Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion Chapter 1906: 786, Myriad Domains Altar_3

Chapter 1906: 786, Myriad Domains Altar_3

Translator: 549690339

“Xu Ziyang is reborn, and if the abandoned starry sky city construction project is restarted, my demon race will inevitably face the extinction of our lineage,”

“We can only fight to the death.”

On the golden war elephant, intense battle intent rose.

Xu Ziyang.

In the past, Xu Ziyang was one of the main creators behind the construction of the void cities.

He personally refined countless life spirit array foundations, enslaving numerous divine beasts, separating their bodies from their souls, and condemning them to eternal unrest.

Although Xu Ziyang ultimately stopped refining void cities out of remorse, which led to the gradual halt of their construction,

n.o.body knows whether countless thousands of years later, the reborn Xu Ziyang would start building cities again?

Bear in mind, when the demon race joined the forces to kill Xu Ziyang, they fought with all their might.

Han Muye had not expected that the turmoil in the Wasteland within the divine realm was related to the rebirth of Xu Ziyang.

Doesn’t that mean it could ultimately drag him into the crisis, too?

Lu Zixu’s lips twitched beside him.

After all this, could the calamity actually be caused by their own doing?

“Fellow Daoists, regardless of everything else, you are using the life force of our human race to power the Myriad Domains Altar, a forbidden method within the divine realm. It would be better if you cease your actions,”

Lu Genghong’s voice, a Universe-level powerhouse of the Lu family, resounded.

“Cease?” The voice of the Heaven-Howling Divine Wolf revealed arrogance.

“Do you really think that this time, we are going to sacrifice these youngsters?”

“They aren’t nearly qualified.”

Not using these juniors from various factions to sacrifice?

They were being used as

bait!

“Boom”

Countless demon lights ascended, and the entire Wasteland was enveloped by a black sky cover, resembling an iron curtain descending.

Figures of divine beasts surfaced.

“Nine-Headed Cang Eagle?”

“Divine Armored Demon Ape?”

“Ebony Spirit Tree?”

Surprised voices sounded.

Across the vast Wasteland, figures of thirteen mighty divine beasts appeared.

These figures didn’t show up for battle but rather merged their own power with that of the altar.

The previously faint altar suddenly shone like the Blazing Sun Flame, turning countless rays of Flowing Light into ropes that fell toward the Universe-level powerhouses around it.

“Run!”

“Escape quickly and bring word of the Wasteland chaos—”

“This is a sacrificial method that spells mutual destruction. It’s impossible to break from the outside!”

All around heaven and earth, a wave of outcry ensued.

Countless chains descended upon the entire Wasteland, ensnaring every figure.

Above everyone’s head, a marker resembling a beacon appeared.

Everyone here would become beings stepping onto the altar.

And the ten human race Universe-level powerhouses, along with the thirteen demon divine beasts, would become the foundational power to activate the altar.

“Leave?”

“Today, none of you can leave.”

The Silver-robed Elder laughed loudly, emitting countless fine rays of light that projected onto the Stone Mountain around.

This time, the human race could no longer resist.

Whether it was Li Changyun or Bai Zhen, faces of despair were shown.

With their own ancestors trapped here, how could they survive?

“Brother Han, what should we do?”

Lu Zixu took a deep breath and looked towards Han Muye before him.

At this moment, the only one he could count on was Han Muye.

Han Muye slowly raised his hand, pointing forward.

Figures of the two Wasteland Overlords.

“Defeat them, and the altar will stop,”

he said, causing everyone to twitch at the corner of their mouths.

With various Universe-level powerhouses trapped, who else could defeat the two Wasteland Overlords?

“I will try,” Great Venerable Muyue said in a solemn tone.

“You take them and go first.” Han Muye waved his hand, gently clenched his palm,

“Leave this place to me.”