Put Away Your Divine Techniques Now! Chapter 1147 - 342: [Hard Times Are Over]_2

Fight without flinching, bleed without fear! As for dismantling alliances, those are all secondary tactics, not the main objective. Luo Xiuqing has clearly shifted his focus."

Chen Yan stood to the side, listening to the exchange between Guen and East Sea, his expression growing increasingly bewildered with each passing moment.

This Guen, he consistently gives off an aura of… utter ruthlessness!

On that prior occasion, Chen Yan had personally witnessed East Sea’s decisive annihilation of the Black Wood Tribe's entire senior leadership, brutally and swiftly eradicating all members of the Clan Elders Council. Those methods were undeniably savage and resolute.

Yet today, upon closer observation, Guen's brand of madness far eclipses East Sea's!

What's more… as a member of the Ghost Race himself, he seems utterly indifferent to the lives and fates of his own people.

As if sensing Chen Yan's peculiar scrutiny, Guen abruptly turned his head, fixing his gaze upon him.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Do you believe I lack heart, that I'm unsympathetic to the casualties afflicting my clan?"

Chen Yan remained silent, his eyes simply fixed on Guen.

Guen offered a faint, coolly detached smile. "Do you genuinely believe our ancestor concerns himself with the well-being of the Ghost Race? Hah!"

Guen then placed a hand on Chen Yan's shoulder, lowering his voice. "You don't truly think that, back in the day, our ancestor developed the Ghost Race Cultivation Technique and established the Ghost Race out of sheer benevolence, do you?"

With a sneer, he turned and departed, head held high.

East Sea gazed at Guen's retreating figure for a prolonged period, watching as he strode towards the imposing stone tower that symbolized the pinnacle of power within the Black Wood Tribe's Clan Elders Council.

After a moment, East Sea shifted his gaze back to Chen Yan, his expression softening slightly. "Come, I'll take you somewhere."

Chen Yan managed a wry smile. "Where are we going now? You're not planning to confine me for an extended period again, are you?"

"We're going to retrieve some items, and then… I'll see you off," East Sea sighed. "Given Guen's current actions, the Southern Border is poised to descend into chaos."

Chen Yan nodded, following East Sea towards the Inner City's gate.

After a short walk, an overwhelming surge of momentum suddenly erupted from the direction of the stone tower, the seat of power for the Clan Elders Council within the Inner City!

This immense power expanded outwards like colossal tidal waves! Under the crushing pressure, the very fabric of Heaven and Earth seemed to subtly shift in hue!

A profound Power of Rules, imbued with the majesty of Heaven and Earth, was contained within this surge!

Shortly thereafter, a frigid hum resonated, Guen's voice, now amplified by this cosmic majesty, echoed in all directions. The sound waves rolled forth, traversing the Inner City and extending across a radius of several dozen kilometers!

The Inner City, the Outer City, and the scattered villages inhabited by the Black Wood Tribe… all inhabitants clearly perceived Guen's voice, now resonating with an almost celestial Authority!

"I, Guen of the Black Wood Tribe, now hold the title of Common Lord over the Ghost Race's eighteen tribes, by decree of the Saint! Drawing upon the divine might of our ancestor, I command all eighteen tribes of the Ghost Race!

Effective immediately…

Those found disloyal shall face execution!

Those who defy shall face execution!

Those exhibiting disrespect shall face execution!

Those displaying cowardice shall face execution!

Those showing hesitation shall face execution!

Those sowing discord shall face execution!"

As Chen Yan accompanied East Sea beyond the Inner City gates, he heard Guen's pronouncements, amplified by potent Mana, reverberating throughout the entirety of the Black Wood Tribe.

Chen Yan's complexion paled slightly as he felt the palpable surge of Mana fluctuations.

Guen's imposing aura intensified, his Mana stirring the very flow of Heaven and Earth's Primordial Qi!

That overwhelming presence… it was far beyond the Celestial Human Realm! It continued to ascend, reaching the Golden Body Realm… and finally, after its momentum skyrocketed into the Primordial Spirit Realm, the oppressive aura, laced with the Rules of Heavenly Dao, nearly crushed Chen Yan. He stood frozen, his body stiffening, utterly incapable of taking a single step!

Only East Sea, with a remarkably calm demeanor, placed a hand on Chen Yan's shoulder. A gentle stream of Primordial Qi flowed over, easing the pressure on Chen Yan's chest.

Chen Yan let out a breath, glancing at East Sea. "Senior, why aren't you…"

East Sea gently shook his head. "That old madman's cultivation far surpasses my own; I cannot contend with him directly. However, before departing, our ancestor bestowed upon me a protective Magic Sword, rendering me unafraid of his oppressive momentum."

He spoke, his gaze deepening, and muttered softly, "The old madman has been suppressing himself for centuries. Let him unleash his fury now."

Chen Yan's expression grew stern. "It appears he is about to initiate something monumental. Will the Southern Border truly be plunged into chaos?"

"Let the world descend into chaos. If it doesn't become chaotic, then the Demon Race, along with the various major sects and families, will genuinely believe the Ghost Race is a pushover."

Chen Yan remained quiet, his thoughts deep in contemplation.

East Sea’s lips curved into a smirk. "In truth, whether the Ghost Race is easily bullied or not is of little consequence.

However, the Ghost Race was established by our ancestor. If the Ghost Race appears weak, people won't think the Ghost Race is weak, but that the ancestor Venerable himself is easily bullied.

Should the ancestor's might diminish, those Saint Venerables from rival factions might begin to make their own ambitious moves."

A flicker of thought crossed Chen Yan's mind. "Within the Domain Realm, are there indeed frequent underhanded dealings among those Venerable Saints?"

"Grudges? There are always some," East Sea replied nonchalantly. "They are beings who have existed for tens of thousands of years; as time progresses, it's inevitable that a considerable number of grudges accumulate.

Furthermore, when they clash, neither can truly obliterate the other. Since they cannot kill one another, many animosities remain unresolved.

Unresolved hatreds can only fester and grow, day after day, year after year.

If I cannot eliminate you, then I must ensure your disciples and followers perish in droves.

If you slay my disciples and followers, needless to say, I will retaliate in kind.

Back and forth like this, consider over tens of thousands of years, just how much resentment could possibly accumulate?"

Chen Yan's recollection turned to the scenes he had witnessed in the City of No Return, where the Ghost Race and Demon Race erected fortifications, caught in the throes of chaotic skirmishes...

"If this conflict erupts, countless lives will undoubtedly be lost," Chen Yan uttered with a sigh.