Unstoppable Martial Arts: Starting with brother's wife and young sister Chapter 1057 - 528: Phantom, Blotting Out the Sky!
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"It requires ten days for complete recuperation."
The Nine Heavens Star River Array was an intricate formation, and its full activation demanded immense resources.
Although Great Yu was supplying materials daily,
it could only sustain about seventy to eighty percent of the required power.
"So brief?"
Duke Liu was taken aback, but the battlefield was unpredictable. At this juncture, the Human Race was already showing signs of a rout. He hardened his resolve, "Activate it!"
The National Preceptor was equally decisive.
His Spiritual Power surged forth, pouring relentlessly into the core of the Nine Heavens Star River Array – a colossal silver stone.
It hovered ominously in the air.
This stone, a relic from ancient times left by the Star Hall, was rumored to have plummeted onto the Eastern Continent from the heavens.
The Hall Master had utilized this very stone to erect the Nine Heavens Star River Array.
Its purpose: to subjugate the Blood Race using the might of the stars.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, a radiant silver light erupted in all directions.
On the battlefield.
The Blood Race, which had been relentlessly pushing the Human Race back, abruptly found their strength suppressed to less than half.
Their very blood seemed to thicken and slow.
It must be understood that the power of the Blood Race stemmed directly from their blood.
"No retreat!"
"Slaughter them!"
"At all costs!"
Just as the Blood Race considered a tactical withdrawal, a colossal shadow ascended into the sky from their rear.
"Boom!"
The shadow unfurled its wings!
It blotted out the sun!
Casting its darkness over more than half the battlefield.
And the Blood Race enveloped within the shadow suddenly felt their oppressive burden lighten, their blood surging with renewed vigor.
"Ancestor...."
"The Ancestor has appeared..."
....
The Blood Race warriors on the battlefield erupted in elation; their Ancestor had finally returned.
It appeared!
They had even undergone an evolution, as a mere shadow sent their blood coursing through their veins.
"Kill!"
The chorus of slaughter reverberated through the void.
"Die!"
A Blood Race cultivator at the Eighth Layer of the Dao Realm, disregarding the Human Race's assault, lunged forward and bit into the neck of a human at the Peak of the Seventh Layer.
His fangs sank deep.
In mere moments, the Peak Seventh Layer Human Race cultivator transformed into a withered husk.
All this transpired in the blink of an eye.
The Blood Race cultivator licked his lips, "The blood of the Human Race is exquisite! Our Ancestor has returned; you can no longer hold us back."
"Hahaha...."
They cackled manically, their figures blurring as they moved, each swift advance leaving another desiccated corpse plummeting from the sky.
...
In a single engagement!
Over ten thousand of the Human Race were either slain or grievously wounded!
Had the National Preceptor not managed to disrupt the Blood Race Ancestor's shadow, the human casualties would have been considerably more devastating.
But the price paid... At this moment, the National Preceptor's hair had turned to the color of snow; his skin appeared withered and aged. If not for his formidable presence, he might have been mistaken for a corpse himself.
"Has the battle report been dispatched to the Imperial City?"
He inquired, looking down at Duke Liu.
"It has been sent. We are awaiting the Emperor's command."
"If we cannot hold, should we retreat to the Imperial City?"
Duke Liu's expression was laced with concern. The aura emanating from the National Preceptor not only seemed diminished but also carried a subtle trace of death.
Though faint!
His keen senses had not failed to detect it.
"There is no need!"
The National Preceptor refused, "A few years sooner or later makes little difference. Hold this position; it was unforeseen that the Blood Race Ancestor would stir from its slumber."
"It has slept for over ten thousand years, has it not?"
"Even a mere shadow exhibits such power; it would seem they have achieved a breakthrough!"
"Ninth Layer!?"
Duke Liu exclaimed, his face contorting into a grim mask.
"Far beyond just the early stages!"
The National Preceptor spoke slowly, having expended his own lifespan to disperse the shadow.
Such power was unequivocally not confined to the early Ninth Layer!
Instantly!
Duke Liu's heart plummeted to the depths of despair.
If this was indeed the case, then Great Yu was in grave peril, unless His Majesty himself intervened, but... with Zhou present!
It seemed exceedingly difficult!
...
The battlefield report from the Blood Cry Realm was transmitted swiftly to the Imperial City and promptly reached the Qixuan Hall.
Emperor Yu examined the dispatch in his hand.
His countenance grew somber.
"I did not anticipate its awakening!"
After more than ten millennia.
Who would have thought it would awaken at this precise moment!
"Summon Zhan Tian, Duke Qin, and Duke Yuan!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Under the cover of night!
Three imposing figures hurried into the Imperial Palace grounds.
The Qixuan Hall gleamed with light.
Yet, the atmosphere within was chillingly cold.
Even Zhan Tian, compelled from his seclusion, wore an expression of profound gravity.
"What are your thoughts on this matter?"
Emperor Yu's gaze swept across the three.
However, these three pillars of Great Yu remained silent, offering no immediate response.
Ten thousand years had passed, they presumed him long deceased, yet the Blood Race Ancestor had reawakened.
His might surpassed the early Ninth Layer, exceeding even Zhan Tian's power.
Within Great Yu, save for Emperor Yu himself, no one possessed the capability to confront this foe.
"Zhan Tian, what are your thoughts..."
Duke Qin gazed upon him, seeking his commitment. In Great Yu's current hierarchy, excluding the Esteemed Hall Master, Zhan Tian stood as the second strongest.
Emperor Yu was confined to the Imperial City, unable to act.
Consequently, Great Yu's ultimate reliance rested upon Duke Qin.
"Mm!"
Zhan Tian gave a slow nod, then drawing a deep breath, declared, "I shall go!"
These words felt wrenched from his very being, uttered with gritted teeth.
Confronting that ancient fiend of the Blood Race, he was enveloped by an overwhelming sense of pressure.
"I shall dispatch the National Preceptor to accompany you; with the Nine Heavens Star River Array in play, alongside your strength, it should suffice."
Emperor Yu's voice resonated through the Qixuan Hall.
Yet, within Zhan Tian's heart, these assurances felt hollow, mere platitudes.
The inadequacy of the support only amplified his inner turmoil and lack of confidence.
"I can only pledge to exert my utmost effort!"
Zhan Tian met Emperor Yu's gaze, and after a profound pause, finally articulated this commitment.
"Your utmost effort is precisely what is needed!"
Emperor Yu nodded in acknowledgment.
He perceived Zhan Tian's wavering resolve; after all, Zhan Tian had only recently achieved his breakthrough, his current power being entirely dependent on the blessings of his Sacred Body.
"What is the status of the other perilous zones?"
His attention then shifted to Duke Qin.
"Currently, there is no discernible activity from them. Most notably, the Stone Race and the Tree-man Race remain entirely unseen; we have found no sign of their movements."
This absence of information was Duke Qin's most pressing concern at present.
He feared a recurrence of the devastating events that transpired in the Hidden Forest Abyss, leaving Great Yu tragically unprepared.