhuowen's team like a torch, his face full of disdain.

Zhuowen turned his head slightly and stared at the sneering man beside him. The man looked to be in his forties, and there was a rather majestic eagle perched on his right shoulder.

Zhuowen looked at the eagle on the middle-aged man's shoulder. His eyes flickered. For some reason, he felt a strange sense of threat from the eagle.

"This eagle is not simple!"

Zhuowen thought to himself. He couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the middle-aged man. Instead, he continued to size up the experts in the other teams not far away.

"This man's name is Wei Rui. He's an expert from the Beast Envoy Clan, one of the nine Saint Talisman Clans. Don't underestimate him just because his cultivation is only at the mid-stage Earthly Immortal Realm. His full strength isn't in his body, but in the eagle on his shoulder. If he really exerts his full strength, even a late-stage Earthly Immortal Realm expert would be wary of him," Ji Chenyan said secretly.

Zhuowen's heart skipped a beat. He nodded, indicating that he understood.

Wei Rui curled his lips when he saw that Zhuowen was ignoring him. His eyes slowly turned gloomy.

There were a total of eight teams gathered in the square. There were more than eight hundred people in total. These eight hundred people were the best of the best in the Central Region. Even the weakest among them was a Heaven-defying Saint Realm expert.

The eight teams were led by the Icefire Clan, the Eternity Clan, the Heavy Shield Clan, the Beast Envoy Clan, the Blood Sacrifice Clan, the Wang Ren Clan, the Spiral Thorn Clan, and Zhuowen's team.

Zhuo Wen saw the leaders of the other six teams, but he didn't see the face of the Whirlpool Thorn Family's expert.

He looked at the team led by the Spiral Thorn Clan with surprise. He saw a black-veiled woman standing in front of the team. Her figure was extremely eye-catching. She was curvy in all the right places.

The reason Zhuo Wen revealed a surprised expression was naturally not because the leader was a woman, and it was because this woman's cultivation was actually merely at the initial-stage of the Earthly Immortal Realm. However, Zhuo Wen was able to sense that this woman was probably not simple.

What surprised Zhuowen was that the team led by the black-veiled woman had fewer Earthly Immortals than his team. There were only about two of them. It could be said that they were at the bottom of the eight teams.

Perhaps because she noticed Zhuowen's gaze, the black-veiled woman raised her head slightly. Her beautiful eyes were filled with indifference. She glanced at Zhuowen and turned her head away, no longer looking at Zhuowen.

"For hundreds of years, the Spiral Thorn Clan's development has been getting worse and worse. Their talents have withered. Even the famous Ancestor of the Spiral Thorn Clan, Situ Wuyang, went into seclusion a long time ago and never appeared again. In the end, the Spiral Thorn Clan declined to its current state."

"Among the nine great Saint Talisman Clans, the Spiral Thorn Clan is ranked second from the bottom, and the Prophet Clan is ranked first from the bottom. However, due to the birth of the goddess, the Prophet Clan has begun to grow stronger. Their strength and foundation have actually surpassed the Spiral Thorn Clan."

Ji Chenyan was quite observant. After noticing Zhuowen's gaze on the black-veiled woman, she timely introduced the situation of the Spiral Thorn Clan to Zhuowen.

Hearing this, Zhuowen nodded and withdrew his gaze.

However, the moment Zhuo Wen withdrew his gaze, the black-veiled woman's beautiful eyes shot over. However, she wasn't looking at Zhuo Wen. Instead, she was looking at Yang Yi, who was floating above Zhuo Wen and lazily lying on the back of the green qilin.