Tribulation of Myriad Races

There were so many people here.

That was Su Yu’s thought as he moved amid the group of immortals.

So many immortals were still alive. These people sure were good at surviving. There were nearly 1,500 of them here. Including those on the seventh level, there were probably around 1,800 survivors left in the mansion.

After several days of slaughter, Su Yu had assumed that almost everyone was dead. But in truth, about half of them had survived. This was already the fifth day. How were there still so many survivors?

“Sure enough, the myriad races are akin to weeds. They will never go away. Even after losing so many people, there are still so many of them.”

Su Yu noted that there were a decent number of middle-stage Sunmoons present. If it wasn’t for the sake of entering the seventh level, he could have killed all these people with his yang acupoint open.

When he looked at the humans, he saw many familiar faces as well. Sure enough, Old Liu was around. Su Yu wondered if Old Liu had performed the bloodline verification with Yellow Nine.

If Yellow Nine wasn’t a Liu…perhaps he should simply kill her. It was likely that she was the sole person aware of his current identity. Suddenly, his tribulation character pulsed. An imperceptible line appeared in the sky before entering his sea of willpower. Or to be precise, it was blocked right outside his sea of willpower by the Culture Tomb.

“What’s going on?”

Su Yu was surprised. What was that? He only noticed it because of the slightly trembling Culture Tomb. This felt similar to what he felt earlier when the Heavenly Hunt Index attempted to inspect him. However, it also felt weaker. It seemed to have arrived from thin air, and it was much weaker in comparison.

When Su Yu focused, he blanked out.

Was…someone trying to inspect him?

This was quite a unique inspection method.

He did not waste any time. Instantly, he activated his calm character to give off a signal that he was a safe person to be with. At the same time, he activated the saint character to give off a signal that he was reliable and trustworthy.

Yes. He was safe and reliable.

Who was trying to inspect him?

Who could it be?

After thinking more about it, he thought of a certain person. Dao Cheng. No way, right? Why was that bastard suspecting him even after receiving the valuable heavenly blood reishi from him?

But it was undeniable that among the immortals, those from Dao King’s line were the most proficient in this. They called it divination, but Su Yu saw it as an investigative skill.

Su Yu did not look at Dao Cheng. It did not matter who the other person was. He was busy giving off a certain presence.

He was safe, trustworthy, and reliable. In such a manner, even an enemy would believe that he was friendly. As for those who were already friendly, they would lament his trustworthiness.

With the Culture Tomb, not a single thought of Su Yu could leak. Only the two characters were allowed to send some information out of his sea of willpower. The two characters were only transmitting a slight amount of information.

However, Su Yu was confident the power trying to pry on him would be able to capture that information.

Behind Su Yu, Dao Cheng was standing with his hands clasped behind him. At the moment, a character was swirling around his palm while glowing slightly. Nobody noticed anything. Not even Pan Hu, who was standing right beside him.

That was mainly because Dao Cheng had the habit of playing with a character in his hand all the time. Thus, this was a regular sight for many people.

Dao Cheng was indeed still wary. Ling Heng’s appearance had been too much of a coincidence. He had arrived just before they started entering the seventh level. Furthermore, he had attracted quite a lot of attention with his treasure. As a third-stage Sunmoon, was he really so clumsy?

Thus, Dao Cheng couldn’t dispel his suspicions even after receiving the blood reishi. He couldn’t explain his suspicion properly, but something in his mind was telling him that Ling Heng was trustworthy. At the same time, this sensation felt somewhat wrong. Thus, he wasn’t willing to give up.

He started using divination.

Since Ling Heng was so near, it shouldn’t be too hard for him to divine something useful. As he worked on his divination, he kept his gaze on Su Yu. After a while, Su Yu frowned and looked around while his aura rippled.

“What is it, Ling Heng?” Pan Hu asked with surprise.

After looking around some more, Su Yu sent Pan Hu and Dao Cheng a voice transmission, “Watch out. I suspect someone is targeting me after seeing me with the blood reishi. I suggest we split apart after entering the seventh level.”

After several attempts, Dao Cheng’s divination continued reassuring him that Ling Heng was reliable. Thus, he stopped and sent a voice transmission, “Don’t worry, Senior Brother. Martial Uncle Taihe is on the seventh level. We will be safe there.”

“No, not at all.”

Su Yu argued, “Prince, the seventh level is the world of Invincibles. Martial Uncle Taihe is only a ninth-stage Sunmoon. He’s strong for us, but he enjoys no advantage there. Do not underestimate our enemies. Do not repeat your mistake.”

Su Yu looked at Dao Cheng and advised earnestly, “I hope you can keep these words in mind. That way, even if I were to die here, I would die without being a disappointment to Master.”

Dao Cheng’s expression changed as he replied, “I will be careful and not repeat my past mistake, Senior Brother.”

Su Yu nodded. Beside Dao Cheng, Pan Hu smiled and said, “Stop nagging so much, Ling Heng. Dao Cheng knows what to do.”

“I know.”

Su Yu sighed and nodded, “I just don’t want to see the worst happen. I suspect…someone is targeting our line. To speak the truth, I’m starting to suspect that our own people are doing this to us. After all, our lord has grown rapidly in recent years. His territory has also grown considerably. After losing his tri-life bodies to the old turtle, some people must be trying to prevent our return with a carrier treasure.”

Dao Cheng nodded solemnly.

Su Yu continued his voice transmission, “Prince, you need to be careful of even Xuan Wuji. Lord Xuan King might not necessarily be a sincere ally.”

Dao Cheng nodded again. With that, the three sank into silence. They stood bleakly, as though they only had each other to rely upon.

Just then, Zhan Wushuang said, “The divines, devils, immortals, humans, and dragons will each contribute a middle-stage Sunmoon to keep the entrance active. The minor races and ancient races will enter as fast as possible. The other five races will enter in turns after that.”

After reaching an agreement, they stopped delaying. Under Yubo’s arrangement, a fifth-stage Sunmoon immortal walked out. Pan Hu was a seventh-stage Sunmoon, and he was quite strong. Thus, he wasn’t troubled with this task.

Furthermore, Pan Hu was here as Dao Cheng’s dao guardian. As for Su Yu, he was below the fourth-stage Sunmoon Realm. Thus, nobody bothered him either.

Before long, the five selected experts opened the entrance with a roar.

A massive whirlpool appeared. Without the strength of a middle-stage Sunmoon, one wouldn’t be able to even manifest the whirlpool.

“Go! Now!”

Just then, someone suggested, “Is anyone willing to leave a drop of blood essence behind? We don’t know how things are up there. Don’t forget that there’s a death tunnel on the seventh level. What if this is a one-way trip for us?”

A minor race expert stepped forth, gnashed his teeth, and said, “I will leave a drop of blood essence behind. But I wish to keep it in Lord Mo Duona’s hands. Please return it to me when we’re both up there.”

When one was dead, the information would be reflected in the blood essence.

The volunteer was not willing to trust anyone else except Mo Duona. No matter what, Mo Duona was a super genius. Someone like that could easily kill him even without his blood essence. Thus, he wouldn’t need to worry that Mo Duona would do something to him through his blood essence.

Mo Duona glanced at the volunteer and nodded.

“Thank you, Lord.”

After tossing a drop of blood essence at Mo Duona, he dove into the whirlpool. Mo Duona put the blood essence away without saying anything.

After a while, he said, “He’s still alive.”

“Good! Go, everyone!”

Those from the minor and ancient races started entering the whirlpool.

***

Seventh level. Entrance.

Several Invincibles were waiting nearby.

Upon noticing someone walking out of the entrance, an immortal king asked, “Are you alone or are there more?”

If those below had received the same message from the outside, they would most certainly think of a way to save themselves.

The minor race expert hurriedly replied, “Lord, everyone is gathered down there.”

“How many survivors are there?”

“Around 1,500.”

“…”

Silence descended. An Invincible sighed. Only 1,500. How many people were there on the seventh level? Less than three hundred. In that case, about half of the people in the mansion had perished. This was a massive loss.

All the Invincibles had solemn expressions. The four human Invincibles had the same look as well. Before long, those from the minor and ancient races started arriving. They did not dare to leave. Instead, they waited silently. Those from races without Invincibles could only tremble fearfully, worried that they would be killed for no reason.

As for the Invincibles, their mood declined as they waited. There were so many minor and ancient race survivors. There were nearly three hundred of them. In that case, there were only around a thousand survivors from the major races. Why were the major races the ones to suffer more losses?

Finally, Qin Zhen lost patience and sent a voice transmission, “What are the casualties of the humans?”

While asking, he grabbed a random minor race expert. The other Invincibles merely glanced at him indifferently. The minor race expert was well aware that he could only rely on the major races for protection here. Thus, the bird, who was Qin Zhen’s target, cooperated obediently.

Before Qin Zhen could ask again, the bird sent a voice transmission, “Lords, the humans have not suffered many losses. There are about three hundred human survivors down there. That’s almost the same number as the immortal survivors.”

Qin Zhen was surprised to hear that. That was a large number. The immortals had sent over seven hundred people into the mansion while the humans had sent only around five hundred. And yet so many humans had survived. Was this true?

“What about the divines and devils?”

“About two hundred survivors each.”

Such a small number. Qin Zhen’s expression turned odd. He glanced at the divines and devils. They were doing the same. Upon learning of the situation down there, their expressions turned unsightly.

Xia Longwu said, “Be careful. Since there are so many human survivors, they might start targeting us.”

At that, the other human Invincibles grew alert.

True.