UGB Chapter 1807 Welcoming Surrender!
Chapter 1807 Welcoming Surrender!
now!
The space channel is now firmly established, and the teleportation is underway.
During this process, the teleportation array must remain absolutely stable.
Once attacked or destroyed by external forces...
The chances of survival for those on the battle platform will become extremely slim.
Unless you have extraordinary luck.
In the blink of an eye!
The deep sea is dimly lit, and the water is still.
A sprawling, rugged palace complex, built against the backdrop of an underwater mountain range, lies like a sleeping ancient beast, crouching in the darkness.
Right outside this architectural complex, symbolizing the last glory and foundation of the Xuan Turtle Clan...
A composed figure suddenly appeared, his demonic power mingling with the seawater; it was none other than Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
He stood silently in the icy seawater, his figure as steady as a mountain, only his sharp, piercing eyes fixed on the endless darkness ahead.
It was as if they wanted to see through that void.
The surrounding seawater became viscous and heavy because of his extremely refined aura.
at this time--
Without warning, the seawater a hundred meters ahead was gently parted as if by an invisible hand, and a figure in a deep black robe appeared out of thin air.
The newcomer wasn't particularly tall, but his body was naturally enveloped in an extremely obscure and distorted wave of light.
It was as if the space he occupied was isolated from the surrounding sea, making it impossible to discern his true appearance or reality.
One can only sense a profound and abyss-like depth.
However, Wu Yang, whose cultivation had reached the level of a half-saint, possessed an exceptionally keen spiritual sense.
Almost the instant the other party appeared, he sensed an extremely dangerous, potentially deadly aura deep within that seemingly calm yet obscure fluctuation!
The aura was cold and cruel, carrying the oppressive presence unique to apex predators...
Even his long-tempered demon soul was moved by it.
"What terrifying pressure!"
Far stronger than rumored...
The mysterious Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan expert before me must be the enigmatic new clan leader, Shark Minghong, who rose to power through ruthless means?
He raised his head, his gaze calmly sweeping over the blurry figure in black robes, suppressing all his shock and fear deep inside.
silence!
A deathly silence pervaded the space between them, with only the silent undercurrents of the ocean floor surging.
at this time···
A detached voice, devoid of any emotion, ignored the barrier of the seawater and spoke directly to Wu Yang, the Half-Saint.
Even deep within the sea of consciousness, a deafening explosion resounded.
Each word struck his mind like a hammer blow:
"With my arrival, I had assumed that your Xuan Turtle Clan was hiding a Nascent Soul cultivator..."
The voice paused slightly.
With a hint of barely perceptible scrutiny and...disappointment?
Then it rang again, this time with a colder, more playful tone:
"I never expected that what I would get in the end would be you, the great elder."
The owner of the voice seemed to slightly shift their gaze, fixing it on Wu Yang, and the invisible pressure suddenly intensified.
"how?"
"You appear before me because you think I'll spare your life out of respect for your arduous cultivation?"
"Or……"
The tone suddenly turned stern, carrying a condescending scrutiny and a hint of cruelty, like a cat playing with a mouse:
"Do you really think you have some incredible trump card that allows you to rival me...?"
To put up a fight or two?
The terrifying pressure emanating from those last few words, like an invisible tide, swept towards Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
They tried to crush his will and probe the truth and falsehood in his heart.
The atmosphere of the entire underwater world...
It also froze at the freezing point at that moment.
The next moment, it seemed as if even the surging ocean currents came to a standstill.
Wu Yang bowed deeply, his head bowed extremely low, his posture so humble it was almost insignificant.
His normally powerful voice trembled slightly as he spoke respectfully:
"How dare this old man harbor any disrespect!"
"The senior's divine might is unparalleled. Now he reigns supreme over the True Dragon Sea, and can decide the life and death of all living beings with a mere flick of his wrist."
Even if I had ten thousand lives, I would never dare to harbor the slightest delusion of opposing my senior.
"I only beg... I only beg that you, senior, will remember the long-standing friendship between our two clans and show leniency, granting this old man a chance to serve you loyally and atone for his sins?"
While talking,
He slightly raised his eyelids, and a pleading hope clearly appeared in his usually calm eyes, fixed intently on Sha Minghong, who stood in mid-air.
It was as if they were staring at the last straw.
Hearing this,
Sha Minghong's lips curled into a playful smile as he looked down at the figure standing motionless below, not daring to even twitch the hem of his clothes.
That gaze was like that of someone scrutinizing prey caught in a net, whose fate was in their own hands.
A brief silence, carrying a suffocating pressure.
Then, he chuckled softly. The laughter was not loud, but it carried a chilling coldness that rippled across the seawater.
"is it?"
Two words fell lightly.
Then,
His tone suddenly turned stern, like an ice pick piercing to the bone:
"What if I were to kill you right now?"
As soon as this statement came out, it was shocking!
Wu Yang, the half-saint, trembled violently, and the last glimmer of light in his eyes dimmed instantly, shrouded in a deep, deathly gray.
however,
Within that deathly ashes, a resolute determination quickly ignited, like a spark remaining in the ashes.
He remained silent for a few breaths, as if using this brief moment to bid a final farewell to everything that had passed.
Then, he used an unusually calm...
With a hint of relief in his voice, he slowly began to speak:
“If this is your command, senior… then this old man is willing to submit and await death without complaint.”
"I only hope... I only hope that you, senior, will be merciful and take in the remaining bloodline of our clan, leaving them a glimmer of hope."
Even in my old age, though my soul may depart and my spirit scattered, I will still be grateful for the great kindness of my predecessors.
The words fell,
He actually completely relaxed the protective divine light around his body, adopting a posture of offering his neck for slaughter.
see,
The indifferent expression on Sha Minghong's face, like a cat playing with a mouse, subsided slightly.
His gaze was calm, revealing neither joy nor anger; he simply said:
"We'll discuss this later."
Let me see first just how sincere you are…?”
While talking,
His deep gaze seemed to casually sweep over the ever-flowing, mysteriously emanating protective array behind Wu Yang, the half-venerable.
Wu Yang, who had been on edge and closely watching Shark Minghong's every move, instantly understood the true meaning of the "sincerity" spoken by the Black Spirit Tiger Shark patriarch.
"That's it!"
He sighed deeply, overwhelmed by endless sorrow and helplessness.
"Based on the timeline, the younger members of the clan and those 'allies' who left using the teleportation array should have already escaped safely by now..."
Now, it is time to make one last desperate attempt to secure a future for the remaining members of our race!
He knew better than anyone that although the clan's protective formation was strong, it was ultimately futile against a powerhouse like Shark Minghong.
If they continue to resist, the only outcome will be the extermination of their clan and the death of their people.
Thoughts raced through my mind, and that moment of hesitation was quickly replaced by a decisive action.
Then,
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, bowed deeply once more, his voice carrying a resigned obedience:
"Senior, please follow me!"
He raised his hand and waved his sleeve, sending a beam of light into the vast light screen behind him.
In an instant, the continuous and incredibly sturdy array of light began to ripple violently at a certain point, spreading out in waves.
Immediately, spiritual light converged, and a portal large enough to accommodate several people walking side by side slowly emerged and solidified from the light screen.
Beyond the gate, the scene within the clan's territory could be vaguely seen.
Seeing this scene,
A barely perceptible glint flashed in Sha Minghong's deep eyes.
He gave Wu Yang, a half-venerable, a deep look, as if trying to see right through him, before nodding slightly and reappearing that enigmatic smile on his lips.
This time, however, it seems to carry a greater sense of reality:
"Oh?
They actually opened the clan's protective formation on their own initiative..."
"It seems your sincerity is indeed considerable."
Wu Yang bowed even lower, almost parallel to the seabed, his voice humble and submissive:
"It is only proper to act in front of one's seniors, and one should not dare to conceal or be negligent in the slightest."
Hear this!
Sha Minghong said no more.
He lightly stepped into the air, and an invisible ripple seemed to spread through the space around him.
The pace appears slow, yet it possesses a mysterious quality, as if shrinking the distance to an inch.
As if strolling leisurely among the clouds, they walked unhurriedly into the now-opened ancestral land of the Xuan Turtle Clan.
Wherever he went, even the raging sea currents calmed down.
They made way for him as if in awe.
Wu Yang, the half-saint, dared not hesitate for a moment, nor dared to make any unnecessary movements. He immediately composed himself and followed closely behind.
He maintained a humble posture, always trailing behind Shark Minghong by half a body length.
Head slightly lowered,
His gaze fell on the unfathomable figure in front of him.
However, deep within his lowered eyes, a heavy worry was uncontrollably revealed, like a lingering dark cloud.
Obviously.
How could he not be worried?
Beyond this open gate lies not an empty ancestral land.
Among them are countless ordinary demons of low bloodline who were unable to evacuate in time.
Behind them were the younger members of the clan who had been ordered to withdraw from various fronts.
And those fellow cultivators who were equally shaken and uncertain about their future.
The lives of these creatures are like candles flickering in the wind; their survival depends entirely on Sha Minghong's decision.
If his surrender as a semi-elder could earn him some mercy from Shark Minghong, that would be a great blessing.
If not...
Wu Yang, the half-saint, dared not even think deeply about the scene of rivers of blood.
Faced with such an absolute disparity in strength, any scheming seems pale and powerless.
He could only pin his hopes on the other person's "feelings".
How could this not terrify him?
that's it,
In an almost frozen silence, Wu Yang, a half-saint, with a heart full of trepidation, as if walking on the edge of a knife, silently followed Sha Minghong and stepped across the shimmering portal.
Just as his body completely disappeared...
The array light screen behind him flickered slightly, and the door silently closed up again, separating the inside from the outside.
The instant one entered the Xuan Turtle Clan's protective formation...
As if penetrating an invisible membrane, the surrounding scenery suddenly changed dramatically!
The seemingly endless seawater that had been omnipresent and exerted immense pressure vanished instantly, as if it had never existed.
Instead, there was a vast world suspended in nothingness, with solid earth beneath one's feet and almost misty spiritual energy permeating the air.
What comes into view is an endless cluster of palaces with a bold and magnificent design.
These palaces are not known for their exquisite craftsmanship, but rather for being constructed from massive deep-sea black stones, exuding a wild and powerful aura.
It silently tells the story of the long history of the Xuan Turtle clan.
Above the palace complex was not the sky, but a deep, dark dome.
It was inlaid with countless large, bright jewels, emitting a soft yet luminous light, like twinkling stars, illuminating this vast underground space as bright as day.
Yet it also carries a mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere.
Sha Minghong took a deep breath, and a surge of extremely pure spiritual energy, almost liquid, flowed into his lungs, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort.
The spiritual energy here is far more concentrated than that of the deep sea outside.
"good."
Sha Minghong secretly praised him.
He naturally knew that the Xuan Turtle Clan chose this location deep in the sea as their ancestral home, partly to maintain distance from other powerful clans.
But the more important reason...
Beneath this seabed lies a rare, large spiritual vein.
Otherwise, how could they support the cultivation needs of the entire Xuan Turtle Clan?
This is almost standard equipment for all elite deep-sea species.
Like the once dominant Golden Dragon Clan, its ancestral land is protected by nine large spiritual veins, creating a magnificent and ever-changing landscape.
however,
Just as Shark Minghong's mind was slightly immersed in this pure spiritual energy, and his gaze casually swept across this core area of the Xuan Turtle Clan...
He paused slightly, and spoke seemingly casually, his voice breaking the silence:
"correct!"
He turned his head to look at Wu Yang, the half-venerable one, who was following closely behind him, with a half-smile on his face.
Where is the treasure trove of the Xuan Turtle Clan?
How about you show me around?
I am quite curious about the treasures your clan has accumulated over the years.
Speaking of which,
Sha Minghong paused deliberately, his gaze becoming somewhat playful, before chuckling lightly, his tone carrying an undeniable probing:
"Elder, you wouldn't be unwilling, would you?"
"If you are unwilling... I will never force you."
With this remark,
As if doused with ice water, Wu Yang, the half-venerable one following behind, suddenly stopped in his tracks, his heart sinking to the bottom.
How could he not sense the murderous intent in those words?
If they don't agree, it means that their previous show of surrender was all fake, and they will immediately suffer a devastating blow.
To agree would mean handing over the clan's accumulated wealth of thousands of years to another, a disgraceful act.
In the blink of an eye,
Wu Yang, a half-venerable, forced a smile that was almost obsequious, without the slightest hesitation.
Disregarding any semblance of dignity, he bowed deeply, his tone utterly humble:
"How could I possibly refuse in front of my seniors?"
It is an honor for our clan that our elders have taken a liking to some of our clan's treasures.
"Senior, please come this way!"
However, in the instant he lowered his head, a barely perceptible, strange light and a resolute, cold glint flashed in the deepest recesses of his eyes.
So fast that even the shark Minghong, who was right next to it, couldn't catch it.
After a while,
Guided by Wu Yang, the two passed through numerous palaces and arrived at a relatively secluded area.
...(End of this chapter)