Swallowing the Stars: Heart of the Martial God

Chapter 199 The dignity of the innate beast god must not be insulted!
The mechanical race's war fortress seized the opportunity to open fire, and thousands of silver-white beams of light intertwined to form an energy net, enveloping the Wind Beast God.

The Wind Beast God lowered its head slightly, and a beam of blue light shot out from the blue crystal on its forehead. The moment the beam collided with the energy net, the space within a hundred light-years suddenly collapsed, forming a vacuum zone with a diameter of ten light-years. The energy net and the beam of light dissipated into the vacuum at the same time.

The Wind Beast God was in dire straits. Its body blazed with azure light, and its nine wings spread to their fullest extent as it attempted to forcefully break through the blockade.

Its left wing lashed out at the Ripple Domain of the Lord of the Nether Lotus, attempting to shatter it, causing the space within the domain, spanning sixty light-years, to tremble violently.

"Trying to break out? Not so easy!" The mechanical voice of the Lord of the Sky rang out, and the three fortresses turned their cannons around, sending thousands of beams of light crashing towards the wings of the Wind Beast God.

The Lord of Annihilation lashed out with his serpent tail, his dark golden energy transforming into a giant serpent shadow that lashed out at the Beast God; the Lord of Changjiu flapped his wings and swooped down, his sharp feathers cutting through the void like giant blades, slashing toward the Beast God's torso; the Lord of the Northern Frontier Alliance also swung his longsword, his pale gray blade energy slashing toward the Beast God, all five attacks locking onto their targets simultaneously.

At this critical moment, the golden divine fire suddenly exploded in the core of the battlefield, and an overwhelming imperial might that looked down on the universe swept across the entire field!

The flames were not ordinary flames, but rather like billions of miniature stars igniting simultaneously, with golden waves of light spreading outwards at the speed of light, instantly covering a range of eighty light-years.

It was as if all the gods of the heavens and myriad realms had personally descended, causing the entire universe to submit. Under the oppressive power of the emperor, the stars' light was directly extinguished; floating meteorite debris turned to dust before it could even get close.

Ling Xuan descended slowly, stepping on flowing golden flames. Divine fire around him condensed into a tangible armor of light, and with each breath, golden imperial runes exploded in the void.

That supreme imperial might was like an invisible divine power, instantly rendering all the powerful figures unable to move.

"It's...it's Emperor Yan!" Lord of the Dark Lotus exclaimed in shock, instinctively pulling Lord of the Purple Iris back ten light-years, not daring to even breathe loudly.

Ling Xuan's gaze swept across the entire area, his imperial aura growing heavier with each passing moment, finally settling on the Wind Beast God. His tone was calm yet carried an undeniable imperial majesty: "This born beast god, my human race will take it."

The Wind Beast God suddenly raised its head, its nine pairs of wings tensing abruptly. The azure-blue aura around its body instantly tripled in size, and the vortex of air with a diameter of ten light-years spun at an alarming rate, causing the surrounding space to vibrate several times more frequently. The azure crystal on its forehead burst forth with dazzling light, and a condensed pattern of the law of wind appeared on its body.

It found it hard to accept Ling Xuan's tone, which treated it like prey, and resisted fiercely.

"Damn Emperor Yan, damn humans, I curse you."

But the supreme imperial might was like a net, suppressing its movements and preventing it from launching a counterattack. It could only stare intently at Ling Xuan with its blue-glowing beast eyes, revealing its unwillingness and vigilance.

"Emperor Yan, what arrogance you have!" Anger flared in the snake eyes of the Lord of Annihilation. Even though it was suppressed by the Emperor's might, its pride as the oldest universe lord of the demon race still made it unwilling to back down.

The giant serpent violently swung its body, and dark golden energy condensed into a serpent shadow a thousand meters thick, which, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through space, slammed into Ling Xuan, attempting to break free from the Emperor's might.

Ling Xuan lightly raised his fingertip, and a golden wall of fire rose out of thin air. The surface of the fire wall was shrouded in imperial runes, and the imperial might it emitted caused the snake shadow to freeze instantly. The moment the snake shadow crashed into the fire wall, the space within an eighty-light-year radius shattered like glass. The dark golden energy was suppressed by both the divine fire and the imperial might, and was instantly annihilated. The force of the backlash was like the tangible wrath of an emperor, and it struck the Lord of Annihilation with devastating force.

The giant black snake let out a muffled thud, its massive body being sent flying.

Seeing its companion suffer a setback, the Lord of Changjiu trembled as it tried to escape, but was firmly locked in place by the Emperor's might. Even flapping its wings was like struggling in a swamp, and it could only tremble in place.

It had only recently broken through to the level of the Lord of the Universe and didn't even dare to go to the Cosmic Sea for training. Its strength was far from being a match for the Lord of Annihilation, let alone a fierce person like the Flame Emperor.

Ling Xuan's eyes turned cold, and he already harbored murderous intent towards the Lord of Annihilation who had offended him. This time, it was precisely to establish his authority, and this Lord of Annihilation was suitable. Destroying this avatar of the other party would also make the demon race suffer a good time.

He slowly raised his palm, and the divine fire around him suddenly subsided, all of it surging into his palm. Under the infusion of the supreme imperial might, his palm actually shone with a warm, jade-like luster, and hundreds of millions of golden imperial patterns emerged between the lines on his palm. Each one seemed to be engraved with the trajectory of the birth and death of the universe. Even before it fell, the majestic heavenly might pressed down, causing the surrounding space to dent layer by layer.

With a slight flick of his arm, a golden palm shadow spanning ten light-years appeared in the void where the palm wind passed. The edge of the palm was surrounded by flowing imperial laws, and even the light was absorbed onto the surface of the palm shadow, turning into a dazzling band of light.

This palm strike carried no extra force, yet it resonated with the laws of the entire primordial universe, as if all the heavens and myriad realms were gathering power for this attack. It was a supreme palm technique that combined the might of the ultimate emperor with the origin of fire, enough to annihilate the lord of the universe, body and soul.

As soon as the palm shadow took shape, the Lord of Annihilation trembled violently, as it could clearly feel the terrifying power that was enough to incinerate the soul.

The giant snake suddenly coiled its body, and dark golden energy frantically condensed into multiple layers of protective light shields. Its tail tightly protected the vital parts of its head, and its tongue flicked out with a sharp hiss.

"Emperor Yan, no!"

But all of this was in vain in the face of absolute imperial might. The protective light shield began to melt as soon as it touched the palm wind, and the snake's body was pinned to the spot by invisible pressure, unable to move even an inch.

The powerful figures from various races in the distance were terrified by this power; the force of this attack was too great, so great that they could not muster even the slightest resistance.

Just as the palm shadow was about to imprint on the body of the Lord of Annihilation, the space of the entire battlefield suddenly twisted into a vortex, and a silver-white stream of light broke through the air from afar, directly shattering the light shield formed by the divine fire!

The void groaned under the strain, and the golden waves of fire were forcibly dispersed into countless sparks.

The light solidified upon landing, transforming into a massive silver serpent over 100,000 kilometers long, with countless serpent shadows swirling around it, distorting and deforming the starry sky wherever it passed.

Its entire body was covered with scales like the cold moon, with silver light flowing between the gaps in the scales. Although its head had no horns, it exuded a suffocating pressure. The supreme treasure of armor, "Dream Scale," on its body surface shone with a faint protective halo.

"Emperor Yan, you dare to touch the people of the demon race?" The voice of the Dream Demon Ancestor was like the clash of metal and stone. As soon as he landed, the peak domain-type treasure "Dream Ancestor Domain" unfolded around him.

The pale silver domain instantly covered fifty light-years. The Lord of the Purple Iris and the others felt the pressure on their bodies decrease sharply, and they quickly took the opportunity to retreat dozens of light-years, not daring to look at the core of the battlefield again.

Before the words were finished, the Dream Demon Ancestor's giant tail swept across fiercely, whistling with a distortion of space as it struck towards Ling Xuan's palm shadow, the tail end wrapped with the phantom of the "Demon Island Vine," a top-grade psychic treasure.

As soon as the vines appeared, they transformed into thousands of silver threads, attempting to entangle the palm shadow and hinder its descent.

Ling Xuan's eyes narrowed. Without flinching or dodging, he brought down his right palm, which was imbued with divine fire and imperial might.

"Boom—" The golden flames and silver light exploded at the point of collision, forming an energy storm with a diameter of thirty light-years. Countless meteorite fragments were crushed into particles in the storm, and the dim star in the distance was directly blown away by the shock wave for millions of kilometers.

The silver threads of the Demon Island Vine were melted by the divine fire the moment they touched the palm shadow, turning into ashes that dissipated into the void.

The giant tail of the Dream Demon Ancestor, carrying the power to tear through space, slammed into Ling Xuan's palm.

The supreme treasure armor, Dream Scale, suddenly erupted with dazzling silver light, like a cold moon falling from the sky, forcefully deflecting most of the palm strike. Using the force as a counterattack, the Dream Demon Ancestor's body suddenly coiled up, like a silver ring locking something, firmly wrapping the chaotic Lord of Annihilation under its belly, and then retreated ten light-years to create distance.

Even with the protection of the treasure, several scales on its tail were still scorched by the divine fire. A trace of solemnity flashed in its silvery-white snake eyes, and the air was filled with the scorching smell of burning as its tongue flicked in and out.

The Lord of Annihilation was swept away by the aftershocks of the collision, and his massive black serpent body was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string.

The Dream Demon Ancestor coiled in the void, its forked tongue flicking as it stirred up a cloud of silver mist. The pale silver "Dream Ancestor Domain" instantly expanded to eighty light-years, turning the surrounding space a cold white: "Emperor Yan, you are too domineering! The Primordial Beast God is a gift left to all races by the original will of the primordial universe, and you actually want to devour it all by yourself?"

Ling Xuan withdrew his palm and stood up. The imperial mark on his palm slowly disappeared, but the golden flames around him became even more intense, like a blazing sun hanging in the sea of ​​stars.

He raised his hand and struck out with another palm, his tone full of sarcasm: "What a joke, Meng Cha, do you think your demon race is willing to share the flesh and blood of the Beast God with all races?"

This palm strike was even faster than before. The golden palm shadow, spanning ten light-years, instantly traversed the void, like a curtain of the sky pressing down, directly approaching the face of the Dream Demon Ancestor.

Wherever the palm strike passed, the space was compressed into visible folds, and even the distant starlight was pulled by the palm force, forming distorted light trails.

Upon seeing this, the Dream Demon Ancestor's serpentine body suddenly coiled into a spiral, and the "Dream Scale" armor burst forth with an even more dazzling silver light. The Demon Island Vine instantly transformed into a giant shield with a diameter of one thousand meters, blocking its path.

"clang--"

The resounding crash of the palm striking the shield pierced the starry sky like a thunderclap, instantly blasting the Dream Demon Ancestor back five light-years, leaving a deep gash thousands of meters deep in the space beneath him.

"Emperor Yan, this flesh and blood of the Beast God is not something that weak lives can enjoy!" Dream Demon Ancestor sneered, his snake eyes full of disdain.

"How hypocritical! You keep talking about the gifts from the primordial universe, but you really want to keep them all for yourself," Ling Xuan sneered. "I won't try to hide it like you do—if I want it, I'll take it by force."

"Tch, this hypocritical behavior is all learned from you humans!" Dream Demon Ancestor sneered. "When it comes to treachery and cunning, my demon race is far inferior to you. Over these trillions of epochs, my demon race has suffered a lot from your human tricks. This little bit of 'experience' is just putting what I've learned into practice."

Ling Xuan was speechless upon hearing this and said no more. In a flash, he flew towards the Dream Demon Ancestor, unleashing a continuous barrage of golden palm strikes like a tidal wave.

"Emperor Yan, do you really want to fight the demon race to the death?" The voice of the Dream Demon Ancestor was colder. His snake body stretched out suddenly, and thousands of snake shadows surged out from his body. Each snake shadow had a sharp sound of cutting through the air and shot towards Ling Xuan like a rain of arrows.

At the same time, the silver mist within the "Dream Ancestor Domain" began to boil, and the pale white energy surged like giant waves, clearly indicating that a more powerful method was being prepared.

Ling Xuan sneered and unleashed both palms simultaneously, golden palm shadows falling like raindrops, each palm precisely shattering a snake shadow.

As golden flames flew, the temperature on the battlefield suddenly soared, forcing the Lord of Purple Iris and the Lord of Dark Lotus to retreat once more, fearing they would be caught in the aftershocks.

"Dream Tea, since you all want to monopolize it, why bother with all this charade? Let's settle this with our skills!" Ling Xuan's voice came through the energy storm, carrying an undeniable force.

The Wind Beast God trembled between the Emperor's might and the "Dream Ancestor Domain," its nine pairs of azure wings tightly folded, and even the vortex of air around its body completely stopped.

Its blue, beastly eyes were fixed on the two strongest beings in the center of the battlefield, and a low growl escaped its throat, filled with resentment and anger: "Damn humans! Damn demons!"

However, the attacks of the two strongest beings were like a net that stretched from heaven to earth, and even spacetime was distorted in their struggle; the surrounding insectoids, machine races, and powerful members of the Northern Frontier Alliance formed an encirclement, sealing off all escape routes, leaving it no room to struggle.

At this moment, the Wind Beast God was filled not only with anger, but also with deep-seated regret.

It doesn't hate the original universe that gave birth to it; on the contrary, it is full of gratitude for this universe.

When the universe first opened, these eight innate beast gods were born, and they were invincible fourth-order universe masters, far surpassing all life forms of the same period.

At that time, the special life forms were still in a state of ignorance, and the ancestors of the peak races were as weak as ants, requiring hundreds of millions of years of cultivation to barely step into the realm of the Lord of the Universe.

The primordial universe gave them the best opportunity—before other life forms grew up, they had countless hours to challenge the strongest beings in the universe; before all races were able to hunt down the Beast Gods, they were fully capable of breaking through existing constraints.

They are not those acquired beast gods who inherited the position of beast god but whose talents are limited, but rather innate beast gods who are born with infinite possibilities, and are born perfect beings.

The talents bestowed upon them by the primordial universe were enough to propel them to the pinnacle of the cosmos.

But what did they do?
The Wind Beast God recalled his billions of years of life.

Hiding in the desolate star field to sleep, it wanders around when it wakes up, never thinking about cultivating and breaking through; watching the strong of humans and demons catch up step by step, from weak to peak, it sneers, feeling that no matter how strong the other party is, they are not as good as its innate foundation; even when other innate beast gods are hunted down, it is only briefly vigilant, and then forgets about it and continues to indulge in the illusion of being "born invincible".

"I wasted my talent! I was too lazy!" The Wind Beast God roared in his heart, his wings trembling slightly with regret.

It doesn't hate the primordial universe, because the universe gave it the capital to reach its peak right from the start; what it hates is itself—it hates itself for playing such a good hand so badly, for watching opportunities slip away, and for ultimately becoming "nourishment" for all races to fight over.

If they cultivate diligently, such a long period of time would be enough for them to surpass most of the strong and become the strongest in the universe.

But now it's all too late. Once the major races of the universe possess the power to hunt beast gods, it will be too late.

Even with their talent, becoming the strongest in the universe would be extremely difficult, requiring a great deal of time and combat experience, and now they simply have no chance.

Even after years of arduous cultivation in hiding, becoming a fifth-order universe master, he is still far from being the strongest in those universes, nor a match for those peak races.

In the center of the battlefield, the battle between Ling Xuan and the Dream Demon Ancestor intensified.

Golden palm shadows and silver snake shadows collided repeatedly, and energy storms swept across millions of light-years.

As the Wind Beast God witnessed all this, its resentment grew even stronger. It suddenly spread its nine pairs of wings, and the blue-green aura surged once more.

Even knowing it was no match for them, it refused to become a lamb to the slaughter. It would fight with all its might to show these "newcomers" that the dignity of the innate beast god was not to be easily humiliated!

(End of this chapter)