UGB Chapter 1802 Rushing to the Continuation of the Race!
Chapter 1802 Rushing to the Continuation of the Race!
Just now!
The elders of the Wuyang clan transmitted the highest command through a bloodline secret technique:
The situation is critical; activate the 'Seclusion' plan immediately!
The moment the words "Hidden World Project" were uttered, it was as if ice from the heavens had been plunged into boiling water, instantly freezing and dissipating all the laughter and noise.
Inside the main hall, the relaxed expressions on the faces of all the Xuan Turtle Clan youths and young men vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly pallor.
Their pupils contracted sharply, and as they looked at each other, they could see the undisguised horror and panic in each other's eyes.
Obviously.
Although these young descendants lack experience and their temperament is still somewhat impetuous...
But they are by no means stupid!
As core members of their clan, they had all heard their elders mention this highest level of emergency preparedness plan to some extent.
The weight of the word "seclusion" was like a massive ocean, pressing down on them until they could barely breathe.
This means that the Xuan Turtle clan has encountered a catastrophic disaster that could wipe out the entire clan!
at this time……
The Grand Elder gave them no time to process this earth-shattering news, speaking rapidly like a machine gun:
Don't space out!
"Get on the teleportation array immediately!"
The voice has not fallen,
He swung his withered hand forward with a sudden movement, and a dense, earthy-yellow demonic energy shot into the smooth, mirror-like obsidian floor beneath his feet.
"Rumble..."
A dull, loud thud resounded, and a straight, deep crack appeared in the floor at the very center of the hall.
Then,
A stone array platform, covered with ancient and mottled marks and engraved with complex and incomprehensible spatial runes, slowly rose from the ground with the rumbling of its mechanisms and stood steadily in front of everyone.
The desolate, distant spatial fluctuations emanating from the array platform caused all the young Xuan Turtle to feel a pang of fear.
Seeing the shock and confusion in the eyes of the younger generation, the Grand Elder felt a pang of anguish, yet he had no choice but to urge them on again, his voice hoarse:
"Quickly! Get on the teleportation array! Execute immediately!"
"Upon reaching the other side, your tribal elders will surely meet you!"
However, witnessing this last escape route within the clan, which had only been heard of in legends, being activated, a resolute-faced young man suddenly stepped forward, his eyes bloodshot, and asked urgently:
"Elder!"
How will my other elders and many brothers and sisters evacuate?
"Yup!"
These words immediately resonated with many, and an atmosphere of grief and indignation spread.
"Although my Xuan Turtle clan is known for its defense, we are by no means cowards who fear death!"
How could one abandon one's elders and compatriots and flee alone in a time of crisis for one's people?
"We are willing to stay and live or die with our people!"
"shut up!"
The Grand Elder roared, his demonic power surging.
Like an underwater volcano about to erupt,
A terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the entire area, forcibly suppressing the tragic atmosphere that had just risen.
His eyes were bloodshot, filled with murderous intent, and he spoke each word clearly:
"You need not say more, execute the order immediately!"
You are the first group to participate in the 'Seclusion' plan!
Every moment you linger here is a waste of the precious time that our ancestors bought for you with their lives.
It also extinguishes the lifeline of subsequent batches of demon race members!
His gaze swept over every young face, carrying an undeniable resolve:
"Anyone who disobeys orders will be treated as a traitor and executed without exception!"
"Walk--"
The final roar, like a thunderclap, contained boundless grief and resolve.
see,
Inside the main hall, the young cultivators, despite their endless resentment, grievances, and fear of the unknown...
But under the Grand Elder's almost tangible killing intent and the imposing military orders, they could only swallow their words.
They gritted their teeth and took one last look at the familiar, magnificent hall.
And that elder who seemed to have aged considerably in an instant,
Then, silently following the flow of people ahead, I stepped onto the ancient teleportation array platform...
The array patterns gradually lit up, and space began to distort.
Looking again...
Hundreds of young figures were swallowed up by a hazy white light.
The elder stood there, his clenched fists trembling slightly.
Until the light completely faded, the platform returned to silence...
He slowly closed his eyes and let out a long, heavy sigh.
Immediately.
With a flick of his wrist, the Grand Elder revealed an ancient jade talisman in his palm.
The jade talisman had a warm and lustrous color, yet it subtly exuded a sense of weight and gravitas that had endured the vicissitudes of time. The black tortoise totem carved on its surface seemed to come alive under the dim light.
A faint light flashed at his fingertips, and the jade talisman was quietly activated.
After a while...
The Xuan Turtle Clan cultivators within the palaces at the bottom of this deep sea seemed to be summoned by an invisible force.
Streaks of light, each a different color yet equally swift, like shooting stars streaking across the night sky, silently tore through the darkness and converged on the central hall from all parts of the clan's territory.
They landed precisely outside the main hall and then stepped inside.
As time ticked by...
The massive teleportation array in the center of the hall hummed rhythmically, emitting strong spatial fluctuations.
One after another, the chosen descendants of the Xuan Turtle Clan, mostly young faces, with fear and determination in their eyes, silently and swiftly stepped onto the battle platform under the command of the Grand Elder.
Blinding beams of light shot into the sky time and again, engulfing their figures and transporting them to an unknown distance.
Inside the main hall, only the empty teleportation array platform and the lingering ripples of spiritual energy remained.
Just as the Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan took a deep breath, preparing to summon the next batch of descendants—
A sudden change occurred!
The solid void inside the hall, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, rippled outwards without warning.
At the center of that ripple, space was slightly distorted, emanating a heart-stopping fluctuation.
Tight.
A figure, as if seeping out from the ripples of water, appeared silently.
It landed on the ground without making a sound.
The newcomer was tall, but slightly hunched over, as if bearing an invisible weight.
When he raised his head, revealing his face—a face that exuded authority even without anger, yet was now unusually pale…
The wary look that had instantly risen in the eyes of the Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder immediately dissipated.
The jewel in his palm, which had been radiating brilliant light and was poised to unleash its power, also dimmed and quietly went out.
Not bad.
This powerful figure, whose aura fluctuated wildly, his spiritual pressure sometimes surging like a tide and sometimes as faint as a thread, clearly indicating he was severely injured, was none other than one of the pillars of the Xuan Turtle Clan…
The venerable elder Wu Yang is half-respected!
"Greetings, Elder!"
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder bowed subconsciously, giving a solemn clan salute to Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable.
Just as he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and was about to report on the current situation of the clan's relocation—
Wu Yang, a half-saint, waved his hand, interrupting him from speaking.
His brows were furrowed, and there was no intention of pleasantries or formalities. His voice carried an undisguised weariness and urgency as he asked directly:
"Elder, how many batches have been sent so far?"
How many juniors haven't been teleported away yet?
In an instant, Wu Yang, a half-saint, asked the core question that he was most concerned about at the moment, and which was also related to the survival of his race.
Hear this.
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder's heart tightened; he dared not be negligent and quickly calculated in his mind...
Then, a figure and estimated time were given, which were to be as accurate as possible:
"Reporting to the clan elders, seven batches have already been sent away!"
At the current rate and with the remaining slots, after about ten more batches, it should be possible to transfer all the core elites remaining in the clan.
estimate……
It will take another incense stick's time.
"One stick of incense..."
Wu Yang, the half-saint, muttered to himself, a complex light flashing in his cloudy yet still sharp eyes as he silently calculated the speed of the front line's collapse and the time difference between the enemy's possible pursuit.
He then nodded slightly, his tone resolute:
"In that case, after half an incense stick's time, I will officially issue the order for a full retreat!"
Giving the comrades still fighting on the front lines this half-incense stick's time to travel should be enough for most of the strong who can escape the battlefield to retreat back to their clans and seamlessly connect with the teleportation system here.
Hear the words.
The Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement:
"In terms of time, it should be possible!"
"it is good!"
Wu Yang, the Half-Venerable, suddenly raised his voice, carrying an undeniable resolve.
"Now that the danger of our clan's extinction is imminent, we must do our utmost to preserve the bloodline and elites of our clan, so that we may rise again in the future."
Therefore, at this time, one must not have even the slightest selfishness.
We must ensure that every teleportation slot is used effectively, understand?
"clear!"
The Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder's expression was extremely solemn as he respectfully responded.
He naturally understood the subtext of the elder's words—
At this critical juncture of life and death, the absolute priority must be to transfer the most talented and purest bloodline among the descendants of the clan.
We must not allow those of inferior bloodline who attempt to seize precious spots because of their parents' power or strong backing to disrupt the grand plan concerning the future of our race.
the other side.
Seeing the Grand Elder's solemn expression, Wu Yang, a half-saint, seemed to sense the pressure he was under.
He stepped forward, patted the other man's shoulder, let out a sigh filled with endless weariness and sorrow, and added:
"Remember, even my closest direct descendants are no exception!"
Everything is based on the continuation of the race!
"Yes! Elder Gao Yi of the Wuyang clan!"
this moment.
The slight lingering concerns and displeasure that the Xuan Turtle Clan's Grand Elder might have harbored vanished completely with Wu Yang's resounding and selfless statement.
Instead, there was genuine admiration and determination.
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere inside the hall was as oppressive as the deathly stillness before a storm.
Only the teleportation array platform hummed regularly and its light flashed and faded.
This signifies that yet another batch of sparks of hope has been sent to safety.
In the blink of an eye, half an incense stick's time had passed.
At this moment, the Grand Elder, who had just directed the teleportation of a group of high-ranking descendants of the clan, quickly arrived at the side hall where the Half-Venerable Wu Yang was temporarily recuperating. He bowed respectfully to the figure sitting cross-legged on the ground, his spiritual energy slowly calming down, and whispered:
"Elder, it's time!"
Hear the words.
Wu Yang, who had been meditating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. Two beams of light flashed by, and his gaze, sharp as lightning, fell on the bowing elder.
now!
The aura around him that had been extremely unstable, as if it were about to spiral out of control, was now much more stable than when he first returned.
Even his paper-white face had a faint hint of color showing through.
Clearly, after this half-incense stick's worth of urgent healing, the backlash and old injuries he suffered from forcibly using the secret technique were temporarily suppressed, and he recovered about 60-70% of his strength.
Although not fully recovered, it is enough to support the next steps.
The remaining injuries will require a long period of rest and recovery.
Perhaps only by relying on rare and precious elixirs from heaven and earth can one hope to eradicate the disease.
Followed by.
Wu Yang, a half-saint, suddenly stood up. His tall figure exuded a resolute aura, and he spoke:
"Next, you will depart with the next batch of descendants of your clan!"
"I'll take charge of this area."
This statement came out.
The elder, who had already prepared himself mentally to hold out until the very last moment and perish with the teleportation array, was stunned on the spot.
His heart, which had been calmed by countless years, felt as if it had been infused with a warm current, and his nose even felt a little sore.
A deep sense of emotion and complex emotions welled up uncontrollably in his eyes.
He knew better than anyone what Elder Wuyang's decision meant!
The fall of the Nascent Soul Ancestor signaled the collapse of the Xuan Turtle Clan's top combat power.
This also indirectly confirms the terror and power of the new chieftain of the Black Spirit Tiger Shark Clan.
Once that ruthless figure completely eliminates the remaining forces at the front, or once his army breaks through the defenses and besieges the city...
Even if this clan-protecting formation is strong, how long can it hold out?
In other words, the longer those who remain in the core of the clan's territory to maintain the teleportation array stay, the more exponentially the dangers they face.
The chances of successfully escaping are extremely slim!
This is why the Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan could more deeply appreciate how selfless and tragic Elder Wu Yang's actions were!
This shows that they prioritized the hope of survival for their fellow clansmen, while taking the greatest calamity upon themselves!
next moment.
The Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan shook his head violently, his tone agitated:
"No!
Elder, in the future, my Xuan Turtle Clan may lose one more elder at the Demon Lord level, but we cannot do without you, the pillar of the Half-Venerable Realm!
You are the greatest hope for the future revival of our clan. Given the right opportunity, Elder, you may well take another step forward, enter the realm of divine transformation, and restore the prestige of our clan!
And I…
"Stop talking nonsense."
Wu Yang, a half-saint, interrupted him directly, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"Just follow my instructions."
His gaze swept across the main hall, his voice low and calm:
"Only by personally overseeing this place and using my half-saint cultivation to suppress it can we ensure that this teleportation array can continue to operate stably at the last moment."
Only then could they subdue the anxious and impatient powerful members of their clan who were about to retreat from the battlefield.
Even... other 'allies' who might be mixed in.
If those old monsters also want to pass through, how can you, with your cultivation level, subdue them?
This will inevitably cause chaos, delay the opportunity, and have unimaginable consequences.
Hear the words.
The Great Elder of the Xuan Turtle Clan paused, still clinging to a sliver of hope, and said:
"Then... should we still follow the originally planned emergency measures?"
"Secretly inform only the core powerhouses of your own clan on the battlefield, abandoning other allies?"
"···"
...(End of this chapter)