Chapter 529: Chapter 308: The Truth

Still here.

Just two words, yet the night sky was silent. The golden-haired old monster of the mysterious race, sturdy like a lion, had his pupils widen in disbelief at the low voice by his ear.

Under the long night, the myriad fierce birds, flying mount beasts, and those knights wrapped in cold armor were not as ferocious anymore.

The other ancestor masters aboard the vast warship also felt a tremor in their hearts, showing disbelief as they scanned below.

They had delayed taking action, assessing the situation of the Earth Immortal Tomb over multiple probes, having confirmed there was nothing unusual. How could a deceased old acquaintance suddenly respond to them now?

“The present Buddha!” The golden-haired elder’s eyes turned icy, seeing that broad figure emerging from the crowd, having met this “youth” long ago.

“Golden Lion, didn’t you say that a single battle eradicated five hundred years of their accumulation, burying all their ancestor masters? How could he still be standing here intact?”

A Sixth Realm power from the Fire Lizard Clan, newly integrated into the hunting team, spoke from the massive warship, his brows furrowing deeply, sensing something amiss.

The old man, like a lion, stared intently at the present Buddha, then looked at the bloodied figure sitting cross-legged in front of the Immortal Tomb.

He looked at the present Buddha and said in a deep voice, “In the battle with the Immortals, you shed your old body, were reborn in Nirvana, and stepped one foot into the Seventh Realm.”

These words caused a stir; both enemies and allies were shocked. Could it be that the present Buddha took that step from desperation, arising from death?

The Golden Lion said, “Everyone, don’t mind him. Just one of him won’t make a difference. Can a single Buddha stop our thousands of troops? I alone can hold him off!”

Then he glanced at everyone again and looked towards the Immortal Tomb, saying, “Those remaining bones and flesh, and the tattered armor are real; only one present Buddha remains, which doesn’t affect the overall situation.”

“Are you sure?” The broad figure by the Immortal Tomb gazed at the night sky and said.

“A mere empty-city tactic, who are you fooling!” A Sixth Realm powerhouse from the Two-headed Wolfman Clan spoke through both mouths at the same time, clad in the Human’s green-gold armor, tall and fierce.

A black-haired elder, evidently a high-ranking member of the hunting civilization, his pupils bright black, indistinguishable from the Humans here at the Immortal Tomb, said to the nearby ancestor masters of other mysterious races, “Everyone, those who excel in Pupil Skill, take a close look at the Immortal Tomb to discover the truth. Most of their high-ranking officials are dead!”

The Fire Lizard Clan and Feathered Snake Clan, as well as some blue-eyed and grey-eyed powerhouses from the Human Clan who joined during their westward advance, immediately began scrutinizing the Immortal Tomb.

For a moment, this vast desert was unexpectedly quiet. The two sides silently confronted each other without acting rashly.

On the ground, the cultivators of the Immortal Road, Esoteric Buddhism, and Newborn Road felt their hearts sinking. Is it all just a futile winning feeling?

They looked towards the figures shrouded in white fog among the crowd, feeling… could it really be an empty city tactic? Are they all illusions created by the present Buddha?

After all, if they were real, how could the night sky group of Sixth Realm powerhouses not perceive it?

The most crucial point is that the bloodied remnants in front of the Immortal Tomb — ancestor masters’ remains, the shattered armor, etc., are too glaring, still emitting traces of Sixth Realm energy, unmistakably real.

“Ancestor Master, you…” Someone’s lips trembled, looking at those all-knowing “phantoms” beside him.

A person in the white fog spoke, “Don’t fear; the Immortal Road, Esoteric Buddhism, Newborn Road, all the Great Grandmasters are here. They will attempt to break through to the Ancestor Master Domain in a life-and-death battle, and they may yet succeed.”

Immediately, everyone’s hearts turned chilly.

Can newly ascended ancestor masters compare to those seasoned powerhouses? Moreover, among the opposing forces, there are clearly old monsters from the last pioneering period, having survived to this day, likely having initially glimpsed the Seventh Realm.

Great Grandmaster Ling Canghai spoke, “Ancestor Master, please elaborate on the foundation of this hunting civilization; we will fight to the death!”

A figure in the white fog nodded, saying, “At this point, trying to find the weakness of each of their powerhouses seems unrealistic — after all, it’s been hundreds of years. However, you can understand their temperament through their instincts, habits, and then target them specifically.”

“Please, Ancestor Master, explain in detail!”

“Hunting civilization, as is evident, roams around plundering cultivation resources, hunting other civilizations; it’s become their instinct, as destruction is always easier than creation.”

In fact, in the depths of the Yewu World, such hunting civilizations are not in the minority.

Their ancestral courts and Blessed Lands received thousands of years of cultivation, transplanting generation-old Immortal Trees. In a single hunt, they could claim it all in an instant.

What peculiar treasure, nurtured in a unique Fire Spring for hundreds of years, containing the creation of nine generations, they might very well seize it overnight.

The figure in the white fog said, “Hunting civilization goes out for blood, ruthless and merciless. Thus, in facing them, you must not show even a hint of softness; you must be harsher and colder than they are. You Grandmasters should fight to the death as though it’s your last battle in this life, only then can you hope to reverse the situation and alter the fate of the race.”

All the Great Grandmasters stood silently, listening.

“With ‘hunting’ as their core, when hunting civilization suffers a setback, they flee faster than anyone else because they have super flying mounts to help them retreat. Therefore, if you have the chance to encircle them, make sure to restrict their flexibility and speed.”

With a tinge of numbness, the Great Grandmasters present listened quietly; hoping for an encirclement while their lives were still uncertain?