Reincarnation space, but the style is wrong

Chapter 522 The End of the Three Clans
Because of the decision of the three great races to go to war, the remaining races had no choice but to take sides and express their opinions.

No race dared to declare its neutrality; they could only obediently join one side.

Neutral parties, if they lack sufficient strength, are often the first to be eliminated. Clearly, the myriad races of the primordial world today do not have the ability to resist the three races.

Of course, they always had another option: to find another being more powerful than the three races to protect them.

That's how the Bashe clan made their choice. Since their clan's territory was close to Xuanjun Temple, they immediately thought of the top-tier supernatural being there.

Even though this powerful being had killed one of their elders, they had no choice but to submit.

Upon learning of the Bashe clan chief's request, Xuanjun nodded slightly:

"Seeking asylum, so that's why you came here?"

The Bashe clan chief nodded nervously. As the strongest member of the Bashe clan and the only eighth-rank member, he still couldn't help but feel a little fear when facing Xuanjun.

Seeing his reaction, a hint of disappointment flashed in Xuanjun's eyes.

"Another young eighth-level cultivator. His will needs to be tempered. It's only because he's in such a good place like the Primordial World that he's still here. If we threw him into the void, his advancement to the eighth level would probably be a long way off."

He took a sip of tea, looked at the anxiously waiting Bashe clan chief, and announced his decision: "I will not protect you."

Just as the Bashe clan chief's face showed disappointment, he changed the subject and said:
"However, I can find you another powerful backer."

"What kind of backer?" The Bashe clan chief's eyes lit up with hope again, and he quickly asked.

"The Alliance of All Races, oh, it's now called the 'Heavenly Demon King's Court'." Xuanjun smiled slightly. "As long as you acknowledge that you are a member of the demon race and accept the concept of the demon race, you can join."

"With that demon emperor's strength, protecting you will not be a problem."

Having said that, he fell silent, quietly enjoying the "Enlightenment Tea" that his disciple had offered him, awaiting the decision of the Bashe clan chief.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment; the Bashe clan chief had never felt so unbearable.

He didn't know the relationship between Xuanjun Temple and the Heavenly Demon King's Court, but he knew he had to make a decision now.

That mystic lord didn't give him a chance to return to his clan to discuss it.

"The demon race. Gathering all races to become demons, is this the true thought of that Flame Sun Dao Lord?"

He had heard similar rumors before and even scoffed at them. How could their Bashe clan possibly be called a clan with other weaker races?
Now, he's already experiencing what it's like to be hit by a boomerang.

In the face of the three great races of the primordial world, what difference is there between the Bashe clan and the weak races they look down upon?
"However, this is not a bad option. If it can be achieved, it will certainly be a great achievement."

Perhaps after much deliberation, or perhaps only for a moment, the Bashe clan chief made his decision.

"I beg the Daoist Lord for your assistance."

“A wise choice,” Xuanjun put down his teacup, which automatically refilled. “Go back and wait. People from the Heavenly Demon Royal Court will be coming to your door soon.”

After the Bashe clan chief left, and with no one around, Xuanjun immediately contacted the Yanyang Grand Commander, also known as the First Demon Emperor, who was far away in the prehistoric world.

"Old Yan, I've lured you into another race, 90% new, a Bashe. Send someone over to receive it right away."

Muttering strange words, he quickly received a reply from the Flaming Sun Demon Emperor and, satisfied, severed the connection.

Including the Bashe clan, he has so far sent dozens of races to the Heavenly Demon King's Court.

While the three races were fighting so fiercely that their brains were practically popping out of their heads, he spared no effort to undermine their alliance and vigorously promoted the process of all races transforming into demons.

"Well done! The fragments of spiritual light dropped by the eighth-tier fallen can not only help the primordial origin recover, but also make room for newcomers, and further make all races dissatisfied with the current environment, reducing the resistance to uniting the demon race." "One war can solve so many problems. It was worth all the hard work we put into planning for so long."

Xuanjun gazed into the distance at the battlefield where the three races were fighting, and greeted the Lord of the Tribulation and the Impure Demon Ancestor, who were also monitoring the course of the war.

The three then jointly inspected the battlefield of the three races.

As they had expected, Daoist Chiming, who had already joined the ranks of top-tier supernatural beings, almost single-handedly overwhelmed the others.

Neither the current patriarch of the Qilin clan nor the radical Canglong of the Dragon clan could defeat her; they could only barely hold their own against her due to their numerical advantage.

Even such a powerful being was bewitched by the calamity energy released by the Lord of Calamity.

Being unaware of the calamity within it, this is the state that Daoist Chiming is currently in.

On one hand, as a remnant of the Divine Court, she suppressed several eighth-level opponents, appearing extremely powerful.

On the other hand, under the influence of the calamity's aura, she was completely unaware that the Phoenix Clan's forces were dwindling with each battle.

"It's useless, useless, useless. Your power is too weak, far inferior to that of your ancestor."

With a single move, Daoist Chiming forced back the Azure Dragon with his Phoenix Fire, and then casually burned a certain unlucky eighth-level Qilin Clan member to ashes, his smile exceptionally arrogant.

"You scruffy bird, don't be so arrogant!"

Seeing yet another eighth-tier cultivator perish, Canglong couldn't help but curse, while a trace of regret also welled up in his heart.

He was among the first dragons to be born and was recognized as a genius within the clan. After the fall of Yuanlong Daojun, he attained enlightenment and from then on, his mind was filled with thoughts of rebuilding the glory of the dragon clan.

Normally, he looked down on the conservatives led by Zhulong, believing them to be nothing more than a group of incompetent people who had been terrified by the war against the heavens.

But now, he seemed to understand why none of them supported his war against the Phoenix Clan.

They had no hope of winning this war.

As the fight continued, his heart sank to the bottom, and the injuries on Chiming Daojun's body also increased. Despite this, she still pressed down on their heads and beat them.

Another eighth-tier dragon was reduced to ashes. The Azure Dragon could no longer contain itself and roared, "You bastard, I'll destroy you!"

With a dragon pearl in his mouth, he ignored the Phoenix Fire's obstruction and pounced on Lord Chiming.

The phoenix fire, like a malignant tumor, clung to him, burning his flesh and blood, and igniting his spiritual light.

But before the light faded, he had already gotten close to the Crimson Bright Dao Lord, grabbed her wings with a pair of dragon claws, and then detonated his own dragon pearl.

The Dragon Balls and the Azure Dragon's spiritual light are connected, which indirectly ignited his spiritual light as well.

Chi Ming Daojun's expression changed drastically. With no way to escape, he had to endure the close-range spiritual energy self-destruction.

After a long and fierce battle, she, who was already carrying some serious injuries, was now completely devastated.

When the light of the self-destructing aura dissipated, all that remained were fragments of the aura scattered on the ground, and a powerful cultivator who was severely injured.

"The Qilin was powerless to continue, the Azure Dragon destroyed its own spiritual light, and the Crimson Bright was seriously injured. The three races finally came to an end."

The Impure Demon Ancestor put down the corrupted calamity soldier he was about to throw and quietly left the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)