O43novel Chapter 2001 Desperate Ascension, Cruel Alien Race
Chapter 2001 Desperate Ascension, Cruel Alien Race
The Azure Dragon Domain is vast and boundless, divided into five major territories.
The Central Tian Shu Continent stands majestically, bordering the vast northern plains to the north, the treacherous Wan Yao Ridge to the east, the scorching Yanhuang Domain to the south, and the precipitous Kunxie Mountain to the west.
At this moment, deep within the Kunxie Mountains, a malevolent aura permeates a mountain ridge, where dozens of cultivators are entrenched.
Upon closer inspection, one will find that although these cultivators are primarily humanoid, their physical appearances are vastly different from those of humans.
They had sharp, pointed ears, and their eyes gleamed with an eerie light. Some of them even had scales or wings visible behind them.
They are not human, but cultivators of another race, also known as the ancient race!
At this moment, all the ancient clan cultivators sat cross-legged around a huge stone platform about ten feet high, their gazes as cold as frost, fixed on the stone platform.
Not far from them stood four black iron cages, each taller than a person, holding more than ten human cultivators inside.
Although these cultivators' clothes were still quite beautiful, they were covered in dust and blood. Around their necks, they all wore jet-black collars with faint runes flowing on them, suppressing their cultivation levels.
Most of the people huddled in the cages, their bodies trembling uncontrollably, their eyes filled with fear and confusion; three others lay on the ground, covered in blood, barely breathing, their faces showing only a deep-seated despair.
They were all outstanding individuals who ascended from the lower realms, coming from different small worlds. In their respective territories, they were either overlords or the strongest beings who looked down upon the world.
Before their ascension, they all dreamed of the celestial palaces and the great battles of the spirit world. But none of them expected that the moment they broke through the boundary barrier, they would be greeted not with courtesy and opportunity, but with a cold prison and the sinister smiles of foreign races.
This is worlds apart from the spirit world they imagined!
If someone were to ask them right now what the shortest distance is from heaven to hell, they would all answer in unison that it is the distance of ascension!
Endless regret churned in his chest. Who could have imagined that the ascension he had pursued all his life would be the gateway to despair?
"Let me out!"
Inside the cage, a cultivator in a red robe suddenly stood up, gripping the black iron bars tightly with both hands, his eyes wide with anger, "This saint wants to get out!!"
"You haven't even reached the Saint Emperor realm, yet you dare to call yourself 'this Saint'?"
A mocking voice rang out, and a burly alien cultivator grinned coldly. Behind him, a pair of black wings folded, and he held a spiked club as thick as a bowl, its sharp points gleaming coldly.
He strode towards the cage, casually opened the cage door with a wave of his hand, and grabbed the red-robed cultivator by the collar with his iron-like hand, forcibly pulling him out.
"What are you trying to do!?"
The red-robed cultivator struggled incessantly, roaring repeatedly, "I am the strongest expert on the Red Cloud Continent, Dao Lord Red Cloud! How dare you, you heretical cultivators of other races, be so disrespectful!!"
However, what he received in response was a powerful and heavy blow from a spiked club!
"boom!"
A dull thud resounded, and the right side of the red-robed cultivator's face instantly caved in, the crisp sound of bones shattering clearly audible, blood gushing out mixed with broken teeth.
The alien cultivator showed no mercy, kicking him to the ground and pressing his scarlet foot firmly against his chest.
"The strongest person?"
The alien cultivator leaned down, his eyes filled with even more mockery. "Is it that impressive?"
He slowly raised his head, his gaze sweeping over the trembling human cultivators in the cage, his voice as cold as a knife: "I don't care which world you were the overlords of before, or what kind of powerful figures you were!"
This is the Spirit Realm, the Black Mist Mountains, the territory of my Black Feather Clan!
Once you arrive here, you must obediently follow orders. If you dare to utter even a single word of nonsense, there will only be one outcome.
That's death!!
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly swung his spiked club, which whistled through the air, and smashed it hard towards the red-robed cultivator's head!
"Pfft-"
Red and white substances splattered everywhere, staining the ground in front of them red.
A powerful figure from the lower realm was thus easily slaughtered.
But that wasn't all. The alien cultivator bent down, picked up the red-robed cultivator's corpse, dragged it to a nearby campfire, and placed the body directly on the burning firewood. The flames instantly licked at it, making a "sizzling" sound.
This scene caused the human ascendants in the cage to shrink in the pupils and feel their bodies turn ice-cold, as if their blood had frozen.
Some people covered their mouths, suppressing the urge to vomit, their eyes filled with extreme fear.
"Little Blackie, you killed another Ascended One?"
Not far away, a foreign cultivator with a thick beard grinned, revealing sharp fangs, "Aren't you afraid the leader will be angry?"
"He was just an ascendant; once he died, he was gone."
The alien cultivator known as Little Blackie waved his hand dismissively and chuckled, "Our Black Mist Mountain Range's Ascension Platform captures dozens of cultivators from the lower realms every day."
These human ascendants are the weakest I've ever seen, but their flesh is incredibly tender and smooth, far superior to those ancient race ascendants. Those guys have thick, rough skin and are tough to eat.
He leaned his spiked club against a nearby boulder and called out to his fellow tribesmen, "Don't worry, I never hog anything. Come and have a taste, brothers!"
"Then we won't stand on ceremony!"
"Little Blackie is the best!"
The group of alien cultivators immediately beamed with joy. Their black wings unfurled, creating gusts of wind, and they quickly gathered around the campfire, their eyes burning with desire as they stared at the "delicious food" on the shelf, drool dripping from their mouths.
In the short time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the once most powerful figure on the Red Cloud Continent was completely devoured by this group of alien cultivators.
Just then, a dazzling streak of light pierced through the clouds and fell like a meteor to the top of a nearby peak.
Immediately afterwards, a low roar filled with thunderous fury resounded throughout the heavens and earth, causing the mountains to tremble slightly: "You sons of bitches, what are you doing?!"
"It's the leader!"
"The leader is here!!"
The alien cultivators, who were eating with their mouths full of oil and meat shavings still hanging from their lips, suddenly changed their expressions. They put down their "food," hurriedly stood up, and respectfully bowed to the figure on the peak, not daring to even breathe loudly.
Xiao Heizi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, forced an embarrassed smile, and held up a golden rib still covered in bits of meat. He said cautiously, "Boss, this ascendant was disobedient, and I hit him a little too hard. I figured it would be a waste to leave it there, so I might as well roast it for the brothers to warm them up and replenish their strength. Would you like a bite, Boss?"
"You damn little black bastard, it's you again!"
At the summit, the figure's aura surged, carrying an intense pressure. "These past few days, you've devoured at least a dozen or so ascendants, haven't you?"
His tone suddenly turned serious, and he sternly warned, "I'm warning you, you are not allowed to kill any more ascended beings without permission!"
News just came from above that several mines in the northern mines have collapsed, killing many slaves, and there is an urgent need to replenish the labor force.
Although our Black Mist Mountains are the territory of the Black Feather Clan, the surrounding clans are all vying for ascended beings. Currently, laborers are scarce, and everyone wants to capture as many as possible to take back.”
"From this day forward, you must all be on high alert. If you discover anyone who has ascended, capture them alive immediately. We must not give other races any opportunity to take advantage of this!"
His gaze swept over the cultivators like a hawk's, finally settling on Xiao Heizi. His tone was icy and chilling: "Now is the time when we need manpower. If you dare to eat ascended beings again and delay the mining work, I will send you all to the mine and let you taste the feeling of mining day and night, wishing for death but unable to live!"
Upon hearing this, all the alien cultivators turned pale and their bodies trembled slightly.
They knew all too well the horrors of the mines; the place was shrouded in miasma, and the depths of the veins were fraught with danger. No slave who went in ever came out alive.
"Don't worry, leader!"
Xiao Heizi quickly patted his chest and promised, "I will never dare to do it again! There has been a lot of activity at the Ascension Platform lately, with dozens of ascendants arriving every day. Although these human cultivators are weak, they are more than capable of doing hard labor and can definitely make up for the mine's shortfall, so as not to cause trouble for the leader!"
"It's good to know."
The leader snorted coldly and turned to transform into a streak of light and leave.
But at that moment, the ascension platform below suddenly burst forth with a dazzling light that almost obscured the sky. The space fluctuated violently, rippling out in circles visible to the naked eye. It was more astonishing than any previous ascension phenomenon!