His figure was not particularly tall, his body forged and gathered from dense Qi-Blood, appearing at first glance like a mass of blazing flas. Dark golden Spiritual Patterns flowed over his surface, resembling lava moving slowly beneath blood-colored glass.
This half-flesh, half-Life body structure is the key to the Ascension Clan’s proficient control over Elental Energy.
His gaze was cast outside the hall.
Outside ca the roar of Ascension Clan warriors returning to their nest, many broken bodies crashing onto the plaza outside like teors falling.
Chi Yan could perceive the state of every clan mber.
Broken crystal bones, dissipated Energy Cores, fragnted wills howling for revenge... They should have stirred up an Elental Torrent within the Shuyan Domain, but now they returned in disarray like charcoal doused by a rainstorm.
Chi Yan suddenly let out a low laugh.
These immortals, forged from the flesh of cultivators, had their progress halted by a re pen-wielding individual.
And this individual barely even counts as a warrior.
They were rely battling against the illusory lives sketched out by his pen.
The return of the clan mbers signaled the end of this round of great battle, yet the Ascension Clan still hadn’t taken the Shuyan Domain.
He no longer paid attention to the clan mbers, lowering his head to look at the glowing communication gem in his hand; there were more important matters awaiting him.
His figure transford into a stream of light, flying towards a small world passage on the island.
Soon, his figure appeared above the Sky Do of the small world.
Below, countless cultivators gathered, preparing for the battle.
Upon seeing the sky tear open, all the cultivators below looked up, with a cry they soared into the sky, forming a formation, ready for battle.
Leading them, an old man with white hair looked at Chi Yan and said with a trembling voice:
"We will never compromise."
Chi Yan coldly surveyed the group of cultivators wanting to resist him, without a single ripple of emotion inside.
Shuyan’s layout has already taken effect in the small world.
Now, he was facing an organization of cultivators resisting the Ascension Clan’s rule.
"You do not have the right to choose your future, only I can decide your fate."
Hearing Chi Yan’s cold reply, the white-haired old man was filled with anger:
"Why must we bear this burden, what did we do wrong?"
Hearing this, Chi Yan chuckled silently:
"You’re not wrong, are you saying we are?"
"You see us as Evil Demons, yet forget the Spiritual Energy pervading this world, the Heavenly Treasures nurtured between mountains and rivers, even the Cultivation thods that help you extend life and break corporeal shackles—these are all bestowed by us, yet now you choose to rebel against us."
"Even so, you should not see us as re flesh incubators." The old man said angrily.
"Should not? The core of this problem is not about should or should not, but rather that we are stronger, and so the rules of the ga were set by us from the start. If roles were reversed, you would do the sa. Survival of the fittest is the only truth in this world."
With that, Chi Yan’s gaze fixed on the white-haired old man:
"Without us, would you wretched beings of the lower realm not exploit each other for profit?"
Chi Yan’s voice echoed coldly across the Sky Do like clashing steel.
He looked down at the ant-like lower realm cultivators beneath him, a trace of mockery in his eyes:
"When you raise demon beasts to take their inner core, do you ask them whether it should be done? When the strong prey on the weak, do you ever pity the weak, asking if it should be done?"
With that, Chi Yan raised his hand in a gripping motion, a distant mountain peak crumbled with a roar.
A cloud of dust rose, scattering countless birds in fright, among them the mournful cries of blue-winged mystic birds falling. These were precisely the Alchemy Materials that the lower realm cultivators coveted.
"See, your first reaction is not compassion, but greed."
Chi Yan opened his hand, allowing the falling blue Feathers to brush past the formation set by the cultivators:
"The only difference is, we are so much stronger than you, that your resistance seems ignorant and ridiculous."
The white-haired old man’s lips trembled, but his eyes still held a stubborn refusal to submit:
"No matter what, we will not compromise, we will uphold the righteousness in our hearts."
Chi Yan’s patience vanished, he said softly:
"You are simply not strong enough, hence you need righteousness to maintain a justice related to your interests, but I do not care about any of this, now you have lost the value to continue living."
"You should have been grateful for the grants of my clan, but chose to rebel in the manner you thought right, and now I will strip away everything we once bestowed upon you."
As he finished speaking, Elental Runes connected over Chi Yan’s head, the Elental Torrent transford into endless waves sweeping across the land.
When the Elental Torrent subsided, Chi Yan turned and left.
When the developnt of the small world deviated from the set path, the most correct thing to do was to reset, to format everything and start anew.
By then, all existing living beings would be cast into the lting Furnace, life would be remolded, new cultivators and demon beasts would again be nurtured and thrive on this land, eventually stepping back onto the developnt trajectory it envisioned.
Even though doing so would cause considerable loss for the Ascension Clan.
Just like livestock raised in pens dying overnight before being released.
But this is the only inevitable option.
Through the space tunnel, back in the Ascension Clan hall, Chi Yan sat on the throne, a trace of weariness surfacing in his heart.
In the war with Shuyan, the Ascension Clan still holds the advantage, yet this advantage is fading as Shuyan rapidly grows.
In the foreseeable future, the Ascension Clan will be driven to a dead end.
Beset by internal and external troubles, the future of the Ascension Clan stood at a historical turning point.
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