Tycoon War God

”Preposterous!”

In the Hollow Void Sacred Land, Jiang Gu, one of the two chiefs of Ming Lv Hall, slammed the table heavily.

”That scoundrel Jin Liu, he dares too much! He actually took away three Peak of Integration figures at once! If the other two Holy Lands were to attack our Hollow Void right now, wouldn’t we be in trouble!”

Jiang Gu looked indignant and furious.

The other chief, Gu Xuming, seemed unfazed, reading a book quietly.

”Old Gu, did you hear what I said?”

Seeing Gu Xuming not responding, Jiang Gu’s face was full of anger.

Gu Xuming turned a page and calmly said, ”Old Jiang, you’re not young anymore, are you still holding onto those grudges against Jin Liu?”

Jiang Gu froze for a moment, his expression somewhat embarrassed.

The surrounding disciples serving them held back laughter, wanting to laugh but dared not do so aloud.

Jiang Gu’s recent rant was purely to stir trouble.

The Barbarian Continent has been tranquil for long, as long as the Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor doesn’t speak, the Three Great Holy Lands would never attack each other.

Apart from the Three Great Holy Lands, other forces in the Barbarian Continent couldn’t threaten them.

Jiang Gu calmed his anger, conceding, ”I don’t know why, but my heart feels uneasy, as if some big event is about to unfold.”

Only then did Gu Xuming stop his reading, frowning as he gazed at his old friend.

As chiefs of Hollow Void Sacred Land for years and mutual confidants, he understood Jiang Gu well.

This inexplicable sense of crisis had helped Jiang Gu countless times before.

”Someone, come here!”

Gu Xuming suddenly ordered.

A disciple of Divinity Transformation Realm bowed respectfully.

”Transmit my command: all Great Power of Integration in our Hollow Void Sacred Land must return to the sect within half a month! Anyone who fails to comply will face sect rules!”

Gu Xuming said solemnly.

Even Jiang Gu hadn’t anticipated Gu Xuming’s decisiveness.

”Thank you!”

Jiang Gu nodded.

After the disciple of Divinity Transformation accepted the order and left.

Gu Xuming frowned and said, ”Our Hollow Void Sacred Land has thirteen Peak of Integration, five are traveling across each Divine Continent in the Central Domain, excluding Jin Liu and the others, and ourselves, only two Peak of Integration? Indeed too few!”

Initially, Gu Xuming didn’t pay much heed to Jiang Gu’s careless words.

Now assessing the situation himself, he realized the unprecedented vacancy in Hollow Void Sacred Land.

Normally, four Great Unity Daoists would suffice to stabilize the Holy Land.

But now it’s different, within the Hollow Void’s territory, the Barbarian Continent’s first Blessed Land was born.

The storm and tempest looming ahead, four Great Unity Daoists had become inadequately stretched.

”Old Jiang, I want to recall Fang Ling and the five others back!”

Gu Xuming said seriously.

”They are still in the Divine Continents of the Central Domain; the fastest to return would take half a year...”

The instigator Jiang Gu felt Gu Xuming might be exaggerating.

”I hope I’m just overthinking, I even want the Ancestor to return to the Holy Land!”

Gu Xuming gazed outside the hall, his expression solemn.

Jiang Gu intended to persuade him with a few words but suddenly stood up abruptly.

”This is...”

Both of them simultaneously saw golden blood rain falling from the sky, a surge of unspeakable sorrow engulfed their hearts.

”Heaven and earth mourn, the Ancestor has fallen!”

”A Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor has fallen on the land of Barbarian Continent!”

Both were deeply shocked, finding it hard to believe!

How long has it been since a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor fell in the Barbarian Continent?

Long enough that they could hardly recall when the last fall of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor was.

”Immediately contact the Ancestor! Invite the Ancestor to return!”

Gu Xuming was truly afraid!

The emergence of a Newly Promoted Blessed Land, the fall of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor, and adding the Ninth Thunder Tribulation!

Gu Xuming felt in the depths of his heart that a great calamity might be descending upon the Barbarian Continent!

This time, Jiang Gu no longer objected.

Because, inside, he was increasingly uneasy!

...

Renowned Swords Sacred Land.

Seven chiefs, with three traveling in the Divine Continents of the Central Domain, and the chief of Ming Xun leading a team heading to the Newly Promoted Blessed Land.

Inside the Sacred Land, only two chiefs preside.

At this moment, the two chiefs suddenly stood up and looked skyward, in shock.

”The fall of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor, could it be...”

The sorrow in the hearts of the two chiefs was hard to conceal!

Others in the Sacred Land might not understand, but the two were acutely aware that those heading to the Newly Promoted Blessed Land weren’t only Ming Xun and others, Ancestor Ming Wuxing was among them!

Now, with a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor having fallen, the first thing that came to mind was the demise of Ancestor Ming Wuxing!

”That’s impossible... With the Ancestor’s might, he could suppress the Barbarian Continent, how could he fall?”

The two were perplexed, unable to believe.

Only a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor can threaten another Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor.

No matter how many Peak of Integration, they cannot defeat the Ancestor!

Hence, they couldn’t comprehend how Ancestor Ming Wuxing might fall!

”Immediately contact the other two Ancestors!”

”Call back all Great Power of Integration!”

The two simultaneously decided!

They realized that the Barbarian Continent would rise with tumult, never to return to calm!

A million years after Sky Expansion Holy Land’s annihilation, no Ancestor has fallen in the Barbarian Continent!

A million years later, the first fallen Ancestor here was from their Renowned Swords Sacred Land!

As Peak of Integration and chiefs for many years, the two had never been as panicked as today.

Panicked as if they were back in their Qi Cultivation Realm days, being reprimanded by their parents!

...

Brocade Dust Holy Land.

The women within the Holy Land all looked up at the golden blood rain falling from the sky, puzzled.

”The Ancestor has fallen, a great calamity is imminent, yet none of the three chiefs are present, what should we do?”

Brocade Dust Holy Land has only six Peak of Integration.

Each one is a homebody.

Now, three Peak of Integration Kun Path gazed at the sky, at the blood rain signifying the fall of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor, feeling somewhat bewildered.

”Shall I contact the two Ancestors?”

Someone proposed.

”What if nothing happens afterward, will the chief beat us to death?”

All three began to feel apprehensive.

”Better contact the two Ancestors, the fall of a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor is too significant, we cannot hide it.”

”Then you go!”

”Yes, you contact them!”

”...”

Western border of the Barbarian Continent, in the desolate desert.

A white-haired elder trudged laboriously through the desert.

The whistling sand stirred by the gales cut the elder’s body like knives, leaving rows of bloody grooves.

Unfazed, the elder continued forward.

Suddenly, golden blood rain fell from the sky.

The elder stopped, his brow slightly furrowing.

”Heaven’s blood rain, Tribulation-Crossing fall... Strange, the Barbarian Continent isn’t the Myriad Realms Battlefield, how can there be a Tribulation-Crossing fall?”

After gazing for a moment, the elder’s expression shifted.

”First the emergence of the Barbarian Continent’s first Blessed Land, then the Ninth Thunder Tribulation, now a Tribulation-Crossing fall, this Barbarian Continent is intriguing.”

Suddenly, the elder’s body emanated radiant white light.

All his wounds vanished, and but for his tattered clothes, there was no sign he had ever been injured.

Whoosh!

The elder moved, vanishing into the void.

Reappearing, he was a thousand miles away!

This elder being cut by sand was actually a Tribulation-Crossing Ancestor!

...

Simultaneously.

East Victorious Divine Continent, a kind of paradise.

On a precipitous towering mountain stood a Taoist Temple.

Inside the temple, several young Taoist acolytes aged seven or eight were laughing and playing.

”Ming Lv, look, a Flying Sword...”

A young acolyte suddenly pointed to the sky.

A gleaming sword light descended within the temple.

”Ming Wuyou of the Ming Family, paying respects to the Ancestor... May I inquire about the purpose behind the Ancestor’s summons?”

A youth garbed in mysterious attire bowed respectfully before the main hall of the Taoist Temple.

From within the closed temple doors, an elderly voice emerged.

”The family’s Transcendance Tribulation Stage related disciple, the life talisman of Ming Wuxing from the Barbarian Continent has shattered, let the family send someone to investigate.”