Chapter 239: The Failure of The Ant Tribe

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

The Ant Tribe had fallen into complete chaos as all of them began to scurry around with zero sense of direction.

Without an overriding consciousness governing their actions, the Ant Tribe’s army posed next to no threat. They didn’t even have the intelligence to stage a retreat, all of them were simply moving according to their most primitive instincts.

The cultivators initiated a counterattack at this moment. A series of powerful immortal spells rained down upon the aimlessly scurrying ants amid a sea of exploding flesh and blood. Soon, the dead bodies of the Ant Tribe’s army had covered the entirety of the border of the Abyss of Evil.

The defensive line pushed on ahead, slowly approaching the Realm of White Sand. After a while, the waves of giant ants had been completely decimated by the counterattacking cultivators.

Raging flames scorched the remains of the Abyss of Evil, forming a flaming dragon which coiled itself down into the depths of the Abyss of Evil, wiping their existence from the world.

The Ant Tribe’s army numbering in the hundreds of thousands were thus completely vanquished by the cultivators of the Heavenly Court and the Heavenly River State. Although the cultivators had secured victory in this battle, they did not depart. Instead, they chose to fortify their defensive line in preparation for the next battle.

The Black Mist Bridge had not yet dissipated, so there was no reason for their departure.

An Lin rode on Da Bai’s back to the location where the Heavenly Court forces were situated.

The return of over a hundred cultivators was met by raucous cheers from the students. The cheers were for their heroes, who had ventured deep into enemy territory and successfully carried out their decapitation mission.

An Lin waved to the students on the golden city wall before descending into the crowd.

“Big Brother An, Big Brother An, you guys killed the Ant Queen! What did it look like?!” Miao Tian ran over to him and asked impatiently as she gripped onto his arm.

She wore a set of pink garments and seemed to have just taken a shower after the grueling battle. There were still water droplets in her short, black hair, giving her a refreshing look.

Luo Ziping, Sun Shenglian, and Zong Yongyan also made their way over with curiosity on their faces.

“The Ant Queen looked like an ant of course, what else could it look like?” An Lin shook his head. “The battle was too intense so I didn’t get a chance to take a photo with my phone.”

“How did you guys kill the Ant Queen? To kill the Ant Queen on her own home turf, it must’ve been no simple task,” Zong Yongyan spoke as he waved his fan about.

“It sure was no simple task, we had to throw two nuclear bombs at it.” An Lin did not hide any details.

Clatter!

Zong Yongyan’s hand trembled as his fan clattered to the ground.

Miao Tian: “…”

Luo Ziping: “…”

Sun Shenglian blinked in a daze. “… using nuclear bombs to blast an ant…?”

An Lin nodded. “This Ant Queen was no ordinary ant. It was as big as a mountain and when it produced eggs, it was like an avalanche with each delivery producing a few hundred huge eggs…”

They did not know anything about the decapitation mission, so it was no surprise that they were in shock.

Now that the decapitation mission was over, An Lin described to them the events that had transpired in detail while boasting about his feats in killing three Soul Formation Stage ants along the way as a means of lightening everyone’s moods during this gloomy situation.

In the southern region of the Realm of White Sand.

There was a place there that was surrounded by a cluster of mountains, exotic flora, and clear, sparkling creeks.

A sparkling white city sat in the center of the cluster of mountains and rich vital energy permeated the entire heaven and earth— this was the holy land of the Ant Tribe.

Many huge ants with powerful auras that were able to walk upright on their hind legs were gathered in the center of the city, falling to their knees in worship of a black egg.

A series of complex golden veined patterns spread outwards on the ground.

If one was to look down from the sky above, they would see that the golden veined patterns encompassed the entire ground to form an extremely huge spell formation.

The black egg was situated at the very center of the spell formation.

Along the veins of the spell formation, wisps of spiritual energy were constantly gathering onto the egg. On a battlefield far away, the deaths of hundreds of thousands of huge ants resulted in hundreds of thousands of wisps of black spiritual energy gathering to the egg through the spell formation. As for the cultivators who had fallen and been consumed by the giant ants, they formed wisps of white spiritual energy which also gathered there and merged into the egg.

No one knew just what was inside the egg, but the Ant Tribe referred to it as “monarch”.

“Tribe leader, there are now two Ant Queens transferring over to the Abyss of Evil with over a million soldier ants in accompaniment.”

A huge white ant knelt on one knee and spoke in a respectful voice.

The huge ant that had been referred to as the tribe leader was as thin as a stick and was holding a red staff in its hand. Its aura was as vast and powerful as the sea, making onlookers involuntarily bow to his might.

It nodded lightly at the giant white ant’s report as if it wasn’t paying much attention. “Go forth, as long as it’s a battle against the humans, mobilize all the troops you want…”

The tribe leader stared at the huge black egg with a solemn expression.

“I’ll welcome our king with sacrifices!”

However, heaven and earth suddenly fell silent at the conclusion of the tribe leader’s words.

Boundless divine might descended from the sky.

“You don’t have the right to use human sacrifices for your own gain.”

The voice was like a clap of roaring thunder, erupting between heaven and earth with unmatched might and power.

Many of the powerful giant ants were forced into submission by the voice alone, and their knees buckled below them while their bodies trembled.

This was the power of the monarch of heaven and earth. This, was a True God!

“Emperor Ziwei, what are you doing here?” As the Ant Tribe’s leader looked up at the man with flowing silver hair who was standing proudly in the air, its expression finally registering some change.

Emperor Ziwei made a few seals with his hands, and his eyes lit up with the light of countless stars, creating a dazzling sight.

A shimmering star flew from his fingers and descended toward the huge black egg. “I’m here to teach you a lesson…”

“You wouldn’t dare!” The expression of the Ant Tribe’s leader shifted drastically as it yelled in rage.

The star fell upon the center of the spell formation, and heaven and earth dimmed, with only the light of the purple star being the exclusive hint of color in the world.

The ground trembled, and the golden veined patterns were completely dispelled by the purple star before crumbling layer by layer.

The huge spell formation that had encompassed the whole of the Realm of White Sand completely collapsed at that moment…

The Ant Tribe’s leader stared up at him with wide eyes as its body trembled. “Emperor Ziwei, have you gone mad?! Your actions will prevent the birth of monarch and result in more deaths for humans in the future…”

“The citizens of the Kingdom of the Nine States will only die in battle rather than die in some mysterious epidemic.”

Emperor Ziwei clasped his hands behind his back and departed after he said this parting sentence.

Countless powerful ants were gathered there, but not one of them dared to stand in his way.

In the depths of the Abyss of Evil, within the chaotic darkness.

A wistful sight sounded, imbued with both resignation and a forlorn exasperation.

“So be it…”

In the Abyss of Evil.

The Black Mist Bridges began to disappear like clouds in the sky.

All the cultivators of the Immortal Sects all stared at the scene in front of them, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

At the location where the Heavenly Court’s forces were stationed, all the students and teachers were staring at the scene before them, and all of them had a different expression on their faces.

Some were shocked, some were confused, some were elated…

It was only until a message was delivered to everyone through Sword Immortal Ling Xiao’s voice transmission talisman that irrepressible joy welled up in everyone’s hearts and raucous cheers erupted.

The Black Mist Bridges had completed crumbled, thereby effectively putting an end to the Ant Tribe’s plans. They had succeeded!

Everyone who had been tightly wound up were finally able to completely relax.

A lot of the students collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion with tears welling up in their eyes, while others roared with laughter.

They had won this battle. Among them, there were classmates and comrades that had permanently departed, but those who survived had experienced the most critical stage of evolution in their lives.

This special battle had also been recorded into the history books of The United University of Cultivation.

Among the ten thousand students and a hundred teachers that had participated in the battle, there were 376 student casualties and two teachers that died on the battlefield. These statistics were not particularly eye-catching among the university’s noteworthy historical events. But the extraordinary events were only now being set into motion…